gonna spend the coming week in a city where modern will meet ancient, where the ruler of the dragons once lived, where walls of bricks were built to fend off invaders from the north
i am going to spend my next 7 days basking in one of the oldest city on the map.
the best part is, this time i can finally bring a notebook with me, so i don’t have to delete photos every other night to make sure i have enough space on the CF Card for next day.
the worst part, however, is that i’m gonna miss her very badly, so bad i hope i won’t be sobbing alone in the night.
because it pains me whenever it reminds me that i’m 5000km away from where she is during her birthday…
damn i’ve been out too frequent with this fella, but i guess it’s good, coz he’s living a darn boring life recently and my job is to cheer him up, as he said.
anyway, over lunch today, the genius in us struck and we’ve decided to do some simple mathematics since we’ve been arguing on quitting smoking for quite a while now.
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i used to read an article about a cigarette would take away 5 minutes of our life’s.
so let’s see.
1 cigarette = 5 minutes
a pack = 20 cig = 20 x 5mins = 100mins
i finish a pack about 2 days.
hence, i smoke about 15 packs a month.
therefore in a month, cigarette takes away 15 x 100mins = 1500 minutes of my life.
there’re 12 months a year.
and that totals up to 12 x 1500mins = 18,000 minutes.
in terms of hours, that would be 18,000 / 60mins = 300 hours
and in terms of days, that would be 300 / 24hrs = 12.5 days
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conclusion:i lost 12.5 days every year by smoking a pack of 20s in 2 days
ok mah, not so scary what!!
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on the other hand, however, >>this<< made the numbers a lot more scarier…
i guess, no one really likes it when a holiday ends…
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though it’s not a holiday where you enjoy the sun, sea and sand at Maldives.
nor a holiday which you can shop till you drop at Milan.
nor a holiday where you get to see the jaw dropping ancient ruins and awe over the wisdom of ancient civilization.
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it’s just a simple week-long “holiday” where you can enjoy at the end of a tired day with noone else but someone who’re so important to you, under the same roof you’ve been growing up, living a very normal life like everyone else.
have simple home cooked dinner.
be couch potatoes after dinner, watching what’s what on TV.
running simple chores.
grab a cig together on the balcony, gazing into the starry night.
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now only i realized how much i hate sleeping alone, in an empty room.
When Holiday ends, it means good bye…
no matter how difficult it actually is to say good bye..
no matter how difficult it actually is to stare into a wardrobe that is half emptied. i guess, i should find some time to fill the emptied racks..
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Now Listening: Maroon 5 - Won’t Go Home Without You
It seems like once in a while, the superior power would want to cleanse the land he created.
not too long ago, cyclone hits Myanmar, death count was in 100,000, and another 40000 still missing. according to reliable source, second storm is gathering
just 2 days ago, quake hits SiChuan, China. to date, death toll already hit 15000, with approximately another 25000 still trapped under the debris. i believe the death toll is still in the rising curve as the authority still in the process of taking care of the aftermath.
once in a while, you’ll get those SMSes which you’ll read over and over again, wondering whether should you laugh or cry over it. but it definitely isn’t those forwarded chained joke smses.
i’ve got one of those just recently, just yesterday in fact, from my elder brother, the renowned blogger yapkevin himself.
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here you go his joke of the day.
“You fast fast get married la, i wan to dui u at ur wedding ah! I wan to help you eat roti wasabi and drink hadcore lemon juice ah!”
since when eating roti wasabi and drinking hardcore lemon juice had become the custom of getting married!?
and just in case you don’t understand “DUI” literally means “bottoms up!” in cantonese
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gosh, he must have been a little too stress at his work recently.
so stress the normal him just slipped a little off track and send me such sms at the end of a working day at around 5pm.
though i still don’t know whether i should cry, or laugh at the sms, it was definitely a good one, no doubt..
smses like this are the ones that keep our sense of humor going under great pressure, as well as our lives..
sorry peeps, please don’t mind me of the vulgar title, but that was the exact words that pop into my mind while i was talking to these 2 young punks at Midvalley earlier today at Starbucks
Me: Hi, excuse me, sorry do you mind if we switch tables? because me and my friend need the power outlet for our notebooks, they’re out of juice and we’ve gotta work on something using the notebooks…
Fucker A: (staring at me) eh, do you feel like moving?
Fucker B: (shaking his cock like hairstyled chicken head) I’m very comfortable here
Fucker A: My friend doesn’t want to move, anyway, we are leaving soon (showing me his half empty glass and pointing to another emptied Caramel Mocha Venti plastic cup)
Fucker B: (he was giving me that blady fake friendly smile)
Me: oh okie, thanks.
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40 mins later
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the 2 motherfuckers still sticking their fat, tight ass to the chair, with his still half empty glass still in his hand and an already empty Caramel Mocha Venti. if we were to wait for the 2 of them to leave, we’d already be growing mushrooms..
i just don’t understand why are there such inconsiderate motherfuckers around. i mean, come on la, if i was ever them, i would’ve gladly switched the seats with someone who took the sincerity of walking up to me and tell me they were in need of the seat because the power outlet is just right behind my seat, Which, I WAS NOT USING IT AT ALL, and the other seat wasn’t that bad anyway. even if i don’t think the other seat was going to comfortable, i will definitely not hog the blady table like noone else’s business. i know, it’s other’s peoples business if they don’t feel like changing, but come on la pls, at least be someone courteous, and nice. by not saying “EH, DO YOU FEEL LIKE MOVING?”, give others some face la! dumbass…
anyway, the evil side of me took over and i took the “liberty” of snapping some photos off my lousy ciplak camera phone and post a very blurry ass photo of that 2 assholes..
Arsehole with his half emptied glass for 40mins (Fucker A).
Cock like Hairstyled Chicken head lala (Fucker B).
next time, be courteous..
and the both of you messed with the wrong fella la because i’m another evil fucker.. muahahaha !!
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