People said it couldn't be done, redesigning your blog on a work day, well... This. Will. Show. Them! Yes my slacking has reached its zenith, but you have to realise there is method to my madness... I am not simply slacking, I have literally nothing to do via the beauty of intelligent cross-delegation... I have delegated several tasks to a colleague who then delegated several tasks to me without which she cannot finish her tasks off until i do mine, but the beauty of it is that some of my tasks which is necessary for her to finish her tasks off are tied together with the tasks that she has yet to do so i can't start until she starts and she can't start until i start but she's gone on holiday so i have nothing to do... Ahhh... I love the holidays.... ;-p
Anyway, the whole point of this post is to introduce the new and improved UrbanProphet 2.1 beta. Please feel free to comment but don't feel so free until it hurts me.... ;-p
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I'm going into my second week of my exercise program and would really like to start a log to chart my progress... However, I don't want to clutter up this blog with numbers and stats which would just bore the living daylights out of most people out there in Bloggerland... So what I've done is set up a new blog to be used as my log... If you really wanna see my progress, well then check out
UrbanProphet's Exercise Log.
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One of my all time favourite songs by Louis Armstrong... First heard it in a game called Fallout which was an Computer RPG about a Post-Nuclear-Apocalyptic Society... Way cool...
Give me a kiss to build a dream on
And my imagination will thrive upon that kiss
Sweetheart, I ask no more than this
A kiss to build a dream on
Give me a kiss before you leave me
And my imagination will feed my hungry heart
Leave me one thing before we part
A kiss to build a dream on
When I’m alone with my fancies...i’ll be with you
Weaving romances...making believe they’re true
Give me your lips for just a moment
And my imagination will make that moment live
Give me what you alone can give
A kiss to build a dream on
(instrumental break)
When I’m alone with my fancies...i’ll be with you
Weaving romances...making believe they’re true
Give me a kiss to build a dream on
And my imagination will thrive upon that kiss
Ah sweetheart, I ask no more than this
A kiss to build a dream on
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I recently realised that I hate my job... People have been telling me I shouldn't whine about it and carry on, but hey if you hate what you're doing and you can't see it doing anything in the next few years or going anywhere, then why the hell do it? I actually just started working here, barely 3 months and am still under probation. I might be getting older now and job-hopping isn't the best thing for me to do but my reasons are clear.
1. I cannot see any relevent career progression in my current job. I have no place to go.
2. This place hasn't increased anyones salary in the past 4 years.
3. They haven't given out any bonuses in 5 years.
4. After confirmation, i am required to give two-months notice before i can leave.
5. I do not enjoy the work that i do.
6. It's far from home and i have to drive through 45 minutes of rush hour traffice every morning.
Actually, the list goes on and on but i these 6 are enough for me to think of leaving. Fair enough, i like most of the people I'm working with, apart from my big boss, can't stand the smarmy bugger, but I can't stay in one place cuz the people are nice, what the fuck!
Well anyway I've been looking around on the net and I've found a few possibilities that look quite interesting, some of them really close to my home! So i hope you all wish me luck... 'Til my next post, ciaou baby!
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Whoah! I had the most productive day today... Updated my blog 3 times, sent e-mails to new and old friends, surfed the 'net looking for a new job.... All in all I feel pretty proud of myself, though i think someone out there come Monday will have a view stern words with me or at least a good strong 'humph' for me! Come on, you know who you are! ;-p
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Wow! I never realised excitingly dangerous things like this would ever happen in Malaysia! I really do feel bad though for all the poor people in Penang and on the Northern West-Coast seeing that all this bad-shit had to happen the day after christmas...
Then there are all those poor poor souls in the rest of South Asia, at last count 12,000, who didn't manage to get away.... *sigh*
What the hell happened? According to an American tsunami survellance team, alarm bells went off over there but they didn't have anyone in they're address book to call up to warn! What the hell was that, I mean surely there must have been someone they knew?
But saying all that, I can't really blame them lot as well, they're half way across the planet from us and it only took 1 1/2 hours for the tsunami to reach us after the quake. Why wasn't anyone on our side watching? You could blame it on the fact that well this kind of things don't happen that frequently over here but still... Someone should have been watching...
What's worse is I have no idea whatsoever what's happening up in Penang, can't find any info on the net and the stuff that i do is pretty general with no pics... Cover-up perhaps? Maybe, and if so, what the hell for? If any of you reading this in Penang please do write a comment and tell me how things are up there... What about Langkawi and Pangkor? Perlis even...
It's a sad sad day for so many poor people... I'll light a candle for all of you and wish you all the best...
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Ah yes, 'tis the time of the season for a much a jinggling of bells and fat men through chimneys. Though as live in the tropics i've always wondered what Santa's
modus operandi would be here. The man must pretty good at picking locks as we do not have chimneys, which brings to mind why we have this guy as a role model for our children. The man's an obese cat-burglar, with a propensity for red
FUR lined coats who has the audacity to be so judgemental with our kids. Who the hell is he to say my kids' have been naughty or nice? Furthermore, why the hell do parents line up in throngs to let there bundles of joy sit on this fat guys lap?
The mind just boggles I tell you, boggles! Bah, Humbug! What's with all this present giving as well? Are you all blind?!?!?! When i give presents i always try to think of the people i'm giving it to, I always try to match the present with the person. I try to think of their needs and what would suit them most. I assume everyone else does the same as well, so could someone please tell me why I always end up with a box socks, deodorant, a male grooming kit and a new pair of under-pants? What the Hell!!! Is that what people think of me? Bah, Humbug!!!
Well anyway, for what it's worth thank you all for reading my blog for as long as you have. It's been a wonderful year, you all take care and Merry X'mas!
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I'm starting a 12 week fitness plan and part of the plan, aside from the exercises is the diet i'd have to follow. I found out that tuna seems to be an integral part of any body builders diet so i decided to think up a few low-cal, low-fat recipes you could use with tuna straight out of the can...
Lemon Pepper Tuna:
Season tuna with fresh lemon juice and fresh ground pepper or sprinkle with lemon pepper seasoning
Balsamic Tuna:
Season tuna with 1 tbsp Balsamic vinegar, a few dashes oregano (optional), and fresh ground pepper
Mustard Dill Tuna:
Dill, 1 tbsp mustard, and chopped celery
Southwest Tuna:
Stir in 1 tbsp non-fat mayo, ¼ of a green chili (chopped), black pepper to taste
Honey Mustard Tuna:
Mix in 1-2 tbsp Honey Mustard or for a sugar-free version, use 1 tbsp deli mustard and 1/2 packet sugar replacement
Tuna "Fried" Rice:
Sauté cooked brown rice, chopped green or yellow onions, and egg whites in pan sprayed with 1 teaspoon of olive-oil. Mix in albacore tuna chunks and serve.
Stuffed Tomato:
Mix 1 tbsp non-fat mayo, pepper and tuna and stuff in a tomato. Top tomato with a slice of mozzarella cheese and bake in toaster oven or microwave until cheese melts.
Mexican Tuna:
Serve tuna with 1 heaping tablespoon salsa or 1 tbsp chopped green chili
Tuna Italiano:
Toss tuna in 1 tbsp Italian dressing or olive oil vinaigrette, fresh ground pepper
Tuna Piccata:
Stir in 1 tsp capers, fresh lemon juice, ½ tsp parsley, & fresh ground pepper
Classic Tuna Mayo:
Stir in 1-2 tbsp low-fat or fat-free mayo, 1 chopped pickle, ½ stalk chopped celery, and 1 tbsp chopped onion/onion flakes (optional)
BBQ Tuna:
Round up 1 tbsp BBQ sauce and mix it into can of tuna
Tuna Melt:
Mix in 1-2 tbsp low-fat or fat-free mayo, and melt 1 oz. cheese on top (Whole-wheat, rye, or Ezekial 4:9 bread is optional)
Tuna Parmesan:
Mix in 1 tbsp catsup, tomato sauce, or spaghetti sauce. Sprinkle mixture with breadcrumbs or a crushed cracker and top with 1 oz. part-skim mozzarella cheese. Cook in microwave or toaster oven until cheese melts.
No-Time Tuna:
1 Fork, 1 glass of water
I hope any-one else out there on the "program'" will find this useful! :-)
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Hope
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UrbanProphet
Hope is one of the most important emotion a person can have. Sometimes it truly is the only reason you can go on. Why is that? Is it necessary to believe beyond doubt that something good will happen when in all likelyhood the worst is all there is? I suppose it's how the human psyche has evolved to deal with horrible situations and insinuations that you are about to meet a grizly end, much like our subject in the picture above.
Hope it seems to me, is blind. It takes no consideration to what's happening out there in the real world. Without hope i huess there'd be no reason for continuing, there'd be no forward momentum. Saying that, that's only assuming that if you didn't have hope, you'd reside in the other end of the spectrum, hopelessness. But why is that? Isn't there a state of non-hope that isn't hopelessness? A kind of 'blah' point if you get my drift.
Hope though is a hardy emotion, the ultimate silver lining. It's hard wear down and can generally float in any kind of crap that you happen to be in. It can be bolstered, especially if alcohol is involved, it can even be passed along. It truly is the strongest feeling you'll ever feel. Without it though, you'd be nothing.
The point I'm trying to make is, that regardless of your circumstances, never give up, don't lose hope. For if you do, then it really doesn't matter if that grizly end hits you or not. Worst come to worse, even if you do succumb and all is lost, at least you know you didn't give up... ;-)
Many people assume that since anger is a negative emotion it can't be good for you. Many people believe that the correct method to deal with other people is to be always chirpy, happy and positive. This would work, and should work, well at least on paper anyhow. From my experience however, it doesn't. It doesn't pay to be chirpy, happy person 100% of the time. What happens is people tend to think, "Hmm, this guys a nice person. I'm sure he wouldn't mind it....." fill in the blank with any number of mundane task totally unrelated to your field of experience and responsibility.
The way to counter this is to appear friendly on the out-set but at the same time seem capable to turn mood on the dime when necessary. After all anger is an emotion, and as they say it's important to be able to totally express your emotions and your personality in order to lead a happy and eventful life.
One of the first things i learnt during my working life as a manager was that a good angry smile goes a whole lot further then just a glare. A glare just states," I am pissed." an angry smile says," I am SO pissed, I think i just may eat your children and wig out on you." A smile as it is takes less energy to come up with then a frown. Plus it makes people want to say something, anything to you to cool you down or generally divert your attention away from them when done correctly. This method works well up and down your company's hierarchy as it could also be taken as an intense smile yet still has that all important intimidation factor.
What's important though, is to not let things brew. Brewing and getting angry are two different things. Getting angry is a bushfire, happens suddenly, is highly focused and burns out quickly. Brewing on the other hand, is much like a volcano. Pressures build up until critical mass, then someone forgets to return your pencil sharpener, then you go postal on whomevers within immediate reach. There's no point in this, you might as well just get angry at people who deserves your wrath.
Finally, anger is therapeutic: as the saying goes, "Better out then in." When you blow up, you blow out. You get a clear and apparent way to focus all your negativity on someone who really has been asking for it. Anger gets people to do things for you they wouldn't otherwise. Anger is a good motivator. Used wisely anger is an important management tool just like any other tool. You see "Guns don't kill people, people kill people!" ;-p
"Fear not knowing not, for in knowing not that you know not, you surely will know what it is you know nothing about. And in knowing that you know nothing, knowledge is assured."
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UrbanProphet when asked what time it was.
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When you begin you're walk through life, many people assume that their way has been preplotted and planned by their parents' and all you have to do is just follow the road signs to you're destination. Many of us are unclear on exactly where that destination is let alone how to get there. Some people seem to have a clear idea on where they're going to the point where it makes the rest of us feel nervous about our ow directions. Most of us don't however, we fall back on what we think everyone else believes is best for us, we take the easy way out.
I myself was a victim of such thinking. Yes it is easy if you let everyone else think for you, all you have to do is be a good listener and you can sit back and watch everyone else f**k up your life for you and then you can't be blamed for it. How can you? You were on autopilot while everyone else was running your life for you. First your parents, then your guidance councillor, your friends, your teachers, your boss, your girl/boy friend(s), your family, everyone wants to give you some good piece advice which you had better follow or you'll only have yourself to blame. Right. Thank you very much. You listen to what everyone has to say and your to confused and/or frightened to think otherwise. After all, surely they must know better and they do have you're best intentions in mind.
Little by little you suddenly realise that now, they don't know what they're talking about. In fact their just as f**ked up as you. You discover that they're also a victim of conflicting information, here-say and rumour. And that's when it hits you. Oh my god, what the hell am i doing this for? Yes, you've just realised that you've just f**ked you're life up because you listened to what everyone else had to say, and now there's no turning back. No get out of jail free card. No umbrella nor parachute in sight. You're not a pretty little butterfly, unique and one of a kind. You're something the industrialised world just chewed up and spat out to become a nut or a bolt in the big wheel that turns this planet about. You've been had. At this point most people just like yourself, go through a mid-life crisis.
Now I'm not encouraging you to go off and do something crazy, there's no need to go to the office tomorrow and practice inter-personal communication with a sawn-off shot gun on your office mates. I'm just asking you to reflect and listen to that inner voice of yours. The wee little one that you've tried so hard to suppress all your life and just listen to what YOU have to say rather then what THEY have to say. Take it from me, most likely for all the talk and the walk you've put on in you're entire life you've probably never said a word. You've most likely regurgitated whatever drivvel the world has saw fit to implant into your mind. So just listen to yourself you may just have something interesting to say.
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In order to celebrate the return of my boxes, I am going out on the piss tonite. For those of you who do not know what that sentence means, it means that i will be drinking copious ammounts of fermented grain juice mixed with hops, or in other words, BEER! Beer is an excellent drink, for what other bubbly beverage not only quenches your thirst, makes you high and also cleans out your kidneys. I will also bring two of my friends along with me as drinking obscene ammounts of beer is better done in company then alone. Women heal by talking to their friends and occasionally crying. A man heals by getting rat-arsed with his mates to the point where the alcohol kills enough brain-cells that he forgets that he ever had the problem. Another good affect beer has apart from problem solving, is that it can make you exponentially more attractive to the opposite sex with each beer consumed. I'm serious, if you don't believe me try this out. Find someone you really like at the bar, ask him/her if they think you look good and if they say no buy them a beer, and keep on doing so until they get plastered. When they're sufficiently mangled ask them again. The results are fascinating, you can go from Munggo the baboon to Brad Pitt in less then 2 hours using this method. ;-p
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Yeeha! My boxes have just arrived! I have literally been waiting months for them. Two big boxes containing all the crap i've collected over tha past four years in the UK. Opening those boxes last night was akin to opening a time capsule. You don't realise how much you've changed in mere months until you're suddenly confronted with it. Looking at some of the crap i had in those boxes, I can't help but wonder, "why the hell did i bring that back?". Other stuff i'm quite happy to get back, like my books and dvd collection. What the hell was i thinking when i packed my old telephone bills? What, i was gonna reconect my BT line here in Kuala Lumpur?
Aside from that the most heart-breaking stuff was my ex's. Fair enough, i was the one who instigated the break-up, it's still heart rending sifting through her stuff. Problem is, now that we don't talk to each other and most likely never will, what the hell am i gonna do with all those books on Architecture? They're pretty expensive and i'd like to pass them back to her but i have no idea how to get hold of her since she moved from our old place in London to somewhere else already. The real tear-jerker though was the photo-albums. Seeing yourself happy in another life with somebody else tends to make you reminisce on the old times. I know the person I'm with right now is most likely reading this and i hope she understands. Yes I do have luggage from a past life, we all do, but hell mine just got delivered to me yesterday. It's just that usually metaphorical luggage is intangible and you don't have to unpack it like i did last night. If i'm a bit broody the next few days it's just that some old wounds just got opened up all over again. Have heart sweety, as you definitely have mine! ;-)
Bottom line is, now i've got all my old stuff back and that should make me happy for awhile. It certainly will provide me with cost free distractions for the next few weeks what with all the books n DVD's. I no longer have that nagging worry that somebody out there is watching MY Futurama DVD's, while looking through MY diaries, laughing about how funny my nose looks in MY photo's all this while wearing MY underwear(don't ask). To think i went through all the stages from denial, anger, bargaining and acceptance. Finally when i thought, "ah hell, i didn't need any of that stuff anyway." It ends up on my door-step first thing in the morning.
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I have a hotel and catering background, I even went to Switzerland to become a Swiss certified bell-hop. With this certification, it was supposed to open doors for me wherever i went in the world at hotels and restaurants everywhere. It thought me how to deal with every situation possible in regards to hotels and restaurants. Most hotel managers are Swiss trained in my part of the world for just that very reason. Now, what i would like to do right now is find out which school all the managers on Batam Island Indonesia went to and burn it down!
Seriously, what in god's name were they thinking when they employed that bunch of yahoo's and nob-heads that man their phones? I called up most of the top hotels on Batam with one intention in mind, find out the name of the GM and get his e-mail address. A simple task you say? No it wasn't. I as expecting to hear either "His name is blah-blah, and his e-mail address is xxxx." or "I'm sorry but i can't divulge that information." At which point i would have just said "No problems i totally understand, good-bye." Did i get that? noooooo....
Typical Conversation:
Idiot: Hello, good morning. Dumbf**k Hotel, Moron speaking.
Me: Good morning, I need to pop an e-mail to your GM, could you please pass me his e-mail?
Idiot: I'm sorry but i can't check to see if he's got that e-mail.
Me: Huh? What? No no i want his e-mail address so i can send him something.
Idiot : I'm sorry sir but he hasn't said anything about any e-mails.
Me: Of course he hasn't i haven't sent him anything. I want his e-mail address
Idiot: You would like to book a room?
Me: @#$%#$$#%#@$%@#$%@#%$@%$#%!
The whole bloody island everyone at reception had this problem. I felt like that priest in the exorcist trying exorcise the devil. It's not a hard concept to understand. I. Want. E-mail Address. It's not like i was asking them the root of pi or to tell me their understanding of Heisenberg's Uncertainty Principle. The request only has 4 words in it for crying out loud!!! possible out comes 2! Yes or No. It was like asking for the time and they give you a fork-lift truck. Sometimes i just don't get people. There should be a law banning idiots from answering phone calls. Foul fiends of stupidity! I banish you! The name of the Lord compels you!
"Consider the porcupine. Quiet and slow, with a friendly demeanour. Curious and trusting. It's only defence is to roll up into a little ball and hope for the best. It's spiky and sharp exterior is its only protection. It has no sharp fangs, it has no poison it merely wants to fend for itself and be left alone. Curiosity and innocence are key to this timid little creature, much like a young child it's holding hands with his momma as they cross the road. Now consider the car tyre...."
*UrbanProphet on the importance of assertiveness.
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This morning when i woke up i found something on my face which was extremely horrifying. Before you even say it was my nose let me tell you of a story my ex-colleague told me a few weeks back. The topic was on old age and the signs that one was getting proceedingly older. He said that the evening before when he was curled up with his wife in bed and they were getting know each other all over again if you catch my meaning. All of a sudden, his wife burst out laughing while she was half way through his left ear. Apparently she had found what seemed to be a long black hair growing out of his ear. When my mate was telling me this I simply nodded, guffawed and carried on drinking as we were at the offices local in town and thought nothing more of it. Until now.
This morning i found a hair that wasn't there, or if it was was nicely hidden amongst the others, yesterday. It was about an inch long growing out of my left eye-brow. An inch long eye-brow hair! What the #@%&!?!?!? Well needless to say i tried pulling it out but it's a hardy bugger and hurt like a mother-f*****r when i yanked it and just wouldn't come out. It's still there now, and I'm thinking, hmm, maybe there's a plus side to this. I know what I'll do, I'll keep it and use it to scare my girlfriend with! ;-p
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I've had a pretty crummy day... Realised i most likely won't hit my targets for this year seeing that X'mas is only 3 weeks away. To top it off i just came down with a bad case of the flu but can't take anymore sick leave as well, there still might be a chance to hit them targets but not if i take a day off...
This cat summarizes perfectly how i feel right now... :-(
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"For so is it not written, that if the dove should find it hard to get paper clips, should not the wise old crow find it within her heart to release it without the appropriate aquisition forms?"
- UrbanProphet when asked about the Stationery Closet.
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At this point in time, this is how i feel about my situation with my computer at work today. Arg!
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My office's clock in system is part of the the office's network. When you start up your comp, it checks the for the time on your comp, and if you're even 1 sec's past 9am it'll send an e-mail to the MD. How Draconian is that.
Now I just found out how to f*** with the system today. As usual, the buggers made me work a Saturday and of course i went on the piss last night. So me being me, I walked into the office at 10.45 am. Of course a few people saw me walk in but hey, they're not the ones who matter (secretary's, admin staff etc.) or at least they do, but not in the way that they'd mess with me over coming in late.
Anyway, so sat down at my desk and went, "Damn! Someones definitely going to say something during nxt weeks weekly mtg if they see my clock in time." So after thinking about it, before turning on my computer i pulled out it's network cable. Logged on... Then it tried to send a few e-mails to rat on me being late but failed. I then promptly reset the clock to 8.40am, cleared out the outbox with those nasty ratty e-mails and rebooted. Then reset the clock to 10.40am again. Voila! now U.P.'s a good boy cuz he came in early on Saturday! ;-p
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Recently I've taken to wearing suspenders, or bracers as some may call it, but the way some peoples reaction has been to it, it's as if i've decided to go wear garter belts... Seriously though, what is the problem?
Hell, the first day when i went to work with them on i trained it. And after all the talk i got from most of my friends and family, i felt so self concious it was like trying to take the train bottomless. Is that person looking at me? omigod, oshitoshitoshit! Sniggering, I hear sniggering! They must be laughing at me! It was like i was going schizophrenic. Every laugh was someone laughing at me, i've never felt so paranoid before. Well there was that time with those mushrooms, i kinda sat under a table for 6 hours but that's another story... ;-p
Anyway, the reaction i got at work was... indifference. Which i felt slightly shocked at. No one said anything. No one cared. I was hurt. don't get me wrong, I'm not the type of person who needs contiuous reassurance. But hey! come one. at least some feedback thank you very much. Now i know i how my girl feels when i forget to mention how nice her new 'do' is...
Anyway, I like my suspenders, they're comfortable, easy to wear, convenient and and they match my ties! ;-) One comment i got from a close friend was "...but fat people wear them." So? fat people wear underwear as well, that doesn't mean i can't! Anway, those of u in bloggerville, what do u think i ask you? Should I suspend, or buckle? comments anyone?
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The All seeing EYE of the of the UrbanProphet hath ventured on another Urbanite whom hath... Ah f**K, like i speak old English!... Darnit! Apparently some guy has posted a blog called Urbanpoet... Nuts and i thought i was special... Well anyway, i have rebranded myself purely as the UrbanProphet so come one, come all and I shall prophesize things to come... I see, a train... And me on it on my way home... Ciaou People, works over gotta go!
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Ever notice how people crop up and try to talk to you when you're busy? I keep getting that at work, expecially when i'm trying to blog. It's like "oh, UP looks busy, lets go and ask him his life story again, or better yet, tell him mine."
Arg! What's wrong with you people!?!? Don't you have something more important to do then talk to me? Well, they're not that bad actually, my office mates. It's just that my desk is placed in such a way where the entire office seems to be able to see me but my back's to them. So they ALL end up in my cubicle at some point in the day.
It'd be fine and dandy if i had nothing to do, but how's a man supposed to blog and write e-mail's to his mates when everyones always looking over his shoulder? ;-p
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I used to be very independent. I used to live in a nice 3 bedroom 2 story house just west of Central London, only a 5 minute walk from the Perivale tube station, 15 mins by tube to Tottencourt Road St. just off Oxford Street. I worked for small restaurant chain in London handling their marketing and life was good.
I earned a fair bit for someone for someone my age, so i could enjoy some of the better things in life. The company paid for all of my travel expenses, fed and clothed me for free, and even gave me a credit card for 'entertainment expenses'.
One of the first things i bought when i moved down to London, was a large 29inch Grundig digital wide-screen tv. I had a Play Station with a wide selection of games and dvd's to waste my time with. I got myself the fastest computer i could find and upgrading it was one of my hobbies. We had in the house a massive sound system which my house mate bought to hook up all the electronics to and annoy the neighbours with.
My office was just off Soho Square in London's clubbing district, and with my company amex, i had the time of my life. Every other day i was watching some famous DJ or performer, which before then i only saw on the inserts of cd covers. Friday was the day me and my mates would go down Fabric, one the larger clubs in London, and party on all the way until the trains ran again at 6 in the morning.
You could say life was good, but no, life was excellent. Life was fun, life was just one big party that i seemed to have a permanent invite to. Then something happened, i felt that it was time for me to do something with my life. I thought, "Hey, you know what, maybe i should get myself a masters degree and expand my horizons". Until then i was earning GBP25k a year, and with that degree i could easily get a job for at least 35k.
So i quit my job and enrolled in a university that was just 10mins away from me by bus. To cut a long story short, i had received a scholorship from the DTI where they paid me to study as long as long as handled the marketing for a small chocolate factory in Acton. What happened next was that the chocolate factory decided to terminate the programme and left me without a job. So what did i do next? Confused, i called my father and he told me to fly back to Malaysia and he's sort out a job for me.
Dazed, i listened to him and did just that. Leaving behind London, one angry girlfriend(now an ex), my 29inch tv, my credit cards, my house, my dvd's, my stereo system, my computer, my car, my friends, basically everything i'd worked hard to get for the past 4 years. When i reached Malaysia, i found no job waiting for me. The people my dad had talked to changed their minds. To make matters worse, all the stuff i shipped back never arrived and this was the stuff i consider special to me along with most of my good clothes. In the end i found a job with a direct marketing company, i have a new girl friend who i dearly love and i'm living in my sisters back room. All in all, I realise that yeah i'm in the middle of a tough period in my life, but the people around me are helping to make it feel a little bit better... *sigh*
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After much yammering, yelling and gnashing of teeth, all my fans out there (all the two of u) have finally convinced me to update my blog... So today, what's my topic, well couldn't really think of one so i'll show u what i found on the net recently... Now don't get me wrong, I'm a pretty much down-to-earth kinda of person and all this astrology bunkem really isn't my cup of tea.. However, out of curiosity, i looked up how compatible me and my partner were based on both chinese and western astrology... I'm a capricorn she's a leo, I'm a snake and she's a rabbit...
Capricorn and Leo
When Leo and Capricorn join together in a love match, they form amutually supportive union. Capricorn is more conservative, hardworking and traditional in outlook. Leo is a firm believer in hardwork, but tends to get things done through their charm and socialskills. However, both are extremely devoted, especially to teachother. Although they may seem to be an unlikely couple on the surface,their love will grow as they discover similarities.Both partners enjoy comfort and pampering and love working towardtheir goals. Leo and Capricorn both relish the spotlight and materialpossessions. Leo can be outrageous, while Capricorn is more classical,of a more simple nature. Because both Signs are so determined, with abit of careful attention they will sympathize with one another. Bothpartners will soon realize that they have much to learn from oneanother; Leo can show Capricorn a good time and Capricorn can prove toLeo the value of hard work and traditional values.Leo is ruled by the Sun and Capricorn is ruled by the Planet Saturn.The Sun is about ego and self, and it radiates warmth and light. Leoindeed radiates this kind of energy and enthusiasm. Saturn is aboutresponsibility and hard work. These two can learn from one another'sdiversity. The Sun represents life, and Saturn represents tenacity; aslong as they pay attention to one another, their combination is a goodone, leading to many completed projects.
I much prefered the chinese horoscope though because 1. it was only 1 line long, and 2, well u'll see for ur self!
Snake & Rabbit
This relationship is all about sex. Really. Great. Sex.
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These words are meant for someone,
and these words are mine to give...
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I lie here wondering about what must be said,
About all these questions and how i must tread.
So many things run deep in my mind,
the words that were so easy, seem difficult to find.
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But seriously what are words but pen marks on paper,
yet so powerful they are, the feelings they muster.
If used unwisely what was sweet may taste bitter,
I must be careful with what this ink may just utter.
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I fear to offend, but my heart feels so strongly,
so how could these words be taken wrongly?
Should I start from where we did begin?
or should i end this before I've begun?
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Why do i fear to say what is real,
why can't i tell you just what i feel?
But no! I shan't falter for my will is true,
for these words are mine but they are meant for you.
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I've travelled too far, too long and too wide,
Just to look for that someone to stand by my side.
The light of my soul slightly did dim,
As once more my heart was broken again.
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This deep fracture needs someones caress,
to this my sweet dear could you kindly address?
When we first met you rekindled my light,
night became day, for you set it right.
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You made me see what i thought wasn't there,
you made breathe, for you are my air.
Maybe my words are running away,
I really don't care for this is what i must say.
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How can i not wish for a place in your heart,
for it would kill me if we ever did part;
for your eyes have that softness, the touch of a dove,
but all i have are these mere words, to show you my...
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These words are meant for someone,
and these words are yours to take...
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Oops... something tells me i should update my blog more often! ;-p
Well anyway Lexis I got two unalcaholic drinks for u just in case it's not too late for your weekend dinner... They're both faves of mine, one a cocktail and the other a tropical punch.. They're both juice based, but hey it's either that or those crappy flavoured sugary stuff...
Virgin Raspberry Daiquiri
3 oz Raspberry Puree
2 oz Pineapple Juice
1/2 oz Lemon Juice
1 tsp Caster Sugar
1/2 oz Raspberry Syrup
Blend briefly with half a glassful of crushed ice in a wine goblet (or any kind glass u prefer!). Garnish with raspberries, and serve. U can substitute the berries with any berry u like actually, just remember its gotta taste nice with pineapple... mind you this makes one glass' worth, multiply where necessary...
Afterglow
1 part Grenadine
4 parts Orange Juice
4 parts Pineapple Juice
Ice
Mix. Serve over ice. When i say part i mean, if ur making 1 liters worth, 1 part would be 200ml's...
Mind you i usually don't mix non-alcaholic drinks for meself so my repertoire isn't that astounding! ;-p
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1/4 cup Blue cheese
1/2 cup Mayo (if u wanna do it the hard way, make ur own mayo!)
1/2 cup Sour Cream
2 Spring onions (minced)
Cracked pepper to taste
Salt to taste
Add all ingredients into a small sauce pan. On low heat, mix ingredients thoroughly until a fluid being careful to not scald anything or burn the sauce. Put in a covered sauce boat or container and leave to cool for at least 3 hours in the fridge. This is a multi purpose sauce that can be used as a dip (nachos, stick veggies etc.), sauce or salad dressing and goes extremely well with most meats red and white, though not too well with seafood. Also, blue cheese is concidered an aphrodisiac depending on what u serve with it so be careful when u pair it with some foods! Well, unless u want the attention....
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Colours
Colours,
Never before seen, for that's what it felt like to me;
A million different names, for the chroma of the sea.
A macrocosm of flame, flecked with neon blue paint;
This whirlwind of life, that nothing can taint.
Colours,
A cosmic horde of green acid dreams,
March in formation, these aquanautic Marines.
Right by pass me they dart and they swim,
To some unheard rythm, that solemnly sings.
Colours,
A feeling of trespass, the kind left unsaid;
As Poseidon's subjects flit close to my head.
This loss of direction, knowing not where i belong;
Grabs my soul tightly, 'til I hear that sirens song.
Colours,
These flowing dark swirls, embolden my heart;
But the words don't come easy, knowing not where to start.
This muse of mine she teases me, with her scent of the Sea;
Her whispers unheard, 'cept for those unmeant for me.
Colours,
Smoothly ebb and slinks just past eyeshot;
Neither description nor metaphore, can easily be sought.
This epiphany of feelings could never be confined;
by these mere simple utterings, these words of mine.
Colours....
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Whoah, i don't even know where to start... I suppose i should give a brief description of myself but what is the purpose of stating physical realities on something as ephemeral (did i spell that right? lol!) and intangible as a blog? So let me just leave all that out as unimportant...
What about gender, is gender important? Of course it is to me considering, but regardless, to you my hapless reader, my gender is unimportant... We all have elements in our personality of either masculine or feminine bias but never the less, we have both... Let's just say my personality is more masculine than the latter... Saying that i do not discount the femininity of my personality, my yin, and fully accept it... Accepting your whole, to me, is more important than your merely accepting your parts.. Ah, the duality and dichotomy that is life...
Anyway I'm rambling... To continue, I would say that I've led a colourful life, that has brought me to various places and people... i've had many different careers lasting anywhere from a few days to a few years... I've had good times and bad times, basically i would just say i've been human...
I've always thought that you could only weigh your life by what you've experienced, because at the end of it all, what else could you bring with you apart from what you have learned throughout your life? Living 100 years in a hole doing nothing is hardly worth ten years doing as much as you can, going wherever curiosity's brought you... no offence to any hole dwellers out there mind you!
I could go on and on telling you every little detail running through my head right now, but that would defeat the purpose of my blog i suppose... So I'll just give to you piece by piece, day by day... If you get bored, you could always just surf away, I don't mind...
To finish up I'll just tell you why i'm writing this blog... As it is I've titled it ramblings of an Urban Poet, yet its url is urbanprophet, why? simply because I do write poetry, I do live in a city (where? why does it matter?) and as for the prophet part, it has a nice ring to it... Of course that is a simplified version of it but i won't go into detail... As for the reason, well, I have problems sleeping at night and i just want to get all the crap banging around in my head out... So there,I'm done, you can go now'n thank you for reading...
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