The Epitome of Stupidity

A strong description. The Epitome. The Pinnacle. The Summit. The Utmost.

Funny enough that I am writing a post about someone I actually detest. Maybe it's the inner urge to rant. But seriously, everyone does stupid things. I do stupid things all the time. But to be detested, you need to be so good at it and yet so oblivious to what you have done. You have to be so self centered, thinking the world revolves around you, that you do not notice the nonsense and crap you are creating. That's the pinnacle.

I used to have this boss who literally embodies the word stupidity. There is so much to say, yet normal words cannot describe the mess she creates everytime she speaks or writes an email.

" Nonsense with every breath,

Chaos in all her mails,

She fires her arrow of death,

And everyone scurries to bail.

An unfortunate foe falls,

Besieged by her senseless whim,

The epitome of stupidity,

I call thee Ms G*lian Lim. "

- Pokpok, 02 Oct 2007

Stupidity

Absence . . .

" Sensing her touch,

Yearning for her smile,

I laze quietly on the couch,

Thoughts coming in a pile.

Why do I miss her so,

My mind slows to ponder,

I now believe too,

Absence makes the heart grow fonder. "

- Pokpok, 5 Aug 2007

Absence

My baby went off to China this morning for work. I should be a bigger man and say it's all good. But I can't help but miss her so. It's still early days, but I have a very good feeling about this one. There are several big obstacles to pass though. Hopefully it'll all end in happiness. One can only hope . . .

I am a Smoker . . .

Puff Puff Puff. This is what I've been doing for the past 10 years.

I smoke about 10 sticks a day, everyday. Most of you would now be thinking ... "What are you doing to your body??!!" "Do you know smoking kills??" "Do you know you'll die younger??" ... and the 'questions' and reprimand goes on and on.

Yes. I know Smoking kills. I know eating fried foods might result in colon cancer in the later years. I know eating fast food or growing overweight will increase the chances of heart attacks. I know not exercising will make your body weak and susceptible to illnesses. I know there are ten thousand and one things that can kill you the very next moment.

I sound like I'm in denial arn't I. Yup, I guess I might be. . . But you see, I grew up in a very liberal household *think Ang Moh upbringing*. I was never caught smoking - simply cos I told my parents about it the same day I started. And all they said were "Ok, but don't smoke too much, not good for the body." That's how much freedom my parents gave to their children. I've never met any other parent capable of doing what they do. To allow us freedom, yet still love and guide us along through life as they did. I'll tell you all about them in another post.

Back to the cigarettes . . . I've tried to quit 3 times through these years. The longest I've lasted was 4 months before I started again due to stress from taking my exams. The first 3 were done 'Cold-Turkey' style. I was having shivers, nose dripping, constant headaches, short-tempers, and totally irritable in the first few days.

And now comes the 4th attempt. Unlike the first 3 attempts which were done voluntarily, this attempt is done in part for someone else. In part because eventually it is for my own selfish happiness too. And I think I have a good feeling about this attempt. I didn't have anyone to push me along the first 3 times. However, now I have a purpose to quit. And I truly hope that purpose is enough to push me through.

I'm gonna cut down slowly, bit by bit. The first target now is to drop to 6 sticks a day. I really hope I'll make it. For a better tomorrow for myself, I truly, sincerely hope so. . .

" Puff Puff Puff,

The cigarette fills the air with smoke,

My lungs cringes at the black stuff,

Til I eventually choke.

My heart longs for it to end,

To bridge this long dark gap,

My world wants a new bend,

To end with a triumphant clap. "

-- Pokpok, 2 Aug 07

Puff, Puff, Puff

*Smoking kills*

My Little Space . . .

Just wanna "show-off" my little space. Its just a simple entertainment center. But this is where you find me most of the time if I'm not out. It has your basic male staples: Computer, TV, sexy Calender (or two =P), big pile of something you need to clear but never have the time <.<

Of note in my space is definitely that beauty I've hanged on the wall. Maxim US edition calender! A friend got it from US as a Christmas gift. Nothing beats having seductive, voluptuous, drop-dead beautiful girls to look at everytime I walk into the room or stretch my neck. I hope he goes to the US again this winter muhahaha.

Some of you might have caught the other bikini calender beside my TV as well. Umm, thats a yearly staple from my Dad (of all people). He works in the shipbuilding industry and every new year he'll come home with calenders from his suppliers. These range from scenery, animal themes to sexy bikini babes to partial or full nudity types. I've had bikini babes calenders since ... primary school? yeah its a definite staple hahaha.

I also have a JVC mini-hifi to the left of the TV. Only 1 station set on it, Class 95FM. Been listening to the station since secondary school. Its always on so long as I'm in the room, even when I sleep.

So well, this is my little space, where I enjoy TV shows, net surfing, singing along to radio music, watching eh.. *cough* suggestive movies *cough*, etc. Ermm ... about the last part ... what can I say? I'm a typical guy. =)

My Little Tarutaru . . .

I play Final Fantasy XI Online. It's a Massively Multiplayer Online game made by Square-Enix. Its been in service for 4 years plus now and still there are tons of people playing it. At any one time there would be 1800-2600 online in a server. And there are 32 servers. The game is available on PC or PS2. I think this is the first game that allows PC and Console gamers to play together. It was one of the top MMOs at the time, and still is in my opinion. I've been playing it since the English version for PC was released.

That's my alter ego on the left of the picture, AhBoo, a little Tarutaru. Tarutarus are more atune to magic, thus most are in mage classes (or jobs as we call it in FFXI).

The other people you see in the picture are my in-game friends. This is a goodbye picture for Aokin . . . He is a primary school teacher, and he was relocated to another perfecture, thus having to stop playing for a good while. He say's he'll be back and I truely hope so. He is one of the very few Japanese that is willing to speak English with me. Those that are well versed in Japanese culture would know why I treasure such a gesture by him.

Tacchii has recently disappeared too . . . and I wish him all the best. He is a secondary school student and a nephew of Aokin. His command and understanding of English is simply amazing for a Japanese, more so for someone so 'young'. Youth and amazing English skills just dont come together at all in Japanese culture.

Blackpudding still plays. He is married with kids and works at a German company in Japan. He has very good English too. He likes to complain that his wife takes no interest whatsoever in his game. (Hehehe *wink *wink).

Well, I'll talk more about my other life again soon. 4 years is a long time and a lot of memories to chronicle in one post.

My First Poem . . .

This is my first attempt at a poem ever . . .

It just struck me out of nowhere. I guess this is how poets work. They get inspiration from their daily lifes and wa~la~! beautiful lyrics flow from their pens. I hope the same is working for me as well . . .

" My Little Sio Ba

So Lovely, Tender and Sweet,

My Heart Fills with Joy and Wonder,

Everytime We Meet. "

- Pokpok, My Sio Ba

Yes, its cheesy. But I like cheesy. Nothing beats the courage to try something you have never done before. So I'm writing my cheesy poem and sharing it to the world. Proudly.

My Little Sio Ba

Today is a Happy Day.

Why you ask? well, because my Mum made my favorite dish, Sio Ba. For those of you unfamiliar with this Chinese dish, it is sort of a 3 layer pork. There is the crispy crunchy top layer, the tender layer of fats in the middle, and the aromatic meat below which has bones for added taste.

This is definitely not a dish for the faint hearted (or should I say for the health conscious). It is high in fats, calories and every bite reeks of sinful pleasure. As your tongue touches the succulent meat, it oozes in watery dribble of happiness. I would literally describe the feeling simply as Bliss.

Maybe some of you would be asking now, "Why do you call it your little sio ba??". "You acutally have a nickname for this dish??!!". Well, hehehehe, now thats an all together different thing right there. You see ... this nickname is for a special someone in my life. "What?! you call your special someone such an unromantic name?!"

Yes. A definite yes. Because what I feel with my special little sio ba is what I feel with every bite of this dish, and even more. Simple, undying Bliss. The sort you will never get tired of.

Which is why I'm introducing this dish to every lonely heart out there. I hope you can enjoy the joys of this dish as much as I have, and maybe someday you'll understand that your special someone is your little Sio Ba as well . . . (Hehehe)

My Little Rascal, Pokpok . . .

He was a gift from my Aunties and Uncle, gift of Love, Warm and Affection.

I was only a month old at the time, and Pokpok has come a long way with me since then.

He shared my joys, my pain, my sorrows . . .

He is my Pokpok, my longest friend ever . . .