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Heading up to KL for Reuben and Joanne’s wedding.

I don’t have a camera, but i hope to come back with photos.
somehow.

see you in a bit.

I can type A-Z in 3.2 seconds.

3.2 seconds.
http://apps.facebook.com/typea-z/?ref=mf

quite interesting.
Challenge me?

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p/s: sorry for the lack of updates. Been really busy with work. only have time for work-facebookapps-work-facebook apps.
Turn smile shift repeat.

Hillsong United in Singapore.

Going to see them at the Indoor Stadium later tonight.

Photos soon?

3rd generation.
It’s now twice faster than the former two

And, no.

I don’t care what you say.

i nearly stabbed myself in the eye today while putting on my contact lens.

anyway.

On a totally unrelated note:
I was reading my July issue of Readers’ Digest and found two interesting articles to share with you:

1. Apollo 11
40 years ago, Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin were the first men on the moon. July 1969, Commander Neil Armstrong bounced onto the moon, the first moon-walk, and grunted the iconic line, “That’s one small step for (a) man, one giant leap for mankind.”

   
(from left to right) Neil Armstrong on the moon; Neil Armstrong; Buzz Aldrin

Readers’ Digest had a full writeup on how everything happened, and honestly, the article was incredibly moving - depicting the amount of pressure and responsibility those men had - The entire planet earth’s expectations and hopes weighing on their shoulders. The feeling of excitement, and at the same time, utter dread as the shuttle launched while they were strapped and sealed to it.

Billions of people praying as they watched the spaceship burst off the ground; whispering ‘go!’ as tears streamed down their face.

The article briefly summarizes the mission and the success of it. The first step off the landing vehicle was actually more than 3 feet - not such a small step after all.
It’s interesting how landing on the moon turned hardened, trained astronauts into 8 year old boys, jumping around in ecstasy in the zero-gravity.

Neil Armstrong’s words can be heard at http://nasa.gov

2. Total Eclipse
There will be a total eclipse on July the 22nd, 2009. It’s a wednesday.
The moon will be between Earth and the sun, and unlikethe few previous eclipses, (which were partial eclipses) this one will be a TOTAL ECLIPSE.

all that’s missing is the word ‘HEROES’

Certain areas in China and Japan will experience total darkness.
In South-east asia, however, it will only appear to be slightly darkened. We will still be able to see the shadow of the moon covering the sun, and it will only get about as dark as a regular stormy cloudy day.
In Malaysia, the eclipse will be at 8:44am to 9:44am, peaking at 9:11am.

Don’t miss it.

I was starving yesterday evening.

Alone at home, with no car, I had to find dinner.

I had two choices:
1. Walk 15minutes to McDonalds
-or-
2. Order pizza. (i refuse to pay McDonalds’ delivery charges)

It was 7:45pm. After a long day of work.
Of course i ordered in.

Oh and it didn’t help that right beside my telephone there was a piece of shredded paper that used to be pizza coupons. And 129,836,129,874 pizzas were starring up at me from that glossy piece of paper.
I did realize it would be expensive to order pizza for myself, to eat alone, but my hunger was battling my rational mind.

It won.

I punched in the numbers.

Lady: Hello, thank you for calling ******* pizza.
Lady: My name is Harlina. How-can-i-help-you?

Me: Yeah, hi.
Me: I’d like to place an order please. (GIMME MAH PIZZA NOW)

Harlina: Okay, can I have your phone number please?

(wow, how many times do you hear that line from a girl?)
Me: 388***8.

Harlina: Okay, (repeats my phone number).
Harlina: Registered under a Miss Christine, right?

(that’s my sister)
Me: Yep.

Harlina: And your address is (says my address).

Me: Yep.

Harlina: Okay sir, and your name is?

Me: Justin.

Harlina: Sorry? can you spell that for me please?

Me: (sigh) J-U-S-T-I-N.

Harlina: Oh, Okay, Mr. Justin. Can I take your order now?
(I stare at paper)
Harlina:Maybe you would like to hear about our special promotions, or maybe you have a coupon and would like to use it?

Me: Okay, erm. What promotions do you hav?
(Maybe I could shave off a few bucks)

Harlina: Well, how many people are you ordering for, sir?

(shit. Saying ONE person would make me look retarded.)
Me: ermm….. two. Two people.

Harlina: Okay, perhaps you would like to try our Terminator Salvation combo which comes with one Large Pizza two cans of soft drinks and Cinnastix or Barbeque Chicken Wings combo at the special prize of 40 ringgit you save up to 13.80?

Me: Erm.. I think i’ll just take the Regular Combo. Extravaganzza, Cheesy Double Decker, with Cinnastix.

Harlina: Okay (confirms my order). That will be rm32.80

Me: (gritting teeth) YES.
(GOOD. GOD. I WANT MY PIZZA NOW)

Harlina: Okay, the time now is 7:50.
Harlina: We will end your hunger within 30 minutes, sir.

(end my hunger?)
Me: okaay. (trying not to laugh)

Harlina: If we are not there in 30 minutes, we will present you with a gift coupon.

Me: Thanks.

Harlina: Okay, thank you for making ******* your cheesy choice.

I swear she said that.
“End my hunger” and “cheesy choice”

I rolled on the floor laughing my ass off.

Maybe I should have walked to McDonalds.

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Unrelated note: RIP Michael Jackson.

I ran to work today.

Seriously.

Last week, my Head of Admin gave me a small talk, saying that he’s noticed my punch-card, and how I’ve been punching in at times varying from 9:03 (stupid slow walking people in front of me) and 9:45 (stupid snooze button).

“Try to come in earlier,” he said (nicely), “if possible.”
Goodness.
He might as well have yelled at me. Him being all nice just made me even more paranoid.

I resolved to take an earlier bus, and get there on time.
So on Monday and through Wednesday, my punch-card saw impressive times such as 8:42 and 8:46.

But, today.
Today i was running late. There was traffic, slow people, chatty bus drivers and the whole nine yards. By the time i reached the bus stop near my workplace, it was 8:56.

Run, Forest, run.

People moved aside as I dashed across roads, overtaking people, checking my watch and also looking around to make sure i didn’t get hit by a car (i’d be REALLY late then.)

I rushed up the stairs to my workplace, thrust open the glass doors and shoved my punch-card into the machine.

“jik– jik– jik–”

9:00am

muahahahahahhaaaaaaaaaaa
and the score is:

Justin: 1
Universe: 0

This happened in Johor Bahru. Permas Jaya.

Today.

It should not have been different from any other day. Mundane and repetitive, the agenda was the precise same. It was only 6:45am, so getting ready for work was still a good hour away, and i was blinking at my computer screen, eyes still heavy.
Sipping hot rose tea and surfing sleepily through the net, i jolted when my mum rapped frantically on my room door, yelling in a panicked, shaky voice.

“JUSTIN! Come quickly!! Someone is robbing papa!!!”

I flinched. what?

I yanked my door open and raced down the stairs, two steps at a time. My mum and my sister followed close behind. My mom was holding a broom. The situation was so  real and yet unbelievably ridiculous. I ran out my front door and went out, and saw them.

There were four of them.
Two of them were on a motorbike behind my father’s white Iswara. 1 was on another bike on the far side. And one more was in front. I ran towards them, yelling. “WOI!” They turned to look at me. I opened my gate, bracing myself for whatever was going to happen in the next few minutes.

My dad was sitting in the car.
One side of his face was covered in blood. I froze. His neck and shoulder too. His driver-side window was smashed. Blood and glass everywhere. My dad’s white shirt was now maroon.
I looked at the bikes for half a second, but didn’t bother to remember the numbers - something about fake number-plates had flashed across my memory - i’d read it in the papers a few days ago. “The Johor Bahru robbers who hammered car windows”. Goodness. We were a current victim.

The man with the knife saw me coming towards him, and lifted his knife at me. He took a step towards me, shouting something incomprehensible. I think he was daring me to walk forward.

Before anything else could happen, his accomplice on the bike called at him, asking him to go. He scrambled onto the motorbike and they all sped off.

My dad was in shock. He sad there bleeding and breathing heavily. My mother and sister quickly rushed to his side, helping out of the car and carefully avoiding the glass which was everywhere. A lady who was next door slowly walked out, clearly shaken and looking quite regretful for not being able to do anything to help.

My dad’s face and neck had been cut by the shrapnel when the man broke the window. My dad shuffled into the house, dripping blood everywhere. We quickly went into the house to call 999.
A lady picked up. She calmly asked if the robbers were still there. They weren’t, of course. And so it wasn’t really an “emergency”. She said they would send over a patrol car as soon as possible.

We fussed around our dad, trying to calm him down. I was getting angrier by the minute.

This is what actually happened.

It was a holiday for my dad, and he had gotten into the car to go for a golf game. The car was parked just outside our house, as usual. When he got in, he locked the car and was about to start the engine, when he heard the bikes. Appearing out of nowhere (around the corner, my dad later said), the four men all had parangs (machettes), their faces hidden by motorbike helmets.

One man (the one who later held a knife at me) got off the bike and smashed my dad’s window with a hammer. He then produced a parang and held it to my dad’s throat. Yelling, (trying to scare my dad) he asked my dad to hand over his wallet. (My mom had heard these shouts coming from outside. That’s when she got us)

My dad calmly said he would, and reached for his pocket to get it. Another man took my father’s bag from the passenger side.  My dad’s face and neck were already bleeding from the glass. My dad asked him to take all the cash but return his I.C. and license, but the man ignored him.

That was about when the three of us rushed out of the house. They sped off on their bike, leaving us in shock and disarray. The whole robbery happened in less than 1 minute.

The police took about 30mins to get to the scene. And between that time neighbours from around began to come over to ask what had happened, and offer their oh-so-valuable two cents. Where the hell were they when my father was held at knife-point.

Thank God my dad only suffered minor cuts from the glass (none went into his eyes). But there was quite alot of blood. The police took pictures of the car, and a statement from my dad and a “witness” who had appeared from nowhere - For crying out loud i didn’t even see that man anywhere earlier.

But my dad was safe. That was the only thing that really mattered.

I was supremely pissed. And now, in retrospect, I hate how I couldn’t do anything because there were four of them and all armed and crazy. I hate how I didn’t have a metal baseball bat and enough adrenaline to just bash all their heads in. THEY HURT MY DAD. And i couldn’t do anything to them. GOD, the injustice.

I mean. Go earn an honest freakkking living and DON’T ROB AN OLD GUY ON HIS WAY TO GOLF YOU BASTARDS.

But.

The amazing thing was how my dad had removed all his ATM cards, credit cards, and excess cash from his wallet before leaving the house. Therefore, the robbers had left with the measly sum of RM180.

Remember the bag they took from the passenger seat?
Filled with my dad’s clothes. suck on that bitches.

The CID also came to our house later on, taking more photos. They talked to my dad and said that if they ever caught the four robbers that all of us might have to come in to help identify them.

I hope the police catch them before they rob anyone else.
Please, whoever’s reading this. Be careful and always aware. Alert. Don’t carry too much cash around and don’t be alone in a secluded place if you can help it. It helps to have people around.

They are part of a gang who ride around looking for opportunities. They smash your car window with a hammer and threaten you with parangs. There’s little you can do unless you have 3-4 people to back you up. If that is so they wouldn’t even rob you in the first place.

and i hope those bastards get caught or get bashed up and crippled for life.

yes, please.

If you want to in any way at all be a succesful human being, good english is the absolute basic minimal requirement.

my two cents.

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The top 5 office pranks.

ever.

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update

why you shouldn’t run in high heels:

p/s: tell me, (honestly) how many times u had to watch the girl fall, hypnotized.