Panthera Sapiens Ellipsis: The Blog

If I'm right, I've totted up nearly RM 900 in expenses this month. And that's extra expenses, mind you: it doesn't include the "normal" stuff like food and cybercafe and church offerings. Every cent of that 900 was spent on other stuff. Well, first there was the 200 in Genting, which you already know about. The bus trip up, the bus trip down, the theme park, and most alarmingly, the food up there. Everything at inflated prices, and besides I developed a yen for Starbucks' and Coffee Bean's frappucini up there. (Must've been the cold weather, because I don't have that hankering any more.) And then there was Saturday's spending spree. Well, I didn't plan for it to be a spending spree at first, but like my family (and actually, pretty much anybody who's known me for more than a year or so) will tell you, I'm madly stingy most of the time BECAUSE I can spend a year's worth of savings in less than five hours. Like this: Saturday,

I have decided to incorporate Manglish into my blog, along with other elements of non-Oxford speech. Not a lot, of course, just a little here and there. After all, what's the use of being Malaysian if you can't swear in three different languages or dialects? This is also in line with my efforts to stop sounding like a dictionary. Some time ago, somebody asked me the definition of "arbitrary" and was surprised when I gave a one-word answer, which pretty much proved to me that I have been spending far too much quality time with my mental dictionary. (I tried actually reading an Oxford dictionary aroun 14 or 15 years old and gave up when I found I already knew about 70% of all the words in it.) And the other day, my room-mate and Smooth tried to come up with words I didn't already know. Some sort of a wager. It's only a pity for them that I've been playing that game with my little brother for ages, and I win every time. Every single time. (A win is when I get

Why is it that I am always completely tired out on Monday? Garfield was right, Mondays are evil and there's just something in the air that saps the joie de vivre out of everybody. Either that or captain ball is more tiring that I think. I got back on Saturday evening from a couple days at Genting, and I slept for ten horus straight and still woke up bleary and clinging to my bed. Unfortunately, I'm very duty-ridden and I went to church. Not that that's a bad thing, but I would've enjoyed sleeping. Let me get my thoughts into chronological order... let's see... the planning came before the trip, the ride came before the park, the announcement came on Friday night... ok. We (Cheeky, Nick OS, Thunder Flower, Pick Lint, Stapler, Moon, and I) planned to go on Saturday originally, but since Thunder Flower's boyfriend couldn't get us hotel rooms for Saturday night (the hotel was booked solid and we soon found out why), we ended up going on Friday night instead. We

This is getting to be a regular opening line, but I'm sorry I didn't post last week again. My dad was in town for one day, and that day happened to be blogging-day (Monday). And being the dreaful creature of habit that I am, I totally forgot about blogging the rest of the week. Besides, there wasn't much to blog about. Maybe the restaurant. That was nice. My dad took me and my sister (my brother's back in Sing already) to this place in KLCC called Mexican Chilli. It's a very American place, by which I mean the clientele: at least 3/4 of the people in there were blonde and blue-eyed... and FAT. I mean bulging, supersized, layers-and-layers of grease fat. After that...hey, the Earth gets heavier by several tonnes every year, and guess where most of that weight comes from? (Actually, the answer is cosmic dust in the form of vaporised meteorites, but let's pretend it's the gweilos, because that's much easier for laypeople to understand.) Mexican Chilli has l

This is the proper, grammatical name for the annual tournament held among every Brethren church in Malaysia, not "Copa IBA" as they actually call it--they probably translated it directly from "Cawan IBA", or "IBA Cup", but it's supposed to turn out as "Cup Of IBA". (IBA is short for International Brethren Association or something like that, and it's basically a sub-Protestant denomination that holds very sedate services and loves singing hymns. You can Wikipedia it for more information.) Anyway, it was held last Saturday and I was there to help Jogger referee. Actually, I'd planned to be a spectator, which is much more relaxing, but Jogger found out at the last minute that he needed an assistant to keep score and stuff, so he nominated me because I hadn't joined any events. In any case, I ended up being an assistant referee, and it's more taxing than it may sound. The ref gets to walk around the place and blow his whistle at g