2003 is coming to an end. This year, it has been both good and bad year for me. But overall, I think it has been a good year. A good year because I am still able to muster my strength to party, and live my life like a normal person as of the moment I am typing this. If it’s not a good year, then it must be myself being very optimistic, which is still a good thing.

At times of good, I have been enjoying them veritably - like getting real drunk when I’m suppose to drink. And at times of bad, I knew I had tried my best to take the challenges like a real man like I’ve always been taught - like not to rant when my mom asks me to buy a piece of belacan (shrimp cake) 5 km away.

But I will always remember 2003. Serious. This is the year that made me face so many difficult decisions (go for pizza or nasi kandar ? kidding). A year that brought rife changes to my life. A year that made me a real adult. This year, I’ve unbelievably lost 3 loved ones. My paternal grandfather, maternal grandmother and my father… It’s sad but, I’ve managed to get myself over it.

Well, there are good things that happened in 2003 too. Bitch-ass motherfucker Rob finally left the company for good, and I don’t have to suffer under his moronic reign. Then I got promoted to a 2nd level engineer, which is kinda sweet. Hmm.. managed to clear 80% of my credit card debt. Accomplished last year’s resolution - to get a vacation off at least once every year. I went to Hong Kong this year. Not bad.

Next year (after tonight), gonna be a new set of goals (resolution sounds stupid). More of them .. and tougher. Here’s an unofficial list :

- clear off the rest of my credit card debts and gonna cancel them for good. Too many cards.
- get myself another car. (I’m eyeing a Honda Jazz now..)
- vacation to Australia / New Zealand
- get an SLR digital camera
- a new mobile phone if the old one gets uppity

If I managed to achieve 50% of them, I’ll be happy enough.

As you may have noticed, most of my goals involve spending. That means, if I managed to dig enough money, I will not have any problem accomplishing them. So if any of you guys feel rich or something like that … you may donate it to me. I will spend it well. I promise.

Happy new year to all of you out there. To those who condemns my blog at deathtobloggers, if you are reading this, go fuck yourself. May the fleas of a thousand camels masturbate in your armpit.

Some people hate me –> http://www.deathtobloggers.com

Well, I didn’t know if they hated me for being myself or they actually hated my blog. No one has ever confessed to me the fact that they disliked my existence and wanted me to disappear (or my blog). Maybe they are too shy to do that.

So, instead of telling me that they hated me, they went to this website - http://www.deathtobloggers.com - and voted my blog as the blog they hate.

I’m not sure what’s the purpose .. but I reckoned my notebook’s gonna explode or something if I ever make it to the top 10 most hated site.

*Shrugs* Since I am a person who loves to take challenges, I wanted to see how is it like to see a notebook explode. So, all my readers, pls vote for me at http://www.deathtobloggers.com.

The teambuilding event I jointly organized yesterday … was a successful one. Although I did not participate in the people groping events, I managed to have my own version of lesson learnt (through my meticulous observation and experience):

1) wearing sunglass under the sun - is a bad idea. It gives you an uneven sunburn on your face; especially the eyes area.

2) laughing too hard at people hitting a boner is a form of extreme exercise. Expect muscle ache the morning after.

3) suntan lotion does not prevent sunburn. Hiding under a shade does.

4) teambuilding events organized near beaches can be dangerous at times. Plenty of distractions during activities that requires concentration : eg. bikini clad spanish bimbo bouncing along the beach.

5) never volunteer yourself to be a cameraman. You’ll end up being mocked by psycho ladies who blamed you for taking their spastic photos/videos.

I will be spending the rest of my day hibernating.

To those haven’t watched Lord Of The Rings: Return Of the King, pls leave immediately. Plenty of spoilers ahead.

Finally get to see LOTR - ROTK last night. It was well worth the money. Never thought that it was Ah Seang that made the ring fell into the Mount Doom. What a great show.

But I do have a few comments though … I felt that the ending could have been better if they cut the hobbits storybook crap. U know, once the ring made it’s way into Mount Doom … I was expecting things to end quite fast after that. But … it was a long and sleepy ending. I was holding up pretty badly for a visit to the toilet … oooh…

And then… someone from my group asked - where the fuck are they (Frodo, Gandalf, etc) going on that ship in the end ? Well .. not wanting to disappoint my friends, I told them those heroes are going to Langkawi for some cheap booze and serious celebration. Eheheh … actually, I didn’t quite get the last part. Perhaps some Tolkien freak can enlighten me a bit.

PS: Loved the way Denethor (Faramir/Boromir’s dad) ate the tomatoes … *pop … squirt*

I met a disgusting guy.

Well, not actually met him but sort of like saw him. He was in a car behind me in a traffic jam today, and I’m checking him out through my rear view mirror.

He has this uncanny resemblance of Andrea Bocelli (u know, the blind dude who can really sing) - lushy beard and curly locks. As I was about to tell Emily “Hey, Andrea Bocelli behind us” … he did something very disturbing.

That guy shoved his finger inside one of his nostrils and started to dig it vigorously. So vigorous that it could have easily rip off his nose and made him look like Wacko. I can see that the driver jammed beside his car was also checking the booger excavation project out and had the same loathsome look on his face.

The disgusting act was like a cliche to him and he was doing it without worrying about anyone having a second opinion. It was like no democracy at all inside his car. And as if he’s not doing it good enough, he shoved his finger from the other hand into the other nostril. Yes, he was digging for his boogers with BOTH HIS HANDS. With force from both of his big diameter fingers up inside the booger caves, I saw his nose changes into a funny snoutlike shape like a fucking pig.

For what it seemed to be his boogers sticking on his fingers and beard, he started to rigidly roll up the sticky gooey mucus till it loose it’s moisture and solidify …. then flick the nasty little filth all around inside his car. Then, again, he shoved his fingers deeper to mine for more boogers. The way he frenzily digs his boogers makes my nose itch even as I’m blogging about the unsavory and gross act.

He surely had made my afternoon a memorable one.

Lesson learnt : Never take a ride from a person who resembled Andrea Bocelli.