Picture Book

I’m too tired to write. So I’ll show some really random pictures.

 
My cat poking his paw into my room. Probably because he felt the cold air from my room.

After my regular badminton session.

Rain on a very sunny day.

Coming home to find the resident cat sitting on top of my housemate’s car.

View of KL from Ampang Look-out Point

Very funny comment by Michael Chong.

Unlimited supply of drinks, cookies and instant noodles.

A quiet night in my hotel room.

 
Needs no introduction.

Deserted

This blog is very much deserted.

And…..

Here Goes

I’m back!

Anyway, got to run. Bye!

Just kidding. Due to unavoidable circumstances, I can’t run even if I wanted to. I’m pretty much stuck in some remote location, with no means to go anywhere else, and not having my phone (or rather the contacts which were in it). But, I have the almighty Internet. What does a man do when he has nowhere to go and is left only with the Internet? – Blogging!…….. is the last thing I could think of. But considering I have exhausted all other means to keep myself occupied, and considering that I have been blogging as often as the Moon has been doing a full circle around the Earth, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to blog a bit.

I’m beginning to think that my blog’s URL is quite possibly the most personal information my blog has about… well… myself. Lots have happened in what has been about ten months of actual working life and experiences. Not all were good, but not all were bad. One thing’s for sure, they were all enlightening, to say the least. But I’ve written close to nothing about all the days that passed by. Time is always an issue, but if I really wanted to have written something – I could have. I just didn’t.

Unfortunately, I feel that I’m losing touch with some whom otherwise would have been in contact via blogging. The thing is, I’m don’t feel the need to chronicle my life’s events, and even if I did – it would be a one-way communication between myself and my unsurprisingly small numbers of readers. If I write with the aim to publish actual, practical information – I will not hesitate. But publishing my personal life’s events is perhaps… unnecessary.

For one, the Internet is a big place. I actually make an effort to ensure that my online presence is kept in check. I’m not paranoid, but having too much personal information freely available to anyone can be worrying. At the same time, I don’t want to keep myself off the radar entirely because, well, such information can actually be useful. Take Facebook for example, in terms of functionality – it’s top-notch. That’s a piece of brilliantly engineered application. But put it in the wrong hands (two pair of hands, in this case), it can be disastrous. Without elaborating further, I think you get my gist. It’s a razor-sharp double-edged sword.

I wasn’t intending to write anything about all that identity management… it just crossed my mind as I was trying to write up something out of nothing. Fortunately, I have not been involved in any cases of identity theft, yet. Thanks to a whole lot of very hardworking spiders on the net, you’ll be surprised how much Google knows about you. At least I was surprised how much it knew about me.

Enough of all those boring talk. Let’s move on to something more boring.

[I uploaded a picture but it's now gone and I'm too lazy to upload it again so just imagine there's a picture of a really desolate desert here]

Hello?

Month of Travel

I actually have quite a bit to say.

But I’m also too lazy to write it out.

And since I’m perpetually lazy, I’ll probably write a whole lot less.

But that doesn’t mean I have little to say.

Because I do, actually.

But that’ll have to wait, until I can get my fingers working.

Or you could always ask me, then I’ll have a reason to write.

As for now, I’ll soon be breaking the 2,000th kilometre mark.

On land. In a month.

Where did that come from

I’ve been doing reasonably fine recently, and to be honest I was beginning to enjoy how things were moving along. It even peaked at one point I daresay – something that I have not felt in a long, long time.

But out of nowhere, when I least expected it, I got a kick in the balls.

It makes me think that I’m in a big, bad joke and someone’s in the shadows waiting to pop up and shout GOTCHA. If I catch him, I swear I’ll kill him.

You don’t joke with these kind of things.