Once in a while, I come across some unreasonable people who deserve a tight kick in the ass.

Remember SDMm?

As fate would have it, there was a minor skirmish at the Arts canteen today.

It was lunchtime, and as usual the canteen was packed with 70% students, 30% bags and other personal belongings. Fatty and I laboured to get a table, and I left my trademark orange bag on one of the stools. I had cravings for unagi, so I queued at the Japanese foodstall, not ten steps away from our table. Further away was Fatty at the yong tau foo stall.

Just as I was contemplating about my order, I saw three angmohs advancing towards our table. Imagine my horror as they disregarded my behemoth of a bag and plonked their food on MY table. I abandoned the queue and walked up to them, and brought to their attention, in a respectful manner, that the table was mine.

By then, one of the male angmohs had left, perhaps to buy a drink. So the remaining male said, "You may sit here", pointing towards the seat occupied by my bag.

I wasn't prepared to sit on Fatty's lap while having my lunch, so of course I protested, and was promptly countered by the angmoh's jab towards the plastic sign on the table that says "Please do not leave your belongings bla...".

I responded, somewhat feebly, "But that's what everyone does", because it is the norm in NUS. People usually respect and accept that a bag left on a chair means that the table is taken. None of the angmoh predators were carrying any bags, so naturally they couldn't obtain a table that way.

The angmoh just shrugged and proceeded to plonk his butt one of the stools. His female counterpart followed suit.

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An angry, tumultous tsunami swelled inside me. I knew I hadn't a strong case, the "rules" were simply not on my side. Nevertheless, I wasn't going to allow them to occupy my table, thus I moved the third angmoh's tray to the middle, and sat on the last empty stool, so when that third angmoh returned he had to sit elsewhere.

Sorry to spoil the fun, folks. But no one messes with me, especially when I think I am right.

It is possible for one to get tired of too much pink after all. Say bye bye to my salmon pink background, bye bye to the "bimbo" period, and hello to subtle hues of teal, brown and yellow.

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The past few weekends have been filled with little trips.

The national museum along with tortoise and mash. It was our first "official" outing, and to be honest, the Greek sculptures started to get boring after a while. I mean, there is a limit to the amount of nudity in granite one can tolerate. (I'm not discounting tortoise though, ;) ) Nevertheless, the spur of the moment trip, IMHO, has sparked something among us.

What I'd like to say is, The three of us are so good together.

I digress. The painstakingly elaborate Singapore history section was such a surprise! The set up was almost perfect, and interesting, a trait not common among museums. I kept thinking of how Malaysia's needs a total revamp; this is certainly one of many good practices we can learn from Singapore.

To the zoo for, if I'm not wrong, the 5th time. Fatty wasn't feeling well, so it was sort of a grey cloud in the otherwise cool and obedient weather.

Met up with Zhi Ying, Michele and Mirna, and went to Sentosa with them. The company was great. I thought I'd need some time to re-acclimatise, but I felt so at ease.

Mirna commented, in passing, that I'm not a very open person. I concur wholeheartedly. Perhaps it will be one of my pet projects soon.

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Sometimes hearing it from a third person can be more effective; realization finally made a home run. I will work with you.

If I had missed the last bus, I swear heads will roll.

I don't mind attending meetings; it's the inefficiency that makes my blood boil.

I wouldn't claim to be the most busy person in the world, and my time certainly isn't worth as much as say, Superman. But I like having the prerogative of dictating what to do with my time, and not be constrained by some silly inefficient fool.

Having said that, I'm feeling better now. I do suppose in real life, one can't expect everything to go as one pleases.

When I become CEO or regional director or some top brass, you'd better make sure you're competent and productive to get in my good books.

MALAYSIA DECIDES

Fatty said: Malaysian politics, for once, is more exciting than that of the US.

Indeed, Malaysian around the globe should be riveted to their seats, eyes glued to the screen as the shocking opposition wins continue to make our hearts pump at unprecedented rates.

Is this an indication of Malaysians finally reaching a higher level of maturity, and having had enough of bad governance?

I credit part of this political upset to technology, especially blogs. I came across Lim Kit Siang's blog, and felt heartened to read the the comments of his readers and supporters. Even the usually apathetic me frequented his blog, and I dare say that I have become more adept at understanding the Malaysian political scene.

I welcome the turning of tables. I see the possibilities of ideals like equality, tranparency and opportunity, becoming reality.

I feel hopeful.

The night before our encounter with the CN terror, the three of us gathered to do our final preparations. Basically it was PY doing the solving; ZX and I merely slacked around, flipped through our notes and eat cookies.

I was looking at the fomulas for the best fit line, and asked them whether the most likely to be useless equations had to be committed to memory. Parameter 'a' had the formula

SSxy
SSxx

The perverted me immediately recognised it as 'sexy'/'sex'. We had quite a laugh about it, then I realised that it 'SSxy' was more dominant as it was on top. It was ZX , however, who added the final touch to the joke.

He said, "It's only natural that those with XY chromosomes end up being on top."

Hence, a=SSxy/SSxx is now known as the man-on-top formula.

Smart eh? ;)

Enough of tinkering around with the layout.

There. =)

Back to watching my movie entitled "The cost of production", starring a certain Mr Poddar.

New layout. Bear with me. =)