Meh!

I have been destroying my slacker reputation lately, not only do I not disappear from the office around 17:15 hours, I have been working later and later into the day.

This is just so wrong.

Work not going too smoothly, been working on a model for way too long now and still not getting anywhere near the target.

Me no likey. =\

Think perhaps it's time to forget logical problem solving and engineering technique, it's time to start praying to the Modelling Goddess.

Meh.

Lycanthropy

I can always tell when it's at or near full moon, since I have difficulty in sleeping the few days before, on, and after, the actual day of a full moon.

I don't remember in what year this started, but I remember that night so many years ago, when I suddenly woke up in the middle of the night to full alertness for no apparent reason.

And the first thing I saw was that bright full moon out of the window, somehow it seemed larger than usual, and very low in the sky close to the horizon.

Enthralled and at the same time feeling a bit scared, I covered my head with my pillow (I was really young then, okay?) and peeked at the full moon until I fell asleep again.

Whether or not my full moon sleeplessness started since that day I honestly could no longer remember, but I remember that night and that huge bright full moon.

It's really until many years after, when I have been exposed to this lycanthropy notion and when I have started to take myself less seriously that I started joking about me having werewolf blood.

I heard that the sleeplessness may have something to do with the gravitational force of the moon, but hey, saying I have werewolf blood sounds so much cooler!

=P

I probably should add now that instead of gaining a lot of body hair and transforming into a wolf, I lose hair and become bald! Scary in a totally different way, hehehe. =P

And no, saying I am "colour wolf" is not funny, so don't or I will bite your head off next full moon.

The Forbidden Kingdom

功夫之王, literally "the King (or Master) of Kung Fu" is called "The Forbidden Kingdom" instead as its official English title.

Why?

I don't know lar! Probably the same person who wrote the story line for the movie came up with the translation for the title?

After watching Iron Man a week prior to watching The Forbidden Kingdom, here's my not-so-neutral review of the movie.

Oh come on! All reviews are opinionated one, okay?

After you have seen this review, you no longer need to check the other reviews liao since this is the bestest.

=P

*Spoilers alert*

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The story line sucks monkey balls is weird. A twisted mix of the Monkey King, the Chinese Gods and Goddesses, and time-space travelling of an American boy.

Mega stars Jet Li and Jackie Chan are probably the main reason people like me were conned into watching went to watch the movie.

And they did not let me down. The fighting scenes between the two kung fu masters were great.

Many scenes in the movie were taken at fantastic locations in China, they were beautiful.

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In short, Chinese-kung-fu-wannabe-American-boy with weird dreams came into possession of a magical staff. The staff belongs to the Monkey King, who was trapped in stone form by the bad guy in another time-space and required the staff to set himself (the Monkey King) free.

Boy's job was to return the staff to the Monkey King. Boy helped along the way by an immortal (well, eventually) and a vase misguided girl full of teenage angst.

Bad guy sent lesser bad guys and a bad lady with fantastic hair/wig to stop the boy.

After overcaming obstacles, good guys finally reached the Monkey King and handed over the staff, Monkey King kicked bad guy's arse and everyone live happily ever after.

In between start and the end got a lot of kicks and punches lor.

A lot of jumping ah, running ah, falling ah, walking on people's head ah, etc.

A lot of fighting lor, then mar sure got a lot of "oofff", "ouch", "arghhh", "owww", "ah, I die liao", etc.

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Funny how the bad lady with long white hair who should really do shampoo commercial with her super duper archery skill that sure hit one only chose to shoot a single arrow, and only after the good guys were running away.

Why not just fire a few more arrows to take care of business? It's not like she cared about taking them alive, she just wanted the staff only mar.

You know lady, just shoot them before you even approach them would have saved you a lot of trouble.

Oh well.

So, if I were to give Iron Man a 9.5 out of 10, then I would give The Forbidden Kingdom a 6 out of 10.

Mr One-third No More

As of 12:40 hours, Saturday, 8th of May, Mr one-third was reunited with his missing two-third.

Just thought you might want to know. =P

The composition of a husband + father of one

Me is complete again!

Me happy. =)

Lead by Example

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It's no secret that I don't care much about politics, but I just have to plug this worthy read after a colleague brought it to my attention.

My respect to Mr Lim.

On a somewhat related note, I tried to fulfilled my voting duty this year since I am finally back to the country after almost a decade overseas, only to give up in digust after trying in vain to get myself registered for voting numerous times at the post office.

The system was always down. Every freaking time I went, no matter the time nor day.

I have a feeling my vote ended up somewhere anyway, probably as one of those magically appeared votes after a "miscount".

Vocabulary Lesson with CK

I have used "damnit" to mean damn it for ages, and I just realised it's a misspelling. It should be "dammit".

I was hoping Wiktionary got it wrong so I checked my good old Oxford dictionary too.

It's really "dammit".

Dammit!

Why?

I have a lovely and loving wife.

Yes I know what you are thinking: why would such a lovely lady pick a spud like me?

Who has given birth to our adorable baby boy.

Beware of those teeth!

I have very supportive parents, who have given me more than I have asked for.

I have no idea how I am ever going to repay them, I suppose I will just have to be like them and treat my children likewise.

Yes young man, you are the lucky one

I have a job that provides steady income, not fantastic since given the choice I would rather not work (yes I am a slacker, heh) but that's just wistful thinking. Wouldn't mind the pay being higher mind you, but generally I am content with the job.

For the time being anyway.

So why am I often depressed?