Showing posts with label personal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label personal. Show all posts

Monday, October 24, 2011

Nightmare

I had this horrible nightmare last night. In the dream, I had a stick through my head. I don't know how it happened. What's scary is when I pulled it out, I didn't die. The first thought that occurred to me was wondering if my brain would explode if I played badminton then.




Arrow through head image stolen from http://www.creativeparties.co.uk

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Joke of the day

me: Feels like I'm working at the mortuary

co-worker: hehehehee
What makes u say that


me: The freezing temperature in here and people who are dead to me


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Have a wonderful day at work :-P

Saturday, May 14, 2011

Words

I've not learned to use them well.
I've not learned to speak well.
I've not learned to watch what I say.
I've not learned to be considerative of others when I express my thoughts.
These failings, I shall address.

I'm told one of my old blog posts invoked feelings of hatred and anguish.
Whilst I meant for the words to be taken in a satirical context, the party concerned did not see it that way.
It is my failure to have touched a painful subject without regard.

That being said, I'm not an enlightened being.
I don't consider every angle or view point.
In fact, I'm quite egotistical. I consider one viewpoint alone. That of mine.
My blog, my life is my stage and I'm the lead character.
There will be bias and the bias will be in my favour. Always.

Wednesday, September 09, 2009

Anger Management. I need help.

I'm unhappy. I haven't played a single game of badminton for over 2 weeks.
Our favorite place is being renovated and no one wants to play at the other venue.
I've been feeling grouchy the whole week.

When I'm grouchy...
Oscar the grouchI don't complete my sentences in IM.
I use more colorful language. (pissed instead of angry, fucked up instead of messed up etc ...)
I start replying to every stupid email in my inbox.
Flame wars get started and Trolls get fed.
People having their 'Water cooler' conversations when they're not near a water cooler makes me mad.

My friend says
ur getting cranky in yer old age
u got cabin fever!
Maybe he's right. Or maybe what I really need is a good badminton session.



Oscar was stolen from here

Saturday, August 01, 2009

Ambition

Pain... dull numbing pain.

My body aches. Shoulders, arm and left ankle. All the muscles below my waist are stiff. I feel tired but refreshed at the same time. I think it is the endorphins kicking in.
This pain is nothing new. I feel this way after every serious tournament. It is a good pain if I won and it adds to my misery if I lost. What do I feel today? Can't say it is bad or that it is overly good. Just a 2 hour training session. Yeah training... if you know me, you know how much I hate training.

I'm trying to change that. I've been to two training sessions and today was even better than the one last week. Two. That's not much. Anyone can do that much. To keep going week after week, now that's hard. It takes commitment and dedication. I guess time will tell how I hold up.

So why the sudden change of heart about training? Failure.
I've won and I've lost. I've never been one to hold my ranking however high or low it may be. When I say ranking, don't misunderstand me. I'm not a world class player. I mean it as a rough idea of who you can beat and who can beat you if you were to play in a competition against say club members.
Back to my ranking then. Well, I rank myself, as a player who can beat everyone currently playing badminton with me and also as a player who can get beaten by everyone of those players.
You have to work hard to win against a strong opponent. You don't have to work hard to lose to a weaker opponent and guess what? I don't like working hard.

I've been losing more than I won. My current competition record is a joke. Attribute it to my lack of will, skill, fitness or desire to win. No one wants to lose but some people desire the win more than others. I've never had the burning desire to excel in anything. Never coveted for the top position. Never put myself forward as a leader. Ambition is not something I have in vast quantities.

I lack ambition because I have it too easy. I'm gifted. Not gifted as in super genius, IQ in the hundreds gifted. I'm gifted as in I'm born with a natural ability. An ability to do “well enough”. Everything I do, I do well enough without trying. Other have to work consistently to be where they are at. I'm above average without even trying. So where do I find a desire to work harder? Like I said, through failure. I've failed at things. Lost many tournaments. Failure is nothing new to me. It takes a special catastrophic failure that will make me feel real small to knock me off my high horse.

Losing to a girl many years my junior at singles, in two straight sets with me not even coming close to winning a single set, in a badminton tournament with quite a number of people looking on. Yeah, that fits the description of catastrophic failure for me. Losing is not a bad thing at all, if it lights a fire in my heart. Make me want. Really want the win. So I lost and I waited to play her again. I did last week and won in two sets. How long is this motivation to win going to last? Who knows? Habits are hard to break and I'm a habitually lazy person. In the mean time, I have to do my best to stay in the best shape so that my last win wasn't a one off thing. Ergo the training.


Playing squash with friends in the morning and I still haven't finished watching the movie I was watching so that's it for today. Good night.

Monday, March 09, 2009

Shoes shopping in practise

I've been busy this long weekend. Playing badminton and squash, getting my bike well acquainted with some pot-holes, and doing laundry after all the activity. One can only hang out so many sets of shirts and socks before suffering sun stroke. The rest of the day is then spent shirtless lying around in front of the fan, drinking a lot of water to stave off dehydration. Resting, in preparation for the next day.

Yeah, we've been having what some crazy folk would call "Beautiful weather". I'd like to trade them these sunny days for a nice cold and chilly day. I'd even toss in some sweaty clothes and an extra dark sun tan.

Anyhow, what I really want to talk about is my new shoes.

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I bought these last week but I've been holding off writing about them because I wanted to try them out a few times first. We found these Ascis shoes at Deoji's in Mark Street, Suva.

My mum took me shopping because she knows me well. I like buying stuff but I don't like going all over the place to find a single item. That Saturday, we went from one end of Suva to the other end, visiting all the shoe shops in between.

We went to Tappoo and to Prouds but all they had were some running shoes and dress shoes. We went to the sports shops but they only had soccer boots and really old tennis shoes that's been on sale forever. We visited the Adidas outlet in Mid-city mall but the only shoe that looks suitable had really hard soles and I didn't think it would suit me well. I didn't think I'd find a suitable pair but my mum being the experienced shopper, kept on looking.

After walking most of the streets in town, and doing a bit of shopping on the way, we reached the other end of town. Deoji's is a pretty big shoes dealer in Fiji but they were at the other end of where we started looking. We were coming down Mark Street after visiting Yon Tong the Chinese shop for some groceries. I had given up on finding the right shoes so I was just concentrating on carrying the shopping when mum saw the shoes in the window and asked me if I wanted to try one more shop.

So we went in. They had a small rack at the back holding sports shoes. All but one of the shoes on display were running shoes. The sales man was helpful in getting me a couple of different sizes of the remaining shoe to try on. I normally wear a size 8½ but this shoe is narrow in the front so I tried a size 9. That was still too tight so I finally settled on a size 9½. I didn't check myself in the full length mirror but I may have looked like Ronald McDonald.

The shoe was on sale for $99.00 that's a huge drop from the marked price of $156.00. The huge drop in price can be fully understood when one looks at the display piece. The white canvas looks dark grey from a distance. It's been sitting on the shelves collecting dust for that long. Yep. Welcome to Fiji :-)

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It passes the bend test. That's where you try to touch the toes to the heel to check for flexibility. There's a good arch in the middle that fits my foot's natural arch. So important in a badminton shoe as it helps you stay on your toes and prevents flat-footedness. The soles are nice and soft. That translates to good traction. The heel is a little higher than my old shoe. Making it heavier but also making it easier for me to jump backwards which I do a lot in badminton. The insoles are padded with GEL™. Ok, so I don't know what it is but it's nice and spongy. I had another Ascis pair about 4 shoes back that had the same thing and it was wonderful. That sums up the good.

I've worn them in two intensive badminton sessions and they're still too tight. I pulled the laces to the maximum extension and still feel crushed (I wasn't born with shoes on my feet so yeah I've a pretty wide foot). That shoe gave me a blister on the side of my little toe. I hope it stretches out before I get more blisters.


Post Scriptum: The Ascis socks in the photo costs $10.80 a pair. I bought them to match the shoes. They feel so good.

Tuesday, March 03, 2009

Changing Phones: A downgrade

I got my first mobile phone when I started university. My course had some evening classes so I needed it to call for transport after class.

Photo of my old Nokia 3310

It was a Nokia 3310 model. That phone was quite popular at that time.

I really love that phone. It could live through falls and other maltreatment. Many times, I dropped it from a height and it survived. The covers would come off when dropped from really high places but then snap them back on and it's good as new.

Photo of Nokia 3310 with the jackets off.

I had it with me for about 6 years and that's like 60 in gadget years.

In that time, I had very little to complain about.

The battery life became shorter lasting about 3 calls per charge in the later years. I don't really care because my mobile's main function is to tell the time not making calls.

Photo of Nokia 3310 battery

About 6 months ago, the keypad started giving me some trouble. I had to press harder for it to respond really slowing down my input.
Last week added yet another wrinkle to its face. The phone's screen went off. I guess it was aging gracefully because even with all its problems and the dead screen, I could still make and receive calls.

I would have kept using it just to see when it would finally give up but my sister walked into the Digicel shop the next day. She checked on the phone prices and the different models for me. She knew I wasn't interested in a fancy phone so she found me a simple one that I would like.

Photo of SGH-B130S

This is my new phone. It's a Samsung SGH-B130S. I've used it for a couple of days now and I think I like it.

Photo of Nokia 3310 SGH-B130S side by side

Looking at them both, I like the look of the Nokia phone better.

The Nokia keypad gave good solid feedback and was easy to type on. The Samsung's keypad is all crammed together making it hard to type one handed.

The new phone is shorter, thinner, narrower and a great deal lighter.

Nokia 3310 SGH-B130S from the side.JPG

My new phone has a smaller, lighter battery.

SGH-130S battery cover off.JPG

It lasted 5 calls and 2 days on the out of the box charge. No dropped calls. I'm not sure if that's an improvement. I sort of like having my calls dropped. If you read my 25 things post, you'll know why.

My Nokia phone which was a lot more expensive than the new phone had more features.

  • It had voice dialling. It was cool to try out that feature but I didn't get in the habit of using it.
  • The new phone doesn't have any games. I'm not going to miss those.
  • The old phone had a lot of ring tones on it. The new phone pre-loads just one.
  • The Nokia phone would make lots of noise if it's battery is low. The new phone just dies quietly. The screen stays off as a battery saving feature and there are no blinking lights so I have to make conscious effort to keep it charged.

All in all, my new phone does what it is supposed to. That is display the time.... Oh and making calls too.


Post Scriptum: One thing I'm really going to miss with my old phone is having so many chargers around. We have three at home and there are a couple more at the office. New phone is not as popular. Oh well....

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Brief recount of 22nd Feb 2009

Sunday

Morning
Played badminton in the morning with my mom's group again. Not very challenging.

The rest of the day
Watched DVDs.
Took a nap.
Looked up a blog post written in Burmese about me. Hmm.... Not so bad. Not many people swearing at me. Although I think 34th commenter "Anonymous" wants to shoot me.

Evening
Dinner party at home. An all Burmese affair attended by a physics professor, a doctor and a mobile networks specialist. Nothing fancy. Food is catered via mum's kitchen. Water-cress, chicken, sea prawns, fish and fish cakes.... served fried. Chicken curry. A light soup made from aubergine and mustard leaves. Thai-style papaya salad made with grated green papaya and carrot, tomatoes and chopped green chillies prepared with pounded dried prawn and a twist of lemon.

I loved the papaya salad and so, the long winded explanation of its ingredients.

Party conversations are interesting. I love listening to them tell their stories. Sometimes, two interesting conversations will be going on at the same time and I can't decide which to follow.


Went to sleep early. Monday is badminton day but it may be cancelled. One of the guys got a misaligned disk in the back bone :(

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

25 things about me

I am not big on tagging games. Yet here I am writing this post. I guess it is like the Mecca of blogging. Every blogger gets tagged at least once in his life time and sooner or later, ends up writing a post like this. Linus wrote the best one I ever saw in his version.

I blame this post on dawn_1o9 who tagged me in her post. Dawn writes a very frank account of her life on her blog. When I read her writing, I'm amazed at how she can share very personal feelings. I lack that courage to speak out and I guess that is why I am drawn to her writings.

Moving on to talk about me...

  • I can't sing a note or hold a rhythm. My mum tells me that my voice can't be categorised in any of the seven tones. (Ah well, it sounded funny when she said it in Burmese.)
  • I don't have a favourite genre of music.
  • I don't drink.
  • I don't smoke. I don't like having my air polluted. I can't even stand the smell of strong perfume.
  • I hate the telephone.
  • I hate the smell of fish and will spit it right out if I can taste the smell in my food.
  • I often focus on getting things perfect that I can't complete the task quickly. That's why I can't finish all those RPG games I've tried.
  • I don't understand Art. I can't draw a straight line and draw like a preschooler.
  • My handwriting never stay the same. I haven't written a page full in years.
  • I sit in front of my computer almost all my waking hours and sleep with my computer on my night stand.
  • I hate conflicts. I believe in the "Live and let live" philosophy.
  • I've never been in a fist fight.
  • I don't pay attention to the passage of time. Today, yesterday, last week, last year, they are all the same to me.
  • I don't wear a watch unless it is absolutely necessary.
  • I don't know or care about cars.
  • My favourite mode of transport is the bicycle. The most energy efficient transport known to man.
  • I like chillies.
  • I avoid parties like the plague.
  • I like reading.
  • I prefer winter over summer.
  • I hate getting hair cuts. I always ask to have my hair cropped really short so I don't have to go as often.
  • I don't want to shave my face and luckily I don't need to shave.
  • I don't talk a lot and there is only a small number of people who can get me talking.
  • I am not ambitious.
  • I haven't grown up. I still watch and read cartoons.

Phew! That was a long list. I chose to keep the above unnumbered because the order is insignificant.

As my last act of defiance against this game, I'm tagging no one. So there!


Post Scriptum: Tradition dictates I mention playing badminton today. Today was badminton day and we had great games. Oh and playing squash tomorrow.

Saturday, February 14, 2009

I hate sunny days

Woke up to sunlight streaming in through my window. It was around six thirty in the morning and the sun was already quite intense. I didn't feel like getting up so I just sat in bed and watched some Japanese anime.

I've been overdoing it lately with badminton and squash in the evenings and blogging about my day before going to bed. I'm not a natural born writer. It takes me a little longer to put the words down. That means I go to bed later and I haven't gotten used to the new routine yet.

I would have stayed in bed watching anime all day but I had squash this morning so I got up after watching one episode. Breakfast was a big mug of Milo and cookies. I don't do breakfast everyday but I need to keep my energy levels up for squash. After breakfast, I got my things together and headed out on my bicycle.

The ride to the Defence club is not long but it is not all flat terrain. When I got to the club, I was already warmed up. More than warmed up actually. In the heat of the sun, I had already soaked through my shirt.

David and Tony had an early start. They've already had a few games when I got there. Roko, Andrew and Terri, Trevor and the tall bloke came later (yeah, I need to ask his name again). I played some games with Tony, Roko, Trevor and Terri. I'm mentioning all those names here so I don't forget like I did last time.

It was very hot on the courts too. Even though we were out of the sun and with the ceiling fans going all the time, everyone was struggling with the heat. People were dropping rackets and my hands got so sweaty, I almost lost the grip on mine a few times. Today's games were fun. I really wanted to play the guys I lost to last week but they didn't come today.

When we finished, some people sat at the tables for beer and conversation. I don't do either so I watched some good players who came after us. I didn't want to go home straight away. I needed to cool down some before riding my bicycle home in the sun.

The ride home was quick. Most of the way was downhill. Near my home, there's a hilly section. That was a hard climb as it was around noon. That short climb felt as if I was climbing for ten minutes; all the time working against the sun and gravity.

When I got home, I had to cool down again before having a shower. Then I had lunch and slept for the rest of the day. The sun may give reptiles energy to move around, it just does the opposite with me.

I don't know why people like sunny weather or sun bathing. Too much sun makes my eyes hurt and UV rays can cause cancer. I personally prefer cloudy overcast days.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

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About Zatlite

A badminton player who writes code to fund his baddy obsession and a notoriously terrible squash player who has broken more than his fair share of rackets.


I don't know why I'm writing this. I blame Mayvelous for putting this page in.

Yeah, I was lazy so I asked her to set up a new template for me.

This time, I'm borrowing from my twitter profile. Why reinvent the wheel? :D