Earth Hour 2008
Minimise electricity usage from 8 to 9 p.m. on the 29th of March, 2008.
The idea is to make a statement about climate change, and how power usage affects that. True, one hour with your lights off probably won't make a HUGE difference in the grand scheme of things, but it's more about the political statement you'll be making: climate change matters.
And hey, every little bit counts.
So turn off some lights, get off the computer, don't watch TV, turn off as much as you can. LEAVE YOUR FRIDGE ON!!!
Daylight Savings
Yes, it is time to turn the clocks back again. If you turn up really early to church tomorrow, we'll know why. Turn it BACKWARDS.
I think.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Monday, March 24, 2008
stomach feels funny
Channel Ten was showing a "Famous, Faboulous and Filthy Rich" thing on TV last night. It was one of those Forbes rich list things featuring the top 20 richest TV personalities - or something like that.
Man, those people have so much money it's disgusting.
Think 8-9 figure annual income.
The show also told us what they spend it on. For most of them, it's property or cars. Not just random pieces of land and little metal boxes; mansions and villas and vehicles so rare they're not even allowed to drive them (this is true, i swear).
It pissed me off.
No, I'm not jealous.
Okay, maybe a little bit.
But when you think about it for a while, you realise...
Why do you need so many houses? Why do you need a house with 58 BEDROOMS (just as a side note, by my definition, 58 bedrooms is not a house. It's a hotel).
And SERIOUSLY, how many cars can you drive at any one time? (this car one is a hobby. A very expensive hobby.)
It pisses me off because what these people make in a day is more than what average people make in a year. Or two. Or three.
What they make in a year is enough to feed a small country.
The amount they spend on a new house, that extra car, is enough to give thousands of hungry children not just food, shelter and education, but a chance at a future that doesn't involve death or disease in the next five years.
Yes, I am being unfair, because a lot of these really rich people DO give money to charity. They do think about helping other people. But it just amazes me how some people can have so much when there are others who have so little.
I put myself in their shoes - the rich-ass people, i mean. I tried to, anyway. I can't actually imagine owning that much money. But yeah, I suppose when you've earned all that money, spending on houses and cars becomes a lot less difficult. Conversely, giving your money away is like tearing your scalp off. You just want to hold on to it, sleep with it, bathe in showers of it.
And yeah, by all means, it's your money. DO IT.
But think about those World Vision kids while you do. Okay?
Man, those people have so much money it's disgusting.
Think 8-9 figure annual income.
The show also told us what they spend it on. For most of them, it's property or cars. Not just random pieces of land and little metal boxes; mansions and villas and vehicles so rare they're not even allowed to drive them (this is true, i swear).
It pissed me off.
No, I'm not jealous.
Okay, maybe a little bit.
But when you think about it for a while, you realise...
Why do you need so many houses? Why do you need a house with 58 BEDROOMS (just as a side note, by my definition, 58 bedrooms is not a house. It's a hotel).
And SERIOUSLY, how many cars can you drive at any one time? (this car one is a hobby. A very expensive hobby.)
It pisses me off because what these people make in a day is more than what average people make in a year. Or two. Or three.
What they make in a year is enough to feed a small country.
The amount they spend on a new house, that extra car, is enough to give thousands of hungry children not just food, shelter and education, but a chance at a future that doesn't involve death or disease in the next five years.
Yes, I am being unfair, because a lot of these really rich people DO give money to charity. They do think about helping other people. But it just amazes me how some people can have so much when there are others who have so little.
I put myself in their shoes - the rich-ass people, i mean. I tried to, anyway. I can't actually imagine owning that much money. But yeah, I suppose when you've earned all that money, spending on houses and cars becomes a lot less difficult. Conversely, giving your money away is like tearing your scalp off. You just want to hold on to it, sleep with it, bathe in showers of it.
And yeah, by all means, it's your money. DO IT.
But think about those World Vision kids while you do. Okay?
Sunday, March 23, 2008
and again
Just a couple of weeks ago, two of my friends were discussing their diets.
It was scary.
What. The. Hell.
I cannot understand it. I can't. It just... blows my mind. It's not like they need to do that to themselves. Milk-girl weighs about 45kg and is about my height. Two-Spoonfuls is about 44kg and around 5'5".
What this means: BMI of 18 and 16 respectively (rounded up). Normal BMI for girls our age is 18.5-24.
What THAT means: They are both underweight.
Milk-girl is the friend who weighs herself three times a day.
I hang around with a bunch of generally very skinny people. I have a friend who's so skinny that her head looks too big for her body (yeah, like in cartoons). Out of all the girls I sit with at lunch, I think I'm the heaviest.
Nope, can't think of anyone who might be heavier.
And half of them think they need to lose weight.
I don't get it. I don't know how to tell them they're fine the way they are, and have them believe me.
It makes me sad.
It was scary.
"I'm on a milk diet. all I have is milk everyday."
"Really? You can eat, you know. I'll tell you what I do. Eat a little at breakfast, don't eat at lunch. You can eat a little if you want at dinner, but not until you're full. Just eat like, a couple of spoonfuls or something."
"Ugh... too complicated. I'll stick to just the milk."
"Really? You can eat, you know. I'll tell you what I do. Eat a little at breakfast, don't eat at lunch. You can eat a little if you want at dinner, but not until you're full. Just eat like, a couple of spoonfuls or something."
"Ugh... too complicated. I'll stick to just the milk."
What. The. Hell.
I cannot understand it. I can't. It just... blows my mind. It's not like they need to do that to themselves. Milk-girl weighs about 45kg and is about my height. Two-Spoonfuls is about 44kg and around 5'5".
What this means: BMI of 18 and 16 respectively (rounded up). Normal BMI for girls our age is 18.5-24.
What THAT means: They are both underweight.
Milk-girl is the friend who weighs herself three times a day.
I hang around with a bunch of generally very skinny people. I have a friend who's so skinny that her head looks too big for her body (yeah, like in cartoons). Out of all the girls I sit with at lunch, I think I'm the heaviest.
Nope, can't think of anyone who might be heavier.
And half of them think they need to lose weight.
I don't get it. I don't know how to tell them they're fine the way they are, and have them believe me.
It makes me sad.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
i got a foot cramp today. at work. in the middle of helping a lady decide between Mario vs. Donkey Kong or Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles for her nephew's Nintendo DS.
it hurt like hell. the foot cramp, i mean.
she ended up getting Ninja Turtles.
chocolate and lollies are ever in abundance behind the cash registers where i work, and saturday was a day of spoiling myself (and my teeth) on them.
me: (when offered MORE) i've already eaten so much.
w1: (the feeder) well then, have some more.
w2: he's trying to fatten you up.
w3: yeah, like the wicked witch in Hansel and Gretel.
it hurt like hell. the foot cramp, i mean.
she ended up getting Ninja Turtles.
chocolate and lollies are ever in abundance behind the cash registers where i work, and saturday was a day of spoiling myself (and my teeth) on them.
me: (when offered MORE) i've already eaten so much.
w1: (the feeder) well then, have some more.
w2: he's trying to fatten you up.
w3: yeah, like the wicked witch in Hansel and Gretel.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
cameraphone plus schoolgirl equals number two pose.
today was literally a day of dragging myself through class to get to mindless, aimless, pointless bowling with a bunch of people equally fed-up with school.
starting out the game with a strike put me in a lead that i failed to keep. perhaps i shouldn't have been holding that chip in my left hand while bowling the third round. it totally threw off my positive chi.
physics wants me suffering and dead.
on a lighter note, wendy's phone insisted we camwhored today. INSISTED.
in my defense, i took about four pictures. nigara and wendy on the other hand...
well, they camwhored at AMF, on the bus, back at school, on the oval - the list goes on.
so here are the schoolgirl idiots...
111111
111111
starting out the game with a strike put me in a lead that i failed to keep. perhaps i shouldn't have been holding that chip in my left hand while bowling the third round. it totally threw off my positive chi.
physics wants me suffering and dead.
on a lighter note, wendy's phone insisted we camwhored today. INSISTED.
in my defense, i took about four pictures. nigara and wendy on the other hand...
well, they camwhored at AMF, on the bus, back at school, on the oval - the list goes on.
so here are the schoolgirl idiots...
111111
111111
and i'll try to keep smiling.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
some MSN nicknames/personal messages currently on my list
this guy is a math whiz
no brain no pain.
so wen.
BoOtTylicIoUs
...right.
i hate fugly chicks who think they're pretty and acting cocky. it's worse than a Hitler transvestite. at least he's got style.
umm... okay.
hmm... girls relly are complicated.
no we're not.
the noble gases... keeping the peasant gases in line.
really smart guy.
fat lemak boy friend is emmanuel the stupid husband.
...what?
who thinks Hamlet is a small pig?
this guy is jono's counterpart.
this guy is jono's counterpart.
Good night, or good morning.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
bins and porridge
my mother said to me in the car on the way home today...
IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT.
huh? what did i do?
it's all your fault that i forgot to put out the bin today.
...how is it my fault?
i don't know. but it is. now, tonight, i'm going to cook fish porridge for you-
YAY!
-but it's still all your fault.
yes, that was a random change of subject there with the fish porridge.
IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT.
huh? what did i do?
it's all your fault that i forgot to put out the bin today.
...how is it my fault?
i don't know. but it is. now, tonight, i'm going to cook fish porridge for you-
YAY!
-but it's still all your fault.
yes, that was a random change of subject there with the fish porridge.
Sunday, March 09, 2008
people don't make sense at 1 am
have i lost the fight?
ironies in astrology and theology.
should i smile or should i save it?
might as well. save another the trouble.
exaggeration much?
yes.
did i lose, or just give up?
same difference.
i lose either way.
ironies in astrology and theology.
should i smile or should i save it?
might as well. save another the trouble.
exaggeration much?
yes.
did i lose, or just give up?
same difference.
i lose either way.
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
Happy Moey-is-one-year-older-Day to, well, Moey.
I have just finished my supper, which consisted of rice and some really fatty meat. Mum purposely gave me that fatty meat for reasons that, for now, are rather vague. Says Sam, ominously...
Stress levels today went up a little.
I realised that I had no idea when my tests were, so being the responsible and conscientious student that I am, I checked.
Nearly had myocardial infarction.
Yes, it's actually that bad.
But it's alright. I shall deal with it.
Somehow.
I have just finished my supper, which consisted of rice and some really fatty meat. Mum purposely gave me that fatty meat for reasons that, for now, are rather vague. Says Sam, ominously...
"she's fattening you up..."
*cue the deng-deng-DENGGG*
*cue the deng-deng-DENGGG*
Stress levels today went up a little.
I realised that I had no idea when my tests were, so being the responsible and conscientious student that I am, I checked.
Nearly had myocardial infarction.
Yes, it's actually that bad.
But it's alright. I shall deal with it.
Somehow.
so i won't hesitate no more, no more
it cannot wait, i'm sure
there's no need to complicate
our time is short
this is our fate, i'm yours.
I'm Yours, Jason Mrazit cannot wait, i'm sure
there's no need to complicate
our time is short
this is our fate, i'm yours.
Monday, March 03, 2008
This is my Labour Day.
The Saturday just gone was the first Saturday in a long, LONG while where I actually got to sleep in. It felt gooooooood.
Of course, the part where I had to drag myself out of bed to go to work hurt a little, but that's life.
That said, life feels great on days like today, when I get a holiday - a day off school AND work - to do whatever I want. A nothing day.
Even homework doesn't seem that bad. Yes, I have actually bummed the whole weekend and left my mountainloads of homework until...
today.
But it's alright. I've discovered new things already.
For instance, my Applic book smells really funny.
And that Eeyore (who sits on my laptop) is really quite a moody character.
Actually, let me show you my little Eeyore.
This is Eeyore in his normal state; that is, one of general dopey-ness.
I like this look.
...And this is angry Eeyore. He may be small, but he is a force to be reckoned with. Don't let your guard down, or he'll flying punch you and then roundhouse kick your ass into oblivion.
No joke.
Trust me, I know.
Ooookay... I think it's time I check myself into the funny farm.
Of course, the part where I had to drag myself out of bed to go to work hurt a little, but that's life.
That said, life feels great on days like today, when I get a holiday - a day off school AND work - to do whatever I want. A nothing day.
Even homework doesn't seem that bad. Yes, I have actually bummed the whole weekend and left my mountainloads of homework until...
today.
But it's alright. I've discovered new things already.
For instance, my Applic book smells really funny.
And that Eeyore (who sits on my laptop) is really quite a moody character.
Actually, let me show you my little Eeyore.
This is Eeyore in his normal state; that is, one of general dopey-ness.I like this look.
...And this is angry Eeyore. He may be small, but he is a force to be reckoned with. Don't let your guard down, or he'll flying punch you and then roundhouse kick your ass into oblivion.No joke.
Trust me, I know.
Ooookay... I think it's time I check myself into the funny farm.
Sunday, March 02, 2008
things i suddenly miss
spaghetti at Pete's. it wasn't that great, or that cheap, but i miss it anyway.
Adeline's mum's nasi lemak at Brighton. RM3 a plate, and somehow, so nice.
RM1.70 kway teow down the road from Brighton.
(i still owe that guy money ><)
Sugarbun.
random oily stuff on skewers at the canteen, with chilli sauce.
...and the 5c tissue.
100+.
never having two straight down again. ever.
penang kway teow from the gypsy kway teow guy. it's THE BEST. when you could find him, that is.
2020 cafe. everything.
Belle's after lunch, mainly for the air-cond, but also so that we could go play with the pens and just touch stuff that didn't belong to us.
claypot noodles at... that place behind parkson.
the laksa at the shop with the super expensive and super ugly fish.
and ohmygoodness... the bak kut teh place.
so good, dammit.
feels like it's all about food, but there's lots more to it than just that.
believe me.
Adeline's mum's nasi lemak at Brighton. RM3 a plate, and somehow, so nice.
RM1.70 kway teow down the road from Brighton.
(i still owe that guy money ><)
Sugarbun.
random oily stuff on skewers at the canteen, with chilli sauce.
...and the 5c tissue.
100+.
never having two straight down again. ever.
penang kway teow from the gypsy kway teow guy. it's THE BEST. when you could find him, that is.
2020 cafe. everything.
Belle's after lunch, mainly for the air-cond, but also so that we could go play with the pens and just touch stuff that didn't belong to us.
claypot noodles at... that place behind parkson.
the laksa at the shop with the super expensive and super ugly fish.
and ohmygoodness... the bak kut teh place.
so good, dammit.
feels like it's all about food, but there's lots more to it than just that.
believe me.
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