Anecdotes of my passing...

Only you, Jazzy. No one loves Bass Hunter like you. When will we dance again? Haha..

I like mandarin oranges. A lot. Well, the taste is alright but what I like more is when I peel them. Have I got your attention? Good… 

I love oranges and I have one each morning. Mandarin oranges are however my favourite fruit for distressing. Not so much that it contains any special properties that lower whatever stress hormone or any of that sort but rather the way the fruit is made.

You see, I love peeling them. I like peeling off the outer skin quickly. Then begins the almost ritualistic journey of slowly stripping the now peeled orange of the fibrous veins that envelope the fruit. Yea, the pale yellow lines of fiber that criss-cross the fruit. I like to slowly remove them…vein by vein…fiber by fiber.. I find this to be very relaxing. I will take my time as I move from each piece of the fruit..

Once I’m done, then I’ll slowly savour the fruit, also piece by piece. The highlight is definitely the peeling part. It is so relaxing for me. Perhaps it is also a good thing that during Chinese New Year, the flurry of activities and family social calendar gets so packed that one finds it almost stifling. Then I can slowly peel the mandarin oranges to soothe myself. It’s too bad that the fruit is seasonal. I also have replacement in the local mandarins and I find that the local fibers are a lot more stringy and there seems to be more of them than the usual Chinese New Year mandarins.

There, another anecdote to share. Happy Chinese New Year!  Or should I say, Happy Chinese “Niu” Year! :D

Life is full of decisions. Ever since you can rationalise, you begin to question. At the same time, you begin to think. And the decisions start coming…relentless in its pursuit for certainty.

Don’t we sometimes question the choices that we make? Have you not ever regretted making a choice that in hindsight you wished you would not have made? How do we even arrive at the decision? Perhaps that is the question we should be asking.

It is undeniable that our decisions define us. But for all those times that we are uncertain… where do we turn to, to help us make the decision?

Fret not…for now a college in Malaysia offers Bachelor of Decision Science (Hons). OMG! I know what you’re thinking…I was thinking the same thing too. And the first thing I did was to laugh. I am not belittling the course/college nor the students who actually enrolled/planning to. At first blush, it just struck me as so ridiculous to even have such a degree. But who am I to say… I am not an expert…Heck, I am not a “professional” decision maker so how can I decide if this course is utter nonsense.

Nevertheless, having read through the entire syllabus it just sounds like another one of those generic Business Admin/derivatives but with a slight twist. It sounds so general and in fact it is. Too general. You’ll be doing a lot of mathematics/statistics to help to arrive at your decision (thus using these mathematical statistics as proof that the decision was arrived at scientifically) Not that having a Business degree is bad… It’s fantastic actually… they make a lot of money. :D But if someone asks you and you say you’re a Decision Science graduate, chances are you’ll just get mocked.

I guess it is up to the students who are enrolled/planning to, to change the minds of the skeptics that this is not another run-of-the-mill degree.

For those who are interested, it is being offered at Kuala Lumpur Infrastructure University College (KLIUC). See, I’ve even advertised for them.

Ok. You can stop laughing now. :)

I miss my alcohol. I miss mixing my own cocktails. I miss my awesome stash. I need my nightcaps.

I’ve been sober for a long time now (not that I’m a hopeless drunk, no matter how scary I look). My liver is probably rejoicing in all its glory but at the rate I’m still chomping my junk food and other forms of comfort food, my liver will be overworked again soon, if not already. I’m eating whatever I can find in my room which is surprisingly abundantly stashed with food, healthy and otherwise. It does not help that I make occasional trips to get more groceries.

Which reminds me, I have to start exercising or else I’ll just end up sick. The feeling of being fit is awesome. Your body is so in-tuned with its surroundings and you feel so “predator-ish” (sorry..lack of a better word). I think I’m still somewhat fit, but I need to start training again. I don’t care for being buff or muscle or all that jazz, I just want to be fit. J I’m like what…140kg now? (hahahahaha….)

Hey, I’m digressing aren’t I? Yea, back to my alcohol. I miss the wines…champagnes…mixers… heck, I even miss the not-so-tasty Brains ale which goes to show the depth of my craving. Becherovka with its fantastic spicy aftertaste… Bailey’s with chocolate… I can go on and on and on… oh well. It’s too expensive to drink to one’s satisfaction in bars/pubs here. I like to think I’m pretty good with mixing as well though some of my finest combinations are acquired tastes..haha.

Perhaps I will resume hoarding liquors and its other intoxicating brethren after my exams. Which is still some time to go. But then time passes so fast… At least my body can recuperate while waiting.

The road is long.... but we'll make it together.

I'm back to vice city. I am going to miss home.