Road Trip 08

It's been awhile since I wanted to write about my road trip. I had it with my friends back in 08. We went all the way east to Borobudur Temple, Yogyakarta, Mount Bromo, Bali, and Nusa Penida.
It is the best trip I've ever had. Especially considering that I had never went anywhere before.
There's so much that I wanted to tell actually, and yet I can't think of anything to write. Because it all happened a year ago? Or maybe because I don't know where to start.
Well, just the pictures then.

Can't wait to do the whole thing again.

Photos by: Rick, Ron, Chu, Tie, Ra, and myself

Hospital Night Facts

My father's in the hospital right now. That's why I've been staying there for five days.
Here are some revelations I've got from my stay.

• The amount of bread and fruit a patient receives from visitors can feed a whole village.
• There's only so much fruit a person can handle before vomiting excruciatingly.
• That is also the case with bread.
• The hospital toilet can suck literally anything.
• Never press any button with a picture of a cross on it.
• Never press any button with a picture of a hat on it.
• Never press any button with a sign 'push' on it.
• Never press any button.
• A hospital jello may look like a jello, smell like a jello, feel like a jello, but it doesn't taste like a jello.
• Endless visitors may worsen a patient's condition by depriving his/her basic needs, such as television.
• Chairs don't make a good bed. However, floors do.
• In no time should you wear anything less than decent in the room, for you're not in a hotel and therefore the room is never locked.

And last but not least;

• White clothes mean medical officers only if they've got feet.

Homosexual Hand

A few days ago I met some friends of mine. One of them has a talent for the supernatural. She gave everyone a palm reading and checked everyone's fortune.
The interesting part is when she mentioned about another friend of mine who had a gay line.
What the hell? A gay line? Can palmistry determine your sexuality?
Well, some say it can.

Just check your hand.
Signs that say you're gay are

• the mount of Moon is developed
• and the heart line ends in the lower mount of Mars

I'm not sure what 'developed' means. I assume it's got something to do with the strength and clarity of the lines on the related area OR that the area is simply inflated or bulged.

However, if you have these signs and don't feel any hots whatsoever for members of your own sex, just relax. It can also mean that you're just plainly sensitive.

Layout

For the past days I've tried to build my own website using weebly.
It's supposed to be the easiest web builder available.
I must have been a complete idiot because I couldn't build a decent one.
Or maybe I just haven't had enough time.

So, in the end, I just took the easy way.
I searched for free templates, found this one, and have been using it since. Turns out quite nice I think (I just love cityscape at night).
Well, weebly will just have to wait.

Anyway, back to work!

Busy

I've got A LOT in my hands right now, so writing would be a privilege for the time being (no more 30 posts in 6 days I guess)...
And any time spared for my blog will be focused on working its layout.
Hope everything's back to normal soon.
Stay tuned.

Word of the Day: Snide

(adj)
1a: false, counterfeit b: practicing deception: dishonest (a snide merchant)
2: unworthy of esteem: low (a snide trick)
3: slyly disparaging: insinuating (snide remarks)

source: the Merriam-Webster Online Dictionary

"I resent his snide, derogatory remarks relating to contestant's looks, personality and appearance."

Foolproof

"A common mistake people make when trying to design something completely foolproof is to underestimate the ingenuity of complete fools."

- Douglas Adams

In my first year of college, I lived with a friend of mine. We rented a house together.
He was quite smart, and he always wanted everything to be done quickly.

One day, I saw him writing a text message.
I could see that it wasn’t a regular message since it took him a long time to finish it.
So I said to him, “What are you writing?”
“A text message for Ben,” he replied. Ben is another friend of mine.
“Why do you look like you’re thinking hard?”
“Coz Ben never gives a quick answer,” he answered. “Every time I asked something to him, he always managed to ask me back before giving me the answer. Just like when I asked Lil’s phone number, remember? We texted back and forth just to be clear which Lil we’re talking about. For crying out loud, there’s only one on campus. I wasted my money just for texts.
Now, I need Jules’s number. But I’ll make sure he give me a quick answer. I’ve already written all there is to know about her. Her class, what she looks like, who she hangs out with, where she’s from, anything! There’s no way he can get out of this.”

So he sent it.
In no time, Ben’s reply came. We saw it together as he opened it.
I laughed so hard, seeing what he had written.

“WHAT FOR?”