It's Fucking Freezing!
Reality check - it's the 21st of November. So why the fuck is it so cold in this god-forsaken country?! Let's just say that I had two T-shirts on, a Fleece pullover and a leather jacket and I was still shivering - and that's with the extra pounds I've put on, blubber and all! This is going to be a cold winter alright. It didn't get this cold till end-January last winter. Mental. It's already snowing in parts of UK...
Never mind. Quick recap of highpoints of today. I slept. And then I cooked. Then I slept again. And cooked. Haha. See a pattern?
I did go watch Taxi with Jimmy Fallon and Queen Latifah in the evening though (that's when I froze while walking, rain and all). It was really funny - not the best movie of all time or anything, but it had some excellent car scenes (sigh... miss driving like that in KL...) and the girls (can you say Gisele groping another fit bird?) were HOT! Come to think of it, I don't think you'll see it in GSC or TGV unless you're customing the friendly neighbourhood porn peddler...
I think I'm running a temperature now... After four days of Paracetamol and natural immune system... Sigh. The care-taker (not in the morbid sense) now needs taking care of. Irony.
Finally, let me just say that the current book I am reading - Bill Bryson's A Short History of Nearly Everything - is formally ruined. Bad enough I split coffee on it a few days ago, it dropped into a bucket of water today. It's cursed. Wonder if I can get it returned... Customer Service Policies and all... Ah, finally, something that's of use in the West. Haha.
One more thing, Mr. Exec. Chef still hasn't returned my call about my appointment as a chef in his kitchen. It's starting to get irritating.
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What is the meaning of life?
The following (paraphrased) is from the 'Hitchhiker's Guide to the Universe' - can't remember the author's name, but it was a radio show in UK and it developed into a cult following...
...People became sophiscated and built increasingly sophiscated computers, and they decided to build a computer to answer man's (and woman's - in case there are any liberated and liberating women readers out there who are gender dominant) age-old question : 'What is the meaning of life?'
They put this question to the computer, but no answer came out at all. This went on for years, as they continued to labor to build more and more sophiscated computers, and went on for hundreds of years, and still - the computer did not give an answer, until one day, it spewed out the answer : 64.
The people were indignant! What is the meaning of the answer? Is the meaning of life, 64?
Back they went to work on the computer, now asking it what is the meaning of its answer of '64' to their question. This again went on for years, centuries, until one day, the computer spewed out its response - 'Look, as I told you, the answer is 64 - you have just been asking the wrong question, now go figure out the question.'
So the people went and thought about what the question should be that would give the answer of 64..........
Note: Oh yeah, pretty profound story, huh? uh uh
...but there is some wisdom in the tale, guys/gals - then again, lighten up - life is too short to be too serious. There is another book by the same author which is also a riot - 'Restaurant at the end of the universe'.
(Sorry, Square, this is completely unrelated to any of your postings - it's a topic by itself, but since I do not have a blog, I decided to spread my bytes here - thanks for letting me squat here, but evict me anytime you think the bytes are irreverent and/or irrelevant.)
By circlecircles, at 4:32 PM
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