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Freaky s**t

Remember all those email forwards of a MS PowerPoint file of David Copperfield and his 'ability' to read the card that you picked out?

That's nothing compared to this. It's a bit small to read but try it. It's real freaky, yo... How'd they do this? Lemme know, guys.

Any Ol' Excuse...

Right!

It's Monday, I haven't had brekkie yet, and I'm in the office staring at a piece of quotation from a supplier that doesn't do much to make my morning look any brighter.

But let me cut to the chase.

Because, a few minutes after staring at the quotation, I think I just saw the ONE.

I think I'm in love. And in lust at the same time.

I think if anyone who cares for the sanity of this writer wants to make my day (and years to come) brighter and more meaningful, that person would in all haste, write me a check to put in the downpayment for this honey here.

Celebrating the 100th

Yes yes people! It's the 100th post here at Taman Park Garden. It sure took a hell of a long time to get to this number. I wonder how long more it's gonna take to get to the 200th.

But we'll cross that bridge when we get to it (which I think is gonna take another two years).

And to celebrate this dubious honour, I thought I'd link this page to the new Gayana Island Resort website I just did for my company. It took me about 3 days since Wednesday. And thanks in no small part to AG (for the HTML tips and the Dreamweaver MX 2004 Accelerated guidebook) and to FM and AO for ...ahem... other forms of assistance.

It's still really rough though and it's gonna take a lot of panache to make it look better. And I still don't know how to put up the titles at the top of the browser.

But meantime, here goes.

And please, any comments and suggestions will do, thanks.

Update:

Well, what do you know.... I just went back and added one line to the top of the source code and the title was up! :) Too bad I don't know how to show the code here. Oh well...

Numbnuts

I've lived here in KK for most of my mortal life but I have never realised just how into our national sport we are here.

Never mind the World Cup. Forget the Thomas Cup. Don't even mention about Malaysia's chances of getting into the bloody World Cup either.

If we as one nation and a unified Bangsa Malaysia is to bring international recognition upon our athletic prowess and excellence, we only have to do what we do best, right?

If we can't kick a football, it's ok. If our shuttlers cock up any further, it's no biggie right?

So what DO we do best, you ask?

Why...

It's Elevator Sprinting.

Yep, all 2.5 metres of it.

Except, it wouldn't look that much like sprinting. Not in the traditional Michael-Johnson, Ben-Johnson way.

It'll be a lot more exciting.

Hell yeah, you'll have a lot of jostling and pushing and yes, yes, it is a contact sport because the players would be pushing each other out of the way too. Oh, they'd better if they wanna get ahead.

It's not an easy game to play.

Because in this event, there IS no team.

It's the ultimate manifestation of modern society's strive for individualism and self-gain.

Me? I'm just sitting on the sidelines.

Though I play the occasional basketball and squash, I've never been a very athletic guy.

So we'll find ourselves standing to the side when at every game time (i.e. every morning at rush hour and at lunch time), you see these combatants dueling it out at the lifts and elevators.

We were never meant to rise to their level of physical prowess. Unlike them, we won't have what it takes.

I mean, just look at them.

Elbowing and scrumming it out. Battling it out for a 2.5 metre square area. Sweat literally streaming down their game faces.

They compete in the smallest playing field in the world but the most hotly contested one too.

Some of the 'athletes' will be striving to get OUT of the lift while others will be trying to get in.

No quarter is given when it comes to seeing who's first in and who can get out in time before the lift door closes and have to miss their floor.

WWE? Pussies.

TNA Wrestling? Wannabes.

Ultimate fighting? A stroll with grandma.

Elevator sprinting personifies the ultimate ideal of human fitness: speed, stamina, grit, persistence, upper and lower body strength, mental agility and resistence to physical and emotional pain, all in the pursuit for greatness.

Maybe I'll go start training by using the stairs instead.

If you go in the Can

Self-help books are a dime a dozen. Some of us need it and some just plain think the authors are trying to make a quick buck off insecure fools.

So, for those who think that books labeled 'self-help' are for pathetic wimps (but still would like to read some of them but just can't be caught dead with them), they'd likely turn to 'how-tos' and 'guidebooks'.

But, guys, you know... If there's just ONE group that needs guidance and how-tos, I think these guys need it.

Pop-ups

I hate pop-ups but this is just blardy ridiculous. Look at where these girls are supposed to be.

They really need to get their demographics sorted out, don't they?