Hi. My name is wongkenming.blogspot.com. You probably know me, I'm the one you see every time you read this page. I'm the one you are reading now. Haha. I'm a nice enough guy, with many interests, most superficial. Who cares? I don't usually surf the Interweb. I enjoy chatting. I receive mail and comments, and sometimes answer them. I admit, I'm not as cool as others. I don't have nice pictures to show you, nor music to listen to while you read. I haven't really put much effort into myself. I don't understand HTML. Call me dumb, but when it comes to blogs, I am as good as any and no worse then most. I don't deserve what has happened to me.
HELP! LET ME OUT!
Sorry. I promised myself I would not get emotional. The thing is, my owner, Ken has been neglecting me more and more recently. Although he says its because of the heavy workload at college, I'd wish we would spend more time together, just like the old days. I have been very patient with him, not asking for nice pictures, or music, or links to my friends. After some insistence, he did add a chatbox, so now my friends can leave me messages when I'm asleep maybe. But don't I deserve it?
It was so different when he created me in January. It was easy then. I guess it was thanks to my friend, huiwen7.blogspot.com that I met the guy who would eventually use me as a device for sharing his silly, sometimes downright moronic ideas. We used to meet everyday, and we would discuss matters like life itself. Well, he did do most of the talking, but he is an interesting enough person to listen to.
Where was I? Oh yes. Then Ken joined, and I was born. I sorta don't like the length of my name, but then again, who chooses their name, huh? At the beginning we had a lot of fun. Blog hopping was cool, the modem was nice and warm, and I got a lot of attention from everyone. But then Ken became more interested in reading other people's blogs rather then write for his own. Blogs like http://in-a-capsule.blogspot.com/, and monkeyswithtartarsause.blogspot.com. To hell with that! They have every right to be there.
Its sort of sad, really. We belong together. there are comments I am keeping in the fridge, ready to be made warm and tasty for him. And yet, we barely meet.
On the bright side, he does not let me quit. Even after what seems to be decades of loneliness, he still will not delete me, nor any of his previous entries. In some weird and possibly cosmic way, we are still together. I do daydream about the good times we shared while I rot away here in cyberspace hell.
Save your pity, for there are thousands more like me. Just like my old friend, vinceakadante.blogspot.com. Pity those who are lured with its free and easy sign-up. There is still space for them here, but what about when the infrastructure on this website reaches a limit? It will be too cramped in here, in addition to my being alone.
Please Ken! Come back!
July 09, 2007
July 06, 2007
Working Out
Well, I finally went to the gym today. I seen all of the brochures, seen the advertisements, and watched the movies so I think I know everything. Undoubtedly, someone like me will get disappointed. The first disappointment comes when you find out there is only one personal trainer. The second hits you when you realise its a guy.
Well, today we took it easy. just some light jogging. I requested we take it easy because, god help me, there will be nothing to stop me from walking out if the going gets tough. Or moderately challenging. Or slightly irritating. Lets put it this way. If there is an irritating fly buzzing around the TV screen, I'm gone. All said and done, I rather be sitting then standing.
At the gym you see different people. While most people are truly fit, (I hate you guys), there are some who are there bullshitting themselves that they are getting thinner, when just after working out, they go for a nasi dagang with the works.
What is bullshit? Bullshit is something that is not true, but you wish is true. that said, bullshit is hope. Hopefully I will talk more about this in future posts, and that's no bullshit.
But what about those who are genuinely fit? Those with more muscles then actually needed? what are they doing there? Making me look bad, that's what they are doing. seriously, one you have that muscle that runs from behind your ear to the bottom of your neck, you're done. What are you still doing here? Why not go enjoy a steak or something.
Still, I am going back tomorrow, to start the training for real. Who would have guessed that I would be actually exercising!
God help me.
Well, today we took it easy. just some light jogging. I requested we take it easy because, god help me, there will be nothing to stop me from walking out if the going gets tough. Or moderately challenging. Or slightly irritating. Lets put it this way. If there is an irritating fly buzzing around the TV screen, I'm gone. All said and done, I rather be sitting then standing.
At the gym you see different people. While most people are truly fit, (I hate you guys), there are some who are there bullshitting themselves that they are getting thinner, when just after working out, they go for a nasi dagang with the works.
What is bullshit? Bullshit is something that is not true, but you wish is true. that said, bullshit is hope. Hopefully I will talk more about this in future posts, and that's no bullshit.
But what about those who are genuinely fit? Those with more muscles then actually needed? what are they doing there? Making me look bad, that's what they are doing. seriously, one you have that muscle that runs from behind your ear to the bottom of your neck, you're done. What are you still doing here? Why not go enjoy a steak or something.
Still, I am going back tomorrow, to start the training for real. Who would have guessed that I would be actually exercising!
God help me.
July 05, 2007
Bus Ride of Hell
Wow. Its been 3 weeks since I last posted anything. Many things have happened to me this week. My flight touched down on Sunday, went to college for the first time on Monday, sat on a bus for the first time on Wednesday, missed the bus on Thursday.
Speaking of the bus ride, did I mention it was my first time ever? For someone accustomed to being driven everywhere, 4 star-hotels, and business class lounges, taking public transportation can be a very daunting task. so I got on this steel coffin with wheels. We had to switch buses twice, one driver passing us on to another. I felt more passed on then a syringe in a drug addict's conference.
The worse part was when the bus driver decided to drag race another bus. As I said, I never rode in a bus before, but this struck me as slightly unorthodox. the bus did 0 to 60 in a mere 11 seconds. should I be proud that my bus won?
I could view this bus ride as an adventure. After all, I am all for positive thinking. The joy of travelling to places unknown, meeting new people, all in something I have never been in. But, just like I could get a vasectomy, I am not going to. As far as I am concerned, there is no worse way of travelling then on a bus. I sympathise with those who use this barbaric form of transportation.
Because I am now one of you. Oh how the mighty have fallen!
Speaking of the bus ride, did I mention it was my first time ever? For someone accustomed to being driven everywhere, 4 star-hotels, and business class lounges, taking public transportation can be a very daunting task. so I got on this steel coffin with wheels. We had to switch buses twice, one driver passing us on to another. I felt more passed on then a syringe in a drug addict's conference.
The worse part was when the bus driver decided to drag race another bus. As I said, I never rode in a bus before, but this struck me as slightly unorthodox. the bus did 0 to 60 in a mere 11 seconds. should I be proud that my bus won?
I could view this bus ride as an adventure. After all, I am all for positive thinking. The joy of travelling to places unknown, meeting new people, all in something I have never been in. But, just like I could get a vasectomy, I am not going to. As far as I am concerned, there is no worse way of travelling then on a bus. I sympathise with those who use this barbaric form of transportation.
Because I am now one of you. Oh how the mighty have fallen!
June 19, 2007
The Prince
My accommodating hosts here bought me a book as a farewell gift. The book is a great classic, Niccolo Machiavelli's, "The Prince". I have long heard of this book, although it being a classic, I never bought it, fearing it may be too wordy, too full of prehistoric vernacular. As I flip through the book, I see that is is not. In fact, after translation, it seems to have been written yesterday.
For those of you who have never read "The Prince", here is a short synopsis. Niccolo Machiavelli was a mid-level executive about 400 years ago during the Renaissance, working for richest corporation of the time, Florence, whose CEO was Lorenzo de Medici. One day, Mr. Machiavelli did something that angered his boss, (backed the wrong side in a trade deal, lost some files, beat the boss at golf, something like that) and was sent to prison, where he shuffled paper, doomed never to take part in another business deal ever again.
But while he was in prison, he wrote "The Prince", which he sent to grumpy old Medici as a gift, with hopes of returning to the corner office on the 32nd floor. Lorenzo was so impressed with his former employee, he exercised executive amnesia and welcomed Niccolo back with a big fat bonus and a renewed contract. Machiavelli's popularity with his bosses has increased ever since.
In this magical book that rescued Niccolo Machiavelli from the paper pushing position he was regaled to was bits of information on how to properly lead. The core idea in his book was that of preserving power was of the utmost importance. To hold on to power, the leader must maintain stability in his/her kingdom. The methods outlined in the book are considered rather immoral at this time, but as Machiavelli said, "Moral principals must yield to every circumstance, especially in such cases where unethical, perhaps even inhumane practices are necessary to maintain power.
The book, being addressed to a member of Italian nobility, gives insight on how to acquire, maintain and protect a state. The methods given preach ruthlessness and hostile takeovers.
To understand such a great book, I bought a book that makes sense of it all. It was "What Would Machiavelli Do? The Ends Justify the Meanness" by Stanley Bing, one of my all time, favorite authors. Mr. Bing puts Machiavelli's teachings in a modern light. It may not exactly show us the original author's point of view, but it sure is hilarious!
This is my first book review. I strongly urge fans of classic literature to go out and buy "The Prince". If you, like me, are not the least bit interested in reading 500 year old Italian literature, why not buy Stanley Bing's work instead? Its entertaining, and it makes a great gift for Father's day!
For those of you who have never read "The Prince", here is a short synopsis. Niccolo Machiavelli was a mid-level executive about 400 years ago during the Renaissance, working for richest corporation of the time, Florence, whose CEO was Lorenzo de Medici. One day, Mr. Machiavelli did something that angered his boss, (backed the wrong side in a trade deal, lost some files, beat the boss at golf, something like that) and was sent to prison, where he shuffled paper, doomed never to take part in another business deal ever again.
But while he was in prison, he wrote "The Prince", which he sent to grumpy old Medici as a gift, with hopes of returning to the corner office on the 32nd floor. Lorenzo was so impressed with his former employee, he exercised executive amnesia and welcomed Niccolo back with a big fat bonus and a renewed contract. Machiavelli's popularity with his bosses has increased ever since.
In this magical book that rescued Niccolo Machiavelli from the paper pushing position he was regaled to was bits of information on how to properly lead. The core idea in his book was that of preserving power was of the utmost importance. To hold on to power, the leader must maintain stability in his/her kingdom. The methods outlined in the book are considered rather immoral at this time, but as Machiavelli said, "Moral principals must yield to every circumstance, especially in such cases where unethical, perhaps even inhumane practices are necessary to maintain power.
The book, being addressed to a member of Italian nobility, gives insight on how to acquire, maintain and protect a state. The methods given preach ruthlessness and hostile takeovers.
To understand such a great book, I bought a book that makes sense of it all. It was "What Would Machiavelli Do? The Ends Justify the Meanness" by Stanley Bing, one of my all time, favorite authors. Mr. Bing puts Machiavelli's teachings in a modern light. It may not exactly show us the original author's point of view, but it sure is hilarious!
This is my first book review. I strongly urge fans of classic literature to go out and buy "The Prince". If you, like me, are not the least bit interested in reading 500 year old Italian literature, why not buy Stanley Bing's work instead? Its entertaining, and it makes a great gift for Father's day!
June 17, 2007
Love Letters
My love,
I will leave you soon, and I do not know when I shall return, if ever. There is no doubt in my mind that I shall miss you. I will forever treasure our time together. Thank you for making my time here, the best 6 months of my life.
Its amazing that we met entirely by accident. It was in the lunch line, I had just decided against having chicken and as I reached over to grab something else, there you were. I stared at you unblinkingly for a moment or two. You were perfectly proportioned. Your skin was tan and smooth. You were perfect.
It took a while, but I think I have won you over, as much as you have won me over. We would meet sometimes during recess at the cafeteria. We would bump into one another at the lunch line, and I would give you a hug. Afterwards we would sit together and I would taste you. I still remember what you taste like; salty, with a hint of sweetness.
Took a while, but we were finally able to meet on dates. I remember the good times we have had at Chili's, at Chipotle's, and even just the simple times at McDonalds. These are dates I won't forget.
I don't know how I can live without you as I return home. Nothing in the world could possibly substitute the company we shared. And although we part "as friends", I will be thinking of you always. I won't forget you.
I love you. U.S. beef.
Your biggest customer,
Ken.
I will leave you soon, and I do not know when I shall return, if ever. There is no doubt in my mind that I shall miss you. I will forever treasure our time together. Thank you for making my time here, the best 6 months of my life.
Its amazing that we met entirely by accident. It was in the lunch line, I had just decided against having chicken and as I reached over to grab something else, there you were. I stared at you unblinkingly for a moment or two. You were perfectly proportioned. Your skin was tan and smooth. You were perfect.
It took a while, but I think I have won you over, as much as you have won me over. We would meet sometimes during recess at the cafeteria. We would bump into one another at the lunch line, and I would give you a hug. Afterwards we would sit together and I would taste you. I still remember what you taste like; salty, with a hint of sweetness.
Took a while, but we were finally able to meet on dates. I remember the good times we have had at Chili's, at Chipotle's, and even just the simple times at McDonalds. These are dates I won't forget.
I don't know how I can live without you as I return home. Nothing in the world could possibly substitute the company we shared. And although we part "as friends", I will be thinking of you always. I won't forget you.
I love you. U.S. beef.
Your biggest customer,
Ken.
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