saru

I has moved

Sat, 04 Oct 2008 14:24:10 GMT

Go forth and click on my Adsense ads and give me money...:

http://saru-kun.blogspot.com

Kthxbai.

Weblife

Mon, 01 Sep 2008 20:44:52 GMT

Sometimes I feel as though I'm closer friends to Marten, Dora, Faye, Hannelore, Sven, Lucas, Kate, Ethan, Lily, Ping, Piro, Kimiko, Erika, Largo, Tohya, the good Doctor, Ben Franklin, Grim Jr., etc.

I really need to get a life...

Cookies after oral sex, anyone?

Situation: offensive standby

Thu, 28 Aug 2008 22:05:25 GMT

The atmosphere seemed a little more menacing when I walked home today. It has been gloomy these past couple of days. That, coupled with the muggy air and the sun setting earlier and earlier (around 8+ now) along with finding out that I live in the dodgiest, shadiest corner of Luton has had the hairs on the back of my neck standing on their ends quite often.

I have been far more on the alert than I've ever been in recent years, especially everytime I'm out and in a way, I guess its good practice for me as far as my observation skills are concerned. Questionable youths dressed in hoodies congregating in groups of 10 or so notwithstanding, I do get by without much trouble, getting out of the way of possible nasty encounters and such and generally keeping a low low low profile.

Bumped into the 'housemate' last night as he came in through the door:

Alright?

Been at the police station for the past two hours.

Oh...*raises eyebrow discreetly* nothing serious I hope.

Its my son. He accuses me of hitting him... *colourful litany of swears*

Further eavesdropping revealed that his ex wife also threatened him with a golf club. How exciting.

And now I'm suddenly reminded of another encounter at the train station:

*I walked up onto the platform and was approached by a gruff looking middle aged man, the very in-your-face kind*

Hey can you look after my bags for me? I'm just going across to get some cigarettes.

Okay *goes to buy my tickets at the machine*

Hey, I said look after my fucking bags for me, you fucking geezer. What do you want? I'll give you a cigarette.

Okay I will, just let me get my ticket first. No I don't smoke.

Look after my fucking bags for me. I'm watching you. I'll get you a coke. You want a coke?

*bemused* No I don't want a coke thank you. I'll look after your bags for you.

And so I got a bottle of Coca Cola. Which I put into the rubbish bin at my station stop. I'm not a particularly trusting person. I think on the whole, I was almost about to put his face into the ground regardless of the security cameras on the platform but I then remembered that this was how people in the UK talk. I suppose it was his way of being nice in return for a favour.

Oh and today, a lady approached me as I was nearing the station and started on a massive roundabout story involving how she closed the boot of her car with her keys inside and that she lived far away in London before I had to ask "Do you need some money?". So there's 20 quid to her which I have my doubts of seeing again. She did leave me her number and said that she'll meet me at the station at six tomorrow. She seemed genuine enough. As with most British, there's always something for me:

I'll give you chocolates and / or flowers etc. Just tell me what you want okay, okay, okay? okay??

No thank you I'm fine. Just return my money.

I guess there's always karma if I don't get my money back...

I'd hate it if I were a girl and had to deal with all this shit. Men just don't level the same type of respect to a woman out on the streets. They're typically seen as timid and on an inferior level to men. Thats the reality of things. Which sucks to be honest.

I shall go to bed. Another day braving the thugs of reality tomorrow. Woo hoo~

Currently listening to: RJD2 - Since We Last Spoke

Coming Home Soon

Tue, 12 Aug 2008 21:34:24 GMT

Where have all the young men gone?
They're leaving town, one by one
Johnny, come and get your gun
Father give your only son

Fearlessly they lay down they're lives
Son, don't be afraid to die
You're fighting for the land that you love
Fighting for your God up above

When the bullets fall around you like rain
And the starry night has burst into flames
Remember you're the few, you're the brave
Remember what your fighting to save

I know you'll be coming home soon
The war is over, it was on the evening news
Nobody's winning when it's life we have to lose
I know you'll be coming home soon, coming home soon

Victory can be bittersweet
Insurrection in the street
It never comes without a price
And never without sacrifice

Suicidal bombs in their cars
Wrap them up in stripes and stars
Johnny boy is coming home
For a soldier's burial

I know you'll be coming home soon
The war is over, it was on the evening news
Nobody's winning when it's life we have to lose
I know you'll be coming home soon, coming home soon
"

~Latch Key Kid

Sniff sniff...

Breakfast

Sat, 12 Jul 2008 17:44:29 GMT

In the style of 'V for Vendetta'?

Fortnight of doom

Tue, 08 Jul 2008 12:34:13 GMT

Okay I exaggerate, but it was nonetheless not the prettiest of weeks that I've been through.

The placement started off okay, despite the fact that people under the age of 30 (35?) are abit of a minority at the company. I'm put into the Service division where we're essentially engineering consultancy for a wide range of applications. Steel and paper industry and wind turbines, to name a few. Awesome stuff... this. Definitely fulfilled my resolution not to be so narrow-minded, being all gung-ho in motorsports all the time.

My cubicle-mate is an avid motorcyclist. His boss is a superbly nice and friendly person with loads of CAD experience under his belt. My boss is great too. No complaints at work really, with the exception of no makan places at all in the surrounding area. Thus I'll have to make do with the site's cafe for the year. Thy shalt not komplen.

I digress. My 14-day suckfest began on the 23rd, when I started my placement. Because the tenancy agreement for the new accommodations in Luton won't be ready till the 30th, I stayed in London. Many thanks to Cheebai Jeng and Auntie Connie for the keys to their flat. Commuting daily from London to Luton costs a princely sum of 16 pounds return. That's 80 quid a week. Sniffles. My new accommodations required an admin fee of 120 pounds, a deposit and first month's rent amounting to 500 pounds. I am now broke.

Then there's the accommodation. It is a bedsit. It has no shower and washing machine. It's electricity supply is coin-operated. I can't wait to get out of that place. During the viewing, the good man conveniently forgot to mention the coin operated bath hidden behind the bathroom door where if you wanted to wash yourself, you put a 1 pound coin in, wait an hour and a half and voila, you have hot water. I've decided to shower at the company. This fuck up was my fault, because I cannot find anyone else to blame. Luckily the contract is only for 6 months.

I had also gotten a mobile broadband contract from Three. Nifty things. Plug it in the USB of your lappie and you're online. No cables, no phone lines and no mess. It didn't work though, because my lappie sucked monkey balls as I discovered later. That caused me plenty of grief. Emphasis on 'plenty'. Boredom set it.

Big big hugs and many many muaxxes to Tre-sama for being awesome. She ferries and stores my worldly possesions, helps me move, sorts out my lappie, washes and irons my clothes and cooks for me. Of late she's also been feeding me Piriton, Ibuprofen and Clarinase because I had the bad luck of falling ill as icing on this cake of misfortune. I love you babe~!

The good thing about working is the sick leave, I guess. I just ring the boss and tell him that I'm not coming in for two days. Convenient. One only has to self-certify when they get back. But really... these two days have been a much needed break. I'd probably end up chucking my chair in to the monitor amidst a heavy-headed feeling and the inability to breathe thanks to the stuffed airways.

Now that I'm still snivelling while writing this, I shall run off to get more tissues to stuff my nose with.

~v~

I recently downloaded 'Roam' and 'Seasons' by The Collective and I must say, for a sissified, Lycra-clad, pure XC person like me, I'm superbly impressed and hooked on the soundtrack. And I'm suddenly itching to try jumping =.=

Sigh. Steve Peat, Sam Hill, Matt Hunter and the Athertons are my new heroes...

Men

Tue, 03 Jun 2008 00:54:27 GMT

By a stand up comedian whose name I don't know/ can't remember:

Men Are Like A Deck Of Cards

You need a Heart to love him

A Diamond to marry him

A Club to kill him (presumably for a well justified reason)

A Spade to bury his lifeless body

The Birthday

Sat, 31 May 2008 02:14:27 GMT

Was spent in Londonia, drenched, thanks to the long-lived drizzle, wandering about Covent Garden with a cone of gelato in hand

It was also spent at the BFF's place where his mother very kindly made me a chocolate cheesecake and held a little 'party' of sorts for me.

Then there was the dinner at Ten Ten Tei which IMHO is the best Japanese restaurant I've ever been to so far. Ever.

I received a present as well, which was a new saddle for the bike. "Relieves pressure on sensitive arteries on the perineum area" so the sales pitch went. It shall be tried out later in the morning when I head to work on the bike.

And then it was gone.

I don't feel any different than I was the day before the 29th. As a matter of fact, aside from being invincibly happy on the birthday, the day was boringly normal and mundane. I took Po Leen's advice and got out of the house. London in the rain has a rare beauty to it, watching people scurry about with waterproofs and umbrellas against a backdrop of splashy grey, white and black.

Wish I had a camera.

It's 2:22 AM and I thought I'd kill some time here since I'm helplessly wide awake. Which is abit of a shame as I have 8 hours of work to look forward to later, not including the 10 mile round trip by bike. Oh sleep how I wish for thee...

*sniffles*

At least there's another round of celebrations with Le Tre Sama when she gets back to look forward to.

Rare occurence

Sun, 25 May 2008 22:57:29 GMT

My nose bled today. Hmmm...

The aftermath of 2nd year engineering

Fri, 23 May 2008 16:17:09 GMT

The BFF and I, on the structural analysis of an erect penis:

さる - くん says:
moment of area, second moment of area, moment of inertia, second moment of inertia, polar moment of inertia
wtf
diu

CheeJeng says:
what?
i understand the second moment stuff and polar moment
but not so sure what moment of area and moment of inertia is

さる - くん says:
ah le diu
why so many wan
they're all labeled as I
the hell

CheeJeng says:
hahaha
aww
second moment of area is like.. the object's resistance to bending
and polar is its resistance to twisting
or was it called flexing
bleh

さる - くん says:
double you tee eff mate

CheeJeng says:
double

さる - くん says:
flexure is different
flexure is under buckling
of struts

CheeJeng says:
i forgot the word
torsion!
that's it

さる - くん says:
wah you cock bends mate
lol wtf

CheeJeng says:
torsional stiffness
cock pushups

さる - くん says:
lets calculate someone's erect cock's resistance to bending

CheeJeng says:
=.=
me and my friends actually had that discusion 2 years ago

さる - くん says:
and torsion

CheeJeng says:
but with plastic joints

さる - くん says:
dammit =.=

CheeJeng says:
plastic bending

さる - くん says:
okay okay

CheeJeng says:
XD
plastic hinges I mean
at the joint *cough*

さる - くん says:
we have to assume, uniform cross section through the length of the erect penis okay

CheeJeng says:
haha diu!
i don't want to discuss this at uni
discuss it later
XD
hahha

さる - くん says:
now what's the second moment of area about it's central axis
quick quick

CheeJeng says:
it's just a cylinder!

さる - くん says:
so? go on?

CheeJeng says:
i can't remember but you can find it in the enginia handbook

さる - くん says:
*looks up IMECHE's handbook

CheeJeng says:
then later you have you test it yourself
twist it
till breaking point!
hahaah
diu
i go home now la diu

さる - くん says:
woot (pi*D^4)/64

CheeJeng says:
i be hungary

さる - くん says:
come come calculate! diu!
you're not allowed to eat!

CheeJeng says:
tabe..masu?

さる - くん says:
dame!

CheeJeng says:
no calculator here

さる - くん says:
mental

CheeJeng says:
yes
i am mental

さる - くん says:
what's the diameter of your penis!

CheeJeng says:
wheeeee
lan diu!
hahhahha

さる - くん says:
ah we're so fucked up

CheeJeng says:
i dont konw!
le diu�
but you'd need the youngs modulus of your penis
do you have that?
i don't think so

さる - くん says:
nvm... we shall experiment!

CheeJeng says:
oh wait I mean the flexural thing

さる - くん says:
morning wood...

CheeJeng says:
hahahaha

さる - くん says:
we shall use the E of wood!

CheeJeng says:
diu
i go now