tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58601212011-09-01T21:51:30.215+08:00The Limit Of AdhesionApproaching the corner with excess speed, heel toe down a gear and let the engine braking pull the nose down. Turn in and when the front rubber bites, yank the handbrake and counter.
Sometimes the drift is spectacular. Sometimes, the ditch wins.Darylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12442620229555905817noreply@blogger.comBlogger451100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5860121.post-89866381842371148182007-08-10T15:12:00.000+08:002007-08-10T15:43:21.140+08:00GurbaxIt's August 2007, time to celebrate 50 years of independence from imperial rule. 50 years of peace, inter-racial harmony, tolerance and prosperity. 50 years of roti canai, nasi lemak and char koey teow. 50 years of all the things that make us so quintessentially Malaysian, and proud of it. Most importantly, 50 years of singh jokes. Following is an exerpt of a conversation with my homie Darylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12442620229555905817noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5860121.post-76954708696835841322007-08-06T11:15:00.000+08:002007-08-06T11:20:53.598+08:00monday sing-alongspider pigspider pigdoes whatever a spider pig doescan he swingfrom a webno he can'the's a piglook outhe is a spider pigDarylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12442620229555905817noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5860121.post-38012000329894537872007-07-31T17:32:00.000+08:002007-08-01T14:59:17.896+08:00Can you slam a rotating door?Alright, readers. Your mission, should you choose to accept is to write your best Chuck Norris testimonial. I'll get the ball rolling...1. Chuck Norris killed the video star.2. Crying over spilt milk is when Chuck Norris roundhouse kicks you in the nads.3. The only women Chuck Norris doesn't have sex with are nunchucksEdit: I think this one is the money...Stevie Darylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12442620229555905817noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5860121.post-17651244435673381182007-07-27T11:10:00.000+08:002007-07-27T11:18:09.262+08:00Big wheel keep on turning Proud Mary keep on rolling The Edge reports that there's a new development in the Proton-VW deal to make it more 'palatable' for Proton's shareholders i.e. dastardly UMNOputras. VW will control Proton's international dealer network while Proton will maintain control over the local scene.In short, Protons will not get cheaper. They can price their cars as they please. TheDarylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12442620229555905817noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5860121.post-59612083813449810022007-05-23T14:43:00.000+08:002007-05-23T14:59:11.444+08:00Wassup BhaiHaving worked in PeeJay for the past 6 months of my life, I couldn't help but notice the concentration of Punjabis here. And in keeping with the laws of economics, supply & demand and all that sorta shit, where there's Bhais there's bound to be the accompanying merchandisingh. Pardon the pun (*jab*).Ok ok, getting to the point, see there's plenty of shops selling Punjabi Suits. And Darylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12442620229555905817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5860121.post-79935232042708925512007-03-20T23:48:00.000+08:002007-03-21T00:52:01.857+08:00TAG???One would think the Arsenal of Bloggers being sensible, mature person(s?) and champion of the politics of the working class would have outgrown childish pursuits like TAG. Ugh. So now it seems I'm supposed to write 6 weird things about myself because Pazuzu TAGGED me. I think Pazuzu should take the bus instead of cabs. What do you call a turd on a bus? (Mystery prize awaits every correct Darylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12442620229555905817noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5860121.post-1142696730588624902006-03-18T23:36:00.000+08:002006-03-18T23:48:25.073+08:00halal is chinese genocideI was reading in the papers with much amusement how traders in Cheras were petitioning to the town council to allow pork to be sold in a certain local market. Since no pork was allowed to be sold there at the moment, no chinese would go there. It's clearly evident in a chinese dominated community like Cheras that the economy runs on pork. People go to buy pork and then Darylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12442620229555905817noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5860121.post-1141704469741064232006-03-07T11:53:00.000+08:002006-03-07T12:11:38.236+08:00Feasting off the govt's tendersIn the midst of all the hoo-haa about the escalating costs of living, and the government's promises to improve public transport and bust corruption, Samy Vellu announces that the govt might increase the value of its tenders to project contractors to offset the higher operational costs. Talk about politicians who've overstayed their welcome.What booshaka. Everyone Darylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12442620229555905817noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5860121.post-1141057028885507852006-02-27T23:43:00.000+08:002006-02-28T00:20:51.616+08:00Pardon my flatulence...but the price of gas is on the rise again. This time by about 30 sen or so I hear. Looks like I'm going to have to go back to taking the train to work. And so I can look forward to seeing all my old 'carriage-buddies' again. Funny how everyone habitually sits in the same place on the train every day.Anyway, painful as it is, it's about time the government raised the price Darylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12442620229555905817noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5860121.post-1138987160784841962006-02-04T01:06:00.000+08:002006-02-04T01:25:11.383+08:00a tale of 2 farmersIt's been a long while since I last blogged... Actuall I wanted to post this afternoon but for some reason I was locked out. Stupid technology. Stupid old age forgetting my login details. Finally got that sorted and well since you all wanted more, and since I promised someone I'd post again, and since I finally concocted something worth posting, I shall now post.Once there wereDarylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12442620229555905817noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5860121.post-1111211764273369772005-03-19T13:54:00.000+08:002005-03-19T13:56:04.276+08:00random picsDarylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12442620229555905817noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5860121.post-1110905419822310542005-03-16T00:44:00.000+08:002005-03-16T00:52:29.896+08:00hari ini dalam sejarah1. My Reverend bass is in the good hands of Adrian over in Tex. Can't wait till July to have my first play on it.2. My car is sitting in primer in a body shop somewhere. Should be out this weekend. Yay.3. A random keling in Kajang realises he's developing a tondee at the age of 23. Panic sets in and he resolves to do situps. And hang the beer. Might as well not call himself Darylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12442620229555905817noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5860121.post-1110388448300691212005-03-10T01:02:00.000+08:002005-03-10T01:27:18.900+08:00running basslinesyeh yeh... My Reverend bass guitar is built and on the road to Adrian in Texas who'll bring it back to me. Gotta love the UPS tracking system.Darylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12442620229555905817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5860121.post-1110289817303066722005-03-08T21:40:00.000+08:002005-03-08T21:50:17.313+08:00payback timeAnd so I did get my money back, though not the amount I wanted to get off him. In that sense, he won on attrition. Myself suffering a recurrance of Kryptonite Fever and lacking the mental energy for another long drawn out battle.Off topic, my cousin Ben sent me this . No, Ben it's NOT a sign of things to come. I'll never, never drive a Honda. And please lah, I'm much better looking. Darylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12442620229555905817noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5860121.post-1110214504113304412005-03-08T00:47:00.000+08:002005-03-08T00:55:04.113+08:00mafia mode: onI thought the foo' who reversed into my car had gone into hiding after delaying settlement for the past 2.5 weeks. It seemed that he'd even cut his mobile line. As such I'd decided to be gangsta in order to get my fair compensation. After all, every time I play Mr. Nice Guy I invariably get my head stepped on. Having mobilised the forces of darkness, I called one last time and he Darylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12442620229555905817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5860121.post-1109994955656597482005-03-05T11:42:00.000+08:002005-03-05T12:15:30.966+08:00Kryptonite feverIn Superboy #165, little Clark was exposed for the first time to Kryptonite, resulting in the condition known as Kryptonite fever. We now know of 5 major types of Kryptonite detailed below.I came down with a case of Kryptonite fever on friday evening, the symptoms of which include nausea, a headache that feels like a rock bouncing around in my skull, chills, and an ambient feelingDarylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12442620229555905817noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5860121.post-1109695431594184422005-03-02T00:41:00.000+08:002005-03-02T00:48:38.396+08:00Work workMy song for the day and what should arguably be the anthem at Friends Advertising.My colleagues agree.Kam Sze Kwan Foh..........Ngo tei lee pan tah kong chaiYat sang yat sai wai chin pai , choe low taiKoh chong san foo chit thor kong chut hak kwai , sei pei lei thaiMai wah mou mat saw wai (Theng sam thengfai , hai mang tou yau ngan thaiKat lam poh , sai yong tor , ying chan fei sheong Darylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12442620229555905817noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5860121.post-1108652967843606422005-02-17T23:00:00.000+08:002005-02-17T23:09:27.846+08:00handicapped in the knee capsThis outside one of the poshest, swankiest new shopping joints in the golden triangle. Having taken all the trouble to ensure that they's disabled-friendly and stuff, it's apparent that they still haven't figured out what the ripple-tiles are for. It's bad enough that you're physically challenged in some way, now any special person using the facilities may never walk Darylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12442620229555905817noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5860121.post-1107707865229683782005-02-07T01:05:00.000+08:002005-02-07T00:37:45.230+08:00men buy. women shop.
It's been about a month flat since my last post, but I blame that squarely on work. Having used up all my brain juice I can't quite understand why any writer who earns a living by wordsmithing would possibly be rajin enough to blog regularly.
Stupidity must be airborne. I can only rationalise it as a global pandemic of epileptic proportions. Ladies, for goodness' sake Darylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12442620229555905817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5860121.post-1104944746522283032005-01-06T01:51:00.000+08:002005-01-06T01:08:38.506+08:00how can one person be so stupid?
Introducing Dorcas.
A bad shape group accounts director cum strategic planner with killer dress sense and equally killer IQ.
Killer dress sense
Oversized business suits (she's a skank), huge brooch and fungal pair of oakleys perched on her bangs. (Roll over, William). She apparently has 20 pairs of these sunglasses which she purchased at a Ringgit Darylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12442620229555905817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5860121.post-1103088381376391432004-12-15T13:24:00.000+08:002004-12-15T13:26:21.376+08:00non sequitur
My shoes are smelly because my slippers are broken.
Darylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12442620229555905817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5860121.post-1102864804083223822004-12-12T22:24:00.000+08:002004-12-12T23:25:35.440+08:00deconstructing carnival grounds
A little boy stands and watches from a distance as the lights go out on the once sparkling carousel. With a tear in his eye ends the cheerful tune. Ends the laughter. Ends the bliss. The carnival is leaving town. Maybe my life's been a ball till now but that's all about to change. Party's over, life starts here.
What a weekend. For one, the creative director inDarylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12442620229555905817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5860121.post-1102476269842147172004-12-08T11:10:00.000+08:002004-12-08T11:24:29.843+08:0081.4 seconds isn't all bad
Participated in the Street Shootout 4 Time Attack last weekend. Did a best time of 81.4 seconds which is half-respectable. Was actually aiming for 80 flat but I kinda missed out :(
So that's a mid table finish in my class, and 22nd overall puts me in the top half. At least I finished ahead of the Honda and the turbo Protons in my group.
Anyway, for the first time Darylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12442620229555905817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5860121.post-1101963569486430052004-12-02T13:15:00.000+08:002004-12-02T13:11:24.760+08:00the dutch oven
What's that? Look here and here
Basically, if anything's inexplicable, different or just plain wrong you can blame it on the Dutch.
Example:
Ayam Belanda
Durian Belanda
Random cussings...
The Group Accounts Director/Strategic Planner in my office shall hence forth be known as "van der Dorc"I hate mornings. I have no sensory perception whatsoever. I might as well be a Darylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12442620229555905817noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5860121.post-1101711855015871742004-11-29T14:56:00.000+08:002004-11-29T15:08:59.433+08:00sword of omens, give me sight beyond sight
I'm wondering if any of you guys know someone who can sleep with eyes open. CK apparently knows such a person. Now my question is, if you sleep with your eyes open, do you see? And if not, would your blank screen be black or white?
Darylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12442620229555905817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5860121.post-1101269811165209542004-11-24T13:04:00.000+08:002004-11-24T12:16:51.166+08:00stark realisation
Never say to a cop "Saya tarak speeding tuan" when you have The Rasmus blasting on your car stereo.I don't get 20 mins of exercise 3 times a week. The only way I can lose my spare tyre is by shitting frequently.When I've been out eating pork in various forms till 5am, my piss smells like pork. When I wake in the morning, I smell like pork.A an engine's airflow demands at high Darylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12442620229555905817noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5860121.post-1100353207644418722004-11-13T21:22:00.000+08:002004-11-13T21:42:29.456+08:00is this goodbye?
Well, we certainly had out ups and downs together, and now the time may have come to part. Good times including doing laps round Sepang International Circuit. That was fun while it lasted. (My rehearsed reply to everyone who asked how it was) F.Y.I, I broke a ball joint resulting in the automotive equivalent to a severely dislocated shoulder leaving your arm dangling in an Darylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12442620229555905817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5860121.post-1099753175333563832004-11-06T22:41:00.000+08:002004-11-06T23:01:08.826+08:00don't play with your food
Isaiah 65:25
The wolf and the lamb will feed together, and the lion will eat straw like the ox, but dust will be the serpent's food. They will neither harm nor destroy on all my holy mountain, says the LORD.
I was watching National Geographic the other day... some wildlife documentary. It was a mother cheetah teaching her cub to hunt. The momma cheetah had already put Darylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12442620229555905817noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5860121.post-1098848476226338132004-10-27T11:02:00.000+08:002004-10-27T11:47:35.560+08:00Who throws the spanner?
The past 2-3 weeks have been about getting a new clutchset put into my car. I thought it would take a week give or take a couple of days. I thought it would be a smoothly orchestrated plan. In the end it took 2 weeks with many spanners thrown in. Grrr...
Anyway, the plan was:
Sunday: Send car to mechanic. Drop the gearbox and pack up the clutch.
Monday: Poslaju the Darylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12442620229555905817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5860121.post-1097597097989797742004-10-12T23:51:00.000+08:002004-10-13T00:04:57.990+08:00bitter aftertaste of sweet memories
The warm inviting lights have left a void dark and cold
The creamy sweetness of a sundae cone lingers
Percolating memories of yesteryear and one gone by
I stand and I wait.
And I wait.
The sunshine behind the golden arches beckons people in twos.
But I am alone.
In the night.
Waiting.
Like standing in my own footsteps frozen in time
Recalling a place I now Darylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12442620229555905817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5860121.post-1097567923580421412004-10-12T15:26:00.000+08:002004-10-12T15:58:43.580+08:00from the horse's mouth
Gee... what's there to do when you're ugly, look like a crossbreed of Dr Zoidberg and Steve Tyler and well... have the mouth of a horse? For one you should be thankful that your Ah Lian chick can be blindfolded with dental floss, and hence she can only see your nose in tunnel vision. Also be thankful that your nose is your most attractive feature.
Steve Tyler
Dr Darylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12442620229555905817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5860121.post-1097089469045426882004-10-07T02:55:00.000+08:002004-10-07T21:09:22.666+08:00a pointer for drifting
This is my mouse at work. I painted it in funky black and silver. It sometimes goes sideways.
Darylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12442620229555905817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5860121.post-1096996548097624252004-10-06T01:01:00.000+08:002004-10-06T01:15:48.096+08:00peristaltic wars
1. Wootz constipation?
In general, we say a person is constipated when he or she is experiencing discomfort as a result of infrequent, irregular or difficult shit. In terms of frequency, what constitutes normal differs greatly from person to person: it may mean as many as 3 shits a day or as few as 3 or 4 shits a week. That is why healthcare providers often rely on a person's Darylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12442620229555905817noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5860121.post-1096736531963481742004-10-03T01:54:00.000+08:002004-10-03T01:04:05.716+08:00you got a RM50 bill put your hands up
Just a little low on fuel right now. Life isn't exactly going according to plan. Perhaps I'm deluding myself. Maybe I should pull up my socks.
Darylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12442620229555905817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5860121.post-1096563728505832002004-10-01T01:54:00.000+08:002004-10-01T01:04:33.263+08:00roti kosong
There are times in life when you just don't get what you want. I know at least one person who's dissatisfied tonight. I kinda feel bad, but what to do? Call it an ethical dilemma. Now where's that krim coklat?
Darylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12442620229555905817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5860121.post-1096479199776697132004-09-30T01:00:00.000+08:002004-09-30T01:33:19.776+08:00reinventing the 6 step
1Warming the floor
2Getting into the groove
3Laying down the moves
4You wanna battle?
5You must be crazy
6Ouch
7Old skool is kool
Gettin' down with the 6step downrock old skool style
1Lift your right hand, and move your left where your hand used to be.
2Move your right leg forward so your knees are close, but keep your left leg where it is.
3Pull your left leg in as Darylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12442620229555905817noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5860121.post-1096392247726182252004-09-29T01:12:00.000+08:002004-09-29T01:26:05.573+08:00the lava is swirling
So I've gone and ordered my Reverend. *sigh* Now all I can do is sit and wait. In the mean time, Malaysians may have well landed on the moon.
I'm gonna start an ambient picture for the day. In this box is all the ambience you'll ever need. Honest. Well, figure it out yourself.
Darylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12442620229555905817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5860121.post-1096305016099037842004-09-28T01:56:00.000+08:002004-09-28T01:16:55.156+08:00Faux History
How do you know that man has landed on the moon? Did you see it with your own eyes? Watching Discovery Channel would have me believe that it was an elaborate hoax. NASA needed, at all costs to best the Soviet Onion in the space race, having already fallen behind on several counts. It was a show of national supremacy.
How do you know that when you divulge your precious credit card Darylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12442620229555905817noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5860121.post-1096218607133340282004-09-27T01:00:00.000+08:002004-09-27T01:10:07.133+08:00Glisten
Many weeks back, I came down with a viral rash known as Pityriasis Rosea. Horrible red splotches all over my body and a brutal itch. All the nasty stuff has since left me save for some faint scarring on my thighs. Also seeming to have left me while I shed all my old skin were my sweat glands. It struck me while standing out in the hot sun one fine day shooting a TV commercial. I was *Darylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12442620229555905817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5860121.post-1095997001694016682004-09-24T11:26:00.000+08:002004-09-24T11:36:41.693+08:00For some reason, people have been reminding me that my blog has been stagnant for the longest while. And while I've said that I'll blog about some stuff, I've never gotten down to doing it just because I'm lazy. I've even considered having annual sup tulang day, where I'll enjoy a yummy bowl of the aforementioned and blog about it. Maybe even a different mamak every year.
Speaking of which, haveDarylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12442620229555905817noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5860121.post-1068822386090197432003-11-14T23:06:00.000+08:002003-11-14T23:06:31.800+08:00Ever wondered what kinda bones they put in Sup Tulang? It tastes damn good, no doubt about it. And it's probably the only dish where they tell you the secret ingredient but still manage to keep it a secret.
On a diminished note, I plan to buy 4 new tyres tmw morning and that's gonna diminish my wallet somewhat. Darylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12442620229555905817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5860121.post-1068359681582037992003-11-09T14:34:00.000+08:002003-11-09T14:34:45.676+08:00Okay I've still got some residual pissedness because some foo T-boned my car on Friday night. That's the kinda thanks i get for being nice to my colleague and giving her a ride to SS15. I actually wanted to be mean to her and drop her at Parade cos I was already in a bad mood (work sucks and inconsiderate drivers causing a 1hr traffic jam). Wouldn't have gotten into this shit if i had been mean, Darylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12442620229555905817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5860121.post-1067447907064311732003-10-30T01:18:00.000+08:002003-10-30T01:18:28.583+08:00lurk ( P ) Pronunciation Key (lûrk)
intr.v. lurked, lurk·ing, lurks
To lie in wait, as in ambush.
To move furtively; sneak.
To exist unobserved or unsuspected: danger lurking around every bend.
Has any one of you actually tried to lurk? Really, it's something you can't do on your own.
"Hey... I think I'll go lurk in that bush over there"
You can only lurk when someone else designates Darylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12442620229555905817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5860121.post-1064859393864951262003-09-30T02:00:00.000+08:002003-09-30T02:17:48.870+08:00Got the balls for it?
Went to the driving range today to hit some balls with PK and Erik. Needless to say I made a spectacle of myself sending shots in every direction but the one intended. At least I managed to kai 100 yards on my first and last drive. Might as well do something I've not done before, so I thought. I never really liked clubbing anyway and sports involving small balls never seemedDarylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12442620229555905817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5860121.post-1064518090523782832003-09-26T03:27:00.000+08:002003-09-26T03:28:10.286+08:00I just thought I'd blog for the heck of it, and so I started this. Well, here goes nothing...
Darylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12442620229555905817noreply@blogger.com0