Pink, the hate of - a pre-lunch discussion

Just past noon today, I initiated into a discussion of a pink monkey. It was lying on the In tray of a partition-separated, neighbouring colleague, Kien Wai (here's a link to his Friendster page). He is a rich media developer. No, he does not own a newspaper and sidelines in housing. He builds websites instead. Anyway, I asked about his pink tendencies and he brusquely denied them, professing that the said monkey toy was a gift. Ok, we believe you. It sounded like a good online name thought. "Pink monkey" or "Blue Chihuahua" or "Angryparrot89". You know, like those.

Having mentioned that there are people I know who hate pink, he pointed to Edalene (linked here as insomnicbitch). We then pursued a path of no return, a challenging battle to determine the preference of pink in terms of shade. (Note the embedded examples of vintage can of cherry drink and pink plastic toy soldier as hue references.) Edalene clarified her demands on the colour - it has to one of two shades. An almost white shade which we are referring to as ICI or Nippon Paint rose white and a bright pink which can only be accepted on a black background. She also provided me a link to http://www.bitchwhocodes.com and wished the pink was more intense. Hmm. Eventually we confirmed the following pink of choice - refer to accompanying JPEG below with colour code reference, gladly provided by said partial-pinker.

Somewhere in this conversation, I mentioned ingestion of pink items. Cake and Bandung were highlighted, items Edalene prefers not to consume (weight watching pink hater). It turns out there's this other girl in the office, Shamie, who hates pink and also hates Bandung. Note that these 2 items are taken as separate entities of displeasure, not to be grouped because of colour. (I have only a MSN shot of Shamie. This animal is not her.) Edalene doesn't like Bandung too. Poor rose syrup-milk drink. I like Bandung. Sweeet and crreeeamy.

It was a thoroughly engaging pre-lunch 20mins.

A Bite Of The Apple

It is done. Got my MacBook on Monday afternoon at the office. No hoohah. Am getting used to being a Mac user. It takes a while. Bon voyage and here's to happy times.

Goodbye Bill

I've done it. It was a leap of faith, jumping across the trench of personal-computing lifestyle-choice to the white side.

From where I came, there were many options - many purveyors, many types and models, with little uniqueness and great commonality of look and feel, of features and of problems. Yes, there was many a problem.

On the white side, there is a great uniform aura of completeness and calm. There exists a feeling of reassurance and collective tranquility. It is said that often a sigh of relief is heard across the land when a committed one traverses the bridge to the white side, and is welcomed by those who came before him with open arms and open minds. There is comfort.

Soon I will be part of the minority, albeit an ever-influential minority. The change will come and soon. Goodbye Bill. Hello Steve baby.

Oh, to cut the crap, I bought a Mac.

Post 101 - Ice Cream For The Betterment Of Mankind

While having the delectable afore-blogged ice cream, I came thinking about world politics.

The basic thought here is 'If everyone had ice-cream, the world would be a better place". Ice-cream is the kind of food that is nice. Apart from sweet, creamy and delicious, nice is a good word to describe the emotional appeal of the dessert. (Calling ice-cream 'dessert' does not in any way discount the consumption of ice cream as a breakfast, lunch or dinner entree item.) If we all felt nicer, maybe we wouldn't be picking so many fights with one another.

Sometimes we get thorny because we feel like we're missing out. Chill dude, all that anger and frustration could be put to rest with a little cool scoop of vanilla. Small bites of creamy, sugary, icy-cold temptation would calm an angry soul. If Saddam had some ice-cream when he got pissed, may be wouldn't have been such a tyrant. Perhaps we can send the people of North Korea and their leader a whole batch of Chunky Monkey before we begin 6-party talks over nuclear disarmament.

You don't see upset people eating ice-cream, do you? Consumers (yes, literal consumers) of ice-cream are calm, unflustered individuals with a zen-like serenity, with a rational head and raised blood sugar levels (whoops!). Or they attain this state of enlightenment after a few mouthfuls of the good stuff. (We have seen countless examples of post-dump people on TV feel so much better after a pint.) Mid- or post-ingestion, they make good sweet decisions and help with the dishes.

Ice-cream for everyone! Someone tell the UN and pay Nestle or Tip-Top or some other major ice-cream manufacturers to distribute ice-cream worldwide at low cost to governments. Ice-cream to emancipate the down-trodden and cool the hot-headed! Creamy goodness to fill stomachs and elevate serotonin levels! Mint chocolate endorphins! Boysenberry swirl happiness! Neopolitan (not the pasta sauce) niceness!