For Dina...

300 trailer

Take a look at the 300 trailer! It looks so frigging good. I cannot wait for this movie to come out...

Goodness, gracious, great balls of ...

It was a night much like any other night; a little cold. There was a slight wind outside but that did not bother me as I was snug inside my little apartment, lounging on my couch and watching TV. A half empty can of coke was on the table in fornt of me. It was almost fizzied out now and I could not be bothered finishing it. There was something showing on TV, as well but I wasn't paying that much attention to it. No, my attention was firmly fixed on the small ball of light floating in front of my eyes.

Now this might seem like a fantastic thing but for some reason, I wasn't really awestruck or even mildly shocked. It just seemed like a routine, everyday occurence. Probably because I was in that place where boredom met up with dreamland and I figured I had fallen asleep and this was happening in my dreams. How it had appeared in my room, where it had come from and the reason for its appearance - these questions did not really occur to me. All I knew was that it was suddenly there and provided a fleeting distraction from my daily routine. So I sat there on the couch with my eyes following the slow movements of this lightball.

When I say lightball, I do mean a lightball. It surely wasn't a fireball and I could not feel any heat radiating from it. But then again, I figured I was dreaming so I would not be able to feel anything. It looked much like a star would, if you could see it a bit more closely than the billions of light years away. Maybe from half a million light years... I don't know... I don't know much about astronomy.

It would seem reasonable to infer that staring at this ball of light for so long would hurt my eyes somewhat but again for some reason, I was able to monitor its movements without any strain on my eyes. Another reason to assume that the sandman had visited me.

The ball of light continued its slow journey around my room. It did not seem to have any purpose to its wanderings; neither a goal nor a destination. It appeared to be as bored as I was and was just doing a slow dance. I took off the hat I had on and as the ball of light passed close to me, made a swing at it.

I don't really know what I was hoping to accomplish with that. Somehow the ball of light ended in my hat and I looked down at it for a moment and then put it back on my head. Why? I don't know! This might be a dream, remember? I cannot be held accountable for the things I do in my dreams. Anyways it didn't feel any different wearing that ball of light on my head. When after sometime, I took off my hat and looked inside, it had disappeared... and I went back to watching TV! Simpsons was on!

I am still not sure whether that was a dream or not. I do know that every night around 8 o'clock I get these head splitting migraines but surely that cannot be caused by wearing a ball of light on your head... Could it?

Impossible Pie

Since I am fasting I get to sit in the tea room at work and do nothing. I would have worked through the lunch break but I don't get paid for it so I would rather relax for the half hour. I found this recipe in one of the women's magazines that are lying around there (since it is mostly women I work with..) and thought that it sounded good and easy enough for me to make. I had yet to make something good during this ramadan and so I cut out the recipe and brought it home with me. The recipe says it takes 10 minutes for preparation. I took half an hour. It is supposed to cook in 45 minutes but after an hour it was burnt on the top and liquid in the inside. Since we were fed up by then we just scraped off the cooked top part and had it with ice cream and let me say that that was the best thing I have tasted in quite a long time. I am going to try and make it again soon and hopefully this time I will be able to cook it thoroughly. But you have to really agree with its name. It really is impossible but I will still have fun trying.

impossible pie

• 1/2 cup plain flour
• 1 cup caster sugar
• 1 cup dessicated coconut
• 2 cups milk
• 440g can crushed pineapple, drained
• 4 eggs beaten lightly
• 125g butter, melted
• 1/4 cup flaked almonds
• 2 tablespoons golden syrup
• 2 teaspoons ground cinnamon
• ice-cream, to serve

1. Preheat oven to moderate, 180 degrees celsius. Lightly grease a 24cm pie plate.
2. Sift flour into a large bowl. Stir in sugar and coconut.
   
3. In another bowl, combine all the remaining ingredients. Blend into dry ingredients until well combined.
4. Pour mixture into prepared pie plate. Bake for 40-45 minutes until firm and golden. Serve warm with ice cream.
   

Dropping Kilos

To say that my weight has fluctuated over the years will be an understatement. When I was in Primary school I was reasonably thin, almost skinny but I was a kid then. In my secondary years I started to pile on the kilos until I did my O'levels where I was weighing in at 70 kilos and wearing size 34 pants. I had a beer belly even though beer was not available. Once I started higher secondary education and began to notice the girls in my class I decided finally to do soemthing about my weight.

Thus began the jogging and exercising with friends. I even joined a gym, Muscleload with another friend and I was down to a very comfortable weight when I went to India in 1997 on a sociology trip which ended just as ramadan began which meant my gym and the exercising came to a halt and i began slowly gaining the weight that I had lost.

At the end of my education I was drafted into the NSS and during the four months of my recruit training I was the fittest I had ever been. I was a mere 60 kilos and had good muscle tone (for the first time in my life which is probably the only thing I will thank the training regiment for...) The next four years I managed to hold my weight between 60 and 65. Thus when I left for Australia in the beginning of 2003 I was 65 kilos and looking slender.

Somehow the three years in Australia with all the beef and chicken and lamb (and some kangaroo) I managed to pile on more than 20 kilos . When I finally got a scale after moving into my new apartment with my new wife I found that I weighed in at 88 kilos. This made me a bit sad after all that I had gone through so my wife and me decided to play a little game of "The biggest Loser." This didnt really work that well as I lost only 2.4 kilos over 22 weeks. Then I started working and with the combined fasting of ramdan I have managed to lose 6.4 kilos over the last 4 weeks. This morning when I weighed myself I found I was 80 kilos.

Now I just have to start exercising regularly so that I continue to lose weight and gain some muscle tone again and reach my target weight of 65 kilos. Wish me luck!

Weird Al Yankovic - White and Nerdy

Weird Al spoofs Chamillionaire's Riding Dirty. LOL