Incidentally, I have also developed a rather peculiar self-preference since the first time I was introduced to a 386 and WordStar4.0 many years back. I don't know about you guys, I found my ideas flow flawlessly and faster if I type rather than trying to scribble them on a piece of paper. It seems the microprocessor inside my brain (most probably yours too) works super duper fast, at a fraction of milliseconds presumably, the muscle and quick reflexes of my hand is relatively a mere sloth and just could not match with the speedy flow of brain nerves.
In ordinary and normal folk like us, fortunately this brain-muscle type of relationship works with harmony. Obviously we don't want this complicated balance become disrupted. As I also noticed quite a few of our own kind, which in most cases is quite rare, seem to suffer from the speech-abnormality syndrome - you talk first then only you think. The muscle and reflexes work faster than the brain. In a layman term this would fit into a term called 'mulut tempayan'. Luckily it is quite curable. If this unlucky individual live during the legendary Megat Panji Alam era, a hard slap on the face would easily do.
After some heavy raining for the past few days and upon checking that the Air Pollution index in Shah Alam reported to be of a moderate scale and quite tolerable by the sun seekers, I decided to invite my staffs and few colleagues to join me having a BBQ. It has been a while since the last time we had a BBQ and the students' last day of which attached to my place since a couple of months ago seems a good reason to unpack the BBQ set and set it on fire.
I have no idea whatever they are thinking but it seems everybody, big and small are enjoying their simple dishes. With a striking pose that resemble a praying mantis in one of his favourite Kung Fu film, Brother Jon (wearing the compulsary Thursday-batik attire) looks like he had just hit a bright idea and ready to share with other. Voila!
Despite the many calling to this service provider calling center and following the instruction from the different operators each time we called them, the problem could never being solved. No harm and no heart feeling of course. That is what the call center is for in the first place- a center for you to call and get acquaintance with or having intimate chat with a stranger at the other end of the line (obviously this has nothing to do with a blogger friend who live in Bandar Utama :). Luckily this good samaritan, an IT genius who knows precisely the different between the LAN and the WAN, had saved our days and got us hooked back into the cyberworld. Thanks a zillion mate!