the personal blog of C.K.Koay
Irrelevant and self-serving snippets of my personal life.
My youngest daughter’s school production of “Chitty Chitty Bang Bang” was staged a couple of weeks ago and the thing I’ll miss most has almost nothing to do with the musical. It’s the twice-weekly sojourn to school to pick her up after rehearsals in the late afternoon. I’d clear my calendar, set up shop in a Zus café nearby and work until the text arrived telling me it was time to come and get her. It was a good gig.
Continue reading “The Scottish Turkey Farmer”
Danny’s bot, Jarvis, referred to him as “Laosai Maximus”.
The message was in response to the conversations that we had been having in a WhatsApp group chat. When Danny saw the reply and complained, Jarvis was entirely unapologetic about it.
We recently had a new addition to the family. His name is Cabbage.
Named by Charlize, my youngest, who in a moment of inspiration, also put forward two other names for contention: Constipation and Chlamydia. I like Constipation but dreaded the other because I will not appreciate responding to, “the doctor will see the owner with Chlamydia now.” during my future sojourns to the vet.
Continue reading “Cabbage, Cora, Claude and Codex”
It starts with a flash in mind. Shortly, a steady rumble can felt at the bottom of your gut. Before you know it, all you can think about is food.
Scientists call it borborygmi. Sounding deceivingly like some wrapped Korean delicacy, the term simply means hunger pangs.
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What are your “settings” when you absolutely must get work done?
Mine involves music, an endless supply of coffee, tea or water within arm’s reach, my trusty Logitech MX Master 3s mouse, a large widescreen monitor and absolutely zero interruptions.
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Recently, we embarked on a long overdue decluttering of our home.
Cheryl considers me a hoarder, a term I find hard to refute. I do sometimes see myself as an archivist of all things with future potential utility. I do keep the packaging from all my gadgets. Not just the box but also the documentation, receipts, inner cardboard scaffolding and yes, even the little silica gel packet that sternly warns DO NOT EAT, as if I had plan to live for a prolonged period of time in a sauna.
Continue reading “A Hoarder’s Tale of Decluttering”