I'm back

where do i start...(let's start with good news first)

so finally, my best friends marriage has come and gone. man can't believe it (to a certain extend la). the whole event was a blast. i got completely wasted on both days. what an event. the most funny thing about both days was that, Ric and Shenn had asked me to show them my 'bestman' speech before hand. me, being me, didn't and winged it on both days. and everytime i went up for the bestman's speech they both of them had this 'please don't say anything bad' look on their faces. MUAHAHAHAHAHA....

(damn sudden;y got nothing to say already)

later...

*sniff snifff

i've neglected you bloggie... I'm sorry.

i will make it up to you, not now but soon.

so it has finally happened...

3 months is not that bad of a run eh? i mean we all knew eventually i was gonna push it. me being the guy, who's always gonna look for that extra gear in everything, see how far it'll go before it breaks. sometimes i ask myself what is it i want out of everything? i rarely get an answer. then again, should i?

i've always had a very rational sense towards a lot of things. i see things in ways not many can. the phrase "walk a mile in his shoes" kinda sums how i react to things. but i guess me trying to get others to walk a mile in my shoes is almost close to impossible. see things the way i do, listen to things the way i do...in all aspects, to be me. indeed i'm somewhat of a dictator trying to turn people into zombies of myself. i should let them react in ways they want to and behave in manner they ought to. i mean or else, how else are they to be identified as individuals.

okay okay...

i guess, what i'm really trying to say is (here goes); I'm sorry

HINDRAF???

i live in a country where, the fact that i was born in this country is not good enough, i am still a second class citizen. i live in a country where i will always be ignored, always be labeled a monority and always be deprived of my rights.

what do i do about it? do i fight it or do i just go about my live...?

aiirrrghh...walk ta plank, matey!!!

have you ever been in a situation at work, when another department is causing you some losses and you are suffering for it? what do you do? well see i'm always trying to be 'Mr. Nice Guy'. and especially being new, it's not gonna help me if i go guns blazzing into another managers room, giving them instructions.

in my situation i thought it'd be more suitable for my boss to speak to them. you know, i'd be more political about the whole issue; let the elephants clash. so me being a happy smurf 'la la lalala laaa' wen't took some data, then dropped a mail to my boss. so at the end of the mail i said;

'Please help address this issue'

the outcome was so not what i expected, this is what my boss replied to me;

'The statement “Please help address this issue” sounds like you’re giving your boss an action item'

alamak. kena shot down by my own Captain. man over board!!!! well who knows, maybe he had the best intentions in mind, you know, trying to teach me to be more ruthless and approach the other department myself or you know maybe he's telling me, you're no longer 'the new guy', so stop coming crying to me with everything. so i says to him;

'Ooppps…no offence intended. Just thought it’d be more affective if you told her instead of me, ‘the new guy’

then he gives me the answer of the century laaaaa;

'Start getting to know her. She’s cute!!'

i'm starting to think i'm gonna like working here...

Rise of the "Anonymous I"

so 1 Anonymous I, finally had the cheeks to say something (no Tiru, i'm not talking about you [you're a fake Anonymous I]). even though 'her' comments were not directly directed to me. still a comment is still a comment;

Anonymmous I: 'We've lost 1 to the chinese...'
Hendrix: 'not the chinese, women in general, we want those who appreciate us, nothing to do with the color of their skin'

maybe she had someone in mind for me? how else can one woman define a lost if it had nothing to with her. screw color of the skin, women are a whole lot fickle when it comes to losing out to another of their own kind, regardless of shape, size, colors or even measurements for that matter. one woman will not regret the loss of a man, if she herself did not want him for some purposes or rather something along those lines. it's utter bullshit or pretentious of her if she felt the lost for others. (now men on the other hand, if he mourns the lost of a woman he never had to another guy, he just wanted her Punani, period!)

Gimme (More) - Britney Spears

i have a confesion to make; everytime i hear this song, my hip starts shaking, my feet starts tapping and my head starts nodding (admit it..you guys do it too!!). well you have to say, Britney will a lil access flesh on her, still got it.

Man's Greatest Checklist

The most destructive habit....................... Worry
The greatest Joy............................... Giving
The greatest loss.......... ...... Loss of self-respect
The most satisfying work......... ...... Helping others
The ugliest personality trait............. Selfishness
The most endangered species..... .... Dedicated leaders
Our greatest natural resource........ ....... Our youth
The greatest “shot in the arm"........ .. Encouragement
The greatest problem to overcome........ ......... Fear
The most effective sleeping pill......... Peace of mind
The most crippling failure disease..... ....... Excuses
The most powerful force in life........ .......... Love
The most dangerous pariah................... A gossiper
The world's most incredible computer......... The brain
The worst thing to be without..... ......... ..... Hope
The deadliest weapon........................ The tongue
The two most power filled words................ "I Can"
The greatest asset....... ......... ......... ... Faith
The most worthless emotion..... ......... .. Self- pity
The most beautiful attire....................... SMILE!
The most prized possession......... ......... Integrity
The most powerful channel of communication. .... Prayer
The most contagious spirit......... ........ Enthusiasm
The most important thing in life.......... Almighty GOD

God vs Women

A man walking along a Californian beach was deep in prayer. All of a sudden, he shouted out loud;

"Lord, grant me one wish."

The sky clouded above his head and in a booming voice, the Lord said:

"Because you have tried to be faithful to me in all ways, I will grant you one wish."

He said:

"Build a bridge to Hawaii so I can drive over anytime I want."

The Lord said:

"Your request is very materialistic. Think of the enormous challenges for that kind of undertaking. The supports required to reach the bottom of the Pacific! The concrete and steel it would take! I can do it, but it is hard for me to justify your desire for worldly things. Take a little more time and think of another wish, a wish you think would honor and glorify me."

He thought about it for a long time. Finally he said:

"Lord, I wish that I could understand women. I want to know how they feel inside, what they are thinking when they give the silent treatment, why they cry, what they mean when they say 'nothing', and how I can make a woman truly happy."

The Lord replied:

"You want two lanes or four lanes on that bridge?"

my currency can

finding your place in an organization is a very critical stage, especially when you're starting out new in a place. i remember my first job in Melacca, it was crazy when they didn't know how to utiliza me and i was practically ignored my entire stay there. to be honest that was my reason to move.

here i am finally close to home, not much to spend on expenses, a nice fat salary at the end of the day (not that i am settling just for this) i find myself back to square one. where is my place in Texas Instruments? i was handling operations, then i was not, then i was then i wasn't. okay, i can understand i'm new and i can easily fit into any corner your put me in. and one thing it's interesting, i'm meeting a whole bunch of people and expanding my network in the organization. best of all, i can deny everything tomorrow cause i'm not permenantly handling some project, MUAHAHAHAHA (smart also).

let's review. it's been 2 and half months now in TI, i've been chased out of a meeting, i've called an unacceptable and i've been screw a couple of times. well overall it's not to bad. i see prospects, i see growth. next what i wanna see is investment. i badly need training man. i can honestly say i am struggling because of lack of training. the whole gung-ho learn yourself, 'we'll dump you in the ocean and you swim' method is not working for me. TRAIN ME, I'M WILLING TO LEARN.......

My 3 Wives

Pinky was a real woman. remember what Ludacris says; 'You wanna woman on the streets but a freak in the bed', that she was. she took it deep, she took it hard. she never complaint; i was hard on her and she never said she didn't wanna do it that way or this way yet when it was done, she got up and stood there like the perfect dame she was. i remember when first got her her Momo boots, me and her took a walk down Bangsar Telawi street. Man, the stares she and i got that night. she was a hot piece of ass. from her name you'd think she was this bimbo blonde but oh in reality she was elegant and had panache like the first lady daytime talk show. i miss her. i miss they was she saddled me into herself and allowed me to take her to her highest revs and rev, oh her revs. her sweet moans of pleasure and they way she nodded in agreement for more and more. faster and faster, deeper and deeper...GIVE IT TO ME BABY!

(damn...)

years later when i met Vicky, i quite never got over Pinky or they way she made me feel. but i was loyal to Vicky. she tried hard to do everything i wanted. she was no freak in the bed but you had to give it to her for trying. one thing though, Vicky had the ass of a million dollars. she was not demanding, she never once asked for something. Pinky did, she wanted something, boy she'll let you know in ways you'd regret not getting it for her before she said something. Vicky was quiet, homely and every ready to serve, unlike Pinky who demanded foreplay upfront.
Vicky has left for bigger and better things, i should have treated her better, i should have told her how i felt when i had the chance but it's too late now.

i've met someone new, Salma. i can't say much about Salma, we've only known each other for less than two weeks now. one thing i can say is i can feel her hunger for me to rev her up. she's a seductress and it's taking me all i can to restrain myself from pumping her with a full head of steam. Salma doesn't really have that million dollar ass like Vicky or the overall Duchess'ness of Pinky. one thing i can say about Salma; she looks hot in black!

The G-Spot

The Gräfenberg spot (or G-spot), is a small area in women behind the pubic bone surrounding the urethra and accessible through the anterior wall of the vagina. It is putatively an erogenous zone that when stimulated leads to high levels of sexual arousal and powerful orgasms. There is a great deal of dispute about the reality of the G-spot in the scientific community. Most of the strong support for the claim comes from books aimed at a popular audience. The term "G-spot" was coined by Addiego et al. in 1981. It is named after the German gynaecologist Ernst Gräfenberg who is claimed to have first hypothesized the existence of such an area in 1950. The G-spot didn't enter public consciousness until a year later with the publication of the book “The G Spot and Other Recent Discoveries About Human Sexuality”. Shortly after the publication of Ladas' book many professional gynaecologists publicly criticized its scholarship and accuracy.

The purported location of the G-spot has changed over time. Two primary methods have been used to attempt to locate it. The first is based on self-reported levels of arousal during stimulation and the second based on the claim that stimulation of the G-spot leads to female ejaculation. One of the studies using self-reported levels of arousal was a case study with a single woman who claimed the experience of a “deeper” orgasm when her G-spot was stimulated. In the published study it was reported that stimulation of the anterior vaginal wall made the area grow by fifty percent. Another study examined eleven women in an attempt to locate the spot under laboratory conditions. Researchers attempted to find the G-spot by “palpating the entire vagina in a clockwise fashion”. Using this technique the researchers reported discovering that four of the women had highly sensitive areas on the anterior vaginal wall.

Immediately after publication of Ladas et. al's book professional gynaecologists were skeptical of the reality of the G-spot. In a 1983 Time Magazine article about the G-spot and recent book, Dr. J. Jones Stewart, a gynaecologist was quoted as saying all evidence pointed to the fact that there was no G-spot. Specifically he pointed out that women that had the area (that supposedly contained the G-spot) surgically removed, reported no loss of sensation.

Despite professional and scientific criticism and skepticism the concept of a G-spot was met with wide-spread acceptance in the public. One study reports that 84 percent of women believe that there is a “highly sensitive area” in the vagina. Most popular books on sexuality discuss the G-spot as a reality.

However, to date, all attempts of scientific or empirical investigation into the reality of the G-spot have turned up nothing or highly questionable results. Tests that examined the innervation of the vaginal wall show that there is no area that has an increased number of nerve endings. A recent study investigating 110 biopsy specimens from 21 women concluded the absence of vaginal location with increased nerve density. Proponents are also criticized for putting too much reliance on anecdotal evidence. The few studies that have tried to locate it using more precise means have mostly turned up no results. The few that have returned positive evidence are criticized for using small sample sizes and questionable methods.

This community service message was brought to you by DeadMan Walking 'A believer and founder of a G-spot'...

Selamat malam, Encik...boleh tolong buka booth?

seeing how last night was Ric's birthday, we all went out just to grab a couple of beers and a bite. afterward on our way back, there was a road block and the coppers told me to pull to the side. being me i thought he was waving me to go thru and i did. then realized no, he was asking me to stop. dude, tells me to open my trunk, so i do. then tell me go get down and i do as well. as i walk to the rear of my car, he tells me;

Copper: Wah booth ini lebih besar dari yang lama ahhh?
Me: yeah
Copper: baru angkat ke?
Me: yeah
Copper: berapa ah sekarang?
Me: XX,XXX
Copper: bagus ah ini kereta, mesti la, Toyota kannn....
Me: yeah

also dumbfound in the car were Ric. Shenn, Ash and Michelle. whom all had to show the other copper their IC (whom didn't ask to see mine, nor my driving license). funny thing is i had not sticked my Roadtax on my windscreen and the coppers could have booked me for that but instead they were more interested in the new Vios!!!!

B-Balling Canine

Baby: Hey you....you looking at me?!!!


Baby: I smell Rubber....orange, round play thingy rubber!!!


Baby: ORANGE ROUND PLAY THINGY RUBBER!!!! 'BARK BARK'


Baby: I gotcha...you're not getting away from me!!!


Baby: Watch me dribble, past you lawn chair!!!


Baby: I'm the queen of the court!!!


Baby: She passes one, she passes two. She shoots, she scoorrrreesss!!!


Baby: Hey Orange Round Play Thingy, are you dead...how come you no bouncy no more?


Baby: I'm tired, i killed the dangerous Orange Round Play thingy....


Baby: ehhh, what's that?


Baby: What happened to the Silver Take Me Places Thingy?


Baby: Black Take Me Places Thingy smells weird!


Baby: Nevermind, i approve...oh chauffeur, take me to the lake, I'd like to go swimming today!!!


funny thing happened to me last night concerning my car, tell ya later. now go play with Baby!!!

Crusade of the Anonymous Cs'

Anonymous C : "i saw in ur frenster, u dating an Indian? "
M: yes i am.
Anonymous C : "y ah? Indian woh.... ur parents don mind"
M: No, they don't. Im crazy about him and so is he.
Anonymous C : "ooo,...where did u all meet? "
M: he's an ex-Flexian
Anonymous C : "then, when u two want to marry how ah? culture difference? "
M: ALAMAK! I've told u enough. Don't intrude my privacy!

why is it i never get harassed? where are all the rude intrusion by my peeps, The Anonymous Is'. why have they not taken up the cause of crusading against me? have the Anonymous Is' had a paradigm shift? have they truly accepted the movements of the revolution? or are the afraid that this Indian doesn't take nonsense as an excuse for small talk? maybe i am too much of a celebrity, heaheahehae!! until next time, stay tune, same Anonymous C time, same Anonymous C channel. be good!

(ps. all those Anonymous Is' reading: DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT!)

Talks between the Pink Perianth...

all men (who have 2 cents for a brain) knows women go gaga over flowers. with the power of knowledge over such a fact, comes great responsibility; you've gotta ask yourself a few questions before getting her flowers. for instance;

1. the million dollar question: Whats her favorite flowers?

2. the hundred thousand dollar question: How much do you spend on it?
(too expensive, she's gonna think you're showing off or trying to buy her attention, too cheap she gonna think, (yup you guessed it); you're cheap)

3. the ten thousand dollar question: When do you give it to her?
(when you've done something wrong; gives her the impression you assume you can get outta trouble just by buying her flowers. random acts occasionally is sweet, do it too often, she's gonna get freaked out, or think you're dating a florist on the side)

4. the thousand dollar question: What do you say, when you give a woman flowers?
(a. My, love....these here flowers do not do justice to the beauty that has captivated my heart from the day i met you.... [to cheesy]. b. *just slide it over to her and give a cheeky smile [weirdo]. c. *in a cool way just hand it to her and say 'ohh, something i picked out, while changing my engine oil in on my Chevy big block' [bleeeehhhhh]. d. gotta figure this one out carefully, just mumble something when she's all awed by the flowers)

5. the ten dollar question: What does she do with the flowers?
(if she takes it and immediately puts it in water, she's just overly concern for flowers. she throws it aside and goes gaga over you, she's just amazed at the fact you actually bought her flowers. if she's just doesn't say anything but smiling a lot and turning pink in certain areas, DUDE, YOU'RE GETTING LUCKY TONIGHT!!!)

finally.

6. the one dollar question: What do you do after you've given her flowers?
(this i'll leave for you to stumble, fall, break your necks once or twice and learn for yourselves [i could be pretending to know the answer or just genuinely broken my neck more than once].)

Flower Boy, saying Adios....

Such A Night - Elvis Presley

anyone watched the movie '3000 Miles from Graceland'? well those who did will remember this part at the end of the movie. althought the King was never really popularly known for this song, it's one of my favs.

Hello S-Type

eventually you knew this was coming...

buh bye to my (it was a really good car though) auntified Vios. now say hello to my suped-up Auntified Vios. (alamak, is this even worst than i think it is?)

when am i gonna get my hands back again on a 2.0litre, big bang engine that just roars with power at the tap of the accelerator, when, whennnnnnnnnnn???

Life Guards Bathroom Break

whats been up ya'll...

i'm back into the graveyard shift again, work sucks but i can't complain. how do you tell yourself every morning to do better today? how do you look yourself in the mirror and say, i'm going to be productive, pro-active, pro-whatever else there is...how? i do it all and at the end of the day i feel inadequate, i feel like there was something more i could have done, like i'm slacking in a few places...well enough of work.

my no BKT for a month came to an end last weekend. meet up with Ric and Shenn for lunch (with Michelle). whenever the brady bunch met up, it' always end up in conversations about auditing, cause these guys are mosty auditors or ex-auditors. seeing how Michelle is not and auditor i thought the auditing conversations would reduce, turns out, now they're talking about chinese dramas..alamakkkkkkkk!!! (tall, volouptous, big boobed indian girl [non auditor], where are you?) heahehae.....

we had our moment of truth, once again..it's all about testing me. the tests keep on pilling on me, and why i ask. in reference to my last post as well. why is it that we're often tested (especially me). i hate to be tested and yet i myself always test everything, muahahahaha...human nature i guess.

Buh Bye...Vios

Life will...

...always find a way to fuck you over, no matter who you are, what you did, when you did it, where you are and how you got there; FACTS of life!

Long long ago, in ancient times (when sms's cost 7cents and not 6cents)...

i was seeing woman A, things were good but somehow things became complicated and pretty fucked up when we discovered she still had feelings for her ex. i somehow found it in me to tell her to go back to him if she felt that strongly about him...strangely enough woman A did. but we still hung out a lot..and i mean a lot. then one thing led to another woman A started to fall for me AND have feeling for her ex.

me being typically me told myself i should stop seeing woman A, for obvious reasons, so i started dating woman B. during this period woman A was going thru a lot of stuff in her life..so me being me (always thinking i'm doing the right thing but not necessarily the best thing) decided not to tell her i had started seeing someone else. then finally i did tell her (can't remember how exactly)...

(damn it's complicating..even i'm losing the plot)...

now along the way, before i went out with woman B, i did talk to woman A (she left the country on a vacation and it gave me sometime to think about stuff) and i told her i'd still like to give us a chance but she said no. and she said she was not gonna see either me or her ex. then months later she told me (after i sproached her again with my ingenius idea) she was back together with her ex. so i persued woman B and what a disaster did that turned out.

woman B was a raving phsycopath. she would do things that would give you nightmares. (no doubt she was tall, volupteous and bloody stacked) but none the less the was two clicks away from the wacko land. somehow me seeing woman B infuriated woman A...it appealed to her as though i was cheating on her!! i know i know....

woman A and i got into a few chats and one thing led to another, she ended up telling me how she felt and to my suprise how she felt about me. just to recap, when i wanted her she didn't, when she wanted me i was with someone else. so things with woman B seriously took a slump. Madam 'half boiled egg' drove me insane and i walked out on the relationship (if you'd call it that). so me the idiot approached woman A again...to the FUCK hell SHIT, she tells me she's back with her ex again.....BLEHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

this was a time i had to just walk away from everything...just than woman B approaches me and says, she wasn't serious the last time and now wants to give another chance and she truly wants to try...i put my foot down and said no.

(fast forward back to 6cents sms')

i'm now attached. happily too...very happily attached (should i stress this again). yes, very very happily attached, to a wonderful person (brownie points i hope)...and i come to know on the same day...woman A is not seeing her ex and is gonna be forced into marriage, arranged and woman B met someone, arranged and is getting married...

anyone wanna have Bah Ku Teh for breakfast, i'm on a one month no BKT oath. maybe it's cause of all the no pork this is all happening. I NEED PORK!! I NEED PORK!!! I NEED PORK!! I NEED PORK!!! I NEED PORK!! I NEED PORK!!! I NEED PORK!! I NEED PORK!!! I NEED PORK!! I NEED PORK!!! I NEED PORK!! I NEED PORK!!! I NEED PORK!! I NEED PORK!!!

(throw a little beef into it along the way too....)

does Santa need another helper?

i was thinking.....(on a long shot laaaaa) this whole Manufacturing Industry thingy, maybe...just maybe...it's not my thing. everyday is a war zone and i'm not really comfortable with people calling me at home on my off days asking about work.

i'm curled up with Shell, and suddenly i gotta talk about work and try and solve something, send people msg's and get them to go look at it, kinda sickening. i know it takes a different breed of people to be in this industry but seriously, maybe i'm not cut-out for it?

i know i can do a lot of thing...i know that much i am capable but hey, does that mean i gotta start all over from scratch, aiyaaaaa!!! i wanna do something creative, like building models or coming up with new toys, now that is awesome. i know what's my dream job...Resort Manager to a get-away resort on a tropical island...(with a warp speed train to bring me back to technology whenever i want!). an island where only tall, voluptous and stacked women come to sunbath and they always demand the resort manager to oil them up on the sand...

okay okay...enough dreaming. time to go check on my line

on the graveyard

"i'm too old for this shit"

remember that phrase? well i do (MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA). so to speak i'm finally living my dreams of the living prince of darkness. i love working on the night shift. when i'm off to work, i've got 'when the night....has come' playing in my head.

just too bad they don't have a really good vending machine in my company. one that sells sneaker and kit kats (damn i miss my uni days). you know what i miss the most are the sandwiches, ohhhhh, they are seriously 'to kill your aunty's ex-boyfriend for' delicious. and i'm talking about the ones that are all ready made and packed, not the fresh ones like you get in SubWay or something like that....grab one in the morning, then sneakers for lunch then chips and gravy for pre dinner...then the fun part of making my own dinner. well back to my bitching; i so wish they sold sandwiches like that here!!!

anyways, the only downside to being on shift is i'm missing my weekends with Michelle....(and my Champions League matches [duhhh...{had to go write that down}])

the first...

the first fight
the first fart between the both of you
the first kiss
the first moment of awkwardness
the first moment of silence
the first time your hands touch
the first time you accidentally touch at all
the first disapproval
the first sign of separation
the first naughty thoughts
the first quicksand moment
the first edgy conversation
the first scene of skin
the first blush
the first date
the first sexy proposal
the first embarrassing moment
the first announcement
the first sign he/she is trying
the first sign he/she is pretending
the first attempt
the first sweat between the two of you
the first uncomfortable moment
the first meetings of the opposites
the first sign of childishness
the first indiscretion for either one
the first sorry
the first 'i love you'
the first 'ohh i wanna tap that *ss'
the first 'you hang up first'
the first 'your needs more important than mine izzit?'
the first 'ARE YOU INSANE!!!'
the first 'wanna fool around'
the first time he opened the doors for her
the first walk on the beach/park/whatever
the first 'darling, how do you know?'
the first 'i read it somewhere'
the first 'i gotta get out of here...'
the first AUCHHH...
the first chicken soup moment
the first wanna go together
the first 'i am not used to this'
the first 'lets do something crazy!'
the first he bang/she bang story
the first 'about my ex.....'
the first 'you are way outta line there....'
the first motherly/fatherly touch
the first flower
the first 'you jump, i jump' movie
the first Cornetto together
the first Cornetto apart...

and it goes on and on until the first comes no more

Alcoholics Anonymous

at first glance, we'll be thinking;
'A Guinness man...'

then after a second look;
'wow... he's got a empty beer mug infront of him and now he's going for Guinness'



after a third glance;
'what is he doing mixing Guiness with a glass of milk for?'

then after a fourth and final analysis;
'now i get it....what's white like milk and goes well with Guinness, sold at seafood restaurants?'

and for those who were not there and do not know the good looking dude in the picture, they'd think;
'bloody indian, only know how to drink!!!'

center stage

will the stares stop? will they accept us for who we are? won't they just let us be?

i've often considered myself a controversial person. i know the things i do often offend people and the things i say cannot the accepted by the masses. it takes a special mind to understand where i am coming from and why i say or do the things i do....

but staring at me (at us) in public, is down right rude of the community. and i thought Malaysia has surpassed this sort of things?

Caffeine never felt this good....

what's been up, y'all...

i've been a bad blogger these days...i need to talk to my bloggie more often.

so lets see whats been up in my world of constant bickering. work is kinda getting edgy, the expectation and demands over me have pilled the pressure on. to be honest i was warned that this is how they run things. the don't take kindly to slackers and they live by the motto 'It's all about results'. so i came prepared for the ass whooping i'm getting on a daily basis. the poeple at work have been really awesome. though sometimes they're just to busy themselves to be nurturing me under their wings, i can live with that, i guess...

what else,

something major in this asshole's live; he found someone. yes yes...i've started dating again. see the story of how we met is really interesting. sounds more like a movie or sorta. so apparently she and i had joined my last company at the same time. we were in our induction together but we didn't notice each other. then we had trainings together (two to be exact) but still we had not noticed each other. then towards the end of my stay we were in the same project together and only now we had come to know who we were but still only on a name sake basis. she was in the test team and he was in the process team. eventually the time had come for me to leave the company and move on. (being typically me) i sent out my farewell email. she liked what i had written and she replied, also adding me on her IM.

so after leaving the job and she and i quite constantly kept in-touch via IM, and emails blah blah blah...eventually, i sorta started to like her, the way she sounded, she's the smart type. (so being typically me, again) i asked her out and she said yes. we're on our 5th date and so far is going great. we've learnt we have so much in common and the fact how we missed each other on 3 different occasions and only now realizing it (which is what i said sounds like the movie part). she likes the oldies just like him...interesting. well don't wanna jinx it by saying too much. keep you updated from time to time. though, being in the courtship stage is really really fun, heahahae....

lately i've been talking to Mohan more and more. the dude is a real inspiration to me. he's a dude who is just to good to be real, he is untouched and when he starts telling me about his experiences first hand, when he is experiencing it for the first time, he sounds so pure and i'm amazed at how much he has learned and grown over the last 2 years since i known him. he just recently broke up (first love thing) and i am seeing things of my past thru his pains, which sorta helps me relate to what he is going thru and helps me over come my past and helping him see the way to enlightenment as i did. i only wish is that he doesn't take as long as i did. i grow through our conversations...i guess he is sorta becoming my Navein. which reminds me about another dude who has been such an influence and is a no action lately, dude, come home!!!

brings me back to the topic of friends; Ricardo and Shenn are getting married at the end of the month. WOW!!! it's just started to sink in i guess. i have always long wondered how is it that i could once see myself there and now not...maybe time will tell. but i am amazed at the courage of people who decide to tie the knot. which reminds me Eleanor is getting married too. i'm going broke giving people Ang Pau's this year. i've already attended 8 weddings and i got 2 more to go!!! aiyoooo. which reminds me, hoi Ric you owe me a 100 for manesh's ang pau. maybe next time i'll give poeple like a dried leaf or something instead of money...TI pay me my salary quickly laaaaa!!! (got dates to go to)

sharing is caring...

she shared gossip with me!!! thats a whole new stage ain't it...

but honestly i've never heard that analogy before; if a woman shares gossip with you, then you're someone close. generally i've always thought women love to gossip, heahehaeha...

this is for making fun of....

my Barney and Friends song...

from....

where i sit....

i just hate it....

i finally had the courage to say what i wanted to say for the past 4 months now. i should be liberated, i should be ecstatic, i should be a lot of things but the one thing i shouldn't is exactly how i feel.

i did the right thing today but i feel horrible about it. the pain is so consuming that i've lost feeling of it. i hate it that i've done the right thing!

so i finally...

...left this:



for what?

i feel so used. it's hard (actually quite simple) to explain. i just feel so cheap and worthless. i feel i should 'lower my expectation' like a whole chapter lower it, lower it...i'm trough with the selfless acts. it's all me from now on. goodbye life, i'm off to live one!

i love the solitariness

isn't it great when you're left all alone when you're doing your job. just me and my technicians doing what we do best. i love this...

it's when we have a bunch of idiotic morons a.k.a. MANAGERS show up and start giving me a bunch of ideas they think is a great epiphany, dumb bozos, couldn't tell the difference from their foot and their shoes. every single of them think they're the Einstein of Manufacturing.

well as long as i ignore them, i'm in peace, MUAHAHAHAHA.....

The order of pheonix???

i don't get the Harry Porter craze, can somebody explain?

Apek: eh wanna watch Harry Porter ahh?
Me: well i guess if you dragged my arse for Charlotte's Web, i think i can do Harry Porter

but i'll be honest, i've not been following the Harry Porter thing. i went for the first one and slept in the cinema, my gf (then) had to elbow me cause i was snoring. Navein and Nirpal dragged me for 3rd one, can't remember which one is that but it's the one with the flying gryphon.

but here's the best part of all the craze of harry porter. the actually made a porn movie called Harry's Porters, HAHAHAHAH.....but honestly i don't fancy the whole movie, though someone told me there's a hot chick in this one, hmmm...

why don't you take me to

Crazy Town, which is where i live!!!

so this morning on my way to work, i saw a guy in his boxers and nothing else BUT his boxers standing by the shoulder of the road. now if you thought that weird. 2 nights ago i saw a woman adjusting her boobs in the park. she practically took her boobs out, adjusted her bra and put them back in. she was stacked so i'm not complaining...

but i seriously think my neighborhood has had it...

i need a date

for a wedding on the 1st Sept, any takers?

Invest in a woman

It's a great fortune to invest your time in a woman, especially a good woman. If you are an experienced man, you would certainly agree with me. Women are peculiar species. If you have succeeded in conquering her heart, she will ceaselessly sacrifice for you till the end of your life. Just think over, you just spend a little of your time to go out for dinner with her, watch a movie or give her a simple gift, or say a few words to touch her heart or you promise her that you will bring happiness till the end of her life, or take time to help her kill some cockroaches in the kitchen, or sometimes spend some efforts helping her to carry some heavy stuff, or to open the car door for her. Continue to do all the above things and care for her well-being for 2 to 3 years to come....

What do you get in return? You will be amazed to find that you have a woman whom would continue to care for your well-being for the rest of your life. She will wait for you at the door steps with a naïve and sweet smile each time when you meet her (of course, you don't get the sweet smile when you are arguing with her), nevertheless, she would still prepare a warm dinner for you after the heated argument has faded away. The greatest of all things she has done for her life, is to give birth to your child (of course, the unbearable pain need not be mentioned here). She would continue to care and feed the child that carry your surname for many years to come no matter how naughty your child would be.

On top of that, she also does the thing you that hated the most, i.e. doing housework, washing your clothes, sleep your child and tossing alone in the bedroom waiting for you at night for your return. For some of you, you would rather spend some time drinking with your friends at the bar and telling her that you have important assignments in the office, letting her to wait for your return in the living room till the wee hours of the morning .

When you are down, she will be the first to encourage you. When you are happy, she would be the first to feel for your happiness before you open your mouth to tell her by looking at your face. When you achieve some good results at work or assignments, she feels the happiness with all her heart and pray to God to protect and bless you with more successes in the future. Despite all the above, you repay her by asking her to talk less and tell her not to bother your work. You ask her to sleep when she wanted to spend some precious time with you sharing with some simple happenings of the day. Sometimes, you are too proud to take her out when you are out with your friends. Can you feel that the suffering that she has to endure for the next 30 years of her life staying with someone like you?

And for men, for the next 30 years, what do you do to repay her gratitude; you are only capable to continue to do what you know...to work. Please continue to appreciate the woman of your life..If you noticed that if there any women whom start to show some sacrifices to you, your door to the days of happiness has opened before you ..Please grab the opportunity to share the happiness with her and help her to be the man of her dreams..

i recieved this in an email today, anyone care to rebate this?

movie mania...

oh i finally watched all the blockbusters...

Shrek 3, watched
Pirates of the Caribbean 3, watched

and a shocker,

Surf's Up, watched

which brings me to the fact the dude who plays the voice of the lead character in Surf's Up is Shia Labeouf. the dude plays the lead in Disturbia and Transformers. now how many summer movies did this guy make?

on a totally different note, is it just me or is Hilary Swank hot. i mean you don't see much of her on the covers of magazines like Angelina Jolie or Beyonce. okay, it's just me then. i think Hilary Swank is hot.

oh yeah, and another one of the Kensettians is getting married. oh man, i'm definitely getting old. and i was reminded to get a date for Ric's wedding. few things to scratch out this time around; no.1 don't be the only indian in a chinese wedding. no.2 if i am, then bring a date and no.3 don't wear a black suit.

French Grand Prix...

the last one at Magny-Cour???

well it was well worth watching Ferrari charge back to the front (in your face McLaren). it was also amazing to see Michael Schumacher at the pits, now the official word is he is the teams race advisor, sort of like a mentor to the drivers and the race directors but the unofficial word is that he is secretly testing the car and heavily involved in the car set-up for raceday. i dunno, could be true (boy i wish he is back into the corkpit of a Ferrari)

but i'll be honest, since last year i've had a new admiration for Fernando Alonso. he is definitely the new 'no guts, no glory' drive of Formula One. every season there's bound to be one and for a very long time, we finally have one who is making it stick.

back to the title, if this is the last Magny-Cour race, definitely will miss it. Michael Schumacher won his championship there it 2002 beating non other than the man who took over his seat in Ferrari, Kimi Raikonen.

while i waited for lights to turn green

After watching Transformers, i drove back and at a traffic stop, i turned and noticed my vacant co-driver seat; i loved her, and so did she. (i'd like to think) circumstances tore us apart. now she is married and i still am stuck in ruck.

that was how i've always ended the conversation as to why i'm still single or explain my tattoos. to be honest it's always questionable do i still love her. to some extend i still miss her very much. i miss the time she held my arms and leans over my shoulders. i still remember when i took her to watch 'Lord of The Rings 3'. she was in a very mushy mood i guess. she made me feel like 'the worlds greatest catch' guy that night. holding on to my arms, telling me how she'd loved me from day 1 and will never stop, starring into my eyes and asking me if i loved her. i miss that. i miss squeezing into a single bed and holding onto her. planting my nose into her hair and my fingers into her bellybutton. i miss her touch, i miss her skin, i miss a lot of things about her. it's been 3 years now and i still ask myself if i still love her. knowing she has moved on with someone else and happily married, probably planning a family, can i still stand here and justify that i can still love her?

here it is; i guess i will always love her. she was my first love and will forever remain special in my heart. asnwering that question, i ask another; how do i move on from here?

i've made peace with the fact she will never come back to me. it was never mine in the first place. i've moved on and focused my life on things that are more material. getting a degree, getting a career. starting a life i'm starting to enjoy. but the continuous search for a replacements seems to be there. i don't want a replacement for her. thats not possible. i'd like to find someone new, someone whom i'd love and cherish for all the wrong or good reasons but be it for the reasons she makes and not ones that i justify with what i've lost.

the void left in me by her will never be filled, the pain and joy she left behind will never fade. unlike the world (which is very very small) the heart is a vast space just waiting to fill. we overcome sorrows by the thought that someday there will be joy and in time we feel the pain lesser and lesser. we find new people in our lives, we make new friends, new enemies. we set new goals, we even buy new toys to keep us busy. but the gapping void will never close, 60 years down the road, when you're senile, you will...i will ask myself the question, how would have my life been if i would have married her? and thats when it matters most. cause at that very moment, if can look back and say i'd trade everything just to relive the life i've chosen and lived until today, then i can cleary say, my purpose was well served. but today the gloomy thoughts of what if when that day comes and i say instead; 'i'd give it all up just to look at her brown pearly eyes just one more time'

...what then?

my topsy turvy battles to push the black hole i've suffered into recession has lead me to many new pages of turmoil, laughter, hate and anger, tummy tighteners and wonderful joys of bodily union. and sometimes i sit back and i tell myself, i like this and i want this for the rest of my life. i want this 'God's creation to hold my tv remote' to be by my side, everytime my eyes closes and everytime it opens. but i dunno if this is how she feels and honestly i doubt if it even resembles the slightest similarities. i've often wondered how valuable i am to the people i'm surrounded by? am i just an expandable asset, who once peaked it's depreciation value is not worth having around? or am i truly irreplaceable? i've often drawn the conclusion i'm just a very good page turner thats not worth a second read. as pathetic as that sounds i've not given up the fight for all the good things. i mean, who needs companionship when you have Butterscotch?

i've grown very affectionate to my family and my dogs over the last 2 years. i've seen a side of me thats really ugly and one that should never come out of the closet ever. i've seen the length of measure in me grow to things i'd hardly thought i'd do again for another woman. woman are indeed special and they do wonders to a man and i quote my hero, Col;

"Women! What can you say? Who made 'em? God must have been a fuckin' genius. The hair... They say the hair is everything, you know. Have you ever buried your nose in a mountain of curls... just wanted to go to sleep forever? Or lips... and when they touched, yours were like... that first swallow of wine... after you just crossed the desert. Tits. Hoo-ah! Big ones, little ones, nipples staring right out at ya, like secret searchlights. Mmm. Legs. I don't care if they're Greek columns... or secondhand Steinways. What's between 'em... passport to heaven. I need a drink. Yes, Mr Sims, there's only two syllables in this whole wide world worth hearing: pussy. Hah! Are you listenin' to me, son? I'm givin' ya pearls here."

i just love that movie, for one reason; it tells you life is always worth living, no matter what. just too bad, in reality i'm at the part where i yell out....

"I'm in the dark hereee....!!! you understand? I'm in the dark!!!"

okay i think after that line, there's no point in writing anymore. but i do somewhat remember her saying this to me when we had an argument once, 'stop living in movie lines...this is the real world!'

A Speech in Hyderabhad

Why is the media here so negative? Why are we in India so embarrassed to recognize our own strengths, our achievements? We are such a great nation. We have so many amazing success stories but we refuse to acknowledge them. Why? We are the first in milk production. We are number one in Remote sensing satellites. We are the second largest producer of wheat. We are the second largest producer of rice. Look at Dr.Sudarshan; he has transferred the tribal village into a self-sustaining, self-driving unit. There are millions of such achievements but our media is only obsessed in the bad news and failures and disasters.

I was in Tel Aviv once and I was reading the Israeli newspaper. It was the day after a lot of attacks and bombardments and deaths had taken place. The Hamas had struck. But the front page of the newspaper had the picture of a Jewish gentleman who in five years had transformed his desert into an orchid and a granary. It was this inspiring picture that everyone woke up to. The gory details of killings, bombardments, deaths, were inside in the newspaper, buried among other news.

In India we only read about death, sickness, terrorism, crime. Why are we so NEGATIVE? Another question: Why are we, as a nation so obsessed with foreign things? We want foreign T. Vs, we want foreign shirts. We want foreign technology. Why this obsession with everything imported. Do we not realize that self-respect comes with self-reliance? I was in Hyderabad giving this lecture, when a 14 year old girl asked me for my autograph. I asked her what her goal in life is. She replied: I want to live in a developed India. For her, you and I will have to build this developed India. You must proclaim. India is not an under-developed nation; it is a highly developed nation. Do you have 10 minutes? Allow me to come back with a vengeance. Got 10 minutes for your country? If yes, then read; otherwise, choice is yours.\

YOU say that our government is inefficient.
YOU say that our laws are too old.
YOU say that the municipality does not pick up the garbage.
YOU say that the phones don't work, the railways are a joke, the airline is the worst in the world, mails never reach their destination.
YOU say that our country has been fed to the dogs and is the absolute pits.
YOU say, say and say. What do YOU do about it?

Take a person on his way to Singapore. Give him a name - YOURS. Give him a face - YOURS. YOU walk out of the airport and you are at your International best. In Singapore you don't throw cigarette butts on the roads or eat in the stores. YOU are as proud of their Underground links as they are. You pay $5 (approx. Rs. 60) to drive through Orchard Road (equivalent of Mahim Causeway or Pedder Road) between 5 PM and 8 PM. YOU come back to the parking lot to punch your parking ticket if you have over stayed in a restaurant or a shopping mall irrespective of your status identity... In Singapore you don't say anything, DO YOU? YOU wouldn't dare to eat in public during Ramadan, in Dubai. YOU would not dare to go out without your head covered in Jeddah. YOU would not dare to buy an employee of the telephone exchange in London at 10 pounds (Rs.650) a month to, 'see to it that my STD and ISD calls are billed to someone else.’ YOU would not dare to speed beyond 55 mph (88 km/h) in Washington and then tell the traffic cop, 'Jaanta hai main kaun hoon (Do you know who I am?). I am so and so's son. Take your two bucks and get lost.' YOU wouldn't chuck an empty coconut shell anywhere other than the garbage pail on the beaches in Australia and New Zealand. Why don't YOU spit Paan on the streets of Tokyo? Why don't YOU use examination jockeys or buy fake certificates in Boston??? We are still talking of the same YOU. YOU who can respect and conform to a foreign system in other countries but cannot in your own. You who will throw papers and cigarettes on the road the moment you touch Indian ground. If you can be an involved and appreciative citizen in an alien country, why cannot you be the same here in India?

Once in an interview, the famous Ex-municipal commissioner of Bombay, Mr.Tinaikar, had a point to make. 'Rich people's dogs are walked on the streets to leave their affluent droppings all over the place,' he said. 'And then the same people turn around to criticize and blame the authorities for inefficiency and dirty pavements. What do they expect the officers to do? Go down with a broom every time their dog feels the pressure in his bowels? In America every dog owner has to clean up after his pet has done the job. Same in Japan. Will the Indian citizen do that here?' He's right. We go to the polls to choose a government and after that forfeit all responsibility. We sit back wanting to be pampered and expect the government to do everything for us whilst our contribution is totally negative. We expect the government to clean up but we are not going to stop chucking garbage all over the place nor are we going to stop to pick up a stray piece of paper and throw it in the bin. We expect the railways to provide clean bathrooms but we are not going to learn the proper use of bathrooms. We want Indian Airlines and Air India to provide the best of food and toiletries but we are not going to stop pilfering at the least opportunity. This applies even to the staffs who are known not to pass on the service to the public. When it comes to burning social issues like those related to women, dowry, girl child! And others, we make loud drawing room protestations and continue to do the reverse at home. Our excuse? 'It's the whole system which has to change, how will it matter if I alone forego my sons' rights to a dowry.' So who's going to change the system? What does a system consist of? Very conveniently for us it consists of our neighbors, other households, other cities, other communities and the government. But definitely not me and YOU. When it comes to us actually making a positive contribution to the system we lock ourselves along with our families into a safe cocoon and look into the distance at countries far away and wait for a Mr. Clean to come along & work miracles for us with a majestic sweep of his hand or we leave the country and run away. Like lazy cowards hounded by our fears we run to America to bask in their glory and praise their system. When New York becomes insecure we run to England. When England experiences unemployment, we take the next flight out to the Gulf. When the Gulf is war struck, we demand to be rescued and brought home by the Indian government. Everybody is out to abuse and rape the country. Nobody thinks of feeding the system. Our conscience is mortgaged to money.

Dear Indians, The article is highly thought inductive, calls for a great deal of introspection and pricks one's conscience too.... I am echoing J.F. Kennedy’s words to his fellow Americans to relate to Indians.....

'ASK WHAT WE CAN DO FOR INDIA AND DO WHAT HAS TO BE DONE TO MAKE INDIA WHAT AMERICA AND OTHER WESTERN COUNTRIES ARE TODAY'

Lets do what India needs from us. Forward this mail to each Indian for a change instead of sending Jokes or junk mails.

Thank you,
Dr. Abdul Kalaam

I’m not of the same nation, but stand facing the same accusations. maybe it is time to stand and fight for what we deserve here in our own country than run like a coward else where and brag about how great that nation is, but the question will always remain; Is it worth it?

go fucking watch....

TRANSFORMERS

everybody...take the bunching underwear out of your butts and go freaking watch it. if you've never watched it as a kid, you'll still love it, if you loved watching it growing up, then you'll freaking fall in love with it, again!!!

okay okay...probably i'm over reacting cause i just loved it when Optimus Prime said;

' Autobots, roll out...'

and they got the actual voice (well not really actual but sounds like it) from the cartoon. and they took lines from Transformers The Movie, when Megatron and Prime battles it out;

Megatron: [surprised] Prime.
Optimus Prime: One shall stand, one shall fall.
though i doubt this was in (but it was in Transformers The Move)...
Megatron: Why throw away your life so recklessly?
Optimus Prime: That's a question you should ask YOURSELF, Megatron


oh i'm in love, if it wasn't for my freaking shoulder, i'd go watch it again and again....

The Later Years

are here to party, stay and happening everyday from 6pm till dawn at The Joint, Subang....

now occasionally i don't take too well to pubs or cafes that easily. i mean only a few. for instants, Tattlers at Hartamas (which have long closed), Sega's at Penang Ferringi Mall, Finnegan's at Midvalley, Roadhouse Grill at Jln Ampang. but i dunno, something about this pub makes me wanna go back there everyday. i also like the music there...it's like they're playing my entire CD collection.

the band is not bad too, there's another bunch of guys who are kinda good. i mean i loved the songs they played that one night we were there....


well this band tried to get their salsa act right, they were there, close, but not quite there yet.


being us, we had to call upon the band lead singer and buy her a drink, for what i have no idea. none of us seem like the type to buy women drinks just to take them home or whatever. we're more the type, the less drinks we buy the women, the more booze there is for ourselves....


such a small place and it gets really cramped up by 9pm. it can get crazy to to even step into the bathroom and crazy is not necessarily a bad thing.


now, according to Harry, on mondays their bartop is filled with dancers and it's like a Coyote Ugly scene, once again, being us. we need to imagine these women doing the coyote ugly dance sequence...not helping much without the wet T-shirt though.


i kinda got lost in the whole plot along the way...


i mean who wouldn't...


and when you step into the mens room, they flash your eyes with this...


nice place, but sometimes i feel like i'm too old for this sort of place. fast cars, fast women, fast drinks, loud noise...all i want is a Guinness. but when you think about it, all the men who go there, gulps down all that fantastic booze for a fantastic price as well, then look at all the pretty women serving them with smiles and grazing the men as though to tease them. indirectly their just doing all the mens wives a favor. well this is from my point of view; their gonna get high, their gonna get tipsy and horny at one point and their gonna start hitting on all this women. but the downside is this women are gonna say 'no' and the men are either gonna go home and give their wives the best darn humping they've ever had, or sleep it off in the parking lot on the back seat of their Mercs, while their wives are giving some young bloke the ride of his life. either way, what a way to spend a night out.

i wanna go back to Tattlers. where the Guinness was just right. the barmaids were not there to get you drunk or tease you. and when it's all said and done, the DJ plays an 80's S.P.B. song just for all his loving Indian customers, leaving us to explain the song to our ever bungling Chinese friends.

The Wonder Years

have all gone by...

a monumental week has just gone by (well it's 'monolithical' in a few sense)...well for one, so many huge blockbuster movies have opened in the last weeks and i, me, the great movie buff of all time have not gone to watch even one of them;

Fantastic 4 (Jessica is bloody hot, i'm gonna marry her one of these days...)
Shrek 3 (and i love Shrek too, i'm gonna marry him too)
Pirates of the Carribean 3 (even so, i could be gay for Jonny Depp)
Ocean's Thirteen (it's got Alfredo 'Freaking' Pacino in it!!! he says a line in a movie and i'd cum for him)

and today Trans'FARKING'formers opens. i'm a huge fan of the cartoon, i could name you all the names of the characters, in freaking reverse alphabetical order...*phewww...thank god i've got tickets to go watch this one, or else i think i'd pop a blood vessel.

okays, here is the other reason why it's been a huge week. Ric and Shenn are now officially engaged. he proposed and she smacked the shit out of him for suprising her, then eventually said yes and couldn't stop starring at her ring, while i had to wait a whole hour trying to get into position before i could finally get everything on film (you guys owe me one!). she now officially clocks a walking speed of 1.2 karat slower than the average woman. todays show has been brought to by the letters 'M', 'O' and the number '3'...


a friend of mine from my college days, Gopi is now a father. yes, on tuesday at approximately 11am he and his wife Uma became parents to a healthy baby girl. same day i get that news i get a phone call a friend of mine from my Uni days in UK, are parents too. they too have a healthy baby girl....

Marriage, kids....?

ARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

back to kindergarten

when we were growing up, if one of our friends said a nasty slur or a vulgar language, we'd all close our mouth and 'hooooohhh...you said a bad word...' and now that we're all grown up we've been exposed to the world and we're considered matured adults, we realize and acknowledge the appropriate language to be used. but how about graphics? where does the bodderline, and who is the judge? if a narrow minded BASTARD sits at the top of the chain and considers everything knee and above obscene but goes home and tells his wife to put on the victoria secret he bought her for christmas, aren't we all doomed?

is this appropriate? is this considered pronography?



i was asked to remove this from my wallpaper or to be given a warning letter. so lets analyze this picture for a while. now imagine if she was wearing a bikini (a really skimpy one) which is something we see on the tele almost everyday, how is that considered to be pornagraphy? okay, another thing to really look at this picture is the message and not focus on the woman who is standing there. ofcourse when you ask someone to filter out stuff like this, we need to give him guidelines which reflect on the reality of the world we live in. we need to understand where we are and where has our acceptance evolved to.

so can i say that a woman dressed in a bikini is considered explicit material? the whole issue of sexual harassment has been blown off proportion and is losing it's grip on it's cause. so from now on, just to spite people, this is my on my desktop;





sometimes i feel Flextronics is becoming a Kindergarten, for fuck sakes act your age and be grown ups. don't say it's offensive if you really don't believe it's offensive, don't just jump on a bandwagon and spread a propaganda which is has no factual support.

Road to discovery (no, not the Camel Trophy!)

My JB trips have been one to definitely write about (though i took so long, trust me, it's worth it!) so i imagined it'd be one of those Maruwa Makan Maruwa Machi gang hooking up to discover our lives after Maruwa. well it turned out better than i had planned. exception for the FARKING JB traffic (and my frequent runs to the bank to pay my bills, in which btw, thanks prem for driving me).

so here is how the day started (or ended, should i say). we all met up in Larkin at about 10.30pm and by midnight we had gone thru a case of Heineken's. i'm talking those big bottles, and by 2am we had attacked a poor innocent tree with our access fluids (we'll take that into good grace, since it's dual active fertilizer).

so the next day, James (a.k.a. Holy man) goes to church, JB decides to show one of it's heaviest rain downpour (i'm guessing it had something to do with James going to church). Prem getting lost in his own city, and me growing ever so tired of the FARKING JB traffic. well atleast before the night had ended we had seen our fair of booze and really hot women dressed up really skimpy.

so what have we learnt; Live After Maruwa....

1. These two are still craving homosexuals


2. He is still the bitch in their sick twisted relationship...


3. We were hanging out with an authentic 'Uncle'...


4. He hates John Daniels...(WHY????!!!!)


5. And he sleeps with his hands between his legs (only god knows what he is dreaming about)


under oath, i solemnly swear none of the pictures above were doctored in any form or manner and the narration is purely fictional/personal observation and is not to be taken truthful in the court of law.

p.s: you bitches, when are we gonna do this again (minus the John Daniels part)?

the curse of 31

i never learn my lesson. taking her to BR is like taking the devil to a bloodbath. well she seemed fine after the first scoop.


but after the second, something changed...


then i knew, something was wrong when the two flavors had mixed inside her.


and the rest as they say is history (repeating itself)!

We went to watch Shivaji

but there, we found out the Simpson's had adopted Appu's long lost brother. and we thought they couldn't get any more dysfunctional.

how do pocupines mate?

very carefully (which i am not) or very unsuccessfully (which i am great at)

the comfortable feeling of solitariness is very discomforting to me. it's sad that i prefer to be alone these days. i'd rather just stay in, watch a little tv, surf the net or worst still, sleep in early. is it that i don't want to meet new people or is it i can't afford? i've been hit with bad luck when it comes to the matter of the heart and to be honest i'm starting to be okay with it. i mean, it's not like even if it last it stays the same. but i was just thinking last night how i've grown comfortable being alone.

one dowside though, i hate eating alone....

going down to JB this weekend, to meet James and Prem, Maruwa Makan Maruwa Machi weekend. lets see how it goes. i really liked the place we hanged out the last time. it was called the Zone. well it's no KL but the location and everything put together was really nice. i was thinking maybe life in JB won't be that bad after all, eh? i mean cheap booze and hot women, what else could a porcupine ask for?

so this is how it all went down...

it was suppose to be dinner and maybe a beer or two. dinner sucked and beer became Ballentine's and the rest as they say is history.

See no Evil


Hear no Evil


Say no Evil


hey wait, i am a sinner! whats all this nonsense about Evil and no no's...

i do...

a lot of talk about marriage lately surrounding me...a bunch of friends getting married this year, planning they marriage next year, talking about getting married, a couple of colleagues in a few months time. last week i was talking to another friend and when she asked me when am i getting married, i gave her the usualy answer; 'i am far away from even thinking about marriage...' i loved her reply; 'thats what men say, next thing you know, wham bham....' so we men get conned into marriage ehhh?

the top 10 cons men fall into marriage;

10. my parents want us to get married
9. your mom asked me when are we getting married
8. my brother is married, now my younger sister are gonna get married and me?!
7. i'm late
6. my dad wants to speak to us, about the baby
5. you're the father
4. astrologically if i don't get married now, i probably never will...
3. my biological clock is ticking
2. now that you can afford the car....

and the winner

1. bla bla bla...i'm getting older...bla bla bla...i need a sense of security...bla bla bla...clock ticking....bla bla bla...i've never been late....bla bla bla...you've never appreciated me....bla bla bla...all men are the same....bla bla bla...nag nag nag...you mother, my mother, your father, my father, my brother, my sister, my cousin, my best friend, my worst enemy all married, wanna get married and asked me when am i getting married...bla bla bla...(and it goes on till he gives up and says yes but eventually she'll say no with the reason you're just asking because i made you ask, i want you to 'want' to ask, which NO MEN EVER WANTS...)

"It's a damn good show" - Ricardo Ang

all the while I've been saying the biggest gay shit movie was Alexander until yesterday. I've officially changed my mind. the new biggest gay shit movie has got to be, winning hands down, Blades of Glory.

it's fucking hilarious and full of gay shit stuff. Will Ferrel and that guy from Napoleon Dynamite who play Napoleon (gotta go Google his name up). not exactly what I'd call a well spent 9 bucks. if it wasn't for the Amsterdam Pie, last night was a complete waste.

Devil, let me be Red

i've been a really bad Manchester United fan this year. i've missed at least a dozen games and never really went along with them for last season. yeah i watched a couple of important matches, fended them off from a bunch of morons but suddenly yesterday when they lost the FA cup i felt i had let them down.

it's a sports thing...

Hot Wheels

i gotta bone to pick with television.....

you know how in reality tv shows, realize how the wives of all the contestants are like super hot! well i'm not really a fan of reality tv shows. shows like Fear Factor, Survivor, Amazing Race and other are like the lowest humanity can go on live television so to watch it, i feel like an idiot. but recently (ever since they introduced Discovery Real Time on Astro) i've been watching a lot of reality tv shows concerning on bike build offs and car refurbishing, one for example is OverHauling.

now naturally all the cars they use belong to men and all their wives are their insiders and man. i'm like he has 1965 Chevy Impala and he's got a hotty for a wife too???!!! well here is the thing i can understand that their on tv and of course there's bound to be loads of cosmetics involved but dude, all of them we're like seriously pornstar category, 100%MILF.

i'm seriously on the wrong continent!

turn your lights down....

i certainly took my time to blog about this....

last weekend i went down to JB on an interview cum vacation sorta weekend. i wanted to impress my 'could be' future boss, meet some old friend, meet some new friends. partied like it was 1999, drive over to Singapore and maybe do a little shopping.

well, didn't really pen out the way i want it to...

one thing i have to talk about. can see hands of people who have driven down to Johor before (at night)? what is wrong with those freaking morons? every single god damn asshole was driving on the freeway with the freaking highbeam on! and i'm not talking about normal sedans (obviously people living in Johor are pretty rich) we're talking Merc's and Beamers and all those new fancy sports cars with all those HID light. what do they call it, crystal headlights? man i reached in one piece but blinded like a bat.

well that was the start of everything going downhill, everything else was just descending from then on and i seriously hope the interview didn't go that way either.