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....