Revival...

As I look for a revival in my blogging habits, I look around to see what other revivals are out there worth talking about. One that comes to mind; Michael Schumacher's Formula One career. Is it all talk and probably not going to happen? I don't know, my name isn't Coreena! I'm a huge fan and even that is putting it lightly but do I really want to see him come back and finish 6th or 7th, race after race? Or watch him drive into the side-pods of his position contender? Is the Michael-Magic still there for this talented rain maestro to comeback to the racing circuits for one more season?

I dunno....

The revival of my diet program! Recently I went and got a full blood test and well let's just say the number didn't exactly paint a healthy story. I have to now watch what I eat and try (and I mean, really T R Y) to break a sweat here and there. Speaking of eat, or just plain simple consumables, the drinking isn't something that's on my corner either... LOL!

I dunno....

The revival of my last year's New Year's Resolution (wait, did I even I have?). Oh yes, I did have one (O N E !); "I wanna be happy at what I do for a living". To be quite frank that ideology hasn't really been too helpful to me this year when it has come to the decisions I have made concerning my career. Then again, I've been quite happy AFTER I made them, the whole 3 seconds I've had before reality kicked in. So technically this portion doesn't need a revival but some watering down!

I dunno....

All I know right now is that my blog has a chance of revival and it's that time of the year so here is to the holidays; Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

Evolution gone bad....

We're canning WOMEN now? What's next? Chopping off people's limbs? Stoning people in open market areas? Why not trade slaves? Or carry guns, walk into pubs and say 'Go ahead, make my day!"

Let the good times roll... (Wait, what's that again?)

Here is something I just came to realize; I can never sleep or go to bed with my back facing an open space or a doorway leading to another room. I guess everyone would have some crazy thing that they could do or couldn't do... What I can't figure out is why?

1. Am I afraid of being snuck up from behind?
2. Do I feel safer with my back against solidification?
3. Growing up, till I was 5 I slept with Mommy and she always had my back. Maybe I miss that?
4. My beds have always had one solid corner?
5. I prefer to sleep flat on my back with bolstered by the side?
6. I'm just a weirdo....

Is it just me, or is Anne Hathaway bloody gorgeous?! Damn... I almost ripped my boxers watching Get Smart earlier.


Speaking of Hollywood;
It has been awhile since I've gotten the opportunity to watch a really good horror flick. (I just typed porno flick by accident, or maybe sub-consciously I wanted to say that... Maybe it's the overload of Anne!). So horror, flick... Any recommendations? Do you realize at the turn of the new millennium, there hasn't been a decent Hollywood horror movie. The Koreans and Thai have taken the driving seat on this one. Maybe the westerner have just ran out of shivery stories. As to the Asian are just starting to tell the stories. I remember one of my uncles when I was younger, he used to have THE most scariest ghost stories to tell. Loved it but couldn't sleep at night afterward. Maybe that's where the insomnia started, hmmmm.....

My back is not completely healed. At the start of this week, I've felt it chink here and there. Then if I'm on the computer long enough, it starts to act up. Bloody hell, I use to heal faster than this. Being 29 and all I guess I'm just running out of healing juice! Speaking of 29, the guys pulled a really fast one on me recently. I was completely blown away... You know who you are, thanks! And to T-Mus, I swear I'll get back at you! Yes, the game is definitely on!


Yes, the chocolate plat does say Bulat and yes it is Alexis' Tiramisu...

Welcome back!!!

You know the Lila chick (Malin Akerman) from The Heartbreak Kid, OMFG (revelation time...), She's number3!

Oh yeah it's good to be back on the keyboard punching away...!

First up, I HATE PENANG. Yeah, that's another revelation. I always knew Penang had to be kept at the devils reach when it came to me. I have to make it a point never to come work in this place. A weekend getaway, Penang is perfect... A monthly paycheque, NNNOOOOOO...! I'm fed to the brim with Nasi Kandar. Sadly to admit, the devils food is never too much to say enough! The one thing I just can't get enough off, besides carbs and spices; shots on the beach! Bring it on!

(Hmmm.. I keep reaching for the exclamation mark, lately..)

As of late, my heads been pounding away on a few things I've been stuck with... Mainly my job. Do I really want to this for the rest of my life? You know, that sorta questions. Come to think of it, this question has been on my mind since early 2008! I love to write and a lot of people (friends) who've read my writing think I should continue to write but I'm still sceptical about this whole thing. I need to really put my head down and actually finish a piece and get sent it to somebody who knows more about these things. I gotta... Or else I'll be stuck in this rut for years to come!

Have you guys heard about how alcohol cannot be sold anymore in convenient stores? For crying out loud people! No one told them to go buy it or handle it. And besides its contained in cans and bottles so what's the big deal? The further evolution takes, the greater technological advances get, sometimes I feel the stupider people are getting. It's like they've made a choice to go back to the dark ages. They want to live in caves? I don't get it, grow up and move on with evolution... You have choices in life, you make them but don't force it upon others. Don't make it into rules where it affects others... that's just plain idiocy!

Time for the sad news; Salma and McKayla are no longer mine... Yup they're off to new husbands!

Two more weddings to go this year and I think hopefully that'll be all for 2009! Not as bad as 2007 or 2008. Man or man... Monthly affair of weddings. Oh well that all points to the fact, we're all not geting any younger! Cheers!

...Dum dee dum!

Let's see now, I'm so bloody free these days but I have ignored my blog? Hmmmm....

Hey bloggie, did you know I quit my job?

Tequila and Triple Sec with Lime and Lemon juice...

Nothing in particular about in this picture but just that huge mother ass glass of Margarita sitting on that table... I want!

Well just in case if you were wondering this is a scene from Hamlet 2, a comedy with Catherine Keener and Steven Coogan.

My Thursday matinee moments...

There is no cure like something Mom made up... Something as simple a curry puff (even though she bought it, she knows where they sell it best!). No better emotional therapy then to staying home with all that and the tv, my notepads, my post-its, and of course trusty Facebook!

First off my chest, what the hell is wrong with Steven Seagal la? I loved him in 'Above the Law', 'Hard To Kill' and 'Under Siege'. I always thought he was the Kung-fu Clint Eastwood. Tall Samoan look with a pony tail and barely spoke a full sentence with a glare that can work as birth control for men! Who else could throw grown men around with their thumbs. I personally thought that was cool, the whole Aikido shit and all. He then had to start making movies with the rapper ass dudes laaa... You know when you make a movie with a rapper who just got out of prison, for the screening of the movie he was going to be back behind bars! But Seagal didn't learn his lesson, he went on and on and on to make movies with them, so badly, he went into prison to shoot a few movies too! Aiyo... Stick to making movie like 'Out For Justice' and 'Fire Down Below'.

Thanks Mom for the Peanut Butter sandwich...!
(I'm not gonna make much sense for the next 20minutes cause I'm sugar high, so bear with me)

If there ever were two of the greatest movies you have ever watched, and almost certain there are two, these next two are! I'm not talking favorite movies here, I'm talking cinematagraphy marvels that made you wanna watch movies. If I track back, there were a few. Starting of with the Jurasic Park. If you can find something to beat that, then you are either lying or farking good at picking movies. But even that didn't come close to the two I'm talking about. Unless of course you picked these two movies, you've not watched movies yet. First up; Spartacus. I watched this movie when I was 10. Being 10, I hated it that the good guys lost. But something about the screen presence of the movie just made you think you were watching a damn good movie, a legend. Less did I know that it was already a legendary movie. Well when they went and played that movie today on Cinemax, I tell you it was the best cure for me. In my state of mind, I need to stand up and say; I'm Spartacus... Second; Ben Hur. I only watched this movie when I was 15 and to be quite honest I just fell in love with that movie at first sight! I guess which is why I loved movies like Troy and Gladiator. Remember the Arena scene with Charlton Heston on the war chariots? That one scene alone won that movie 11 oscars! I swear to god, that was it for the movie...

Oh, mom... You bought Nasi Lemak too!

Who doesn't love John Travolta!!! There is a scene in 'Look Who's Talking Too', where Travolta dances to Elvis' I'm All Shook Up. That just makes you wanna stand up and dance too and only John Travolta can do that! Who doesn't love Grease, right!!!

Iced Milo too... Mom, you too good to be real!

Lastly, I think no matter who you are or what you do, people will alway be there judging you. There is absolutely nothing you can do about it. People will always stand there in their pretentious ways and give you that classic line; "If it was me...". Well, if it were you, you can go fly a kite and I don't really care. This is me we're talking about. I need to do this, and only I can tell you that. If you can understand where I'm coming from, great; back me up! If you can't then shut the farking hell up and back off my face! I have no need for your approval nor your support. I don't need you to tell me what I can or cannot do, I definitely do not need you to think anything of the situation, save that for your oscar nomination speech. You can go pucker up, kiss your wanna be boyfriend or that ostentatious sstiff of a girlfriend of yours and pretend you are so happy with your life, come end of the day, it's you who cries in the shower about wanting to be a belly dancer. I'll be the one by the bar, holding hands with the brunette who knows me for the man I am and plus, she'll ask me to dance instead!

Goodnight! Elvis has left the building.... Mom, do you have Vodka in that coffee you're making?

Jumping jackholes in Gary's boots.

A lot has happened in the last two week.... A LOT!

April 1st. Gary the ball player was told that he had to hit as hard a possible come his turn out of the dug-out. Gary stepped up to play but Gary noticed his bat was all wrong. Gary told himself long ago he was not gonna hit no more with this bat. Gary gave a struck out and went back to the dug-out. Dave was infuriated and demanded an explanation. Gary said his bat was all wrong and he stood by what he believed in; hit as hard as you can with what you know is right. Dave then told Matt that something needed to be done with the press, they will need an answer especially with that nosy reporter Susan. Matt stood in the press conference room and told a lie, Matt told that Gary had suffered from an eye infection that made him misjudge the throws. Later that evening Gary was sent for an ethics counseling. While sitting in that room Gary remembered lines that rang out, integrity, honesty, snitch, sell-out, leadership, a ship of sea-going rats...

Gary stood up in session and asked the counselor; "Isn't that being prejudice?"
Gary left for home without an answer and knew, he was on a ship of sea-going rats...

April 8th. After Gary had rolled around in the left over spaghetti long enough, that night Gary decided that Italian food is not his thing. Gary gave his notice to Alessandro and told him that he will no longer be dinning at table number 23 no more. Though the waitress Latifah, who so fondly waited on Gary (God bless her soul) had nipples that Gary wanted to suck on for years to come but all things come to an end! Like they say in Greek; all women get fat and start beating up their husbands one day...

April 10th. Gary went to the tracks to watch the Indy500 with Rebbecca and Nancy. He met good old Dan, boy was Gary glad to see him after all these years. Gary and Dan grew up in New Mexico, stealing chicken for a living at 10. They were both busted and thrown in the slammer for 8 years. Gary got out on good behavior in 5 but Dan, the fast mouth wanker he was got him into more trouble with Warden Stevenson. Stevenson hated the fact that Gary was set free by the state committee. That night Gary and Dan danced like it was old times. They had hotdogs and beers and smelled gasoline zoom pass them like it was 1999 all over again. To beat the night all up into one batter of sweet tasting icing, Dale Earnhart stole the flag on the last corner of the last lap! Brilliant!

April 11th. Gary picked his bat up again. It fell so right in his hands, the balance, the swing, the texture on the surface sliding in and out of his palms was finally right tonight... Gary just knew he was going hit an all time record that night. And just as Gary predicted, he did! Gary made that stadium his home. He went home knowing his every swing was swung with the purest of earnest emotions and Gary harvested what he could that night to what might be his best play ever... Gary even fell in love with Amanda that night! Gary went home but left Amanda out of the picture and never turned back...

April 14th. Gary is troubled... He needs to bat again, he knows that for a long time coming now, that he won't get to bat until he can learn to crawl again. Gary is a stubborn person. Gary's not one to be the first to admit it but he knows. Till the day comes that Gary breaks his own, Gary will not bat again. Neither will he see Amanda again...

Is my two front teeth...

All I want for Christmas. Oh, wait.. Crap, that's like another 8 months away. Anyone wanna sponsor me like 400bucks? I take advanced birthday gifts too...

To rubber or not to rubber...

I was watching a rerun of Seinfeld last night and there was a scene where George was complaining to Jerry about how they make condom packet so difficult to open and Jerry say; "well it gives the women a few moments to change their mind.." (Farnieee..!)

Which actually kinda got me thinking; 'the opening of the condom packet' moment is the only part of sex that is so uncool, isn't it? No matter what situation, where you are or who you're doing; the whole minute of two you take to reach for that aluminum'ish packet, tear it open and bloody put it on is like the most dork'ish thing a man can do during sex. It must look really REALLY dork'ish, come to think of it. Crap, why has this never occurred to me before? I wonder if there is a whole unwriten Man's Protocal on this, LOL!

Suddenly everytime I shut my eyes, I'm faced with flashes of all the times I've put it on and seriously it's nightmare'ish. For years now I've been doing the dorkiest thing in front of women and I'm also starting to wonder why they didn't change their minds when they so had a chance. Then again, I remember reading somewhere that rubber'ing yourself is supposedly the gentleman thing to do, really? I thought it was bringing her flowers...

I think I should start writing for sitcoms!

The points don't matter anymore...

I've been reserving myself from blogging about this for months now. Simple reason is that for many years now I've always gotten so friggin' excited about the season, that I mouth off far to fast. This year I wanted to watch the opening race before I actually commented on anything about the sport.

So let's start with this afternoon... Brawn Mercedes ehhh??! (Awesome..)

Does anyone remember Ross Brawn from Benetton? Yes, the yellow and green cars with the huge Camel print on the rear wing from the early 90s'. Funny how I don't. Maybe because the whole time in spite it was his ingenious technical direction that lead the team to two championships, it was the face of Michael Schumacher and Flavio Briatore that was flashed on television screens most of the time. I think the very first time I saw him was when Michael Schumacher won the Japanese GP in 1995 and he was up there to take the constructors throphy. From then on, what a whole decade with Ferrari and what; 6 drivers titles and 7 contructors titles? Impressive would you say so... Nothing compared to this afternoon then again. Rear defuser aside, I mean that's for the FIA to iron out but today's results speak volumes of the man's experiences. My sincere cheers to the man. Good to see a an underdog come and take on the big guns.

Don't doubt it for one minute; I'm still Tifossi, word!

Okay, Formula One is this sport where they're constantly looking to break the formula. You ask me; 1998 was the sports pinacle moment. The rules rocked, the driver raced, the team princeples kept their mouth shut, Bernie made money and Mosley wasn't wearing a Nazi uniform and Murray Walker was still screaming come grand prix weekends. Every year they wanna bring 'something new' into the game to spice it up or slow the sport down bla bla safety bla bla bla.

This season, I think the only three good news that came out of the FIA press room was; 1. Pit Lane stays open, 2. KERS and 3. Slick tyres. I seriously had my doubts about KERS initially but after watching an on board cam of Lewis Hamilton tailing Nico Rosberg and not lose any speed from the turbulence at almost every corner in Albert Park(Street Circuit thingy), I likey KERS...

Years and years of watching Formula One over and over again, watching a driver take the chequered flag is still a phenomenal feeling that just overwhelms me. Despite most or some of the times it's heartbreaking to watch your hero NOT making it all the way there. But something told you; hey, championships are not won in one race. You know what? That might not be true this season. Winner take all, well at least that's what the FIA is saying. So I don't get this, if a driver is like miles ahead of the another driver in the points, he still could lose the championship because he didn't rack up more wins? Or if a driver like won 5 back to back races and then got fired and at the end of the season he was the one with the most race wins, does that mean a driver that's not even in the sport anymore wins the championship? I think I gotta got read the rules again. I'm sure Charlie Whitting and Bernie Eccelstone thought of things like this...

Aside from all this, I think this season is going to be awesome. Finally a season where the playing grounds look so even. Yet there is this voice in the back of my head saying; it's too early to call it. Wait this the big boys get into the European circuits!

3 ounces of my banana-nana-nana juices...

I've been told that I'm below average engineer recently, to be exact, I'm a bottom 10 in the whole of my organization of engineers. 'Bottom10', that's an interesting way of putting it, don't you think so? It's like someone constantly judging you, or trying to label you with something. Have we come to that stage that everyday I need to prove myself? Jeez... If I had known, I would worn something more comfortable! Or more stylish at least...

"Oh of all the millions of sperm, YOU made it?!"

Alright, maybe I am an under performer, maybe I am a non achiever... Maybe I don't give a shit who's watching. Maybe I don't really fancy a 'good job' email dropping into my inbox. It's nice to be aggressive and motivated only like, I dunno, 20% of the time and just cut lose and relax a little, don't you think so. I hate the fact that I HAVE to give a 117% all the time...

Now where is that calling for my bartender job in Jamaica? I know I don't make that fantastic of cocktails but hey... I know I can hold in all my bottles, LOL!!

"Puff, puff, pass it man! Don't hog Mary Jane..."

Plus, imagine all the naked British women who just wanna get high and wasted on paradise island.... I definitely need to get one of those hats with a banana on it! Or at least a St. Patrick's Day Guinness Hat will do...

I need to vent...

Have you guys ever gone to parking lot after six, I'm talking about those along the streets that have parking meters? I was always under the impression that those meters are only from 7am till 6pm. Ever parked you car in one of those spot and suddenly have one guy come up to you and ask you for 10bucks???!!!

You ask him why; he gives you this 'story' about how he has leased this spots from the DBKL from 6pm till 3am! I seriously think this is daylight or should I say moonlight robbery. Who the hell are these guys to just suddenly start charging parking for a spot the government is already making money of us. If you don't pay during the day, you get a ticket, you don't pay during the night, you get you car scratched! What the FUCK LA WEI?! I think the Government is in it with these hoodlums trying to make a quick buck out of us night birds. I rather park my car in shopping complex and walk then pay these idiots who are conning people out of their money. Valley parking I can understand but this is ridicules...

Stuck with you since...

Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Out of order, I'll show you out of order! You don't know what out of order is, Mr.Trask! I'd show you but I'm too old, I'm too tired, and I'm too fuckin' blind
- Scent Of A Woman

Man A: What do you mean...
Man B: I mean what I mean...
Man A: But they can be so mean...
- (Can't remember which Kamal Hassan movie)

Old Man: In the church, they say to forgive.
Creasy: Forgiveness is between them and God. It's my job to arrange the meeting.
- Man On Fire

John Milton: Are we negotiating?
Kevin Lomax: Always.
- Devil's Advocate

Lt. Gen. Eugene Irwin: Take a look at a castle. Any castle. Now break down the key elements that make it a castle. They haven't changed in a thousand years. 1: Location. A site on high ground that commands the territory as far as the eye can see. 2: Protection. Big walls, walls strong enough to withstand a frontal attack. 3: A garrison. Men who are trained and willing to kill. 4: A flag. You tell your men you are soldiers and that's your flag. You tell them nobody takes our flag. And you raise that flag so it flies high where everyone can see it. Now you've got yourself a castle. The only difference between this castle and all the rest is that they were built to keep people out. This castle is built to keep people in.
- Last Castle

Elsie: Shut up. Just shut up. Homer once said you love the mine more than your own family. I stood up for you because I didn't want to believe it. Homer has gotten alot of help from the people in this town. They've helped him build his rockets. They've watched him fly 'em. But not you. You never showed up, not even once. I'm not asking you to believe in it, but he's your son, for God's sake. And I am asking you to help him. If you don't, I'll leave you. I'll do whatever it takes to get away from here. I will work, if that's what it takes. I'll live in a tree to get away from you. Don't think I won't.
John: Where would you go?
Elsie: Myrtle Beach.
- October Sky

Baker: Joseph P. Brenner... what's the P stand for?
Kaminsky: Pussy.
- Raw Deal

Chuck Noland: We might just make it. Did that thought ever cross your brain? Well regardless I would rather take my chance out there on the ocean, that to stay here and die on this shithole island spending the rest of my life talking to a god damn VOLLEYBALL.
- Cast Away

Gen. Zaysen: Drop your weapons! Now! You have no chance of escape! Come forward! I wish to take you back alive! This is your last warning! The choice is yours!
Col. Trautman: What do you say John?
Rambo: Fuck 'em!
- Rambo III

Buzz: I've set my laser from stun to kill.
Woody: Oh, great. If anyone attacks we can blink em' to death.
- Toy Story

John: My son is dying, and I'm broke. If I don't qualify for Medicare, WHO THE HELL DOES?
- John Q

She acts like summer and walks like rain...

I was on my way home the other night after a movie and I popped in an old CD I found lying about in the glove compartment... Blasting out comes 'Drops Of Jupiter' by Train. Gawd!!! It brought back memories... I remember driving down to Melacca one sunny day, I was on my way to see my then girlfriend and I was driving her Fiat Marea. Let me tell you something about those Italian made machines; they pack a mean punch!

(Anyways, I'm drifting away from the point..)

I remember the drive for the drive. I love to drive... You know that feeling where you don't give a fuck how much money you've got in your pockets, or what to expect the next day or today for that matter... You just throw a few things in a bag, and can't wait to hit the road? I remember driving, talking to myself, monologue'ing movie lines, sipping a coke, munching on a sneakers bar. No expectations on what's beyond that horizon. I guess it was also partly due to the feeling of being in love. Knowing at the end of the journey there was this most sweetest lips on earth waiting for you to plunker when you get there...

(Again, I'm drifting away from the point..)

Back to trying to capture that horizon... I remember a part somewhere after Senawang, when 'Drops of Jupiter' came on the radio (It was 2003, chart topper back then). The moment was beautiful... Mouthing to the lyrics as laud as you can, flooring the engine hearing her purr along the highway... Greens on your left, on-coming cars on your right, white lines going by like you're on warp drive, and pure energy flowing thru your body with no prejudicious thoughts of anything at all... Not a care in the world...

She listens like spring and she talks like June, hey, hey....

Soar to the skies...

I've always had my movie moments, or should I say moments in movies that define my moment... (wait I'm confusing myself)... For a very long time, one of my secretly kept favorite movie is October Sky. I guess the idea of wanting something more that has been dealt to you has always appealed to me. Knowing you can achieve something beyond the expectations of others...

Somedays go by when you wish your shirt and the dry wall had the same paterns, so no one could see nor speak to you... Then somedays go by when you wanna launch a rocket of the parking lot and have everybody come watch and join in the count down... Then there are someday, you wish there was a whole case of TNT on that rocket and you strapped yourself to it!

anyways... October Sky has a part in it when where Homer Hickams offers his dad the honors of launching their last ever rocket in Coalwood. And I could swear I've watched this move at least 15 times... that part just moist my eyes up E V E R Y T I M E! No matter what kind of a person you are, your daddy will always be your hero. It's just when you grew up, you realized he wasn't all that you pictured and find it hard to except!

I need more rockets in my life to get it straight just yet. Or at least more rocket fuel to burn...