My Internal Combustion Vodoun

Alcohol Withdrawal Syndrome

2011-07-31T18:14:00.004+08:00

It doesn't really exist! Honestly who gives up alcohol? It's just the inner child acting up, you take away his favorite toy or in this case his favorite happy hour beverage, he's bound to roll around on the floor kicking and screaming. Like all mothers, we sometimes indulge the spoiled kid and tell ourselves; "What else could I have done?"

Tough love! Who am I kidding? Here's to everyone who at one point of his life has ever uttered the words "I gotta give up drinking", cheers!

Stereo-typed Characters

2011-06-24T12:20:00.005+08:00

Have you ever seen Bob Gunton play anything else other than the jerk who's authority you just want to defy?

Or James Cromwell play any other roles than the dad who put his career before his kids only to regret it later?

And I've personally never seen Glenn Morshower in a none military role.

I wonder if Hollywood has a list of actors that they can pick off for only certain roles... If real life was a movie God's watching. Damn, I'm out of one of those list too!

Things I Hate On The Road!

2011-06-20T23:18:00.004+08:00

1. Uncles who drive big luxury cars and think that the price of the car includes a first class lease hold to the right lane!

2. Botox faced aunties who drive luxury sports cars like it's a Myvi stuck in second gear!

3. Mak Ciks driving big SUVs or MPVs who can barely see the road and take FOREVER to make one turn of the steering!

4. Fellow brown brothers from Klang with their white Proton Wiras, dark tint with the All Blacks sticker, Sean Paul blaring out of their cheap stereos. Reason I hate them is cause they think they are Mike SueMacha and drive like pussies and just stare at anyone who go pass them!

5. First year students studying in KL from god knows where and drives a Kancil. FOREVER FUCKING LOST!

Speaking of lost...

6. Out of towners who keep signalling left, then right, then left, then right, then left then right! Get proper directions or buy a fucking GPS or better still stay home!

7. Bloody white expats who think they are awesome drivers, fit for Formula One! If you were fit for Formula One, you'd come to Malaysia only once year you moron! Drive like a normal person and stop bullying people!

8. Drivers who get into a MINOR fender bender and stop on the extreme right lane IMMEDIATELY to check the damage and exchange information. MOVE to the nearest emergency lane and then do you business LAAAR!

9. Drivers who think they are of average speed and are in the middle lane. MORON, if the left lane is going faster than you it means you are of a SNAIL'S PACE!

10. The numbnuts who can't seem to stick to one lane and worse still doesn't know they've invented something called an indicator!

Breakfast Puzzles

2011-06-20T16:25:00.004+08:00

A little silver-haired lady calls her neighbor and says, "Please come over here and help me. I have a killer jigsaw puzzle, and I can't figure out how to get started."

Her neighbor asks, "What is it supposed to be when it's finished?"

The little silver haired lady says, "According to the picture on the box, it's a rooster."

Her neighbor decides to go over and help with the puzzle. She lets him in and shows him where she has the puzzle spread all over the table. He studies the pieces for a moment, then looks at the box, then turns to her and says, "First of all, no matter what we do, we're not going to be able to assemble these pieces into anything resembling a rooster."

He takes her hand and says, "Secondly, I want you to relax. Let's have a nice cup of tea, and then," he said with a deep sigh, "Let's put all the Corn Flakes back in the box."

Kahwin, Kahwin Dan Kahwin...

2011-06-13T16:32:00.003+08:00

How many more la?? Falling like flies here!

Where Did We Leave It...?

2011-06-13T15:45:00.005+08:00

India.....

It's far from over. And much worse if that the clarity that I've had since being there is slowly but surely fading. What can I say; my mind is fickle. Leave it to me to take something pure and twist it up all into a tango of blueness and gray.

On a more healthier and delightful note; How many of you are actually shocked with gruesome pictures painted into your mind that Bulat has started working out?

To wrap things up for today edition of ramblings; I'm sorry, Bangla Petrol Kiosk Man!

The Scale Never...........

2011-03-03T13:10:00.002+08:00

Dear Santa,

2011-03-03T11:22:00.006+08:00

Seeing how this is my first time writing in to the North Pole, I wasn't too sure on how early is too early. But if this does come to you as a tad bit early and pushy, I do sincerely apologize. Next Chocolate Cocoa is on me, kay? *wink

Now, I've been quite naughty in the past. I know I don't have to tell you, you're the man with the LIST. But I thought if I came clean and confessed to some of the things I've done, seeing how it is the spirit of forgiving and 'giving' and all... You'd put me back on the list! It makes sense, right Santa?

See, I'm quite a simply guy with a simple taste; So come this December, I'd like to have me'self one of these simple little boy's toys; Toyota FJ Cruiser. Preferably in Army Green, with the TRD 17" Black Alloy Rims and the FJ Auxiliary lights in the front and the top. The spare tyre cover, you can surprise me! I'm not that picky...

Aside from being simple, I'm quite a reasonable guy too. So Santa, you have till December if this letter somehow doesn't convince you that I deserve my toy, or else say goodbye to Mrs. Claus (last seen leaving the candy store). Like I said, I'm a reasonable guy, give me a call or something aye? We'll talk more. You take care now Santa, and send my love to Donder, Cupid, Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Comet, Blitzen, Vixen and Rudolph...

Warm Regards,
A good kid!

p.s.; Mrs. Claus makes a fantastic batch of butterscotch cookies...!

Bang Head Here

2011-03-01T20:22:00.003+08:00

As frustration builds up, there is but only one thing left to do; SCREAM!

How difficult is it to be efficient? I put forward this question as globally as I possibly can. I've worked with the Swedes, the Germans, the Japanese, the all famous Americans and how not to forget the very diverse of them all, the Malaysians.

I have to say, that each of them bring forward a flavour that is unique in itself. I've never met a more professional than that of the Swedish. I've never met any more an efficient and cohesive unit than that of the Germans. If precision and perfectionism had to choice a country to reside, I think it'll pick Japan. The attention they pay to the minute details is awesome. Gun slinging, gung-ho, take no prisoners, bring it on... You take your pick how to describe the Americans. Their attitude towards the subject is always high spirited and most of all they know how to make things more interesting, even the most mundane of work...

Now the Malaysians; if we can first drop that huge ass ego of ours. Then, not to focus on the color of the other person's skin. Finally, if we can just learn to do things the right way, first time, straight away. I'd say we can out do any of these fellas above.

Indians; I shall just continue to bang my head till I start burning calories...

The Heat Is On....

2011-03-01T17:20:00.001+08:00

Me: It is freaking hot outside!
God: I'm just getting warmed up, son....

~Fris~Ba~Beeeee~

2011-02-24T13:57:00.006+08:00

What fun would there be playing with a Frisbee without a German Shepherd dog at the other end trying to catch it, right? So seeing how it's been a long time coming, here's my next mission; Teach Butterscotch Baby how to catch a Frisbee!

Step 1:
Buy about 5 discs. Look for discs that are specially designed to reduce risk of injuring your dog. Floppy ones are the safest bet.

Step 2:
First encourage your dog to take the disc out of your hand. Give her flattery remarks when she does, like "Yes" or "Good Girl"...

Step 3:
Play tug with her gently with the disc. Always let your dog win. Don't rip the disc out of your dog's mouth. She'll assume she's not suppose to bite it...

Step 4:
Throw the disc so it rolls on the ground. Dogs love to chase them this way. It helps them learn to zoom in and "target" the disc and pick it up.

Step 5:
Finally, simply throw the Frisbee.

Step 6:
Prepare to be amazed. Before you know it, your dog will be leaping up and gripping that Frisbee in her teeth.

I can't wait to try it!!!

Simba

2011-02-22T20:46:00.008+08:00

"When the all mighty Lion enters center stage, everyone notices. Don't worry, if you didn't notice he'll take the extra effort just to make sure you do! This dramatic, creative, outgoing and sometimes radical sign has the keyword magnetism for a very good reason. Fiery and self-assured, a Leo's charm is almost impossible to resist. Whether it's time spent with family and friends or the efforts on the job scene, a Leo is going to bring a lot to the table. The Leo's majestic presence alone can brighten up any party, hence why he is always on the guest list"

Here's what I wasn't told;
The Leo unfortunately has abundance of arrogance, stubbornness, inflexibility, self-centeredness and laziness. But if you really wanna tick this roaring but sensitive beast off, try ignoring him! Better still give him a reality check and if that doesn't bring him charging down on you like you're a gazelle then just tell this Lion, he is NOT the King Of The Jungle!

*In case you missed it, that was you cue to run for your life*

The Code Of Thundera

2011-02-17T16:42:00.002+08:00

I'm 31 this year and yet it's so fresh in my memory the day I sat down at watched my first episode of Thundercats back in 1985....

My family was HOOKED on it and that's putting it lightly. I remember my dad and uncles coming home from work early just so they could also catch that 5.30pm cartoon and if they couldn't make it, they'd call ahead so we'd record it for them. Even my grandmother knew not to change the channel to another soap-opera during Thundercats. Haha!!!

The word of a new aged Thundercats being released come this summer has got the kid in me doing cartwheel and I pray they don't ruin it for me. Once again, we can re-live the code of Thundera; Truth, Honor, Loyalty and Justice. THUNDERCATS...... HHHHOOOOOO.....!!!

The Most Diabolical Leader Of Our Time ~ Lex Luthor

2011-02-12T13:34:00.007+08:00

Don't you just hate the super good villain?

I mean come on, no one goes the to the cinema to cheer on the bad guy to win, right? But there have been villains who were simply too good to be real, that for once, you'll go; "Oh, fuck the protagonist..."

Remember Kevin Spacey in Superman Returns? I could have sworn the movie should have been titled, Adventures Of Lex Luther! And now they're making another Superman movie. Here's a tip for the producers, if someone like Gene Hackman shows up for the auditions; just go ahead and kill Superman in the plot. The movie will sell!

What's worse is that they keep casting these unknowns for the part of The Man Of Steel. I mean come on guys! I'll be the first to admit, there is no replacing a one Christopher Reeves! The dude was a picture perfect Kal'El himself straight out of the comic strips. Can't we find someone with a little more grit to his name and a little more bust to his acting in this next movie... Puhleassse!

(That Smallville dude is the safest bet!)

London Dekha, Paris Dekha....

2011-02-12T13:17:00.003+08:00

India was once the world’s first civilization. It was a country revered by the rest of the world as having technological and sociological advances far beyond that of any European or any of its neighboring Asian countries. But the India as we know now paints a far different story what it once was. The country stands third in rank to be plagued with poverty, only edging over countries like Bangladesh and Nigeria. What has happened? Why has India taken an evolution in reverse? What went wrong in the chain of progress? These are the type of realization questions that needs to brew in a citizen mind and it will evoke a thought process to overcome such a situation.

As a citizen, there is little they can physically do. The government may come up with many action plans but it will not be effective or efficient enough to clean up 200 years of a backdraft. There has to be a cultivation in a culture that strives for excellence in everything we do; from our daily task to our life goals. There is a spreading disease amongst the Indians called ‘Chalta hai’ that needs to be eradicated from their minds and that is where they need the government to focus on. How to change the mentality of the citizens?

The government can introduce a plan to control the oversized population but what use is a ruling over people who don’t understand why there is a ruling or what is the need for it? The government can also seek to provide literacy for the people, but what use will that do if they themselves take no effort to learn? The government can create thousands of job opportunities and again it will be pointless if the people are too lazy and ignorant to understand the need for individual and community growth.

What is the difference between an Ambani and the average Indian? What made Tata Birla the household name that it is today and why can’t an ordinary ‘bhai’ of the streets of Chandni Chouk set himself to be like Mr. Birla? What was the basis that motivated Vijay Malia to fly high in the air as compared to the hundreds of men dragging rickshaws in the city of Calcutta? Why is it that this country ranking third among the poorest of countries can also produce some of the top ranking millionaires in the world?

There is blockade in the people’s progress and the guilty party is none other than themselves. There is this culture amongst the average Indian; “Minimum effort exerted but maximum expectation on the returns”. And as a citizen, how can they break this blockade? Simply by starting at home, they should teach their young ones of the promise that was once India. They should teach them of progress and possibilities that lie ahead of them when the right amount of effort and dedication is shown. There has to be a revolution within oneself to rise beyond the call of duty. The average Indian has to spearhead his own progress without waiting for some form of opportunity, he has to plow his own path to success. The average Indian cannot stop to blame another for his losses but pick himself up and move on to bigger and greater heights. This mentality is what pushed Japan, which was once a bare wasteland, effects of an atomic bomb to now becoming what is one of the most advanced cities in the world.

Can they do it? Time will tell…

Cause We All Walk Under The Same Moon

2011-02-10T14:59:00.004+08:00

In Malaysia, we are well accustomed to the 'tidak ape' attitude. We know about it, we bitch about it but at the same time we do nothing to change the situation.

Here is where we are similar to the Indians;
A Malaysian will be 30minutes away but when questioned, he'll say; 5minutes, on the way. On the other hand an Indian will be 5 minutes away but when questioned, he'll say; 30minutes, on the way. The first is 'tidak ape' the second is 'chalte hai'. Both bears a venomous fruit to society. Being inefficient is not a crime but when you cry about it and at the same time do nothing to change yourself, then I must say; hypocrisy is a crime.

While my stint here in India, I've met some very interesting people;
I met a guy from Calcutta and from the stories he has told me, I've come to believe there is a river with gold flowing through it during the summer. I met another guy from Uttar Pradesh and from the stories he has told me, I've come to believe in the winter it snows of fairy dust and magical things can happen. I met a bloke from Tamil Nadu and from the stories he has told me, I've come to believe that once a year it rains of gold coins. And from the stories I've told all these fellows, Malaysia is a place that will chew you up like cheap tobacco and spit you out to rot in the gutters.

We can learn something from each other here; Perhaps the Indian should criticize his country a little and perhaps the Malaysian should criticize his country a little less.

The Swedish G Spot....Errmmm, G Force I Mean!

2011-02-03T11:39:00.004+08:00

When it comes to sex, it is said that women need a reason but men only need a place.

I guess this probably inspired the article in today's paper; The Top 10 G Spots. Listing places from Namibia to Budapest to Phuket for vacation spots to get that 'orgasmic experience'.

I say they left out one such spot; The Volvo 850 T5R. The gently sloping hood provides the ideal angle and the right leverage for more bang for buck! And if that's not your cup of tea, then head over to the rear of the car where the stationwagon power train machine gives you a window of pleasure and space enough plow your every vivid drive!

Bulat misses McKayla...

Till Death Do Us Unity

2011-01-22T21:05:00.004+08:00

To some, dogs are all we have...

The past two week, I've been haunted by the Grim Keeper himself. It's been a morbid fortnight and I hope summer time brings a little sunshine of joy. Day by day for the past two weeks, I've lost one cute little fella to the cold winter of Calcutta and to top it all off, my dreams have been only about death. Mine, his, her's, them etc. You name it, they've died in my dreams in the last two weeks. I was even present at the Kennedy Assassination last Tuesday. And just this morning I was gunned down in a hospital, Godfather style! Took nine shots to put me down.

My mom once told me that her mom told her; dreaming of death is actually good luck, go figure. The elders had a sick sense of humor. Imagine your grandmother telling you bedtime stories from the crypt; "Goodnight sweetie, don't let the defibrillator bring you back to life"...

Just yesterday in the papers the above article was up. It's really sweet to see the bond between man and dog after the week I've been through. It makes you wonder, how much does your dog mean to you. The sentiment is of course; life goes on but who are we kidding here, it's not easy to bury unconditional love.

God = Love, Dog = Unconditional Love, Dog = God?

It is after all the same spelled backwards. So to answer the question;
If God had a name, what would it be and would you call it to his face? If you were faced with him in all his glory what would you ask if you had just one question?

Sit Bubu, sit....

She's A Smarty Wag Tail

2011-01-12T13:24:00.003+08:00

Ode to my Butterscotch back home

Indian Shoemaker's Log

2011-01-12T12:24:00.005+08:00

Stardate: Laces 4, Leather 2, Sole size 10

This week would mark a whole month of my "Stranger in Calcutta' episode. The experience has been bittersweet, something I can always look back and say; "Hey, that wasn't too bad, now was it?". Being chauffeured around like the President is definitely something I can get used to. And a Chai-walla who brings me the best tea I've ever tasted in the cutest little tea cups is above all; luxurious. A laundry man who gets my collars just the way I like 'em is the icing on the cake! If I had my way, Deepak and Shurjeet is coming home with me!

Heaven in a cup at 9am

But there are days I wanted to go from bed to airport straight but that's only normal cause there is no place like home. As I sit here to think about the journey thus far; Somewhere along the lines a few veins have gotten blurred and some swollen up and that 17 year old arrogant prick slipped into a coma. The bust of all that's happened in 2008 till 2010 has made my inner self a stronger person. Strong enough to wake that 17 year old up and tell him; "Haare bhai, challo! Thoda kaam karo!" and this time around, I've learned a trick or two to keep that prick in line.

Life Goes On

2011-01-08T19:20:00.004+08:00

But not for some.....

When I first got here in Batanagar, Calcutta; I discovered a litter of puppies in the neighborhood. Actually I found just one guy; Joshua and he led me to his brothers and sisters. They were the cutest things on earth. They showed so much spunk and grit about them that my spirits were lifted every time I saw them. There were two black pups, two white with black patches, one brown and one white with brown patches. The six of them were the limelight of my evenings...

It had become a routine for me to save some of my dinner and give it to them and usually it's just 2 pieces of roti. But last night on my way back from dinner I discovered that Joshua and one of the black pups had died, the poor little fellows froze to death. It was so heart wrenching to see Joshua lay there still as ice.

Earlier, I had mentioned that there were two black pups, remember. Well now the remaining black pup which was inseparable from the other one has isolated itself. It is has given up on life and I'm guessing it misses the other black pup. Every time I think of this little fellow, who just won't give up on his twin, the tears just start pouring with no control. Dogs are truly heaven sent!

"The dog is a gentleman; I hope to go to his heaven, not man's"
-Mark Twain in 1899

The Bald And The Beautiful

2011-01-07T14:45:00.003+08:00

I know about the Tooth Fairy but is there a Hair Fairy, cause I could make some serious money by the time I hit 40...!!! The description on the bottle says; hair loss is due to dust and damage to hair, improper diet, stress or hormonal imbalances. Aiyo dey, if that was a multiple choice question; I'd have to tick all 4...

Speaking of hair, I found a strand of Baby's fur in my camera bag. I miss that fur-ball...

Volunteers Wanted For A PETA Event...

2011-01-04T18:54:00.005+08:00

On January 13, PETA Asia will be holding an eye-catching public education event to draw attention to the companion-animal overpopulation crisis and the importance of spaying and neutering.

In Malaysia, unwanted animals are often abandoned on the streets, joining countless other stray dogs and cats in a struggle to survive. Many of these animals starve to death, are injured or killed in fights, are hit by vehicles or are abused. Many more animals are euthanized in shelters because of a lack of good homes. Every time someone buys a dog or cat from a breeder or pet store, a homeless animal roaming the streets or waiting at an animal shelter loses a chance at finding a loving home.

The solution is as easy as ABC: animal birth control. Spaying one dog or cat can prevent countless births. Sterilized animals also live longer, healthier lives and are less likely to roam, fight or bite. We need your help to make these demos successful! Please contact me if you're able to help in any of the following ways:

We need volunteers who can attend our event, dress up in costumes (provided) and assist us in speaking to the public.

We need volunteers who can make follow-up calls to media outlets in Bahasa Malay. The calls need to be done the afternoon before and/or the morning of the demo. The calls are very simple and are just intended to verify that the media outlet has received our news release. We are grateful for any help with media calls – even five calls can make a big difference!

Please e-mail PETA representative and campaign manager at ashleyf@PETAAsiaPacific.com for more information on any of these projects.

Love, Hate & Hindustani

2010-12-31T18:22:00.008+08:00

You know how you have one or two 'goras' who have been to India tell you; "India changed my life.." (like that Eat, Pray & Love woman la).. I say to these people; "What are you talking about? Have you not been to Bangkok before?! LOL!" I even know a few friends who have gone to India, who told me, they felt a sense of belonging while they were here; like they've finally come home. Yup, you guessed it right, they're Malaysian Indians. I doubt an apek will say these things to me. But I've been here two weeks now and still no sense of belonging at all. Maybe I should go down south where my forefathers are from (even then, MAYBE).

From my observations, I think I figured out why I'll never be more Indian or less for that matter;

1. The concept of a queue eludes the Indians.
You see a store, you want something, you walk up and you get it, if there is someone in front of you, he/she is invisible. If you stand behind that person, you'll never get served cause 87,000 other countrymen are going to cut in front of you. And that was the first thing England thought me, you queue up for EVERYTHING!

2. They never put their feet up.
If there is a pavement or a railing we Malaysian have an automated reaction to put our feet up on it. The Indians don't and I dunno if it is out of respect or they're just not habituated that way. While I was in Delhi Airport, I put my feet up on my luggage. And the stares I got were spine chilling! And I thought, they liked my sparkling Nike shoes... Or they somehow were Bata spies!

3. There is a buzz about the people.
They are the rough & tough kind who constantly is wanting something or rather not wanting to be left out. They demand for everything, they complain about everything, they talk to strangers next to them, they have no sense of personal space. But you'll never catch a single one just standing still doing absolutely nothing. Even the beggars have a song and jiggle about them...

4. They treat their guest very well.
I'm practically the Duke of Batanagar. The hospitality is over whelming in the sense that I can do no wrong and there isn't anything I can't ask for. 'Jump' and 'kitna lambbe' (I think I got that wrong) you'll hear from a distance....

5. There is a strong sense of hierarchy.
On my first day, I had to make some international calls and the only place to do so is the VP's room. I was asked not to sit on the VP's chair because it WAS the VP's chair! Which btw, my office chair is bigger, ppbbbbttt....

6. Shah Rukh Khan!
He endorses everything! From nylon underwear to automobiles. Maybe they should put him on a Durex advert, could help control the population a little! Katrina Kaif is on the cover of The Indian Telegraph EVERYDAY, while Sachin Tendulkar graces the sports section EVERYDAY too. I feel like I have a threesome going on with them after two weeks...

7. To complaint or not to......
Don't be shy of a little ankle sprain either if you want to walk in India, but the weather now is perfect for walks, so I'm not complaining. But beware of the ambushing spitter! No it's not a snake only found in India, it's the pedestrian who constantly needs to spit and they come at you out of nowhere. And the most deadly of this kind is the ones who spit 'pan parag'. Google up this special breed of Indians. You'll need a mouth piece to prevent you from biting down on your own tongue if you are driving in India, not because the potholes but the speed-bumps too, like 15 of them back to back. And the 'rules of engagements' are a little different here. The highbeam and horn is the most used component on the car. I wonder how frequent do they get their horns changed. Another export business idea!!

9. Speaking of business ideas!
The next person to open up a cheap hair removal service for women will be the next Tata Birla of India. And the women would probably worship you!

10. Bow before me...
They are so respectful but I notice only to me. Among themselves, there is not a single 'excuse me', nor a 'thank you' or nor even a 'sorry'. But they say Namaskar to everyone the meet. I guess that sense of hierarchy is in action here again. What I hate the most is the interruptions you get while having a conversation with someone. Then again, here is the buzz we talked about earlier.

11. The cho cho train....
Everything over here is at an 'overnight by train' to reach distance. Crap! This country is fucking huge I tell you! Delhi to Calcutta, 24 hours, Calcutta to Mumbai 24hours, Calcutta to Bangalore 24hours. And I drive from KL to Penang in 2.5hours!!!

12. Cleanliness is next to Godliness!
This I'll say from the bottom of my heart, I will never complain about another dirty toilet in Malaysia again. I have a thing about toilets, they have to be either VERY VERY clean or they have to be at home. India has put me in one of those Fear Factor episodes where you have to do what you're most afraid off, minus the million bucks! But on the bright side, there's no one taking a leak in public or a dump behind the bush like some of you warned me off and it doesn't smell that bad....

For some parts of the time I feel like I'm in Taiping, for other parts India finds a way to bite me in ass and warn me not to forget, this is where it all began.. My below basic Hindi is improving and what's worse, I suddenly like it when I'm served for a change...

Batu Rd. Nostalgia

2010-12-10T00:30:00.009+08:00

Back when shopping malls were a thing of the future, we Malaysian had Batu Road. One of my fondest childhood memory is the shopping outings I had with my family. At that time, I was nothing more than 7 and Midvalley was nothing more than a dream of an industrialist sitting in Insaf having his briyani with envy of HanKyu Jaya!

'Back To School' meant it was time to visit mommy's favorite in the whole of Kuala Lumpur; Globe Silk Store. If you're an Indian middle aged man, chances are when you were a kid, your mommy made you wear this white undershirt called a singlet! Why, only God knows. They were called Pagodas and they we sold in Globe Silk Store and I HATED them.

Some things do change; the blind keyboard playing band is no longer stationed in front of the plaza. This was the place where all our school going clothes and casual wear was bought. There was no two ways about it. Mommy would then sneak into a place called Masjid India and the saree shopping galore would start!

There was this other place we HAD to go. This stupid bookstore to buy all our school books! It served very little, nothing more than door stoppers in my opinion. But to the life of me, I could swear it wasn't called Minerva back then. Antoni Book Store sounds so familiar but I am pretty sure that was in Brickfields. Just to step out of topic for awhile, does anyone else think this place should be named Little India instead of Brickfields? Satu Lagi Projek Barisan Nasional laaa that one!

This place was cool! Come on MBS boys, you guys know what I'm talking about? This was the place 9 out 10 of us bought our first badminton rackets. This was the place, we first saw a premier football. This was the place we first saw this silky material used to make a t-shirt and was called a 'jersey'. Not that I'm a sports buff and if anything I'm the furthest from one. But there is something about spanking new sports equipment and apparels that made every boy tingle with joy!

But I wasn't every boy! I only wanted to come here!

The all famous Insaf Restaurant... A few years ago, I would have killed for a briyani here! And to my astonishment, the interior of the place is STILL in the all famous green! Their roti canai garing is a must try! For those of you who love a nice lamb shank drenched in curry, then you need to be here! It's 1.15am and I would do almost anything right now for Insaf to be open!

Vroom Vroom, Children & 80s' Television...

2010-11-25T21:46:00.009+08:00

Kids like me didn't even have the time to salivate much less chew our food...!

There's a bunch of men out there today, who didn't watch a lot of Sesame Street or Thundercats growing up, I'm guilty as charged. I've always been a huge fan of the famous American Muscle Cars. They don't take the cherry though, cause that spot is reserved for the Prancing Horses but they do come a close second. For a very long time when I was growing up I used to love this car; the Ford Capri. To those above the age of 30 will remember this show on TV called 'Hunter'. Where Sgt. Rick Hunter (or was it detective) was seen in various of the Amerian Muscle Cars; the Dodge Monaco, the Chevy Impala and a one Ford Capri. I'm pretty sure my fetish for the American Muscle started there. I wanted to be Sgt. Rick Hunter so badly and I wanted my very own Ford Capri. I of course didn't know how to tongue the women like Sgt. Rick Hunter though but I sure did learn in the after years!

The Ford Capri was the only matchbox car I cried for when I first went to Toys "R" Us (that's an experience I've never gotten out of my system). Probably a few years later, when I finally got the 1985 Car Buyers Guide and I understood what all those abbreviations under the car performance tablet meant, I found out that the Ford Capri wasn't the best Ford ever made! There was another Ford that made this car look like a supermarket trolley. I was shocked, I was disappointed, I cried like a baby and like every other little spoiled brat, I forgot all about the Ford Capri in no time and latched on to the new and faster Ford.... The Ford GT!! Even though the Ford GT was built a good two decades before the Ford Capri, I didn't know that at the time nor did I cared much anyways...! You'll understand why in 6 and a half minutes time;

There wasn't a car that sounded like the Ford GT, there wasn't a car that looked like the Ford GT. To be quite honest, when my uncles were talking about their Toyota Corolla, I was bragging about 'my' Ford GT. Mind you, I was only either a 4 or 5 wet-snort brat. But I knew that one day I'd own a Ford GT. Of course all that changed when TV2 aired another series called 'Heartcastle & McCormick'. Now here was a car that made the Ford GT look like it was a tricycle ON TRAINING WHEELS... Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the Coyote. A lot of people may not know this but the Coyote was actually not a very impressive car only that it looked like a spaceship. And what kid wouldn't like to own a car that looked like it was a blend of a Touring bred car and Star Trek.

And we all know better than life itself what happened in 1985? The airing of the king of all cars, the only car that made television history and the one car that got kids AND even grown ass men all over the world, no matter what color... talking into their watches; Kitt!

Later in 1985, I watched my first Grand Prix. We'll leave that story for another day, shall we? Too much exhaust fumes in my brains now!

Some Things Don't Change

2010-11-24T19:14:00.004+08:00

Breakfast in Petaling Street is best served when you skip assembly period and sneak back in without getting caught. Movies have never been better than the screening at Rex Theater. And wandering in Lot10 after school till about 3pm before catching that Bas Mini back home will always have a special spot in our hearts...

Even though we've become fathers and god fathers receptively, I thoroughly enjoyed my Chili Pan Mee last weekend. We then headed down to Low Yatt and Lot10. God, I haven't been down this lane in a long long time. One thing hasn't changed though; I was still the only Indian patron in Lot10. The other Indians were cashiers and promoters and I'm not saying this with any tinge of pride at all but alas, it is the obvious. Of course me and Papa Ric just laughed and carried on ogling that woman with the huge tits...

What Is Wrong With Us?

2010-11-23T18:41:00.004+08:00

You take away someone's parking spot and I tell you, you won't hear the last of it. They'll bitch about it till the day they die. By some mistake if at the end of the month someone's paycheck is less by even 1 Ringgit, they'll ride the finance departments ass till they get it. If someone was rude to them in a restaurant where they were patrons, they will write letters, talk to the press, write bad reviews about the restaurant, even boycott and go picketing against the restaurant.

BUT....

We read about animal cruelty in the papers almost every other week. We hear about animal cruelty from a friend almost everyday. Videos, blogs and other post off animals being subjected to cruelty are up on the internet almost every hour, but only a handful of people are riled up about it. Why? Aren't our furry neighbors important enough to us to even kick up a fuss? Are we that busy fighting restaurant managers and people who rudely bump into us in the elevator that we can't even spend 5 minutes of our time to care about these victims here? What is wrong with us? It is a fundamental question that we need to be asking ourselves... I'm not asking everyone to pick up a weapon and go at it, I'm not even asking everyone to write letters or complaint to the authorities. I'm only asking you to start feeling the rage inside of you that this is wrong. It is because we are so busy trying to win the rat race we've become so tolerant about things around us that we've started to ignore everything that doesn't bother us. Nature will prosper without our presence but we will vanish off the face of this earth without nature. This is the big picture and we're not seeing it. Hey, I'm no saint. I drink bottled water everyday, it is something that I've realized over the last couple of weeks. I am a contributor to the worsened situation too. I do smack the house fly that crosses me wrongly and I eat as much meat as the next guy. I'm not going to go all vegan on the situation, nor start taking extreme measures but I have started feeling that what has been happening around us is wrong. And I'm asking everyone else to start feeling that way too. Or else, come the future there just won't be anything left for us to feel about.

The Heart Of A Fool Is In His Mouth...

2010-11-23T01:50:00.006+08:00

...But the mouth of a wise man is in his heart. To watch an idiot bring an adolescent python into a club tells me that fools will find new ways to make a fool out of himself!

This was on Halloween, at the Rainforest Sports Bar @ Pavilion Kuala Lumpur. Now I'm always not a fan of people mistreating animals. I know technically they weren't harming that poor little snake but a smart person would have known that snakes, don't have ears, they pick up on vibrations. The tiny steps of a little mouse, sends a tingle up their vibrations senses and the snake knows that there is a mouse near by. Have you felt the vibrations coming from the 20 very strategically placed speakers in a club before? Now imagine how confused and off his senses would that little snake feel? I felt like smacking that dumb idiot in the face until I found out that the snake didn't belong to this idiot, instead it belonged to the DJ of Rainforest Sports Bar.

Corporations who run a business need to run it with a certain code of ethics, cause let's face it, without ethics; you're just a bunch of crooks. A much more responsible manager would have told that DJ of his, to take the snake home. But of course, in the spirit of fun everything is tolerated. A snake in the club gives it an exotic look. People want to come up to the DJ and say 'wooooo...' and take a picture with the snake. It's a business opportunity! Please, don't do something like this at the expense of another living creature, please run your businesses with a conscience. Imagine if someone dragged you to a place that made you feel uncomfortable just cause it'll make them look cool. I bet you wouldn't like it.

I'm just one person, but I feel a place that takes it's name after a natural place like Rainforest is just being hypocritical when they don't take responsibility for when something like this happens! A snake may it be a pet, does not belong in a club, period! Stop exploiting that poor creature. The DJ needs to be a much more responsible pet owner and Rainforest Sports Bar needs to ensure that these things don't repeat itself.

Lotus Will Never Be Proton

2010-11-18T23:58:00.005+08:00

My passion for motorsports is urging me to regurgitate dinner after hearing that Proton is still adamant that Lotus Racing F1 team cannot use the name Lotus because they own it. If you want to really stand up for something, how about stop copying other car manufacturers. Be original you shameless bunch of pricks. My patriotism for this country stops at just learning the words to 'Negaraku'.

When I was in England, the professors in uni had a name for us Malaysians; Cut and Paste Experts. Are we not ashamed of this? I read an article today in the papers about how we Malaysian don't strive to do better anymore but instead we always seem to have the 'tidak apa' attitude. Quantify that with the millions the goverment has invested in Proton and you get the biggest 'Tidak apa-apa' in my opinion. I have no respect for the board of directors in Proton because they have no pride nor passion for cars at all. After 25 years in the industry and they're still copying! But the bigots have the face or thick skin to claim Lotus shouldn't be used in a racing team. It is clear and obvious they don't know the history of Lotus.

A Feel Good Story

2010-11-17T17:28:00.003+08:00

Once in awhile you stumble upon a story that just makes you feel; there is hope for this world after all. Three weeks ago one such story happened while at the adoption rally. A family with a special child walked in and showed interest in adopting a dog. When we watched that child form a bond with one of the puppies it carried an echo for humanities future when preserving nature. One of the most profound things I've ever heard on TV is (give or take a few words);

"Of all the species on planet earth, what is our purpose? Perhaps we were put here because we are the one species that can make a difference..."

And perhaps, we can!

Hulk Smash Sao Pole'o

2010-11-07T13:58:00.002+08:00

Every time it pours in Sao Paolo, we get a cracker of a race. But who would have thought we see The Hulk kick names like Vettel, Alonso and Webber out of pole position. It's the end of the season and I think now is a good as any time to speak about Formula One.

During yesterday's qualifying session we heard the commentator say that the Ferrari's have had one advantage the whole season long and that's that they conserve their tyres really well during the course of the race. And if you think about it; Ferraris overall were NEVER conservative with tyres. Since the early days till the mid 90s. Which then makes it obvious that today the Ferrari we see is a product of the Michael Schumacher stamp, that's the way he drives, he looks out for his tyres all the time which was plain and simple but the key to his success and Ferrari... hats off to them to have brought this methodology forward till today.

My disappointment yesterday was to see Massa so mundane in qualifying. He was demonic fast a few seasons back. There wasn't anyone who came near to the way he took the last few corners and head tothe finishing lines. But yesterday the old and struggling Schumacher out qualified him. While Alonso was battling it out with the RedBulls, Massa couldn't even be top 5.

I'm so riled up to see if The Hulk can tow the line tomorrow. Although my bet is on Alonso spoiling the Samba party for the Redbulls...

A Story Of Grown Ups

2010-11-06T11:35:00.002+08:00

The new talk in town is 'who is getting knocked up' or 'who just popped'. And to imagine just a few years ago it was 'who just got hitched'. It is the traditional thing to do after all; go to school, go to college. get a job, get married, get station-wagon, then have kids. It is expected of you from the community, your social surroundings. You know the saying; Everyone is doing it..

I was recently at a Fullmoon party. Now if don't know what it is, it's a celebration after a child becomes a month old and it is celebrated by the Chinese. Anyway back to my story, so at the party it got me to realize when I realize, here is a bunch of boys I grew up with and I know these fellows, all of them are a bunch of clowns. Never a dull moment when they're around. All of them have grown up. To hear them speak about pregnancy and the house loan and how much pampers cost is truly an eye opener. These boys have become men...

Gone are the days when we were talking about fast cars and chicks. Now here is where the complication begins; am I the type to follow the traditional way? Get married have a few kids? For a very long time I didn't even believe in the institution of marriage. And I still kinda hate children. I think they're annoying and so NOT cute. Time will tell...

Spammers...

2010-11-02T05:56:00.003+08:00

Of all the spam mails I've received; this takes the cake!

Dearest.

I got your email adress from the yahoo tourist search while looking for some one whom i will call mine,I will really like to have a good relationship with you, and i have a special reason why i decided to contact you. I decided to contact you because of the urgency of my situation here ,I am Miss Mary Mbogo Edwards 24years old girl from Liberia the only daughter of Late prince ,mbogo edwards the deputy minister of national security under the leadership of president Charles Taylor who is now in exile after many innocent soul were killed ,

My father was killed by government of Charles Taylor ,he accuse my father of coup attempt.I am constrained to contact you because of the maltreatment I, am receiving from my step mother. She planned to take away all my late father's treasury and properties from me since the unexpected death of my beloved Father. Meanwhile I wanted to escape to the Europe she hide away my international passport and other valuable travelling documents. Luckily she did not discover where I kept my father’s File which contains important documents.

So I decided to run to the refegee camp where I am presently seeking asylum under the United Nations High Commission for the Refegee here in ougadugou,Republic of Burkina faso. I wish to contact you personally for a long term business relationship and investment assistance in your Country.My father of blessed memory deposited the sum of US$8.500,000.00 in Bank with my name as the next of kin. However, I shall forward you with the necessay documents on confirmation of your acceptance to assist me for the transfer and investment of the fund.

As you will help me in an invsetment, and i will like to complete my studies, as i was in my fist year in the university, when the crisis started. It is my intention to compensate you with 40% of the total money for your services and the balance shall be my investment capital. This is the reason why I decided to contact you. Please all communications should be through this email address only for confidential purposes. As soon as I receive your positive response showing your interest I will put things into action immediately. In the light of the above,

I shall appreciate an urgent message indicating your ability and willingness to handle this transaction sincerely. i am staying at the female hostel.Awaiting your urgent and positive response.Please do keep this only to your self please i beg you not to disclose it till i come over , once the fund has been transfered.

Yours Love,
Mary.

Hook A Brotha Up...

2010-10-29T01:56:00.003+08:00

Do guys do the whole fix up thing? I mean does one guy set another of his guy friends up with a girl that he knows? I know women do it all the time. They itch to fix their friends up.

I'd be a little suspicious if one of my bros came up to me and said; "I have the perfect woman for you, you should meet her. Shall I set it up?". In my head, it sounds more like; "You are competition to me if you remain single. Please be unavailable the next time I introduce you to the woman I am dating...".

Then again, I have a cynical mind, so he could be genuine and really does think of my happiness. I know of friends who do suggest in passing. I remember once my best friend telling me how I should have dated this other person instead of the woman I was going out with. But best friends are allowed to do that. How about the bros? Would it be weird? Am I thinking too much about this? Should I just shut up and enjoy what may come out of it? You know what kinda dates I want to go on? The kind where you pretend to be someone else! Or wait, I think the young kids today call it 'One Night Stands'... Too much of Barney Stinson, I guess.. LOL!

Radha Mitchell

2010-10-22T03:47:00.002+08:00

I just watched "Surrogates" and something about the actress felt very familiar! You know when you've watched a movie and you start getting a crush on the actress, you tend to remember her face and even become a fan of her movies. I mean admit it, that's how Julia Roberts became a mega star; her face. Well anyways, I finally figured out where I first saw Radha Mitchel l before traced the crush back to when it started. "Man On Fire", if you haven't watched it; loser, go watch it!

End Of The Red Dawn

2010-10-22T03:11:00.003+08:00

When was the last you saw Man Utd dominate a football match? I can't remember either but I'm pretty sure it was when Ruud Van Nistelroy was still their striker and David Beckham was feeding him the passes. Yes, it has been that long. And yes, they've won championships after that but in my opinion, they barely made it. We've had some brilliant players and we still have a decent squad; so what's missing then? I don't see the devil in their game anymore...

A lot of football pundits are claiming 'The Old Man' has lost his grip on his team. Now, I've watched English football since 1992 and I've seen seasons where Man Utd has done really well and then seasons where I just want to forget. 2010/11 is turning out to be one of those I want to forget (then again, I could be wrong. This is football after all and we never know). JFK once said; "When written in Chinese, the word crisis is composed of two characters. One represents danger and the other represents opportunity". I hope Fergie sees the same!

In my opinion, the squad has players I don't think are Man Utd material. Gibson, Anderson just to name a few. Even Nani, he may have some skill but he isn't the Man Utd spirit! Far too many times all I've seen him do is put his hands on his face and fall to ground because the opposition player blew into his direction! We need replacements for the Scholes, Giggs, Keanes, Beckhams that have come and gone. Now that we're losing Rooney too, I suggest Man Utd start searching high and low and FAST!

MURDER...!

2010-10-15T17:53:00.005+08:00

There's something I want to get off my chest; Malaysian Animal Cruelty Laws SUCK!

Shoot, kill, plunder and destroy everything in our path just so that we can be the most dominant species. This has been humanity's contribution to mother earth since Adam and Eve. We've been the one common factor in the natural world's deterioration for far too long. When are we going to stop and say; we are the one creature put on this blue planet that can make a difference and start acting upon it?

The recent news of a licensed dog being shot in Tampin, Seremban is appalling! I pity these uncivilized souls because they couldn't even find an ounce of emotion or pity in them to stop themselves from committing this atrocious act! This is not the first time the Tampin Municipal Officials have done something like this? A few years back, they broke into a locked house (LOCKED) and shot (KILLED) 14 pet dogs. Half of which were Shih Tzus! Have you seen a Shih Tzu? They are one of the most cutest and smallest breed of dogs and even that didn't stop them from pulling the trigger!

I myself have two dogs and these two rascals of mine have shown me love that no other human being have. The kind of love we only read about in fiction; unconditional love beyond any claim. And if anyone as so much harm a whisker on them, I swear upon my grave that hell will be unleashed upon this unholy land! So I understand the pain Mr. Singaravelu and his family must be going through;

Dear sir, your fight for retribution for Johnny's death SHOULD NOT go in vain and I hope that the Malaysian Government open their god forsaken eyes and realize that the killing of animals is MURDER ONE too...!

Eerrrmmm....

2010-10-15T16:36:00.003+08:00

Remind me again, why is it morally unethical to undress a woman with me eyes?

Of Medals And Boobs...

2010-10-15T03:51:00.004+08:00

You know, the whole time the Commonwealth Games was going on, my parents (God bless them) were rooting for INDIA (not that I have a problem with that, I myself was rooting for Canada but I had a valid reason; did you see the boobs on those Canadian women?!) I gotta move to Canada man...

Anyways, it brought a little light into this whole One Malaysia thing. How Malaysian do you feel? I mean take for example my parents; both second generation Malaysians, both honest tax payers and voters, both very dedicated to the community and shit, both read the papers everyday have something to bitch about the government during dinner... Yet here they are not even bothered to check when were the Malaysian teams playing of where they ranked in the medal standings. This one time I came home to catch my mom enthusiastically cheering on the Indian women's hockey team (I only stayed up and watched with her cause did you see the boobs on those Indian women?) and I asked her how did Malaysia fair in hockey? To which her reply was; "Malaysia lost the gold medal they won in cycling, serves them right...". In fact the only one my parents talked about was Nicole David and how she deserved to win.

I'm not saying that my parents are national traitors, neither am I saying that they don't love their country. Every Merdeka, out comes the flag hanging in my front porch and they're always ridding my ass on how I don't do enough to give back to this country (i.e; voting)... So what gives? Why aren't my parents bothered about Malaysia? Is it cause they're not good Malaysian citizens or is it that they feel that Malaysia hasn't given back to them as much and India has? You might ask me what has India given to them, the answer is a heritage and culture that goes beyond time itself. So what is it that Malaysia haven't given back to me? Oh that's simple; we just simply don't have enough heavy chested women in our squad!

P.s; That's not the reason why I don't vote. I still have yet to see a candidate who doesn't seem to have a personal agenda or a cause that's worth my effort...

Dream A Little Dream of....

2010-10-11T18:09:00.003+08:00

The thought of suddenly having 42 facial piercings is not a happy dream!

Ever since I started sleeping again (yes, you read correctly, I DO sleep these days) my dreams have become more vivid and some times scary. Two weeks ago, in my dream I pulled a Kurt Cobain! But seeing how this dream was mine, it had to go that the gun wasn't loaded the first time. At the second attempt, the gun jammed! Then I gave up and decided to jump into a pool, only to discover that the pool was filled with jello and naked women!

Okay, if you though that dream was weird, here is one for the books; I'm on a highway, driving and apparently heading for a job interview. When I get to the exit I'm suppose to take; the exit is one of those never ending spiral ramps! I can see the office building I am suppose to get to but the ramp is just never ending. And then at the end of the day, I get a traffic summon for speeding down the ramp. And two days ago, I got up with cold sweats after dreaming I had piercings all over my face! Nose, eye lids, ears, lips, tongue, you name it; it had a ring or stud on it! Now I miss the days I went without sleeping. Television and blogs were more fun than dreams...

Wait till I spy a spider...

I Thought I Wanted A Career...

2010-09-17T03:59:00.002+08:00

Turns out, I was only interested in a paycheck. The story of my life!

There has to be something more out there than just the constant climb of the economic ladder. I want to believe that, but sadly I see no other alternative... I mean from the day you're a kid, the one constant factor that motivates you to become someone (whether it's hidden or in your face) is money. True? I mean have you met an 8 year old who took a trash can to school for show and tell; "When I grow up, I want to be the rubbish collector......"

Not that I'm looking down at the guy who empties my trash can. Hey, without him/her we'd stink up the neighborhood. But let's face it, he/she isn't exactly making anyone jealous with his/her career choice. The last time I had this conversation was about 10 years ago with my college career counselor and it ended with him saying; "There is a lot of money in the trash business..!"

Here is to me, learning how to get rid of my own trash....

No Sharp Objects Allowed

2010-08-10T03:48:00.004+08:00

You can't live like an idiot forever. You're bound to smell your own fart, eventually!

MEEEEOOOOWWW.....

2010-08-09T20:47:00.004+08:00

You know what's the worst thing that can happen to a guy? Getting caught in the middle of two F E M A L E S (Stressing the point about females)!

May it be two sisters, two colleagues, two toilet scrubbers, two bff's, two whatevers! If there are two of the same kind, get to know one and don't even bother to find out the name of the other. That's the best advice I can give any man out there...

Why do women feel that you have to take sides to be ON THEIR side? Just because I sit silently on the red corner, doesn't mean I'm cheering for the blue team, or vice-versa! This sisterhood thing is really a piece of crap I tell you. Once a month, they'll all band together around a fire and chant 'Men are bastards' two minutes later they'll be back stabbing on another over the same fire. And then they'll go around trying to recruit minions, and 90% of the time, it'll be us men. Whom, I have to admit la... We're quite stupid to hear them out in the first place. The next time a woman comes up to me and speaks about another woman, I.D.G.A.R.A.

For the last two years or so, I've befriended a lot of women and I'm sick and tired of being in the crossfire. This is warning to all those out there with make-up on, I'm am armed and trigger happy, if I hear so much as a peep about anyone of you trying to put me in between all your cat squabble. KABOOM...!

kapish? End of discussion, period!!!!!

p.s; My loyalties will always be offered to the one I refer to as, Honey!

"Bye honey..."

2010-08-05T15:49:00.004+08:00

How often do you hang out in front of your office in the mornings? Try this, go in early tomorrow and just stand and observe outside of your office building. Going in early to office has it perks, I get to 'conduct' sociology experiments (hehe!).

There is a huge majority of couples who carpool, and gosh, the antics they pull in the cabin while saying goodbye. Some are hilarious, some makes you go 'aaaawwww..' and some tells you to stay away from that person today. The couples who ride a motorcycle are the most affectionate to one another when they drop each other off. Well I didn't expect it but those who came in huge ass luxury cars, hardly say a word much less even give a wave 'tschuss'. I saw a couple play rock, paper, scissors; winner gets a kiss! I saw one couple wrestle each other and another couple synchronizing their pda's. Why, only God knows!

The obvious is that they didn't get enough of each other the night before. I say that's a thumbs up for our community today! Divorce rates are at it's highest but who knows, I see signs it may come down...

Butterscotch Baby

2010-07-25T01:57:00.005+08:00

Come this October, my little (okay, not so little) munchkin will turn 5. It has dawned on me that 5, is actually 40 in dog years....

I've noticed as of late that she is already starting to find it difficult to run up and down the stairs. Also after she gets up from her slumber, her hind legs are a little shaky. And it struck a deep and sad cord in me.

For the past 5 years of my adult life, this woman has been a huge part of it. She's seen me get my first job. Buy my first car (which technically was for her). She's seen not one but a few 'ladies' come and go in my life. She's even stood by side in a 'show-down' with 6 teenage rempits. She's been there! And you know what saddens me the most when I think about this situation, even if I would never acknowledge her or thank her for being there; I know she'll still do it, again and again. Dog's have thought me the true meaning of unconditional love.

Baby isn't my first dog, but she's the most significant one ever. I'm quite aware of a dog's lifespan, much more that of a German Shepherd. I know I will out live her but I also know that someday my Butterscotch furred friend and I will run the out fields again, together!

Financial Freedom

2010-07-25T01:15:00.005+08:00

The two most important words I've heard in the last 30years! I'll be the first to admit, I'm a late bloomer to understanding the concept. Or should I say instead, the one who held out the longest before being lured into the darkside!

From the 80s' people have been on this rat race while I've been pissing my best years away. No regrets though, I've lived a full life. I've survived thus far and somewhere inside of me there's a voice that is telling me this path is just going to be another one of Rajesvaran Santhana's crazy adventures...

What can I say, trying to achieve this financial freedom is a bitch! Recently I've started up my own business and I've gained a new found respect for everyone who have in the past started up their own businesses. I've never been more excited in my life, yet never shit more bricks in my life as yet too.

Battling the unknown with the least amount of experience. No matter how thorough you are in coming up with business plans and marketing strategies, there is just no preparing you for this!

Wish me luck....

It Will Never Happen

2010-07-21T18:57:00.005+08:00

Ever since I made it public that Nigella Lawson is on my list. I've had a band of people telling me how it will never happen... People, people, people; the idea is not for it TO happen but IF it were to happen. The most common reason I've been given is that she's old enough to be my mother. Oh come on... Age is just a number. And if anyone looked so good at her age, I think it's a compliment younger men are lusting over her!

The flirtation idea of hooking up with a celebrity IS fictional; I mean, we all know the odds are closer to never. But from now and then everyone melts into a little infatuation with people we see on television. There was a whole show about this on the Discovery Channel. How the human mind identifies with famous faces and how we get attracted to that symmetry. Yes, infatuation has it math too.

Put the math aside, have you guys watched her shows? That woman only cooks sexy food! I don't know if it's the setting or the way the production crew zooms into her and her kitchen. Let's just say it's more sex than food. I'm not ashamed to say, watching her cook up something and take a bite into it, gives me a hard on... Another thing I notice about her show; the focus is on her. So that means the producers know, SHE is the one raking in the viewers and not her dishes! Have you seen how they focus in on her mouth as she take a spoon full of creamy spaghetti?

Grow Up and Smell The Coffee...

2010-07-20T00:06:00.003+08:00

And no, I'm not hosting another talk show! Karan is a fag!

It has been brought to my attention that I've not grown up yet....

Now somehow I know I shouldn't dismiss this by saying; boys will be boys. The measure of a man is what? Boy that is a very subjective question. Many could say the same about success. So what is it about me that makes me still a kid? I runaway from my responsibilities? I don't seem to have the 'Dark Knight, weight on my shoulders' grim face? Or is it that I seem to want to associate everything I do with fun?

I know, an alarm went off somewhere for the latter... Now what's wrong with trying to make everything a little more fun? Wouldn't it be a whole lot easier doing a chore if it was fun to do it? We wouldn't call a chore to start with then...!

"A rolling stone gathers no moss..."

Now a lot times, this saying goes synonymous with people who seem to evade his or her responsibilities. A nomad who can't seem to commit to something or someone. But here is how I see it. A savior who knows, when his job here is done and moves on to his next challenge. Moss is symbolic to idling in my opinion. Hence why the Stones must Roll and Rock never dies!

Who's going for the Slash concert?

2010... OMG, I'm 10 years older from Y2k!

2010-06-21T20:41:00.003+08:00

Becoming 30 sucks...

It's like suddenly all the hair on your head just declared war with the rest of your body. All troops from the head have been deployed south! I have hair growing on my back, I can pass off as a Sasquatch! I even have hair growing on my ears! Now that's one thing God (the all mighty creator) clearly fucked up on. Seriously, hair on men's ears proves one thing; God had too much time on his/her hands! If that's not enough I just developed a new condition called Alopecia Barbae. It's when spots of my facial hair decide that they too want to join the head hair on they crusade down south! So now, my head is thinning, my forehead is getting bigger and I have bald spots on my beard! Just shoot me....

My list of five...

2010-02-15T03:09:00.002+08:00

Every man has a list... And here is mine;

1. Nigella Lawson
2. Carrie Ann Moss
3. Elizabeth Shue
4. Julia Roberts
5. Anushka Shetty

Thus far...

2010-02-06T20:55:00.002+08:00

Can you believe it, it's already February. It was like 2009 just a few months ago, then it was 2010 and now it's a month since 2010...! Every year, you routinely look forward to certain things that happen, I mean for me it's the annual gathering at grandma's at the year end (my start to the year starts in December). Then it's Thaipusam in Penang. And then there's the March till May of wondering where is this year heading. Now this period usually ends with a crazy pack your bags and head to some island where we chug beer and chow prawns like there's no tomorrow...

Then when I usually get back from where ever it is I just got back from, it's the Jun and July period. Now this is the actually period I'm good at everything I do. I peak at work. I start dreaming of that big promotion, that filthy increment and that corner office where the sun set is awesome! Come August, 9 times out of 10 I would have had my blood sucked dry the corporation lies and bullshit. So August is usually the month where I update my resume. And not to rub it in, I'll be sulking in the all golden era of wrinkles! Yes, it's the month I turn a year older. And the words my dad said to me when I turned 20 keeps ringing in my ear; "You're 20, and what do you have to show for it?".

Oh then comes the crazy September where I start making enemies at work, I start smoothly making friends with the 'other' side. I remember one September I even drove 300miles to another interview just cause I was pissed with the boss. I have to say that was weird interview, we spent 2 hours bitching about the government in dingy Pizzahut at PTP, oh and my ex throwing a scene in a club that night took the cake!

Wait! (Drum roll please...): OCTOBER! Wooooo hhhhooooooo....!!! (nuff said).

We then come to a stand still at November, where everything starts to make sense and the world seems like a better place. We mellow down from all the ruff and tuff of May till September. We start saying things like; "Who ever said life was easy?", "When the going gets tough....." and saving the best for last; "It wasn't meant to be...".

Then it comes back to December, one full cycle... Circle... Whatever! Point is, is 2010 going to be any different? Time will tell...

Oh and I'm goooooooddd...

2010-02-06T20:31:00.002+08:00

Have you ever stopped to wonder if you're good at anything? No I'm serious, are you good at anything at all and if you knew it would you say it? I mean, on a daily business scheme of things, we go about doing maybe a thousand things? Let's stop and make a list... Also let's see if we can say, we're good at any of these things?

1. Set the alarm
2. Turn it on
3. Go to bed
4. Pretend to go to bed
5. Pretend to pretend to go to bed

Okay I'm rambling... Onto more serious stuff

1. A hand shake
2. The take control of the room walk (When you walk into the room, you know?)
3. Kissing... (!!!)
4. Driving
5. Knowing which wine to pick
6. Make a kid laugh
7. At what you do at work
8. Play the game (You know)

I know a few people who are good at a few things, like my brother, he is good at computers. My best friend, he is good at gadgets. My girlfriend good with the monetary stuff. My mom, good in the kitchen. My boss, good on a spread sheet. Makes you wonder are you good at anything...

A little bit of giving back...

2010-01-18T23:52:00.006+08:00

Just what this country needs right about now...

I recently saw a group on Facebook that supported the use of 'Macha' as the official Malaysian calling. Like the Americans have their 'Dude' and the British have their 'Mate'... But what inspired me the most was a comment left in there by one of the members and it went;

'One Malaysia is nonsense, One Macha is more likely to happen!'

With that in mind I must say, I've thus far started off 2010 with little glitter of hope for this world we live in. I once wrote;

'The cries of great men, for the freedom of a nation and for acknowledgment of individualism. For who and what they are. No more, no less. Not for a claim, nor for approval. This simple truth has been the elementary drive of these men and their existence...'

And what little we do, can spiral into heart warming climates (if not Tsunami's of a good nature). Over the weekend a few great men ('mankind', wouldn't wanna offend the extraordinary women who came too) tried to change the climate for a few people who needed some wind of change in their lives.

The children of Rita Home in Kapar.... Adorable brats!

The Toilet Roll Mummy... Just one of the games we played...

These kids had some hilarious stories to tell us and they were quite the story tellers!

Hats off to all those who came and I wanna give a shout-out to a special someone who spearheaded this event. You snowballed this, so take a bow, you're one of a kind...

You're the closest to heaven, I'll ever get...

2010-01-15T20:58:00.003+08:00

If I went screaming 'love love love...' in the pouring rain would someone stop me and bitch slap me? Aside from the probability of getting run down by a rempit I don't think anyone would or should for that matter... I've had my heart broken so many times, I think I've lost count but not lost hope...

Yeah, yeah... I'm a hopeful romantic!

Now, I also know I'm a realist too. So how does this work? A realist knows that everything (and these are the words of a realist, not mine), everything comes to an end. It's the theory of evolution, one cycle has to end in order for the next to begin. But a hopeful goes on and on like that Celine Dion woman (and don't get me started on that song)...

I've often also said, that everything I've learned in life I've learned from Formula One. Yeah those non F1 followers will have trouble following these next few theories;

1. Qualifying position doesn't really matter on the starting grid if your strategy is sound...
2. Your win doesn't really matter, cause it's the points that at the end of the season that counts!

and lastly

3. Its one thing to catch up the to the race leader but whole different story to go pass...

(All of the above is void in the presence of R A I N)

Okay, now let's put all three genre into motion here; the realist is saying don't go for it, cause it's not really worth the long run. The hopeful in back-draft is saying fall like you've never fall before, cause it's not worth it at all if you don't. And the F1 theories only tell me one thing, fall like Senna or race away like Schumacher...

Twenty Ten

2010-01-10T20:57:00.003+08:00

So gone it has that wretched 2009... How do I see it? Is it the year I've lost or gained? If it is one of those years I figure I've lost more than any, then it goes without saying; every year we lose our youth (and hair for men)... And this year it's major.. No, no... Major, major! Yup the big three o...

I look back to 2009 and I notice one thing; I lost a lot of possessions! Cars, phones, shoes, clothings and it didn't stop there, 2009 even manage to take away my camera at the 11th hour. Hmmm... The thing that has expanded exponentially is probably my friends list, good trade off? Time will tell!

Revival...

2009-12-20T11:23:00.003+08:00

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....

2009-08-25T20:27:00.002+08:00

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?)

2009-08-25T01:58:00.006+08:00

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!!!

2009-08-22T13:42:00.002+08:00

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!

2009-06-08T23:15:00.001+08:00

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...

2009-04-17T20:39:00.005+08:00

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...

2009-04-16T18:04:00.002+08:00

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.

2009-04-15T15:20:00.003+08:00

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...

2009-03-31T07:45:00.004+08:00

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...

2009-03-31T01:51:00.002+08:00

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...

2009-03-29T21:37:00.002+08:00

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...

2009-03-28T01:23:00.004+08:00

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...

2009-03-27T19:43:00.002+08:00

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...

2009-03-18T03:08:00.003+08:00

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...

2009-03-17T03:06:00.003+08:00

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...

2009-01-26T13:37:00.002+08:00

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...

Pushing further where no man has pushed before...

2008-12-24T18:59:00.003+08:00

I've gone thru a lot in my life, that much I know. I've always been one to go and push things to it's breaking point. I know that's not very smart on my account. But never the less, I have. It has always cost me. Not once can i genuninely say it helped or brought me any good. But yet, I've never stopped doing it. Farny how I put it as though it's my fault but not...

Nicotine never tasted this good!

2008-12-22T01:27:00.002+08:00

What is this? Why agree to this?
Where do we go from here? Where does she wanna go from here?
Do I say this, or that? Do I even do anything?
Why wait? What is that going to achieve?
So is this it? Did I destroy this one as well?
Do I really wanna do this for a living? (I'm good at it, no?)
Why am I so confused? Do I call her or not?
Do I wanna go back there tomorrow morning?
Do I come back home tomorrow?
What now then? Let is eat me inside out?
Do I go back there again? Everyday?
So is it over? I've said that already haven't I?
Not in so many words but am I a moron? Don't answer that!
What do I want to do? For real? For real, real?
Were we pretending at anytime ever? Was I? Were they?
Do I even want to know the answer?
What happened to that kid I knew? He is not dead! No?
I can kick ass if I wanted to! No?
I need to surround myself with more of Mr. Jon's...
I doubt it'll be sane but a hell lot more fun!
Don't you wanna join me? Pull up a chair, pour yourself a bourbon?
Don't ask question, just shut up and drink!
Is this healthy? Why the hell not!
Look what's going on on HBO, not like you have anything else to do?
Are you ignoring me? You would wouldn't you?
You can pull yourself to do that can you? Should I be surprised?
Do I, again really want to know the answer to that?
Is it my age? Am I too old? Or too young? Do I need to grow up?
Have I not grown enough? Is there really that much more that I can absorb?
Is that the light flickering or my eyes, twitching?
Do I care? Do you care? Would she care? Would anyone care? Do I want someone to care?
What difference would it make? Would it?

WOULD IT? WOULD IT EVER?!

Fuyyoooo

2008-12-02T11:18:00.000+08:00

After a 8 month absence from the scene... I'm back!!!

But I dunno what to write.. Alamak!!!

...

2008-04-09T13:10:00.002+08:00

so much for my resolution... lasted only about a week!!!
(i swear to return and avenge my blogger death)

The TI Karaoke Craze

2008-03-29T09:27:00.002+08:00

these people love to hit the karaoke joints man... in Jan, at the turn of the new year our big boss took us all for an EE Anual dinner, where...karaoke. then we've recently had one engineer resign, to throw him a farewell, where'd we go....karaoke. i couple of TI friends invited me out once, where'd we go, karaoke. then now we're having this technician appreciation dinner, where are we taking them...karaoke.

and every session it has become routine for me (and by request) to sing "It's My Life" by Bon Jovi. secretly...i love pretending to be a Rock Star!!! is there an award for Best Karaoke singer?

Garfield

2008-03-28T08:57:00.002+08:00

Aiyo.... (why *wail*....whyyy)

i've not been one who cares much for the looks la, i mean i duuno why exactly but it just is. not saying i rather look like a slob. i think i present myself pretty well but lately i've been putting on the pounds byt the minute (or seconds)...

it hasn't really bothered me that i'm FATTTTTTTTTTTTT but youo know, just that i'm FFATTTTTTTTTTT and it seems to be what everyone say, that i'm FAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTT....

The MAKE-Test Dinners

2008-03-27T14:06:00.003+08:00

so, it has been almost close to 8months since i'm with Texas Instruments but i think only about what, 4months now with under the Handler Improvement team... (yeah just about right). so anyways, ever since i came to this team we've been having this MAKE-Test dinners thingys going on..

(okay let me explain..)
MAKE-Test is this team of experts who are based in Dallas but over see a few of the technical aspects for all the Assembly and Test sites. so technically we the Handler Improvement team sorta always liaise with them. so we often try to have this team building between us going...
(okay, back to the story now)

right, so for the past 4months, i was invited to join and i said hey, sure no problem. been doing ever since. until last night *cue the "Imperial March". we've had Ben from the Product Engineering join us in a few of our dinners and last night he invited our Operations Manager... (yup, right, exactly, the same OM who told me to go back to Flextronics and the same guy who did the wife thing during my interview) *cue the "imperial March" again.

see over a few dinners, lunch and tea times in the last 8months or so, i've got to know Paul (Darth Vader) better and yeah, he is a cool dude. jokes like a maniac and very fun to be around with. so when the news came to us that Paul was joining the MAKE-Test dinner i was cool about it until he showed up and gave the look... the "Sake on a Tuesday night ahhhh?" look...

to cut the story short, he kinda took it as us taking MAKE-Test for a free ride, oh did i mention, MAKE-Test pays for these dinners. and last dinner we went to Ozeki. for those of you who are not familiar with japanese food scene in KL, Ozeki is farking expensive. and this is how they food looks like;

the bill that night came up to RM1700, (hahahaha..i know, at the end of the story, you'd be wishing we didn't go to Ozeki as well). and Paul some how found out about this as well. so last night, he came up with the deal, that we gotta take turns buying this MAKE-Test dinner. so Byron pays for this one and the next was gonna be one of us and he is joining,

to make things worse, the Korean Restaurant we went to Jung Wan, didn't accept Amex cards, so Paul paid for dinner and alamak, now he is beating the shit out of us. let's put this simple, we each had to fork out RM100 each.

Morale of the story:
1. Don't hide anything for Darth Vader
2. MAKE-Test dinners are once a month

Hahahaha... dey, Ben...you watch the next time we go Painballing!!!!

Sit Bubu, sit...

2008-03-26T11:42:00.002+08:00

yup, i blew it... and i seem to be doing it far too aften than i can afford to. what's wrong with me? i was really trying to think back at all my past relationships and i realized that Michelle is by far the most forgiving (phew...lucky me). so i get to go drinking all the time, i get to gaze at 'Fujitos' and i get to play jablok pranks (as long as i use the 'Kama Chi Chi Bu Bu'), i'm practically getting away with murder here.

okay, lets recap; why am i complaining? right... so here goes;

i think i should put in more effort, right? i know, i'm not doing everything i can do within my bearables. i know i want to but i can't figure out what's stopping me? work? nahhh.... maybe then again it's just my age? have gone past the lovey dovey age? i don't think so either, i'm still a kid! then i ask maybe it is because Michelle is too forgiving? and i'm afraid to asnwer my own question?

Do i need a shorter leash?

TytnII

2008-03-25T17:44:00.002+08:00

With the recent purchase of my trustee HTC, i realized that i'm pretty well equipped for office work. appoinments get through, task gets reminded and i'm never without a pen and paper.

i've been surfing the net while i'm on the crapper, updated my Facebook status while i was out drowning my face in Guinness last night. truth be told, i'm never alone or bored. my 3G unlimited access is awesome (now i can surf porn in the office, heaheaha).

i'd say the only downside to this phone is that now, even though my camera is a 3mp but it's still bad. doesn't really have a flash either. my sound playing days are far gone. the entertainment aspect has been cut short but other wise, it rocks.

HTC better be paying me for saying this.

GAB

2008-03-25T10:46:00.002+08:00

i've never had a more Stoutfull day in my entire life....

last night there was a charity event held at GAB. the booze flowed like mud i tell ya. free flow of Guinness and Kilkeneys, of course there was a few other beers around but who cares when stout rules! met a few nice people from event management industries, met another few drunkards. best of all it was nice to meet up with all the 'mat crackos'. but as always a few blew us off; Visvan and Shaggy, both the ex-Flexians... (apa laaa, bikin malu jugak)

weird though, i had almost close to 2o stouts, didn't get hammered and even better, i actually blew Michelle off (not on purpose la, the event started late) but she wasn't pissed with me. i tell ya, it doesn't get any better than that; free flow of stout and gf not pissed with you all in the same night... or should i say; all in a days work!

The Malaysian GP

2008-03-25T10:38:00.002+08:00

It was awesome... the weather, the people, the environment, even the god damn beers were at perfect temperature.

the race, besides the unfortunate incident with Fillipe Massa spinning (or berpusu-pusu) out was also close to perfect. Kimi drove an excellent race. but i particular loved the way both the Redbull cars were performing.

Busted...

2008-03-21T19:01:00.002+08:00

A message from my big boss

To all my direct reports,
Pls check the time in & out of your Engineers. I will start taking action against those
who are not in to work by 8.30am starting tomorrow for the line audits. I guess I have
reminded everyone enough. We cannot apply double standards for techs & engineers.
Some of your guys are doing disappearing act during the work days after lunch, evening
very consistently. Look at this list very closely & talk to them. Pls get your problem fixed
for those who are not adhering to this rule.

Best Regards,
xxxxxxx

there goes my 9am leaving for work routine...

VRRRROOOOOOOMMMM..... (part 2)

2008-03-19T18:37:00.002+08:00

I wanna go!!!!! who wants to come with?

Singapore GP in September.

VRRRROOOOOOOMMMM.....

2008-03-18T17:14:00.003+08:00

It's the F1 Fever..............

every year without fail, i always plan to source for tickets but end up trying a tate wee late, end up sitting at Hillstand E. the thing is, it sound as though Hillstand E is a crappy place to sit at but actually; it's the best seats in the house. turns12, 13 and 14 are one of the best corners to watch an F1 car run up and down it's gears, best of all is when the accelerate towards turn 15, which is this really tight hair pin leading into the turns 16 and 17, which go on and on and on.....
(damn, i sound like a commentator on tv, heahehae)

March 21st till 23rd, don't miss the action, live...
(damn, now i sound like a Petronas advert)

My March 17th resolution:

2008-03-17T19:09:00.002+08:00

To blog more, like I used to...

loads of things happening right now. i used to be packed with stuff to do at work but after i was taken out of operation and put as lead OEE Engineer, things became mundane. i took as my honeymoon period. damn there were days when the whole day all i did was Facebook!!! but as off March, i was put in-charge of a new Technology qual, suddenly it's like a whole ton workload dropped on my desk. not to mentioned i'm still the lead for OEE Operations. My boss has been really cool about it, guiding me thru. I have a funny feeling what day when i walk up to his Office and go "Errmmm, Mano?" ,he is gonna go; "Oh for Fucks sake, what now?". i've been bugging him with so many things. I'm new, i have an excuse...

there is talks of me going over to Dallas for this qual but who knows. though i have already went and found out about my visa application, lets keep my fingers crossed.

my zombie nights are still with me. to be honest since last year May, I've not had one decent nights sleep. when i mean decent, I mean; go to bed around 11, 12 in the night and get up 7.30 in the morning. without fail i've always slept at around 2.30am, earliest! and farking astro is definitely the re-run satelite tv of the century. I've seen this movie "Robber Bride" playing on HBO 6 times in the last one week. Not to mention AXN and they're "Longest Yard" longest ever re-run spree.

I've been ashamed of myself when it comes to being a sport fanatic. since last July, i've not watched one Tennis tournament, not even one decent match of United games. neither have i followed the MOTOgp well. but... but, i have to say, ever since Formula One started nearing, i've been motivated to watch more sports, maybe it's the whole adreneline pumping thru my body. speaking of Formula One...

Australian GP... When was the last we saw only 8 cars finishing the race? yes, exactly during Mark Webber debut also in Australia when only 7 cars finished and also in Indy, when all the Michellin runners pulled out. yesterday was amazing and my driver of the day was Fernando Alonso. to be honest, secretly while i was a huge fan of Michael Schumacher, i had definitely admiring Alonso. don't get me wrong, i love Ferrari and will forever be a supporter of the Tifosi. i so wish Alonso was in one of those Scarlet cars!!!

oh by the way, Michelle and I are still seeing each other, heahahea... didn't think we'd last ehhh? (actually didn't think she'd tolerate me wei.. but looks like i'm wrong). so off we go next week to Sepang for our first ever Grand Prix together (i hope you don't bring your laptop and facebook, Yang).

and what is with this Facebook craze? man, i've got it, honestly... i've got it bad wei! my facebook is always open, either i am at the office or at home. Heng Khuen and us we're having a chat the other day in Swenson, about how if these days you don't have Facebook, people give you that "you've just admited to bombing the world trade center" look.

okay back to Facebook'ing....

Draft No.8 - I'm Back (What the fuck)

2008-03-14T16:25:00.003+08:00

i know, i know... having a blog mean i've gotta update it once in awhile, forgive me, i'm a bad blogger. but at least not that bad, considering i had 7 drafts sitting in my dashboard. just proves to show i tried, heaheaha...

Draft No.1 - No Title
Man...i haven't blogged in a while. last i blogged was during the Uncle and Aunty's wedding. so lets continue where i left off. Christmas... what can i say, it's over. Hahahaha... (not much of a Holiday season person).......................

Draft No.2 - I Fucked Up
when a man asks a question...the assumes the answer he got was a straight one, Yes means yes and no means no. i am a man and i have no reason to react otherwise. New Years...traffic is bad and it sucks to be in one for 3 fucking hours and then go jump celebrate 2007...............

Draft No.3 - No Title
(nothing writen)

Draft No.4 - WTF (seems to be my fav title)
so i was initially in charge of operations in level3, then level5, then back to level3, then to level4, then back to level5, then overall OEE, then BPS and then got know what else... things change around here quite quick. i dunno if it is a good thing or a bad thing, come to think of it, i don't have an opinion on it at all...................

Draft No.5 - The First Vacation
(i'd rather not post what was drafter here)

Draft No.6 - I'm Back
wow... i am really neglecting my blog. i have not writen in ages. i notice that i have so many drafts in my dashboard. weird how i am not persuing to continue to write any of them....

Draft No.7 - I'm Back
(nothing writen)

I'm back

2007-12-19T22:51:00.000+08:00

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

2007-12-12T21:20:00.000+08:00

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

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

so it has finally happened...

2007-11-27T20:46:00.000+08:00

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???

2007-11-24T17:59:00.000+08:00

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!!!

2007-11-22T01:45:00.000+08:00

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"

2007-11-18T13:05:00.001+08:00

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

2007-11-18T08:01:00.000+08:00

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

2007-11-16T00:45:00.000+08:00

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

2007-11-14T19:04:00.000+08:00

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

2007-11-12T21:37:00.000+08:00

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

2007-11-11T18:04:00.001+08:00

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

2007-11-05T11:43:00.000+08:00

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.

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