The Later Years

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

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

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


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


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


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


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


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


i mean who wouldn't...


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


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

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

The Wonder Years

have all gone by...

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

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

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

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


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

Marriage, kids....?

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

back to kindergarten

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

is this appropriate? is this considered pronography?



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

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





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

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

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

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

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

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

1. These two are still craving homosexuals


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


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


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


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


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

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

the curse of 31

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


but after the second, something changed...


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


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

We went to watch Shivaji

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

how do pocupines mate?

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

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

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

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

so this is how it all went down...

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

See no Evil


Hear no Evil


Say no Evil


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

i do...

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

the top 10 cons men fall into marriage;

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

and the winner

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

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

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

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

Devil, let me be Red

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

it's a sports thing...

Hot Wheels

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

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

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

i'm seriously on the wrong continent!

turn your lights down....

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

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

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

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

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

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MotoGP hasn't really been the same without Michael Doohan, but this guy has made it pretty exciting for the past few years.

Visvan's farewell

Sitting Row (left to right) : Jason, Visvan and Heng the Fartenator
Standing (left to right) : My ex-boss Siti, Jasman Jamarei (that is the coolest name ever), yours truly, Subra, ever cute Hana (thought she was twelve when i first joined) and last but not least my two ever reliable Equipment Engineering guys Zam and Zaihan.

what can i say about visvan, who will always be known as the man who played badminton with his boxers (pictures are available upon request)

Destination: Unknown

next month and it'll be a year since i've joined Flextronics. wow, how does time fly? i feel as though it was only yesterday i was busy sending out resumes (well, not that sending out resumes has stopped anyways).

to be honest there is a lot of things i can be learning in this company but unfortunately 3/4 of the time engineers here are fire fighting that we seldom have the time to learn something new and interesting. oh well, no point bitching about this. like i've said time and time again, the grass is always greener on the other side. every establishment you end up in you find shit, just in different shades of them.

i wonder if i'll ever start up my own business? always wanted to be my very own boss. run things the way i want and answer to nobody but myself. that way if i screwed up, i'll know i screwed up and have no choice but to take full reponsibilities for my actions.

but seriously these days everything starts to get old very quickly, aint i right? i mean you do something for a day and it feels as though you've been doing this for years and just want out. the world is moving so fast that it has moved past humanity. i was talking to Sarah yesterday and she was telling me how her dad talks to her about hardship all the time. i always wondered why is it in human nature to always want others to suffer just because we did? i mean take our dad's who always tell us, that they use to walk 3miles to school everyday and we are driven to school, remeber this old dialogue you dad use to give you when you were in school? here is the question you should ask your dads; 2000 years ago mankind ate raw meat, have they ever done that?, 1000 years ago mankind walked from one continent to another. why about 100 years ago people used horses as mode of transpotation and today we only hear the talk of horsepower??? things change and if they think we're not learning hardship then they are seriously mistaken. dude it is hard enough to stay alive this days. it's different from back then. they suffered from a different cancer than the ones we're going thru these days. every parent should understand that.

when we were a kid, they tought us how to ride a bike, have they ever wished we'd fall and hurt ourselves just because they did. answer is; no, so why is it they talk about hardship? they should embrace failure as part of life and not outcast children for their failures. let them lead their lives the way they want, you've done enough by giving them an education and nuturing them to become who they are today but now is time to let them bloom into what they aspire to become. it's time for you parents to become spectators and watch their childrens lives take flight. if it crashed, wait till your children ask for help to pick up the pieces, don't intervene and remind them how you knew it'll all go up in smoke.

these days i'm bored with life. even though my insomnia period is wearing off the affects of staying up late just thinking about stuff has taken its toll. i have no aspirations anymore, no direction. we reach a stage where we just wanna make money, i think i'm there. which seems so empty and futile. where do i go from here?

p.s; i'd make one rotten parent too

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is it just me or does she seem hot after winning Big Brother?

"it's complicated"

everybody is familiar with friendster these days, right? you know how the have your status and how you can choose whether or not you are single or divorced. my favorite is the 'it's complicated' choice. but i need to get one better...maybe friendster can add 'it's fucked up'...or 'fuck that shit'.

tomorrow my dad is turning 60, happy birthday Dad.

i've got no mood tp blog anymore, maybe tomorrow...

grow a set

i wish everybody would grow a set of balls and just say what the fucking hell it is they wanna say!!! you have some message to convey to other put it in the exact words you actually want it to be heard and don't go all 'home deco' on your sentences, trying to make it all sound so nice and dandy as if you being nice. especially managers in Flextronics, yeah you bunch of bozos, if you are reading my blog i don't give a rats ass.

this is my blog and if i wanna dish out some genuine bitching phrased up in my own words, then it's my wish 'you fuck with me, then you're fucking with the best!'. already you guys got no balls to make decisions, causing us to do the fire fighting, no wanna go all noble and caring... bull'funky'shyte!!! no i seriously mean, every single one of them can kiss my brown ass.

you wanna tell me to shut the fuck up and do as you say, just come out and say it, least i'll respect the command you have over what the hell you want. don't come to me and say, it should be what i want to do as well. cause my name doesn't start with A.K. (ass kisser).

goodnight everyone and fuck you too...

p.s; not exactly going to bed but sounded more cooler to end that way.

leave???

the thought of leaving the country....?! and why not?

one reason why i should pack and leave again, just one is all i ask for (and the guy who comes up to me and says family is gonna get his balls clipped off)

Eyes wide closed

my GM has started of his blog and has been sending out invites to read his blog, i wonder if i should do the same? heahehaeha...and for the past few day my blog was a restricted website. am i competetion?

i wish i get to sleep more, this insomnia is killing me. last night i went home and though i could sleep there but didn't work, whether i'm in Subang or Melawati it doesn't make a difference. i haven't slept since last night and just came to work at 5.30am! i look like shit and i can feel my eyes being swollen. it's weird how every year without fail i get this. it stays for about 3 months or so and then it goes. i have not had it ever since i started working last dec, till now that is. it was so much easier during college days.

my boss is being quite, i mean quite understandin about it, lets see how far i can hold this up or till my body fades out. i prefer working flexible hours, i come in, do my thing and leave within the required working hours. shyte man..Flextronics is not Flexible, even though their new tag line is Fast and Flexible.

i've always wondered everytime i blog, especially about stuff like this whether i can get sued? it is my blog and i'm entitled to say whatever i want but ofcourse we're talking about letting internal information and stuff. i mean it's not like i'm letting out confidential stuff but you know? can i get sued for defamation? wait the fuck minute?! do i really give a shit, you wanna sue, for what? i'm broke....

i wanna sleeeeeeep...!!!

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i dunno what's worst, suffering from insomnia and not being able to sleep or thinking about something thats not gonna happen the whole time i'm awake?

okay, before all that....

not exactly what i'd call a perfect Grand Prix weekend. dispite the fact that Massa drove (according to Steve Slater) a champions race i still think both Ferraris' had (and have) the pace to obliterate their rivals but both drivers' seem to be in a phase where by whatever they get seems to be enough for them, correct me if i am wrong (Formula One Fans)?

i mean is there no hunger to gun down the car infront of you anymore? putting aside the fact that your engine has to last the next race in Barcelona, putting aside the fact that the last stint of the race was run on hard compound tyres, putting aside the fact you are nursing some sort of technical disadvantage, (i can go on and on) but putting aside all these factors i saw a more gutsy drive from David Coulthard in the entire race then any other drive on the track. which puts validation to my allegation that is no more character left in the sport. lucky for us very few there was one brave soul willing to take the risk (in style), Nick Heidfeld taking on Alonso on the outside but even that i'm willing to put heavy money on Alonso not wanting to have a dog fight on his hands.


back to routine bitching...

when was the last i watched a chinese movie? some fire monkey movie with Ric in 1997 if i'm not mistaken. well i just spent my night by watching one, the actress had a pretty face (thats all i'll say about it).

sunday was a Sarah's graduation and no one else even say a word. it was at Shang KL. i must say though i remember Shang being bigger somehow but then again can't remember why. anyways it always help to have someone who has put on the robe before doesn't it. having graduated before i always wondered whats the big deal about graduation day. i had a big sigh of releaf on my graduation day even though it wasn't really a tough to get through. but it was nice to have your name being called out and you get the small aunce of recognition, i guess.


anyways,

tomorrow is back to work. i tell you if i had a penny for everytime we had an indecisive situation cause by management, i'd buy Queensland by now. the phrase 'Line them up and give me a badge and gun' comes to mind but when you are an engineer, shit comes in all sort of shade and form. suck it up and live with it (of course until you promoted into a manager and become a rootcouse to the shit yourself).

1980....

maybe i'm not being understood or maybe i'm not understanding people?

i know i'm not being totally honest with myself and others. there are some i wanna share my feelings with but can't, then there are some i wanna tell off but i can't either. i wanna cry but can't either. i know these days i've become very paranoid. i question myself more and more these days, i question my motives, i questions other people's motives to the minuscule of possibilities.

i'm over reacting, i'm over imagining things. i've become to a stage where i don't really trust anyone. each time someone says something, i shake my head but often ask myself if this person is telling me the truth.

i dunno why but today i have the guts to say this, i think i'm in love but i'm afraid with someone who doesn't love me at all. i dunno but i'm afraid that i'm going to crash abd burn like i did before this time i don't have tears left. i believe once again, i'm falling into a depression but i know i can't allow this to happen. the first signs are already here, i'm tired, not sleepy at night. i think about her all the time and lose concertration on what i'm suppose to be doing. and worst still i can't face up to her and tell her.. the story of my life....

Any Given Sunday

undoubtedly the worst sunday i've ever had...

i dunno if i am just being paranoid but somehow the creepy feeling that i'm just being taken for a ride...the feeling that i'm just being used by people is just shadowing behind my shoulders. a voice inside of me says; 'give it up, fighting is futile'...

am i just being used? is that all i am worth to everyone? i tell myself that i will claw onto every inch of my dignity if i have to but if this is all i am worth, then what? how do i go forward from here? just let bygones be bygones?

enough about me...

anyone else care to comment on Formula One yesterday? all i'll say is; 'I MISS MICHAEL..!'

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Smell the smoke and money...

couple weeks back when i met up with mohan we were talking about memories and one particular subject that we touched on was the memory of smell. i dunno if everyone gets this. a certain smell, a certain scent can trigger certain memories to just emerge out of you sub-conscious mind.

my Ex-girlfriend use to put on this very particular type of perfume and recently someone in the office has started using it and i tell you a sort of weird feeling pops up, like my stomach is gonna get inverted out. i really can explain it. but the feeling is definitely a sad one.

same goes, a couple of nights back when i went back home, my mom gave me this throw to use at night and this was the exact one i used when i was in UK. the smell of it, just triggered all the nights i spent there. sad ones and good ones, all at ones. this was even wierder i tell you.

which brings me to the very point of, you never really get over wounds, they never heal. they forever remain with you. in time you just get imune to it and move on. until something like this triggers the pain. like an old war wound that acts up during the winter (hehaehaehe, nope i don't have an old war wound. but i do have a 27 stitch long wound on my right arm and no, it doesn't act up [yet]).

okays...gotta get back to work.

p.s; something about work that i'm starting to enjoy it more, AND I WANT A RAISE!

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Denial - Acceptance - Mourning - Recovery

the easiest stage of them all is Denial, cause in some sick twisted way you are happy.

but my particular favorite is Recovery. reason being it all depends on how well you Mourn. cause the mourning stage have lots of sub stages, there's the sad part, there's the anger part, there's the confused part, there's the happy it ended this way part, then there's the remorse part and slightest of deviations in the way you feel throughout the period could mean you get stuck on just one stage and never leave till it's time to more to Recovery. which in terms spell disaster for your next undertaking.

and sometimes i wonder if i Mourned well? because these days i noticed i've become a bigger bastard than i was way before and it's not a very nice feeling you get when you jerk'like hurt someone and go back feeling completely no remorse. i dunno much la but i always try as much not to hurt other people and you know what? these days i do, a lot, on purpose...

maybe i got stuck on anger during my Mourning? or maybe i haven't even finished mourning yet?

(ALARMS AND SIRENTS RING OUT>>CODE RED)

The Author Guinness Tribute weekend

before i start just wanna give a shout out on behalf of James and Yoga;

"Prem, you bastard, you bastard, you bastard!!!"

it was nice to meet yp with James and Yoga last weekend. saturday was purely a good drink up day man. has anyone realize that a pint of Guinness is now 26bucks (the old Raj would have just paid). but it was all worth it man. it's pity that they don't have drought Guinness in Melacca and so Yoga and James have never tasted the vanilla like finger licking taste of the Guinness foam. in James' own words; 'it's like licking a tender pussy, balls!'

we went clubbing afterward and ended watching scene after scene of people provoking a fight and preliminary squabbles but no one person did fight. there was this girl who was yelling that a guy fondled her in the club and the boyfriend was yelling outside that he wants to bitch slap that bastard but he himself was falling all over the place. another bumped his head on a car after yelling too much and passed out, and another bunch of guys just shook hands after a lot of 'HEY'S tosed around.

we malaysian really need a lesson on how to club from the british. i've been clubbing there and i rarely saw fight. cause you know what they did after getting pissed drunk? they just puke and vandalize public property and end up spending the night in lock-up for a misdemeanour.

btw...

anyone watched football last weekend? Man Utd rocked man. well i kinda knew they'd take vengence on Blackburn for last year but my biggest match was Arsenal being gunned down by Liverpool 4-1. man that was hilarious. oh well you win some and then you lose some.

on a seperate note, Happy Birthday Thanes.

something about mary

if someone questioned you whether or not what you are doing or did is right, how would you react?

if it was me (okay laaa, it is me) i'd just forget about it and go about what i was doing. reason being i'm too strong of an individual to stop and bother how others feel about the things i do/say. i know i sound like a bona fide SOB but this is who i am. but then again i've always regreted hurting those who have come close to me and i do wanna say it's not what i wanted.

is it wrong to give your sanctity the utmost importance. is it wrong to say, i wont let myself get hurt? and i can say that i am hurting inside, old wounds have not healed and new ones are layering over it already.

on seperate note, i was talking to Mohan last saturday. everything he said made sense, well he said a lot of things but the one things that stuck in my mind was this, my old blog was good. he would read it again and again but this one (my new one) is crap. i guess in someways i was a better man in the UK cause that was the time i was going thru my Acceptance and Mourning stages. and during my recovery stage and i come back here, i've become a bigger bastard than i ever was. deep down that soft Raj still exist, i'm just finding it hard to bring him back out. i dunno why...maybe cause he is still busy crying and missing someone.

"can't blame your narcissism..." - Ros

am i changing the way i look too much?

Crack, crack...Thunder Crack, cracked my ZZZZZ's

i've always been a guy who is not easily frightened (okay, not really laaa) but last night i was freaked by the sounds of thunder and the flashes of lightening. i am serious, the thunder literally scared me out of my boxers (another reason to sleep in the nude). it sounded like the thunder was right outside my window and the lightening was gunning for me. am being paranoid? but, no wait, when was the last time you were scared of a little rain and thunder and lightening? when i was 5, 4 maybe less. maybe it's something else, maybe i was AFRAID OF THE DARK?

sigh....

okay, you know i gotta blog about this (no way in hell is there gonna be a blog of mine without talking about Formula One). before i start typing about the Australian Grand Prix, i need to quote someone;

"I'll never miss watching Formula One but i miss Formula One" ~ Navein

so Ferrari are off to a fyling start. the Iceman was so dominant that at every stint he managed to pull a full 17 to 16 second gap between himself and second place man, which to no suprise to me was both McLaren drivers. no bad run from the rookie, Lewis Hamilton. and then of course (i can believe i'm gonna use this word ) the defending world champion Alonso drove another champions drive, not giving an inch and not taking an inch more than he needed to (very Schumacher only?). which brings me to Massa (another word i can't believe i'm using), the Ferrari veteran, from last to 6th, not bad or bad? all in all i thought he did an amazing job at fighting his way till he reached behind both factory Honda's, and then he determined his place out of the podium by staying there. and then after that, once again he drove a solid QUIET race (mind you, quiet is not the way to drive if you wanna grab the podium spots). despite the fact that he was fueled to the brim, i think the Ferrari had the edge over Renault (of Fisichella) which Massa finished behind. but then again, 1st race of the season, you wouldn't wanna risk everything to gun for the chequered flag, unless of course you think in the lateral (and once again the name Schumacher comes to mind) way of the single of points make the tiniest of difference at the end of the season.

so after all the hints i gave in the first stint of my review about Formula One, enough of the Australian GP, time to talk about the quote above;

Michael Schumacher laft a void in Formula One. yes many will deny it, cause all they wanted was to see this aging giant walk out of the sport, thinking it'll give the sport an opportunity to grow out of the Senna, Prost, Hill and Schumi era. hate to disappoint them, IT'LL NEVER!

drivers come and go every year but Legends make their mark that (opologies for the word) stain the sport for life. yes i agree there is no one player greater than the game but the likes of Michael Jordan, Tiger Wood, Pete Sampras, Babe Ruth, Ayrton Senna and Michael Schumacher the sport was not big enough to contain them. they grew too big to fast and stayed there too long. i'll admit watching Formula One last weekend was exciting, Kimi gave us one hell of a show but the anticipation before the race was not there. the thrill during the race was not there. it was all yay yay but no argh argh argh...

i'll forever be a Tifossi, no doubt about that and i cannot imagine myself giving up on the sport that has tought me so much about life itself. but something was gone and probably never get it back in it's true original form. and now being a Formula One obsessive-compulsive disorder patient, i have to find my cure in recognizing myself with another character to fullfill the urges of speed and victory, spills and thrills. but i still wanna put my finger up and claim something has come out short.

in short, Formula One; it has everything a race needs, it has everthing to a great season building up to new contentions, it has everything except the Michael Magic was we have far too often come to recognize with.

i know exactly what you mean Navein....

Waiting On The World To Change

By John Mayer

Me and all my friends
We're all misunderstood
They say we stand for nothing and
There's no way we ever could

Now we see everything that's going wrong
With the world and those who lead it
We just feel like we don't have the means
To rise above and beat it

So we keep waiting
Waiting on the world to change
We keep on waiting
Waiting on the world to change

It's hard to beat the system
When we're standing at a distance
So we keep waiting
Waiting on the world to change

Now if we had the power
To bring our neighbors home from war
They would have never missed a Christmas
No more ribbons on their door
And when you trust your television
What you get is what you got
Cause when they own the information, oh
They can bend it all they want

That's why we're waiting
Waiting on the world to change
We keep on waiting
Waiting on the world to change

It's not that we don't care,
We just know that the fight ain't fair
So we keep on waiting
Waiting on the world to change

And we're still waiting
Waiting on the world to change
We keep on waiting waiting on the world to change
One day our generation
Is gonna rule the population
So we keep on waiting
Waiting on the world to change

We keep on waiting
Waiting on the world to change

the cekap'os, the mental'os and the crack'os

the cekap'os

300, awesome movie. a bunch of new faces which eventually all of it get severed off. amazing battle scenes (typical epic battle movie) but i particularly loved the scene where Leonides had to battle with this ugly (and i mean bad ass mother fucking ugly) kinda 8 foot giant with a face that can scare the shit out of a Rottweiler. i went with a bunch of colleagues (so Ric don't get jealous).

the mental'os

have you guys realized lately that the tollgate personnels are getting more and more prettier. don't get me wrong, no discrmination intended. but seriously i've been noticing the toolbooth women are getting hotter and hotter day by day. or is it just me?

the crack'os

i've been over spending and seriously need smakc my hands everytime it reaches for the plastic burried in leather.

Sports update...

Liverpool 0-1 Manchester United

O'Shea at stockage time, bend over bitch

ladies and gentlemen, meet Teddy....

she just got herself a cool hair cut and a new hairclip, isn't she just simply cute.



i miss her (damn did i say that out loud)...



oh btw don't they look like twin sisters, i actually have another picture but i kinda know if i post that picture Sarah would literally kill me, hehaheahe....

101st reason why I'd never get a Dalmation

something really funny happened to me last week. for CNY i went to a friends place (that part was all nice and dandy) but he had a dalmation. i have no idea what ran thru that dog's mind but suddenly it decided it had the need to hump my leg. oh man it was really funny.

maybe it could have smelled Baby off my clothes...

this weekend me, Ric and Ashlin went to for lunch and just dropped by at Eleanor's new store in Bangsar Shopping Village. Eleanor, sorry we just couldn't help ourselves. i think we ruined her business for the day (or maybe business just is that bad), heahehae. don't blame us, i wanted to go back and sleep after lunch, it was Ash's idea that we should stop by and say 'hey'. i ended up buying a really cool pants (NOT from her store) though.

weekends' over, time to crawl back into the gutters of the working world. i don't think this week is not gonna be a crazy one, have a good feeling about it. don't really have anything going on. well, who knows whats gonna pop up, when and where.

i might wanna take friday off, got somethings to do and i'm still so sleepy. everyday i go home all i wanna do is sleep but i don't really do that. fuck me trice, i am really sleepy. i just wanna sleep for one whole day, without any interuptions or any care of anything (which i highly doubt).

holidays and weekends...

remember back in your schooling days, you'll be counting the weeks before the next holiday? i guess somethings never really change when you become a working adult huh....

it was Deepa Raya, then Christmas/New Year, then Thaipusam and now even CNY has passed. no more long holidays man. ever wish you could take a year off and just sleep at home (omg, memories of the past!!!). i still remember the time when everyone used to tell us during college days, cherish your sleep, while we were out partying till the break of dawn. today trying to squeeze a minute or two here and there just for a little snooze.

sad man..anyways,

on another note i'm excited, reason being i'm gonna fall sick. yup the only one who is happy when he gets a fever. cause it's not just any fever, it's the Formula One Fever. argh argh argh, it's starting in a few weeks time man. it's never gonna be the same without Michael Schumacher but hey, i think it is gonna be interesting. i think this is one sport where the player became bigger than the game (lets not go where Beckham went, yet). Schumacher has dominated the game since 1994. even on his last season he was a tittle contender at the age of 38, cool man. but he made a really wise decision. it would have been sad for such a champion to be still driving when he has nothing left to push himself besides he has nothing left to prove (been there, done that, bought the wet panties). i guess if i was (never gonna happen) i'd rather be a retired world champion sitting at home than a wash out champion on track.

lets see how Kimi Raikkonen favors in a Scarlet Prancing Horse. pre-season test results, , pre-season test result show that the Sauber BMW is the fastest car to line up on the grid thus far!

no more working on weekends for me (actually only on Grand Prix weekends, i'm still pathetic that way).

Third Eye Blind (completely nothing to do with what i'm writing below)

hello bloggie...

long time i haven't come over to bitch about my ever on going battle with myself.

so...

have you guys out there ever realize how expensive food has become lately. i dunno but seriously does a steak really cost 30bucks? or a burger (despite the fact that it was glazed with jack daniels) cost 30bucks? okay i know i'm talking fine dinning here but a Char Koay Teow also cost 5 bucks these days, inflasion man. it's a comspiracy i tell you. it's a conspiracy by all the fast food chain restaurants who actually owns all the poultry farms, hence owning the delivery of eggs, meat. they sell them at a very high price but they just transfer credit among themselves when they sell it. KFC and McDonalds coming up with more value meals but my favorite Char Koay Teow is coming to the price of one snakc plate.

(okay i know no one is buying my story, because i myself am not buying it)

damn....

besides work i have got no life. wait, i met up with my cousins last week for a really nice night out, which ended up with awesome bah ku teh. and it's been back downhill ever since. pathetic i tell you, pathetic.

snooze...(again)

i'm so fucking sleepy...

automotive expense

as i sit here waiting for my car, once again i notice how malaysia has been taken over by Toyotas' (i'm on of them).

i had a great weekend since Wednesday, enjoying the Penang crowd for thaipusam. the coconut breaking session was the best. ended up just my family trying to break about 500 (could be less) coconuts. we got tired after the first 50. there is a certain unwriten sort of time limit. before the chariot arrives, you have to be done and minutes before the chariot actually arrives, this mini bulldozer scoops up all the coconuts shells clearing the path for the chariot. here's the thing, we were breaking even past the guy scooping up coconut shells.

everything was great, the food was excellent, the music was loud and the indian women got all dressed up for the guys to look at, wonderfull

but....

my car windshield cracked...

no strings...

Question: How do you tell when you've reached the end of the road?
Answer: You crash into a pile of junk left behind by people who didn't know the road ended either!

bottomline is, you crash, does it make a difference what you crash into. then again, the moment you start second guessing whether or not the road is going to end soon, you should bail out. from the stuff i've been writing about for the past week or so, any idiot could have dedcuted that i'm insecure and doubting the relations i keep/have/start with others.

work is great, the sort where nothing is going my way, nothing is easy and there is a pile of shit on my table or waiting to drop on my table but making me feel like an actual working adult, buit just have a shitty job and cool apartment, sort of makes me feel a little empty now that i've secluded myself with doubts and delusions of persecution. don't get me wrong but i do still hang out but i realize my mind is always holding back.

as to why i've started being not totaly honest, i can figure out myself, oh well, sometimes i can never really figure out my mind. my mind has a mind of its own. and it actually runs thing. i'm just the puppet.

wonder who is the puppeteer

journey reviewed, and i've been served

a lot is going on...

the directions that we get blown into.... on purpose? coincidental? chain reaction of your own doing? fate? i'd go with my own shitty doing, must have been something i did to have end up where i am. i'd rather take the blame of everything that happens in my life that way at least i'd have the illusion of control.

we seldom ask ourselves what led us here but only to rush for the ultimate question, how do i get out of here. so many times i've wonder am i like on purpose ramming into walls at high speed or is it my probatory nature. somehow or in some weird sort of way i probably think everything that happens is justified (don't ask how).

i was talking to Nadia a couple of days back, and she said something which kinda remained in my head;

'the love we have for our god is different from the ones we emotionally feel toward others'.

and to be honest i have no idea what this means. i look up at him and say; 'you treat me this badly and still you want me to love you, oh screw you man, you really do have a thick skin don't you?' i've been in and out of faith from the turn of the millinium and honestly i would know how to define religion, faith, TIG what ever it is people call it these days. ohhh forget it... am i a nice guy? i don't know. used to think i was one stuck up SOB. i'd probably bitch slap myself if i met myself (in some weird polarized 7th dimension). but i can easily get used, can't i? these days i get tje feeling everyone is using me. no one is sincere anymore, am i paranoid or have my insides gone rotten?

oh btw, what do you think these (thought of getting one next month)








Celtic is the way to go and i was thinking of getting it on my arms. nope, it carries no significance what so ever. maybe i just need the pain to put the boot back in arse.

and another thing, does anyone remember this british pop group from the late 90s' called Steps. they made cover albums for ABBA songs, well i was i was browsing the net for song lyrics and stumbled upon Steps, not a bad looking british women, eh?



okay...i gotta go check my work now...fuck you too world!

later....

NPI

always wanted my own project...

(Be careful what you wish for!)

or

(Eat that, suckerrrr!)

Mythologically Babelicious...

okay it's official....

i'm in love...

was browsing the red carpet pictures, well beside Catherine Zeta Jones...(okay scratch that statement), if a guy takes the time to save the picture he finds on the internet, you know it was a hot babe.

Campaign for Real Beauty

i think this is one of the most honest ads i've ever seen, finally an ad with natural women. i remember seeing on tv in th UK, then ofcourse i come back here and it's all the pretty thin chinko women who make the screens.

what's been up, lately...

btw, have i mentioned; i've moved into my own place now.

yeah man, i have a Bachelor Villa already (still in USJ). so far it's very unfurnish, just my bed and couple of my stuff. need to get it furnished before we can throw our bachelor parties. oh btw we have an orgy room (have completely no idea why *innocent face).

man i feel like eating loads and loads of Chilli's whipped potato. have you tried it, i think it's the best in town. RoadHouse Grill is not too bad either. okay, it's official i'ma pig, getting fatter and fatter. i really need to get back on the treadmill.

work's so far so good. but sometimes it's getting stale, doing the same thing. i remember when it was the 'Sanyo' days as i call it. everyday was a new adventure. but who knows, i have a new project coming up and once again me and Jason are teaming up again. should be pretty interesting (i hope).

oh btw, i haven't introduced Teddy to you guys have i, i bought Sarah a Shit Tzu. she named her Teddy because she looked like a cute tiny little teddy bear. she's scratching herself a lot, gotta take her to the vet and see if anything is wrong.

these days i don't have much to write about huh? no controversial disputes from my behalf, being the loud mouth, pointing out the obvious rebel, thats pretty suprising. has the system beaten me? have i given up on voicing everything out? have i become another statistic?! i think all i need is a little rejuvenation. maybe a little time off from things and come back with a vengence. or maybe i'm just getting old, in which case is WORST CASE!

.....

oh yeah and since my boss has started reading my blog;

gee whiz, isn't she the greatest...

*fake grin

time passes...

so quickly...

everyone is checking for wrinkles or married. damn, it's our 10th year after leaving high school and yesterday meeting up with the guys, we were going, 'he's married, so is he, yup...him too'

aiya sudah tua la...

on another tone, DeadMan's Whistle still haunts.

the end

another year has gone by, man that was fast...

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year everyone!!!

(if that is remotely possible)

hmmm...

so finally i'm a confirmed employee of Flextronics, just got it last week friday.

my boss says she is more than satisfied with my performance, almost impressed. though i know my performance is slumping. i can see myself going down the drain and i can say two possibilities;

1. drained
2. bored

neither is good.

worst still if i'd went with option 3. drunk. been heavy on the bottle lately. so last night i did another all nighter and just showed up to work suprisingly instead of feeling moody, i'm all chirpy and excited to go get some.

weird, i'm not a morning person......

bachelor villa

this finding a nice apartment to live in is a little tricky business eh?

i guess you guys know i'v moved out from my place in Melawati and moved in Subang. this place of mine well at first when i saw the place i loved it (dunno why). i guess i fooled by the view and the environment of the place. but tell you the truth the place sucks.

the other tenant has the place and he has kept it in really bad condition. so i'm moving out, again.

found this really nice place in Subang as well, this one is really cool and this time the whole place is mine, MUAHAHAHA...

you know what this means right? bachelor party!!!!

(Taking a deep breath)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.......!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

confirmation...

it my confirmation period next week.

and now is the time people wanna test you to see if you'll break. i guess thats why i've been really really busy for the past two weeks. but i think i've proven i'm unbreakable (we're not talking health wise). i know i can handle pressure better than anyone else. i bitch and i complain but i can take it. to be exact, pressure keeps me on the edge, more competetive, so i get things done more effective and efficient.

speaking of efficiency...

Overall Equipment Efficiency (OEE) is a huge thing in the manufacturing world. it a way to measure how well the company is suing their investments (man and machine). to be honest to you, i really expected a company like mine to have already implemented this back in the early 2000. guess what, they're just starting. the one thing i'm really impressed with this company is that it is a giant and usually giants are afraid/hesitant of change, but not this giant. man things change within weeks, i'm talking manufacturing concepts, which a certain organization has come to grow into, all this are ever changing. i guess now i know why this company focuses on more change motivation trainings for their employees.

heahehae...

dieded

not good....

i opened the create post window and starred at it for 10 minutes and didn't know what to say. sometimes i think i'm losing my mind. i just sit and don't say or do anything, worst still my mind isn't like thinking about anything either.

maybe i'm being possessed by some brain killing demonic wave?!

Show me the, FRIDAYYYYYYY....

it's true eh, if you compare the people on a monday to on a friday, there is so much difference. i tell you man, the mondays blues is more like a disease and TGIF is like the cure at the end of the week.

never really understood all this when people like my dad used to talk about it, now i know;

'i'm a working adult'

*puke puke puke.....

gooooooooooooooooood morning

remember that line where Robin Williams goes;

'gooooooooooooooooooood morning Vietnam....'

good movie man, good movie. but if today i see anyone coming up to me and even trying to do something like that, he/she is gonna feel the wrath oh my back hand!

bad morning, nothing specific, just a bad morning, cause i had to get up on a day i wanted to sleep in, nuff said.

now i have Ben E. King's Stand By Me, going on repeat...

sheets, unfolded...

i went home last night and saw my bed was not made and i knew i'm missing a woman in my life. not that i'm saying it's a woman's job to fix the bed, but usually they do it automatically, unlike us guys who need to be told.

again,

not that i like my bed to be made, i prefer a messy bed but then sometimes a clean, made, crisp sheet does make a difference and oh i dunno whats my point already...

give me back my ice water.

what's your morning routine when you get in the office?

when i first joined, i was new, so i'd do whatever the rest did. then i was in Sanyo Project, so the only i thing i did was to think about what to do. eventually as i got more and more comfortable with work, my routine became making my milo, getting my iced water and eating my breakfast.

and today,

THEY TAKE AWAY MY ICED WATER, ARRGGHHHH...!!!

i really need a vacation already la, getting tensed for little things already.

in which company have you heard, that an Industrial Engineer is incharge of work instruction translation?! this company the IE is also the PE. to my knowledge, and IE yes is the process designer, but it should end there, once bought off it should belong to the PE. an IE's role is for headcount allocation, timestudy, line balancing, capacity, layout and finally improvements. i think the work load here is a little too much. not that we're not managing but i don't think we should be doing other peoples tasks.

oh my god, i've started bitching about this job too! thats not a good sign now, is it?

Runaway Train

today is Sarah's last paper and tomorrow she'll be going back to JB. well it's been a great season again. a season of rampaging dinners and bloatedness, hehahae. will miss you and goodluck for the exams. from now on, the hair on my arms are save. you just remember, you deserve to be happy, live and let die is the best way...

you know what, i think i really need a vacation. i need to recharge my battery. i can sense i'm running low on fuel and thats usually not a good thing. demotivation creeping up on me.

which level do you fit in?

in this world there are many levels of people, i'm talking about understanding wise. if i went and talked about Manufacturing Ideologies to an accountant, i'd get my ass kicked by him. same thing if someone walked up to me and talked about quantum physics, i'd be a monkey in a chinese market, dead and ready to be served.

i'm just wondering, in a multinational organization, do the upper level management understand this? cause they are so result orientated that lose focus about the kind of people they're managing. we had this saying in my previous working experience;

'don't ask an operator to do an engineer's job'

so the question is now, who's gonna tell the management this?

What's the most exciting thing you did last?

remember this question? so i asked myself, and i got a very very uncomfortable asnwer;

'i recently switched from briefs to boxers'

who knew, a matter of having more space to roam (move) made so much difference. i should say i find it more, what's the word; naked with boxers, briefs felt like i was clothed, concealed, whatever.

i feel exposed...

uh ohhh....

i knew this was coming, i got up this morning and went;

'oh man, do i have to go in today?'

thats always a bad sign when it comes to work. someone asked me how long do i plan to stay in the company, me being the ever ready for questions like this said, until i consider myself experienced or until the day they wont have me anymore.

i need to find ways to make my work interesting, i need to find new challenges and raise the stakes a little. honestly it's a little hard, coming to work and having to not think about stuff that goes on in my life. the perfect balance has been absent in my soul for a long time and nopw with new complications, i tell you, i sense a storm ahead.

gotta go find my raincoat, soon...

the title contention

it's been a good season, i've driven some excellent races. fact; i've even won a few of them. my most memorable was at the banked corner going pass two other rivals.

but there come a time in every racers career to sit back and say, this GP is definitely not mine, lets try and finish the race in the points and maybe help the drivers title contention not slip away. you know sometimes when you have to take your foot of the pedal, just to avoid from hitting the wall of champions, and right then you see a rival go pass you. it hurts, it hurts so badly. and at times you'd say i'd rather hit the wall.

i'm heading for a wall and i've decided to lift my foot from the pedal. it hurts cause i know i lost this race all by myself.

so much for my predetorial instincts,

pwuttycat...

the adventures of captain cavemen

is responsibility a good thing?

a twelwe year old asked me the other day, would i rather be a kid or an adult? a kid, anytime of the day man.

responsibility suck, big time...

have you ever felt that sometimes, sorry, that everytime you think you've found something good, it tend to threatens you that it might slip away from your grasp? how do you hold on to it? and don't give me that crap answer;

'let it go, if it was meant to be, blah blah blah.....'

damn, the cavemen didn't have so much complications in life did he? imagine the life, i was somehow transported back into the past? i'd get a deckchair and bask in the sun...create fire and choose whichever mate i want, just drag her into the cave with me. then one fine day get eaten by a sabertooth tiger. yeah man, that's the life...

all is fair in love and war

lately a lot of people have beeen questioning me about my tattooes. well one in particular, one which most people wouldn't really understand as to why i got it and what it symbolize to me today.

my love story is definitely a tear jerker but as all love story goes it has to end somewhere. have i moved on? i don't quite know. am i okay with everything? i don't qiute know either. will i survive? i honestly don't know...

which raises the question, what do i know?

in short, i know i like this special someone and i'm finding it barely tolerable that i still haven't had the oppurtunity (or guts, call it what you want) to walk up to her and and just plant one on her cheeks. then ofcourse i'd be answering the eternal question of all men;

'Do i still got it, after all these years?'

yeah yeah yeah, i can hear that one odd voice out there, going;

'what if she really doesn't want what you want?'

we count our losses and move on (kapoow). who knew i'd be saying this. and i have another question for myself, in all my persuits i've been unmerciful and unforgiving, worst still, unremorseful. so why, (oh for FUCKS SAKES) why have i been taking this persuit so carefully and sssooo slowly. where's that predetorial instinct that i've been recognized with? has the almighty lion turn into a helpless pussycat?

i tawd i twaw i pwuttycat? i did, i did twaw i pwuttycat....

Product of Modern Day Society

not exactly a Jessica Elba look alike but what the hell.

the big fat boy

auch....

i'm bloated like a balloon and for the next one week i can only eat liquid food, arrrggghh, only porridge ah?! die lorrr...

actually my tummy has been acting on me for weeks but i guess past two days training at crown plaza has just made it worst, FREE BUFFET FOOD.

aiyo aiyo aiyo, and this just after me quoting to a friend, 'the route mens heart is thru his tummy'.

NATO

whhooo hooo..

i get my car cd player back today, finally i get some music in my ride.

eh, thats all i have to say today ah? oh wait, got...

yesterday i was in one of the worst meetings i've been to in my entire working life, i saw 4 top guns of the organization playing pin ball with one another with decisions, ending up back where we started in the first place. i dunno la, but if i was the top dawg around here, i'd be like, okay, you do this, you get me this, i want to see this, this, this and this. it was the greatest NATO (No Action Talk Only) show i've ever seen. in some ways i'd say this company needs an Anthony Manimaran, my former CEO, he was a one man show who not only knew how to talk, but he walked the walk as well. when he needed to be, he was directive and then sometimes he was participative.

sheeesshhh...

Every Man Bleeds Just Like Me

this morning i have the urge to just sing out loud, 'Only God Knows Why' by Kid Rock, dunno why, don't ask why...

i was thinking whether or not it was a good idea to get my tattoo on my neck, i'm not doubting if it'll look good, i'm sure it will but how will change the way i look. already with both my wrist tattoed i have so many eyes going straight for the tattoo instead...

whoa, did i just gave shit about what others think?

back from DeepaRaya

i hope no one is drunk on rendang and murukus...

i hate long holidays, everyone comes back either completely not in the mood to work, or really hyped up to work. worst still, suddenly you have the office jerk, whom everyone hates becoming Mr. Friendly with everyone. not that any of this has happened as of today, just thought i had to state the obvious, hehahea

i'm still thinking if there is an office jerk (or is he reading my blog?!)

22 Oct - 22 Nov

a dangerous time for me. you know what i just realized, almost all the women i've ever dated in my life were Scorpios'. no shit...worst of all my best friend also scorpio, i wonder whether i'm the magnet for scorpios or is it that i'm the one who is more attracted to scorpios?

you know what this tells you la, i've one too many scorpion stings in my life, am i immune already? i doubt it though...

anyways,

today i thought of getting my tattoo done, wanna see if the place is open, i'll post the pictures tomorrow. unless ofcourse i pass out from the pain, heahehae...

Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri

just had lunch at my boss' place, damn that was some really tasty lemang and rendang. did you know it takes 6 hours to make ketupat? i wonder if i get the recipy how to make rendang off mt boss, will my mom actually allow me to cook beef in the house? i guess i'll be the slaughtered cow.

damn, now that i'm all pigged out, just don't feel like doing any work.

celebrating the holidays in KL is a whole lot better that balik kampung eh? no crowd, more car parks and best of all the sales are still on in the malls! even better if your parents balik kampung and you get the whole house to yourself..wait, what am i saying, i live out already, heahehahe...

simply breath taking...

from 10th all the way up to 5th in 3 laps, then back to last and demolish everyone till 4th. once he has proven why he is still one of the best drivers on the track. we will defintely miss the Michael Magic moments.

well deepavali or diwali, call it what you want has come and gone, now wake me up when 2006 is over.

Who stole my Muruku?!

how do you tell someone you like them, without jeorpadising the relationship you already have with them?

WAIT ONE MINUTE?!

people used to come to me for advice like this, what has happened to the oldbastard. oh yeah, thats obvious, he became DeadMan Walking, sigh...

and yes Ric, the 'Don't shit and eat at the same place' phrase did cross my mind but thanks anyways.

Pixar's

i slept off really early last night but eventually got up somewhere around midnight and with nothing to do. lucky me i had 'The Incredibles' downloaded on my hardisk, so sat and watched.

sometimes you do ask yourself eh? i dunno about you guys, where is my Mr./Mrs. Incredible? i miss being held, the comfort of your partners loving gesture telling you she missed you....

Wooookay, time to focus on work.

piglet at it again...

remember how i was saying that living outside will actually help me lose weight, since my mom won't be there to stuff me and plus the food will never taste like mommy's cooking, i was WRONG....

last night a colleague of mine and myself went for dinner at this place in Subang, nice place but seriously, i pigged out, chee chong fun, dry chilly bah ku teh and a tall glass of lyche.

I'M A PIG, i have an eating disorder, help meeeee........

sunday blooms

so living by myself is not so bad, one week has gone and i have no complains. wait what the hell am i saying? i lived outide of the country for a year, then in melacca for another half a year, what's this reporting about how living alone?!

okay, so the holidays i'll be working..should be double pay right?! more money for Guinness, MUAHAHAHAHA....

TGIF

To Grief It's Friday part II

tomorrow gotta take my car to Toyota, getting my headlamps replaced. finally after so long i manage to get time to go change it, better late than never. my warranty is ending in a years time.

yaaaaayyy.....

tomorrow i get to eat home cooked food. actually this living by myself is a good way to lose weight. not that i don't eat but atleast i don't pig out like i do at home, breakfast, then brunch, then got lunch, then lunchen, then tea, the pre-dinner, then dinner, then post dinner, then supper, then late supper, then later supper, then latest supper...damn i have an eating disorder!

piglet signing out for the week.

damn, haven't even seen Ric & Shenn in ages...

snooze...

now that i live near by i actually get to sleep longer, figurative i don't have much to do at nights as well, so i turn in early as well...but i feel i have a harder time getting up for work now than before?!

i watched a program on Discovery once and it was about the greates inventions ever, at number one was the remote control, i think if they had a program of the worst inventions ever i'd have to go with the snooze function on our alarms. it's the devil i tell you, the DEVIL...

to work is constipating...

to play is devine

from one end of the world...

to the other end.

in case you were wondering what i'm talking about, i've moved out. yeah yeah, i guess it was about time to grow up and all, independent as Marshall puts it. reason behind me actualling moving out is the damn freaking petrol fare man, then there's the freaking toll fare!! and don't get me started on the traffic...

i know i'll miss my mom's cookings, her delicious breakfast which i am gonna pass up every morning, damn..well we all have to give up the things we love sometime. it sucks but it's all good..

i've moved to USJ 12, so even now i live far far far away from everyone, i guess i'm destined to be the outlander.

I Would Walk 500 Miles

by The Pet Shop Boys

When I wake up, yeah I know Im gonna be,
I'm gonna be the man who wakes up next to you
When I go out yeah I know Im gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who goes along with you
And If I get drunk, yes I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who gets drunk next to you
And if I haver whatever that means
I'm gonna be the man who's havering to you

But I would walk 500 miles
And I would walk 500 more
To be the man who walked 1,000 miles
To fall down at your door

When I'm working yeah I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who's working hard for you
And when the money, comes in for the work I do
I'll pass almost every penny on to you
When I come home yeah I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who comes back home to you
And if I grow old well I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who's growing old with you

And I would walk 500 miles
And I would walk 500 more
To be the man who walked 1,000 miles
To fall down at your door

Surrender
Surrender

When I'm lonely yes I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who's lonely without you
When I'm dreaming yes I know I'm gonna dream
I gonna Dream about the time when I'm with you
And if I get drunk, yeah I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man that gets drunk next to you
And if I haver, whatever the fuck that means
I'm gonna be the man who havers next you

And I would walk 500 miles
And I would walk 500 more
To be the man who walked 1,000 miles
To fall down at your door

Surrender
Surrender

When I'm lonely, yes I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man whos lonely without you
I'm gonna be the man whos coming home

Cuz I would walk 500 miles
And I would walk 500 more
To be the man who walked 1,000 miles
To fall down at your door

Surrender
Surrender
Surrender

the reign is over

it had to come, was just expecting to end on a high note. Michael Schumacher, whether or not he wins the title this season will alwasy be undoubtedly the best driver to have stepped into the sport. like him or not, the 7time world champion has proven himself time and time again as to why he is capabale of so many things other are not. goodbye Schumi...

what will i do next spring?

TGIF

To Grief It's Friday.....

the skin head gang...

everyone seems to be facinated with my new hairstyle (not that i have any hair left). now we all have to shave our heads, Muahahaha, the botak gang.

so tonight is a friday night..whats there to do? lets go to the sleep club. aiyo what has happen to the hip and happening Rajesvaran Santhana..*a soft squeek from the corner, 'He dieded already...'

tomorrow is gonna be a hot hot hot suzuka man, i can't wait, wish today was saturday, i'd probably just go home, i'm so bored at work right now, i should just do that. If Schumacher wins tomorrow, there ain't nothing anyone can do to stop him, i bet you this is gonna be emotional. the man has already won what 6 or 7 japanese GP's.

i was thinking i should go get my barcode tattoo soon, the empty head would definetely make it stand out..just hope the gang doesn't scan and masterpack me to Vodafone.

later...

smoke clears, i still smell lager

so the dust has settled in the mezzaninne floor...

if you cought my drift we've shifted to our new crappy office, well actually besides the cramped up space, and just the way the office looks, all in all, (okay okay, i'm stalling) it's not so bad la. i think because my section manageed to secure the end of the office (thanks, Jason), we're secluded and free from morons.

jeeezzz,

i haven't been a very good blogger. either i got no time or i'm negleting my duties as a blogger, lets stick to no time, okay...

hey anyone realized it's already Oct, and there goes 2006.

My Cubical

A couple of days back I was listening to the radio on my way to work and there was this very good topic the DJ's were talking about, 'Invasion of Space'. Which got me thinking la, how important in my office cubical?

Lets see now, in an organization where everything is all about money, how important is the human capital? How does an organization say; 'hey, good job, thank you...' just by throwing a lump of money into our bank accounts? giving us additional few words to add to our designation, such as 'Section' Manager, 'Senior' Engineer, 'Managing' Director, 'Head' of Department? Is that it, is that all? Years ago, I can't remember but I think it was Henry Fayol, one of the fathers of management said a simple pat on the back saying thanks, goes further than cash.

So back to my question how important is my Cubical? It is a form of recognition that the organization gives you. Hey, this is your space, you've earned it, and this 5 square feet is yours. your personal belongings, your pictures, your inspirations, your lunch time run-away spot, a place you can sit and call the wife or girlfriend and say 'I love you' without morons listening over, it is yours to do whatever (within the labor law, of course) you want. It is a place to call home away from home. We bring stuff from home just to make our cubicles some what homely and to have that taken away from us is unjust. Don’t you feel you wanna come back to your cubical from a crappy day in the production floor, and see your poster of your favorite football team on your cubical wall, or the pictures of your family and your dogs on it, don’t you think we deserve to indulge this simple human spirit during the spare time we have. Have I not performed enough to be entitled for this space, which we call My Cubical?

Then again there is the question of favoritism. Some employees get this space and some of us don’t, we just get a desk with 3 dumb drawers? I wanna know who is the guy sitting up there, who is saying, that the Planners, the Program Management, the Accounts people the IT department get to sit in a nice square cubical, a space for them to call their own. What farce is this? They get to come in to a nice beautiful office, but we have to sit in place which looks like a warehouse for where people store drywall?

So what is it? People in accounts have earned their 5 square feet space? Why? Just cause he manages the numbers? The Program Management people get the 5 square feet space because they are so good at taking our data and presenting to upper level management? Or the Planners, just because they’re planning when the shipment goes out, they get a space of their own? So what, we engineers who spend the whole damn day sometimes in the production floor, sweating and bleeding for the organization don’t deserve to come back to nice space we call our own? Wasn’t it us who spend our times doing Kaizen (Continuous Improvements, for those of you who don’t know) trying to save space and money and process improvements for the company to achieve its goals? Aren’t we the ones trying to reduce to reduce headcount which the company is paying for? Aren’t we the ones sitting down all day at times analyzing our process just to fool prove it. You walk down to the production floor, you can see us sitting on the floor trying to hook up stuff for production to run, testing and simulating our lines. Spend hours trying to re-layout the floor so the company can save money in space, and there they go by taking OUR SPACE AWAY!!! I don’t call this a farce anymore; this is an outrageous act of selfishness! If they guy sitting in Finance deserves a 5 square feet space, so do we, by all mean we deserve it more, because we are Direct Departments of this organization.

You don’t just give an engineer a chair and a desk with drawers and say, this is your cubical, now bring my yield down, improve my process, increase capacity and reduce cost. Ingenuity at its best, sits on a desk, a data entry clerk in Finance gets a cubical?!

Ohhh…the hits just keep ooooon coming;

If I gave the organization cavemen methods to solve their engineering problems, they’d probably fire me but here we are, in the age where technology has surpassed mankind, they give us squatting toilet bowls?! Have we Engineers really under performed for the organization to deprive us the simple comfort of sitting our asses down EVEN WHEN WE TAKE A DUMP??!!! I don’t get this and you know why I love Central Europe? Cause over there people with the hand skill, the Engineers in particular are the most highly respected people, we are the ones with the skill and talent to solve your problems, and yes in Europe if you are an engineer, you are not only highly paid, you are also kept well. I can guaran’damn’tee that there is not going to be a fridge or a microwave in this so call new sitting office for the Engineers? What we now don’t even deserve a cool drink? Then again there probably is a fridge or microwave somewhere in a corner, I wouldn’t know, haven’t really gone through this god forsaken place.

You know, just by giving us a free lunch, doesn’t make it all better!

Michael Schumacher - End of An Era

well it had to end some time or rather.

Michael Schumacher. hate him or love him, undoubtedly the most successful driver in the history Formula One. i hope he ends his last season in style.

cheers mate, for 16 years of my life's greatest moments, i shared with him.