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.

Merdeka...

fuyoo....

my blog also 1 year already, at yet me still a kid with no two front teeth.

no mood to blog anymore ler, like everyday same thing in and out, left and right, dunno what to write anymore already

old, snoring, poor fart...

been busy man, until got no time to blog...

you know this morning i had the worst nightmare;

me, Sarah, Ric and Shenn, go up to this riverside cottage, for a weekend and get stalked by a serial killer, i think Ricardo is the first one he kills and eventually me too. got the dream was sooo bloody. i still have vision of pools of blood everywhere, damn. the only cool thing about it all was i was driving a really big GMC sub-urban, metallic blue, awesome. oh and by the way, the guy who plays the serial killer is WIllie T. Nelson, the guy who played uncle Jesse in the Dukes of Hazard (or just another great country music hero, for those of you who didn't know). oh this should make you wanna kick me, the guy who plays the shefiff, is Roy Scheider, the guy who plays the Police chief in Jaws, and even in my dreams people called him chief Brody. i should sell my dream to Warner Bros. see if they wanna buy it.

i think the fact that Siva, one of my school mates is getting married, frightened the shit out of me, thats why getting nightmares, heahehae. he invited us all to his house last saturday for a bbq and a special announcement, also to give us the invitation card. (very cost savy way to give out invitations btw). so, another one bites the dust.

the night before, me and the guys from work went out for a real good night out. we had dinner at sunway resort, then hit Q-bar till early morning man. the remainder Black Label is now in my cubical...just waiting to quench our thirst mannnn...

work is good, no complains. just turned 26 and all, getting older. need to save up to by that jet-ski and my BMW. how laa weiii?

plus...

I SNORE REALLY BADLYYY! REALLY LOUD...

WTF?

on my way to work this morning, i had to send Sarah to college. so till we reached there she was just sleeping and i was reluctant to turn on my radio, didn't wanna disturb her. i've always been a guy who related music with driving. so eventually without me knowing i had starting humming, which is not a bad thing until ofcourse i realized what i was humming tooooooooooooooooo!

NegaraKu....

the world as i know it, is coming to an end.

blood thirsty

you know we malaysian are one of the most blood hungry people. everytime there is an accident on the road, we'd wanna stop not to help but just to witness a horrific death...

WTF???!!!

you either stop to help or just drive on by, idiotss...

Mel Gibson in rehab

since i have so much free time...

what the hell la...i think William Wallace deserves to get pissed and drive off the road once or twice. whats the big deal? just cause he directed 'Passion of Christ' doesn't mean the guy is god or the guy who wrote the holy grail.

as if no one else has been busted for DUI?

we all wanna be Mad Max once in awhile, don't you think the guy who actualy played the role wouldn't want to as well? aiyo...plus IT'S MEL GIBSON, he could just kill; someone la, dont't really give 2 fucks.

why leave evidence behind..

sometimes there are things, that seem so right, yet it's so god damn wrong..then again sometimes there are things we just don't wanna do, no matter what. or vice versa...okay,i know i have a point coming in all of this...soon, i hope.

damn i'm not as honest as i used to be with this blog, everything was a whole lot easier saying it when you're 13,000 miles away. now it's like you know you're at an arms length.

note to self: watch your back, someone is bound to bitch slap you!

is so wrong to want companionship? or is it so wrong just to want?

starlight cinema anyone?

company dinner..photos, yet to update. great time though, guys we should do this again, without all the aunties from HR. actually some of them *wink wink, i don't mind...

take me to end of my toes

just one of those days (sadly it's been one of those days for 3 years now)...

wouldn't be cool if talked like an irishman, no seriously. i think the coolest way to speak english is if you speak like the irish, not the scots though. sometimes i can't tell the difference but what the hell. i wanna speak like an ulsterman now...

i wanna kick my habit of bitting my nails, you guys should look at my fingers. sometimes even i'm embarrassed at the way it looks, from all the nail nibblings. someone...'someone' once gave me an idea, worked for like a month, then i became a raging nail bitter...

now all i am is a non irish speaking , lonely, nail bitter...

knights of the round table...

the guys at the office are saying that i'm starting to come to wirk earlier and earlier by each day; the only deduction i can come out is, 1 of two things. no.1 either i have started to enjoy working or no.2, i have no choice. i doubt its the first one.

in a day if i have to attend 3 meetings, i'd say the day is already unproductive. i'm not complaining about the free currypuff and coffee (not that i drink coffee) but hey guys, haven't you heard nike say, 'Just Do It' or was it Toyota 'Do It Now'...

ever since i got here i'v seen two guys from my department leave, one yesterday handed in his notice. i'm starting to wonder whether is this an internal issue or just a trend of people jumping jobs. then again there a few senior engineers here who've been here for a few years and i mean a FEW years. so i can't just yet put my finger on it but no doubt i'll grasp it in days to come. there is a things around here where everyone says, no stays in here for more than 2 years, who knows...

life can get good to you, sometimes...

ssssstt...neverland

remember the fairytale where the princess kisses the frog and it turns into prince charming, get this..

a snake, a pitvipet bites me in the foot, i die but the snake dies too. then i turns into a ghila monster. you guys know what a ghila monster is? a gecko with poisons more deadly than snake.

freaaaaky!!!

i'm like now sitting with my legs up in the chair.

i said....peanuts,

not pee on my nuts...

so finally got my voice back today, half way thru the day, sudden;y, 'he speaksss...' ofcourse knowing me, only took 30 minutes before it became 'he has spoken'. iwas so upset when i saw the line. i know one of my biggest flaws is that i am a perfectionist. worst still if its not perfect i just tend to make it worst, just kinda like destroying that which is not perfect.

unfortunately i can't say that about this line, it's my rice bowl (what were the odds of me saying that?). i've learnt the art of biting only what i can chew, baby steps..lets see where this ends. probably right back bitting my ass but what the hell eh...

has anyone not watched 'Take the Lead' yet? wanna watch?

it's all jolly good....hell yeah?

i wanna know my enemy but how, when i am my own enemy.

it has already been one whole month since i started working here and thus far i can say its not all bad. i have some amazing friends here. the team i'm working with, well i csn say, with assurance, have my back covered. and thats very assuring to know. knowing what i am to do that worries me. i have been here a month and i have not done what i am suppose to be doing, and that in a few words or less, SUX...

so much for last weekend being the first i was off, i'm soo sick right now. i came home half day yesterday, thinking a little rest will do me better but i guess not. i'm on medical again today. shit man..thats 3 in a month, not good.

oh well, as long as i'm not faking it or whatever...(wink wink, who knows ehh)

Bombay Inc.

i dunno if it's the saree's or the hot mamasita under all that silk....*slurppp, so anyone wanna go bollywood?

wanna wear pampers ah?

you give them an inch and they want a mile...sound familiar?

some people think that for every job that comes their way, there is an idiot they can push it to. then again i don't blame jack-asses like these, cause as long as there are idiots around people like this will thrive.

i'm sorry, the idiot has left the building, YOU DO YOUR JOB, I DO MY JOB...

seriously la, do you really need an engineer to put tape on the floor as an indication for the layout. seriously, a fucking engineer to do this, a 6 year old can do this laaa. stupidity is a crime and sorry to say, in this plant stupidy reigns.

and the hits just keep oooooon coming.

my old demons are back, boredom...

why is it i get bored of doing something when i do it a few times over? the question that dams me to eternal boredom. its only been a few weeks and i'm bored with the line i'm taking care of already, aiyaaaa....

must find other things to do (cannot tell my boss i'm bored as well, dunno how she'll take it).

later....

it's done and dusted..

Italy now have 4 stars on their jersey, bloody Azurri. Tifossi i don't mind, Azurri i got problem. anyways it was a very good finals though. both of the teams played well and both of them would have deserved the cup. but there has to be a loser. i think the biggest loser would have been Zizu, man what a way to bow out of an illustrious career.

well time we focused on other things in life. husbands start talking back to your wives, employees can finally go to work wihtout the red eyes and zombie look. bookie's can start shooting those who haven't pay up or vice-versa.

(Italy v France in Germany = Ferrari, Frech GP and Michael Schumacher)

can i talk about anything else but sports and work??!

errrmmm...nope

later.

weirdos 101

first page,

okay..my car has one of those window visors, and they 'were' black. now i used the words were because now they are blue?????????????????????????????

some dumb fuck decided the black would look better on his car, so he takes my original TRD window visors and stuck his cheap blue ones onto my car. for fuck sakes la, just steal it and don't do me any favors.

second page,

who bloody works on a sunday, eve of the World Cup finals?

third page

(continuation from page 2) so tomorrow more than half my department is gonna be on a holiday. so my boss looks at me and says 'don't even think about it'. the last 3 world cups i've watched the finals in HRC, i wish i can go tonight, but work beckons. i've been trying to follow this WC and unfortunately i've only like watched a total of 10 or 11 matches. sad but hey, gotta grow up some day.

fourth page,

wadya you know, i'm the star to the musical theme lone ranger and one day i'm gonns be famous and shine like a real star...(comepletely no idea where this is coming from but sounds real)

fifth page,

the end, btw i hope France win tonight.

dey, my grandmother can kick better than that lar!

phases comes in 3, agree? okay, now that i've made that point, time to move onto more presing issues...

Brazil 0 - 1 France

that makes the tally now to France 3 and Brazil 1 on international grounds. now come on, how many people actually thought Brazil would make it to the finals, no seriously how many? the way they've been playing, i mean seriously, there was no Brazilian flare. the 1994 team with Rai, Romario, Bebeto, Leonardo, Dunga and Tafarrel, now that was a true Brazialian Samba boys. these guys are like a bunch completely worned out boys. sad to see them go but hey, nice to see Henry back on the mark.

two huge games next, Germany v Italy and Portugal v France. great for the neutrals, not really for the weak hearted.

next on the sports headlines;

Michael Schumacher and Filipe Massa takes the front row at Indianapolis starting grids. Indy has always been Ferrari's hunting ground. but as usual i'm more interested in seeing how well Alonso is gonna do here. the dude is really on form. it is really amazing to see him attack the track, he is rarely fighting his car for control, like a train on rails. hey don't get me wrong, i'm still tifossi and a huge Schumacher die hard but it's gut gripping to see Alonso's drive. i wish Kimi and Button start to pull a little more weight in the game.

tomorrow,

back to work, i hope hell cools down a little (who am i kidding). i have this feeling, someone is gonna blow his top tomorrow and me and my counterpart is gonna be the ones facing his fiery. there are so many times i'm asking myself why involve myself in things that have nothing to do with the department, then again thats a completely different story, another time perhaps.

on another note, hope you're not feeling too lonely, call me, we'll hang out, have a couple beers and throw some ground nuts around =P

later...

you got my balls in your mouth....

GAWDDDDDD....

'shit happens' a known fact world wide. but raining shit is right down plain stupidity. and like you guys know, i believe stupidity is a crime, punishable by any force necessary.

wake up engineers!!!

what i tell you, huh....

told you we'd beat Argentina..

Germany 1 - 1 Argentina
penalty(4 - 2)

i tell you this was a finals match man. there was no way the semi finals nor the finals for that matter is going to be as exciting as this one was. it was a real tough match, 7 yellow cards and my heart goes out for Ballack man, the dude was imobolie for so long cause he was injured but still was on the field, even stepped up to take a penalty. amazing match lerrr!

and i have to apologize to my neighbours for all the screaming. oh yeah, somebody owes me coffee bean iced chocolate, yummy yummy...

later, gotta run back to work.

tick tock, tingggg...

my mind is playing tricks on me again.

as i was driving to work the yesterday, suddenly it struck me that i'm on the wrong route and i started panicking, why i have no idea. the fact was that i WASN'T on the wrong route but on the right one. what triggered my mind to react in this was i have no idea. whats worst is that it happened again this morning. am i losing it?

my mom asked me how come i'm coming back so late everyday?

'last time when working in Melacca, cannot wait to come back home during the weekends, now already living home, got no heart to come home is it?'

i learnt that stabilizing a production line is not easy, it takes a lot of hard work, dedication and loads of discipline. i tell you sometime i just wanna scold the operators who just simply do things even though we tell them not too, but i also pity them. they're in ancient engineering term 'donkey directives', one command one action. and it should be my restrain from thinking they can do otherwise...la la la why do i always talk about work work work...

okay lets see,

So my team is in the semifinals, Germany vs Argentina. you know that guy on Astro, Shebby. he believes that if Germany can beat Argentina, they'll win the world cup. i hope he's right. in my opinion, the two strongest teams in the world cup were the Spanish and the Argentinians, so much for spain. bring it one Argentina.

this weekend is also GP weekend, and can't get any bigger than this one, Indy. argh argh argh...

okay gotta go for my morning meeting, later...

dead in two...

the difference between 1 and 2 is a fractions of mishaps. not long before one thing slips and you fall, okay enough of talking like i have a point...

week two in Flex,

i been asked to use not just my legs and arms but my brains, i've been told i know nuts, i've been told i'm not doing anything to solve the problem.

and it was all a case of mistaken identity. more like mistaken jobscope or designation. so in just 2 weeks, i've had 4 urges, to slap the process engineer, QA engineer, production supervisor and the process trainer. there is shit in so many different shades.

you know this new job might just be the thing i need to lose weight. the production floor is so huge, i walk about 8km in a day. and sometimes the work out is good, although sawing off tables without a jigsaw seems a little under fetched. being an industrial engineer, and automatically people think you're the furniture guy. or the guy who gets you the computer. people, people, we do layouts and set ups, we're not the movers or DHL. its gonna take me awhile to learn to ignore idiots.

'Macha, you're gonna get into a lot of trouble with your mouth' - Navein...

okay, enough about work. what else, errrmm...

ohh, thats all folks.

first weeeeeek

i have long wondered how it'd be like to be working with a bunch of engineers trying to solve problems and coming up with new idea to improve, and last week i got that feeling. for the first time i felt like an engineer.

besides that i'm just a blur....

aiyoo..my kaki man...

so tomorrow will be my first day at Flextronic. so the dream to work in a big multinational corperation has been smelt and driven home, whats next? BMW, here i come...

so my prediction for the WC not too bad;

Trinidad & Tobago 0-0 Sweden
Argentina 2-1 Ivory Coast

as usual, the disgrace of the beautiful game was seen yesterday, play acting. don't these players realize how many cameras there are on the pitch, and how many replay we fans and officials watch, for fuck sakes la, we have player cams that follow each and every player, so wise up la you dungus, you're playing on the world stage.

i'll miss tonights matches, i need to sleep early. wish me luck for Flex tomorrow.

Errrmmm...

i've been a bad blogger and i have a confesion to make; i haven't read anyone's blog since February....

what is with the English game, that England game was soooo boring, exception to the first 15 minutes.

England 1-0 Paraguay

who is up to see what Trinidad & Tobago, Sweden, Argentina and Ivory Coast can do in the tournament. amazing a few days ago i wasn't giving jack shit who's who or whats the score, today i wanna know. football fever is more dangerous than the Ibola virus.

my prediction, Argentina are gonna put 5 past Ivory Coast and Sweden is gonna go 1 a piece with the Trinidians. lets see if i can become a pundit.

later...

how do Porcupines mate?

so i decided i should be more involved with the World Cup season, so i stayed up till 5 to watch both opening matches;

Germany 4-2 Costa Rica
Poland 0-2 Ecuador

a good start for the host nation, i've never seen a more attack focused German side since 1990. but my favorite German squad will always be the 1996 Euro cup team. anyways, tonight we get to see if England are up for it.

hey...has anyone watched Cars yet, man i would love to be a car, i wish my life was like the movie. and the rumour was actually true, Pixars actually went and got Michael Schumacher to do the voice for a Ferrari. but overall i loved the movie, just loved it.

speaking of Schumacher, tonight is the qualifying rounds for the British GP, its a great venue for some racing action. its a horsepower track so its gonna be a level plane for most of the teams, but i'm looking forward to see how Renault do here, if they win it, the season is theirs, i guarantee it.

onto other things...

its weird how someone can make you feel better when they're around and for some reason you realize they're just procrastinating the inevitable, the seperation that was destined. sometimes you realize you are alone even though you're surrounded by people and yet sometimes you have so many people thinking of you even though you're surrounded by silence and darkness..and i have no clue what was my point that i am trying to make.

on a seperate note;

how important is it for you, when love making, your mate goes down on you?

later...

p.s; the answer to the title is unsuccesfully.

World Cup 2006

who is it gonna be this time around? Brazil again, or one of the european countries? or one of the biggest upsets on the world stage. well, like they say. football is a crazy world.

everyone seems to be talking about the WC but i'm not really bothered about it, i dunno why. maybe for the fact that my football kaki's are all miles away or the fact that i'm more an F1 fan, or i'm starting a new job on monday (Flextronics), or i've become a Fottball Widower.

lately i'm doing a lot of thinking, especially about the future, and that usually spell disaster for me. i'm thinking beyond my boundries and i should rev down. in the words of F1, i have to go on an economy drive when it come to thining, and the best way for me to stop thinking is eating, and that spells disaster for my waiste line.

fat, sad and god knows what else, later...

who your daddy now...

i hope the people from old job are reading this; i got a job biatch...!!!

i start on monday, Project Engineer (or maybe QA Engineer) for a plastic component manufacturer. the boss was willing to give me what i wanted, so lets see how this one goes. 'I KNOW WHAT I'M WORTH..'

so lets see, i still have a few more interviews to go for, so that means i'm still looking. you can never be happy with what you have (job wise i mean).

tomorrow i plan to paint my room. i'm thinking of going with grey. sad that all my posters have to come down, including my Terminator and signed Michael Jackson ones too. i wanna go Ikea on friday, need some redeco for my room. maybe a sofa and a tv, hehaheahe.

later...

Staged Fall...

okay who watched qualifying earlier today? now was that last 16seconds of F1 the best move you've ever seen someone get pole position or was that gamesmenship at it's worst. Fernando Alonso and Kimi Raikkonen were on a hot laps and i think either one of them could have over throne Schumacher from his pole. just at the right moment and just at the right place on the track, Anthony's Nose, he 'losses', goes wide and has just stays there till the time ticks off. Schumi Schumi...i've been watching you for 15years and i know that was no Schumi running wide. someday he is gonna write his own biography and i'm sure this is gonna be one of the things he's gonna confess to.

okay, i'm a Schumacher pro, why am i complaining again?

pussy cat, pussy cat....where have you been?

wow, where have i been indeed...

so lets see where i am now..i'm still jobless but the job hunt is going well, lots of interviews and i seem to be impressing everyone of them (yet no one's giving me a job). i hope, no no no (confindence my boy)...i know i'll get a job soon, just a matter of time.

other than that...oh oh oh, meet Baby



she's the new addition to the family and don't be fooled by the size, she's only 7 months old. the problem now is to get Enzo to like her. he is a little, whats the word, anti-social. (i have no idea why isn't he trying to seduce Baby instead, dumb dog). here he is trying to get out of a scolding after messing up my brother's room. i drove up to penang last weekend and he slept like a baby on my mom's lap all the way, spoilt dog.



lately all i do is eat eat eat, me and Sarah have been going on a wild eating spree. though the both of us need to be on a strict diet but I.D.G.A.R.A., beside we've been doing her Marketing Strategy assignment on AirAsia for like 3 weeks now and i think its stressing her out (me as well). actually i think i'm slowing her down, heahaheahe, i'm such a devil.

i gotta blog more often, later...

sticks and stones...

last night when i was on the phone with Sarah and she mentioned how half the time i'm always talking about my company and how irritated i am about things there. i realized it's so damn true, i have no outside life anymore (not like i had one before, anyways), my mind is constantly thinking of what i am going thru in this hell hole and how i can jump ship or change the way things are. sigh, so sad.

on the other hand it does keep my mind off things which are far more worst than job satisfaction and money.

when i finished my studies i promised myself i wanted to work in my first job, minimum for atleast a year, no matter how conditions were. sorry to have gone back on my decision but if i don't do this i know i'll become another donkey pulling the cart of mortal life, i know i am destened for greatness and by god i will achieve it (ofcourse first i have to know what is it i want to achieve?).

you know its times like this when i miss my childhood the most, damn those fantastic good old days. growing up i had one of the best childhood a man could possible ask for, showered with love and pampered with gifts and toys. i still remember when i was like 5 years old i had a room filled with toys. didn't matter if i didn't pick my toys up, cause the entire room was literally filled with toys. i had like a gezillion matchbox cars, my fav was Lego. damn i miss building stuff out of Lego. me and my brother had gone bored out of building the stuff on the box, we'd use the parts and build something with our own design, suped up ofcourse, hehaehaheha...

my creative mind is being killed off here and i can't let them take away the one thing that is the most valuable to me, my mind. now seriously, i'm thinking, even if they do offer me something that i am satisfied with, and i do (for some unforsaken reason) decide to stay on, what will be my co-workers perception on me? is it worth it? am i going to be happy? will i be treated the same way?

in my life i have gained a lot and i have lost a lot, like they say, 'you count your losses and move on' or 'stay back and cry over spilled milk' and when someone reaches the stage of choosing between the two routes, it's hell i tell you, hell. even though we know which one is the wiser choice, GGAWWDDDD it's hell.

here's to a great childhood *raising my mineral water bottle.

later...

the winds of change...

so now they wanna hear our story...

a resignation letter is a powerfull tool. now i know why many people use it to get what they want. all of a sudden everybody is interested in knowing what is the story, they're sitting down and listening to my demands and problems. you know you're important when GM's are prepared to sit with you and hear your problems trying to convince you not to go. well i don't care, i know what i am worth, i know i am good, i know i can survive without this organization. i'm only gonna stay if 3 of my demamnds are met;

1. Job satisfaction
2. Higher basic
3. New contract terms

if not buh bye....

tomorrow they wanna have a top level management meeting with us at 4pm, then they'll make a dicision, wish me luck and lets hope they do some changes. well even if they don't, won't matter much i just make like a tree and FUCK OFF.

later...

resignation...

i know i might be doing nothing (again) for awhile before i get a new job but what the hell. i've submitted my resignation today and kinda feel very relieved. i told management every single thing i was disatisfied with, even how hot Melacca was.

wish me luck, hope i get another job in 2 weeks time. seriously thinking of going back to UK.

later...

Rottweiler vs German Shepherd

what do you think, which one should i get? i wanna get myself a big dog and these two are my choices, hmmmm...

good will hunting

and so the hunt begins again, the job hunt obviously. i promised myself i wanted to work at my first job for atleast a year despite how bad it gets but here i am searching for other jobs within 4 months. i have a valid reason...

i can slowly feel myself turning brain dead and slow. my dad once told me a story about how a merchant who had two donkeys to pull his cart to the market decided to speed up his journey, so he bought himself a horse and made the horse pull the donkeys. donkeys being the dumb, slow, stubborn creatures they never really got with the pace of the horse, at the end of the day, the horse started walking at the donkeys' pace. i am that horse now...

i feel like a over heated Type - R in race with a bunch of Datsun 120Y's. i went for an interview on friday, with a big American company, lets see if get that job, my fingers and toes are all crossed, i've even got my balls crossed...

AND I NEED TO LOSE WEIGHT :@(

michellin man signing out, later...

day 2 of !@#$%^&*(

boring....

i went and checked out online prices for PDA phones. hey Ric, the Xda IIs is only RM29**.** and you know what, i'm actually thinking about it. oh and i was thinking of planning a trip sometime next year, how does Mexico sound? didn't realize it was gonna cost me 6K just for airfare.

oh oh oh, and i think somebody is surfing the net for porn with my PC. i hope i don't get into trouble for this. weird assholes la, go home and do stuff like this la, aiyooooo...

so this weekend i have to pick Enzo up from the vet, poor fellow got the 'snip snip' and he had his hernia op as well. my mom went and checked on him yesterday, she actually thinks he has lost weight in 2 days :@P

so my supposedly new boss told me this morning, i might be starting tomorrow earliest and my old boss is not as friendly as he was before, practically ignoring me, oh well I.D.G.A.R.A.. another colleague of mine (who is my housemate too) told me we might be given our bonus this weekend, and he told me, his sources told him, we newbies are getting it too (of my god i am gossiping, its like a virus).

i'm going for all my breaks atleast half an hour late just so i don't get sucked into this gossip frenzy that has swept my company like wildfire and yet here i am doing the same thing. wait, or is this called bitching, instead?

i also found that 'The Omen' is being released on 06/06/06 this year, gotta watch and ofcourse the much talked about 'Water Spirit' which opens this thursday, i wonder if its gonna be worth it. i thought 'Emily Rose' was really good, the fact that it was a true story gave it an edge too, just like 'Exorcist'. anyone wanna join me for a horror flick weekend? we can also drive up to every scary place in town. btw, Melacca is filled with cemetaries.

i just had a thought, next month, we'll have a day when the time and date will read 02:03 04/05/06. i remember blogging twice last year when it was 05:05 05/05/05 and 01:02 03/04/05, i really didn't have a life last year eh? and i was in the fucking UK!

and yet somehow i've not gotten far from where i was last year :@(

later...

!@#$%^&*(

ever since i voiced out my dislike of my current job, i've been doing nothing. due to the fact everyone knows i might be changing departments (or if god forbids, changing jobs altogether), no one is paying attention to what i do, where i go, who i speak to. this sucks.

i could sit all day at my desk and do absolutely nothing and no one will GIVE A SHIT!

see i'm the kind of person who wants first and foremost (besides a job), job satisfaction, i wanna come to work because i know i can contribute, i have something to offer, something to create, i wanna go home knowing i have actually done something gratifying, for myself and my organization. but i don't have it!

since money is not the biggest deal to me (don't get me wrong, i'm not fucking the Sultan of Brunei on the side or anything), i don't think pay should be an issue but for crying out loud don't pay me crap, which is what i'm getting!

i wanna come to work to meet my colleague's, talk about last nights game, Michael Schumacher's great move on the back marker, then dwell into work, group discussions and how we tackle problems one at a time. be real professionals, at work. i wanna be able to go out for lunch occasionally. i wanna an organization that DOESN'T STEAL OUR PUBLIC HOLIDAYS!

my organization, though it is stated in my vision and mission, 'Professionalism' NOT A SINGLE SOUL HAS IT! i somehow believe this company is a communist organization, cause we work 8-5, but they want us to come to work at 6.30, then go back at 7. then they wont pay us OT for the extra hours. then we have to work 48hours a week, so saturdays like this one, they call replacement for today FUCKING PUBLIC HOLIDAY. when it comes to public holiday it is my discretion whether i wanna work or not. YOU MOTHER FUCKERs DON'T TAKE MY HOLIDAY AND THEN CALL IT REPLACEMENT OFFDAY, WHEN IT IS SUPPOSE TO BE MY OFFDAY, just because the legal term says not more than 48hours per week.

this a company is made out of broad daylight vampires. Engineers are doing operator's job, operators are doing supervisor's job, managers are doing ball sucking jobs. i'm just gonna wait and see when they're gonna give me job that i'm capable of doing, i'm gonna sit here and wait. let them pay my ass for sitting. if i was a man with no intergrity, i would have kept my mouth shut and keep on getting paid for doing nothing but i went and voiced it out and now i am still doing nothing, your loss sucker!

pissed off engineers are very very dangerous, we know a lot of detruction methods. since they promised me next week, we'll see or else i am leaving, buh bye, sayonara assholes!

you are the one, Neo....

finding yourself in today's world is hard enough as it is, finding your place in this world? as we grow up, we realize we are a apart of a continuous cycle, as as bad as we don't want to be a part of it, unfortunately we are. even if you have to be dragged kicking and screaming, you are a part of it so get with the program.

as a kid my dad once told me, 'shake off the pain, and keep going...'. as a kid i was completely oblivious to what he was saying, 'what pain, go where?' i was only interested in Voltron and ThunderCats. seeing how Voltron nor ThunderCats are no longer airing, i feel the pain, and i'm moving...not on, just moving, its a start. sometimes we want our hands to held and to be led unfortunately, again, it ain't gonna be like all the time, so get with the program.

i could sit here all day and talk about how we all should 'get with the program' but eventually somebody will suspect there's a glitch with the matrix and they'd pull my plug.

i'm getting FAT!

later....

question....

did my parents spend 120,000 for my education, just so i could be doing hard labour? i should be creating, not maintenance!

(rings of the word KARMA...)

leap of time...

i have always feared my sins will return to haunt me, well i fear no more. i'm living my sins day by day, hour by hour, inch by inch i'm being eaten up on the inside. i wish there was a way out. i can't swallow neither can i spit it out. god halp me.

writing was my therapy while i was in the UK, honestly my blog was my best friend while i was there, i cried with my blog, i laughed with it, i actually felt with it. ever since i came home, (no actually ever since i started working) i've just lost the fingers to type. i need to start blogging more, keep my mind off things, off work too, sometimes...

i wish it was 1987 again.

MARUWA battle of the bands

this is my Woodstock baby, from 6.30am till 8pm daily...

we start out with little bands jamming to tunes till about 7am, then come the big guns, the Goliaths of hard rock to make their presence felt. i have my daily dose of a little Metallica, some RHCP, Maryln Manson, Corn even Guns & Roses made a come back.

ofcourse by the time all the bands are really heated up and all geared for the biggest showdown of hardRock history, the big daddy of underground music shows up. the Bad Boy of HardRock himself, some call him the dark disciple of Satan, i just call him Ozzy Osbourne....

for those of you who have no idea what i am talking about, come attend one of my morning meetings.

DeadMan, peace out, ROCK ONNNNNNNNNNNNNN.....

dog eat dog...

oh yeah baby, its genocide..

'Don't hit on my rice bowl' - Mr. Puru

so ever since there was a small reshuffling in my department, all hell has broken loose. Volcanic have erupted, especially those dormant ones. 'villages' torn apart and mostly, a whole lot of confusion.

my morning meeting was like a war zone. the battle was between two juggernauts in their own way, i felt like dwarf in the cross fire. seeing as this is my second month (wait, is it my third?) i shall continue to remain as dwarf status. knowing how radioactive i am, i shall stay clear of any flammable incidents. but i hate to be dragged into scenes that are so unnecessary.

i can only stress on one thing, PROFESSIONALISM...

we recite it everyday and yet, there is so much of it lacking. emotions and other crap should be left out, personal feelings should be overcome. everything can be settled just with a small one to one talk, but are you ready for this shit? its time for a change and the time is now, or we will all crumble together.

wish me luck, so far i've not been hit yet, then again everyone is afraid to hit on us cause we're the CEO's project, i love it when i get previledges, heahehahehe.

later...

Still feverish

its a beautiful day for a picnic with blue skies, sunny day.. *sound of a cd skipping

what the fuck is wrong, why so fucking hot laaaa, global warming in your face man. i looked out the window this afternoon and i could actually see the heat wave outside my car, shhhhiiiiitt....

and don't get me started on Melacca, fuck me trice its hot down there. i'm going blind when i step out of my section. the only good part about the whole thing is that my section, the room has to be maintained below 19C, so i freeze 3/4 then burn another 1/4, wait, whats so good about it again?!!!!

i just came home this morning, got up at about 7am and just drove back, got a speeding ticket, FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.....

the whole week i spent trying to increase communication and team work amongst my staff in my section, turns out there is a whole lot of back stabbing and pent up bad air flowing around.

'everything is a mind set problem' -Mr. Sinna (my new boss)

screw the mind set if you ask me, those who can't get along with the way things a shaping into, best they are given ONE last chance, then my friend there are loads of people out there who can whip and shape the company into a multinational company. we just made sales of RM8 mil last week on our shipment board and our target for the month is 20, at this rate i'm in for a raise, heahehahehae...

okay i'm gonna go take my shower and go have dinner with family, later...

and oh yeah, Ric and Shenn, stop pulling pranks on people, don't end up like the boy who cried wolf! (actually i know it was mostly Ric)

i'm sick

its always around this time of the year that i fall sick, and i fall sick quite bad, every year without fail. i've got a fever, not just any fever i've got 'the fever'.....yippiekae mother fucker, i've got the Formula One Fever!!!

11days left to Bahrain...

(hope my boss doesn't catch me updating my blog during work hours...)

do you believe in signs?

last night i thought of someone and thought maybe i should give her a call, then i dunno what came over me i scratched that idea...

this afternoon as i was meddling with my machine, on the measurement read out, i actually saw her number appear on the screen, perfect to the seventh digit, freaky...

hey big guy, what're you trying to tell me, call her?

been awhile

been quite awhile ehhh..

so whats been new, anyone else got married on the scene? jonny? you came down didn't even give me a call, and i didn't get my chocolates. Shenn and Ric, you owe me, i want a huge tub of Ben & Jerry's; indian not coming to anymore chinese functions!!!

you want the good news or bad the news first...

bad news, i got promoted...good news, i got loads of fuck work now, my mind has stop wandering about being in Melacca in the first place. i am the new Facility MAnagement Asst. Manager for my department. i dunno if it's 'fuck yeah' or 'FUCK HELL'. time will tell.

it's good to be back for the weekend, sad i be gone tomorrow. okay, gotta go bath and get ready to watch 'Million Dollar Baby', adios people and wish me luck, later...

p.s; if you're wondering how i got a promotion in just two months of working, I AM THAT DAMN GOOD...

what do you think is the ideal age to get married?

the past few days my aunty, uncle and my parents have been sitting in my house talking about how to get my brother hitched, seeing that he is 28 years old already. all of them say, 28 is the best time to get married, 'when he is 50, his kids are already working...'. tomorrow my friend Gopi is getting married and he is my age.

i dunno, if you ask me, age has got nothing to do with marriage. the having kids OF YOUR OWN is always where your age might play a huge role (actually the woman's age, medically speaking). i mean if you have that sense of responsibility, maturity, mind set to really grow old and spend the rest of your life with that special SOMEONE (emphasis on the ONE), to love, to give and sacrifice for your equal in life, than i guess you are ready, be it if you are 20, 30 or 60.

so to Gopi, goodluck bro, i know there are gonna be times when its gonna be worst than a train wreck, there are gonna be times when you can hardly look at each other but always remember what brought you guys together in the first place...love and cherish your (since you are getting married only tomorrow) future wife, women are always worth every bit of it.

i'm actually taking a break from writing my report for work, me and my big mouth i had to come up with so many ideas. now my HOD wants all of them to be in proposal report and audit findings and feasible report. oh well, no one said working life was gonna be easy, welcome the dog year by working like a dog i guess.

oh yeah, hoi apek?! what happened to todays plan?! FFK me again ah?!!!! tada guna punya cina!

later...

Gong Xi Fa Chai...

need i say more, have a great new 'dog dog' year...

i'm off till friday, saturday must go back to work. audit in my department, damn. well this few days off also i got 3 proposals to finish up and one audit findings and feasible report to complete. work work work...

"AIYAAAA, TIREDDDD LARRRR....."

Melacca - Kuala Lumpur - Melacca

'weekends are precious', words an apek once said come ringing in my ears right now and hey apek, sorry i didn't pick up my phone, we'll do something next weekend when i come down, we'll catch a movie or something.

sometimes i feel like i'm living in a world that i'm not apart of, just living it for some purpose which i have completely no clue what. when was the last time i when to a club and sat there listening to Oasis' Don't Look Back In Anger, raised my Guinness and said, here's to life. or actually looked at something really nice and cute and just be happy for what it is, instead of feeling heavy that i don't have it. i wanna love everything for all the right reasons and not just because i don't have it. i wanna get up in the morning and love the cold shower because i love ice cold water and not because i don't have hot water. i wanna love driving because i AM a motor head not because i WAS a motor head. i wish i was who i am, not who i became over the years. i have had a great childhood, no doubt about that, its the greatest part of my life and that will always remain strong in me. something about today, coming home and taking my mom to temple, told me my childhood is over, time to grow up. i dunno how to explain it but its an overwhelming feeling that consumed me. i just gotta remember not to neglect that child in me, once in awhile take the little firecracker out for ice cream.

well on other matters...

work is good, still in training though. i notice how everyone (well not EVERYONE) love to sell their superior's name; 'oh, if you can do it than you explain it to the boss...'. the oldest trick in the book of intimidations. its a trick no doubt but only to the untrained eye but for those who strive on intimidation, me without saying much, the trick is merely fuel for my fire. i told myself from day one, i'm not here to please people, i'm here to do my job. i'm no superman, so nothing beyond the call of duty ehh. oh don't get me wrong, i'm in the Engineering business for the interest, not the money (not like there is much). then again, somedays i have no idea what they want me to do? i hope they know themselves, i hope.

so moving on...

what the hell is wrong with Manchester United, again? they are fucking up at the most crucial time in the league. i wanna slap Ronaldo for losing possesion all the time, slap Silvestri, Ferdinand and Van de Sar for all the sloppy defending, oh i wanna line all 36 players and staff of Manchester United Football Cllub and slap all of them.

and whats this about Michael Schumacher leaving Ferrari for Toyota? the man has done it all, the man has broke every record in Formula One (but one, number of pole positions, still held by Ayrton Senna), the man has dominated the sport like no other man, in any discipline. you name it, Schumacher is the biggest name in the sporting industry. side by side with a legacy of speed, Ferrari the man has done things far too many times and made them look far too easy. if you ask me, if he can cut it, he should run with it but if he can't, Toyota or Honda, ain't gonna make a difference. quit while you're still DA MAN.

okay, time to go to bed, need to drive to Melacca at 5 in the morning.

DELAYED (manufacturing downtime)

i know its going to be a week already now but what the hell...

HAPPY 2006 EVERYONE!!!

for those of you who don't know yet, i have started WORKING. yes yes yes, you read it correectly, no need to call your optician. i'm the new Process/Production Engineer for a advanced ceramic manufacturer in Melacca, called Maruwa Malysia Sdn. Bhd.. i think there is a lot i can learn from this organization but has to how much they can utilize me, is always my question. there is a age old ideology about japanese companies, they suck you dry of everything. i'll let you know if it's true in 3 months time. till the i have to learn to shut my mouth and be nice....

once again, happy new year to all and i hope your life isn't like mine...

Process/Production Engineer

errrm..whats my job again?

i've been here almost 3 weeks now and for some undertermined reson i still have no freaking idea WHAT THE HELL IS MY JOB SPEC?!!! yeah its cool and all being a working adult, matrix card to punch in and out, people (indon operators) calling you 'tuan Engineer' but i still feel i have no purpose here. though i'm stil in training but yeah...

so yesterday i was talking to my department HOD, and oh my can i learn a lot from him. and the first thing he said after me firing him with al my questions, 'Eh, you wanna go Japan ah? i think you can learn a lot there, later i talk to the EA, send you to Japan....'

what the FUCK? i don't even know what am i suppose to DO what am i suppose to learn, everything? this i smy way of breaking things down, start at the end product and develope it backward to design and conceptual stage, well as a capable engineer thats how i analyize or get my breakdown structure of any process. you getting a better understanding of things and you'll definitely get more questions out of your mind. so in my case now, we're not producing end user products, so we have customers specifications, now my way i to analyize and master our customers specifications and material requirement, i'm pretty sure as a process engineer i can get a better understanding of my very own process'. now, how do i convey this to my boss? wish me luck.

*news flash, on other matter involving me,

as it is i had to come back to Melacca of all places. the one place that can kill me with a single blow. i should, i repeat, I SHOULD have stayed in Leeds. that would have been wiser and a whole lot...ermmm, whats the word, majorly fucked?

Life = Sucks
Food = Sucks
What else is there = Sucks

anyone else out there doing any better? from Melacca, signing out....

dozy Christmas...

this morning, sorry afternoon, two donkeys woke me up to go watch movie, one donkey named Shenn and the other Ricardo. one donkey even had the cheek to say i am queen today, so everyone must listen to what i say. the other donkey kutuk the new working man for wanting to rest. eventually, me being the ever Mr. Nice obliged them. got up, took my bath, got dressed, started my car and was about to leave. when i see my mom waving at me; phone call.

1. MY PLACE RAINING, NICE TO SLEEP
2. TUMMY ACHE
3. WE ARE BACK HOME
4. YOU'RE FAULT I DRANK GINGER BEER
4. ERRRRRRMM

just to list some of the excuses these two donkeys gave me, sigh...

EVENTUALLY, i ended up watching movie with them, Navein decided to join as well. 'Aeon Flux' (did i get the correct spelling) is a movie to watch if you wanna see Miss Theron's curves, other than that it is S-T-U-P-I-D. i can't remember who i was having this conversation about watching Teri Hatcher in her prime and he said 'Lois and Clark'. has anyone watched 'Two Days In the Valley', Hatcher and Theron in it and its worth it (from a guys point ler).

Apek said he wants to play badminton tomorrow, see if he calls me and spoils my sleep again, otherwise i am sleeping thru out the day. i have to apologize, i have not been reading anyones blog since i went to Melacca, such a bad blogger, thanks guys for still reading mine. Melacca has my mind fully engrossed on 'other' things..

Merry Christmas all and if i don't see you, Happy New Year too (whats happy about it i don't know but, yeah...)

the working adult...

how many times did we wanted to bitch slap our working friends who started talking about responsibilities, standing on their own two feet, being grown up and having no time to spend with us bummers. well i speak for you guys, A WHOLE FUCKING LOT...

the other day i was talking to Ric and he was like so you coming back for the Christmas weekend, and i went yeah, told him about how my parents are driving up to penang and he asked me if i am following with, instictively i told him, no i am working the next day! fuck me trice, i have become an adult. losing all sense of youth, fun, extreme measures of risk taking and weightlessness. for instance i opened a bank account today, and they offered me some savings plan where by in 10 years i can make around 15K, automatically i agreed to it as well. the old Raj would have said; 'bye bye suckers, i'm spending it on Uncle Jack...'

working is fun though, i am enjoying the process of learning new things everyday. though sometimes i am a little scared i am coming off too strong to certain people. i have the tendancy to intimidate, not intentionally. it's my nature and i know i will pay the price for it, someday if not soon.

yesterday i went to the night market at uptown with Navein. we humiliated St. Johns High School. i wanted to buy a wall clock for my apartment in Melacca and Navein picked one out and said it had a built in alarm, which, didn't actually. so the guy there said where got wall clock with alarm then everytime you wanna set it you have to take it off the wall. Navein said; 'sorry, i budak St. John, tak belajar lar..' and the shopkeeper was like, 'What year you went there, i am class of 76...!' -booya biatch.

i'm driving back on tuesday morning straight to work, so till then i think i wanna sleep. i'm (quote unquote Ricardo Ang Wee Keong) TIRRRREDD LARRR from getting up at 6 every morning. oh oh oh the worst part is i have no water heater, fuck! and my housemates or colleagues are making me look for a hard surface table every now and then to bang my head on. long story, for the details call me up, we'll go for drink and talk about it.

Melacca day 1

borrrrrinnnnnnnnnnngggggg...

bunking with nirpal, bai don't bang my ass, pls.

Nomad's log...

the year is 2005...

so after 25 fucking years i am finally gonna be a working, whoa....

i gonna kinda move to melacca tomorrow, gotta meet a house agent at 9am. he said he's got about 7 houses to show me. i know this is suppose to be a big move on my part to move out and away from my parents but i am so not like nervous or worried or anything for that matter. being in MELACCA is more on my mind than actually moving there. i probably just stay inside the factory whole day and never leave. but knowing me, i'll end up crying on the pier everynight.

today i met up with Michelle, a long lost friend. it was nice to see her and Michelle, sorry to hear about your relationship and hope you are happy with your decisions. you go woman! Ric and Shenn i am not talking to you anymore!!!

later i'm gonna go meet up with WK, been awhile since i saw that donkey. last i saw him was when i crashed my car more than a year ago. damn that was one spin i'll never forget.

i'll try update my blog from Melacca, i'll use company resources, heaheahe, later...

Yippie-kay-yay motherfucker

i think i got a job...

i got a pair of 8's and nothing else, what'ya got?

a simple game, 5 card draw. call it..

i think its about time i started taking my blog seriously, i used to average 1.3 post a day with my old blog. what happened la (besides the obvious of NOTHING)?

time for an update. lets see, where do i start;

okay, in total i've sent out 243 resumes, with only one interview call. i've gone for 3 walk in interviews, 3 interviews with job agencies (all 3, same agency) and i'm registered with 3 different agencies. i've sent 197 online applications, with almost all of them no replies. just a few coming back with the standard 'although your resume was impressive, we've choosen to go in a different direction....' replies.

FUCK YOU TOO...

Enzo is spoilt. mom, dad and brother thinks he is the golden dog decended from the heavens to enchant our lives. he has been sleeping on my moms bed for the past 2 weeks, he has literally bitten everything in sight and reach of his puny little mouth. he has pissed and pooped every inch of the house. though his ticks and flees are no more i still feel like squeezing the mutt when he sleeps on my bed. stupid dog!!! he forgets i am KING of the house. oh and he likes batman the animated series.

i can now be officially considered FAT and BROKE.

Navein is returning from UK tomorrow. though for only 2 weeks, it'll be great to see that over grown monkey again. he should be on the flight by now.

i've started writing a lot. sometimes i look like a serious writer, with my cigar and crystal ashtray, oh and brandy next to me, i want Tequila instead!

my phone is barred so anyone expecting a return call from me can wait for the moon to melt.

badminton isn't exactly helping my psychical state. my right arm hurts and completely lacks the strength to lift a jug filled with water. my heel is still hurting badly too, i think i have an Achilles Heel condition, my mom forgot to bath my heels in the magic river also.

speaking of Achilles, i finally watched Troy yesterday and dying to watch HBO's Rome also another series called 'Commander in Chief' staring Geena Davis as the first American Woman President. oh btw, did you anyone know Geena Davis has the IQ of a genius? speaking of things i wanna watch, i wanna watch Justice League and Samurai Jack uninterupted and this new animation called Avatar on Nickelodeon.

i downloaded 'Moment in the Sun' and completely understood what it was all about but just couldn't even remotely relate to it, 25 fucking years being alive and at the moment i can't even say;

How beautiful I'll be
but in a normal sort of way,
like I am you and you are me...

and when it hit the end where Clem Snide goes;

When it's my moment in the sun
I won't forget that I am blessed
but every hero walks alone
thinking of more things to confess...

for some fucking reason my eyes lite up and my spirits were calm, just as i was about dwell into what he just said, 'Viva La Rasaaaa' screamed on my computer. a life so far back, yet not to far to turn back; 'I lie, I cheat, I steal...'

my house has been pouring in with wedding invitations from friends and family. since i'm not really interested in going to any one of them, here's to the newly weds;

'I hope that their first child be a masculine child...' - Luca Brasi

heahaheahehae, the words; 'Luca Brasi sleeps with the fishes tonight' come to mind too but thats another story, not today.

btw, does everyone have a favorite tv theme (anyone don't have one, i can recommend a few)? i think everyone should a favorite. nope instead i think everyone must have a favorite, it should be mandatory like you new MyKad or else Paul Nipkow and John Logie Baird will be kicking themselves in cable heavens.

peace out...

Enzo

all he does is bite that bite this....


scratch here and scratch there


oh and this is what happens when he misbehaves.


then bite us again...


then give us the puppy dog face...oh wait, he is a puppy dog.

combustion quest

so as i was sitting on the sofa last week, seeing that my parents had taken Enzo with them leaving me to myself, something came over me and i ran away from home. yup you read it correctly...

so i drove up to Ipoh and spent the night in Mohan's place. man i have to say, i love your house though it is a little big for my liking. oh and trust me, i really didn't wanna pretend to be such a nice guy infront of your parents it just happened =P. we spent the night talking and talking and talking and boy was there so much to talk about. somehow i think there is still stuff to talk about, eh dude? well anyways it was nice to see your face, hope i'll see it again.

so then the next morning, despite sleeping at almost 4a.m., after watching Exorcism of Emily Rose, i got up at around 7a.m. and drove up to Penang, where i spent the next 2 days with a 3000pieces jigsaw puzzle but my aunty and i only finished like one fifth of it.

on saturday i was back in KL and so the journey continues. my friend Mohan went back to the UK before that i drove him to Prem's house, met Prem's mom and sister (who reminds me of Rapunzel, cause of her hair). played badminton on sunday, sucked extremely and slept for the rest of my days...

Enzo

a new addition to the family

tattoo SIFU...@#$%^&

so yesterday, i was at the post office waiting my turn, when this elderly uncle (the tattoo sifu, read on and you'll understand why) approaches me;

'is that a real tattoo boy?'

(do i farking look like i was gonna get a phony tattoo on my wrist but obviously to this guy)

'errmm..yeah it is'

still not leaving me to my business, at 9am i am still not in a very chaty mood, not that i am always in one, especially to nosy old uncles

'must have been expensive, i hear tattooes are expensive?'

(oh god, goooo awayyyy...why not ask me if it hurt)

'it is'

so for the next 7 minutes the uncle continues to bug me about his theories on tattooes and about people who get them;

1. women who get tattooes are hot
2. hot women who get tattooes are horny
3. Indian women who get tattooes are sluts
4. guys who get tattooes are trying to prove something
5. Indian guys who get tattooes are in a gang
6. rowdy looking Indian guys who get tattooes, sure ex-convict

you farking idiot, you better have a tattoo hidden somewhere up your butt to be such an expert on tattooes, you 50 year old fart, i hope you get murdered by an ex-convict in your home while watching Astro.

p.s; HE WAS INDIAN!!!!!!

the things i learnt today...

having not slept since last night, i left for Toyota service centre about 7am, on the way there i saw a beige Volvo S40 next champaigne Fiat Marea at a traffic light (God hates me). well, reaching there at 7.20, i was the first customer. which was great, change one left front absorber and tyre. how long can it take...

8.15am
*83 Toyota's had already pulled into the service centre and 51 of them were Vios'
*i had to explain 3 times to the service engineer what needed to be done with my tyre

9.15am
*all none moveable items (such as TYRES AND ABSORBERS) are not kept in house, there are stored in their warehouse in farking Sg. Buloh

10am
*my car is still waiting for its parts

10.30am
*finally met someone with the same enthusiasm for cars in a service centre

11am
*absober had been changed but now sitting in the bay for a tyre

12pm
*it has been a long time since i had roti canai
*i think i am dyslexic when it comes to reading Malay (Utusan Melayu newspaper at the mamakstall)

1.20pm
*saw my car leaving the service centre, probably for a test drive

1.30pm
*saw my car leave again

1.40pm
*saw my car leave again

1.50pm
*saw my car leave again

2pm
*saw my car leave again

2.02pm
*note to self: not even Ralf Schumacher goes out this many times to test 1 piece Goodyear 15 inch tyres.

2.05pm
*service engineer tells me my car is ready but it'll take until 3pm for it to be washed...'kita bukan saja kena cuci encik punya kereta sahaja...'

2.10pm
*note to self(loud enough for entire service centre to hear): SEVEN HOURS TO CHANGE ONE ABSORBER AND ONE PIECE TYRE, THEN ONE HOUR TO WASH MY CAR? doesn't that sound ridiculous...

the next halfhour
*spent in the managers room, with a chilled box drink of Yeos Soya Bean, telling him how ridiculous it sounds that they needed 7hours to change two of the most easiet changeable parts. had 3 service engineers come up and say you're car will be ready in a couple of minutes.

poor manager, it was his first day taking charge at this branch and he had me to come in this morning but it was nice of him to give me his personal number to call the next time i am coming in. so all the time i spent in Toyota i leave and i realized that the whole time i was there i was really not bothered about anything, cause i was only thinking about her.

i go over to my tint man, put up the 8inch tint above the front windshield, he tells me about his new arrivals. side rear views cover with turn signals, gotta get it next month. i reach home, around 5 and there it was 'Save The Last Dance' playing (God really hates me). time to just sleep...

p.s; Happy Birthday, my Princess...

that'll do pig...

MANCHESTER UNITED 1-0 CHELSEA

i think i should criticize them more often for the way they play, then they'll win more games, eh...

somber season..

i'm the biggest sports nut i know, i watch all kinds of sports but my true passion lies with Formula One and a distant second Man Utd. i've been following them since the days of Sharpe, Hughes, Mclair and Bruce. seeing one the best Formula One seasons ever finish last month, i've got nothing much to look forward to but football. oh yeah though Michael Schumacher and Ferrari had the worst season since 1999 (when he broke a hig in Silverstone) i still thought it was unbelievable the way Alonso took on the giant McLarens and the Iceman. one of the best moves ever in the history of Formula One, Alonso on Schumacher at 130r Suzuka, on the outside, fuck me heaven doors that took balls. okay okay, before i go too far into F1...

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH MANCHESTER UNITED?????!!!!

its not like they lack in quality, serious shit they're packing some mighty mean players, Nistelrooy, Rooney, Ronaldo, Scholes, Ferdinand. i mean just cause a few are out injured shouldn't affect the way the team plays. since the day Giggs and Keane joined Man Utd they've been two of the most influencial players on the pitch, if they are in the zone, there is no stopping the Red Devils.

i used to hate Gary Nevile, cause he made some of the worst mistakes and then yell though it wasn't his fault. but last year he proved why he is Ferguson's number one choice rightback, so now he is injured, but hey there is still quality in the squad, there's O'Shea, i've seen him run circles around Luis Figo before. Alan Silvestre, one hell of leftback he should take over for the injured Heinze, middle i've got no idea what is wrong with Ferdinand, he is fucking up far too many times, he looks more comfortable taking the ball forward from behind, rather than bringing it under his authority when its brought into his yard. Fergie's got his work cut out for him.

MU had one of the most feared midfields in Europe. with Keane and Scholes in total command of central, Beckham and Giggs flawless on the flanks, today, with Keane and Giggs injured, Scholes suspended, Beckham sold (which i still think is United's worst decision ever) clubs like Middlesborough are running thru the middle like hot knife thru butter. we've got Alan Smith, not too shaby but he's got a lot to learn if he's gonna be the holding midfield player. Darren Fletcher? what is he doing out on the filed? he is clueless as to what is the idea of the game? got skills doesn't cut it. i think Veron did a better job than him. but you know seriously, ever since Paul Ince left, Keane did a wonderful job and no one else can seem to fill his shoes, there was Veron, there was Djemba Djemba, there was Luke Chadwick, oh god this is horrible..

upfront is even worst, Ronaldo and Rooney, great penetrating the defence of other teams but they forget that they are flank players, the man upfront is you connection, FOR FUCK SAKES GIVE HIM SERVICE, instead these guys are going for glory without any AFFECT AT ALL. we've got Nistelrooy in the best form he has ever been in years, up front alone without service. Alex Ferguson keeps forgeting, he is not Thiery Henry, he can make the goal happen, not all the time, he is dangerous in the 6 yard box and outside his efforts are futile, so get you flank players to to give him more serivce. and the 4-5-1 formation sucks, go for the 3-5-2, strengthen your defence, and get someone to help out Nistelrooy. Saha is out injured and poor Solkjaer still not recovered yet.

its really getting embarrassing to see Man Utd lose out to clubs like Boro 4-0 and Lille 1-0. the players are really playing as though they are demotivated or something. its like they wanna lose, just putting up a game just for showing up sake, thats not football, least not the Old Trafford way...

so much for Deepavali...

this is really turning out to be a fucked up year for celebrations. at the beginning of the year, Ricardo told me that his birthday is a day after Deepavali, which is really no big deal, cause most of the times its somewhere around the corner from Deepavali and we usually get drunk at my house. then this year my paternal grandma died, so no party. but hey, i thought might as well spend sometime with him today, maybe go for a drink or something..BOOM one of my relatives past away earlier, so now i have to attend a funeral. sorry dude, my relatives are all dying on me, we'll do something tomorrow.

weird, there's been too many funerals on bdays, i remember 2 years ago one of my friends, Khuen's dad dies on my bday. yesterday my aunty tells me my maternal grandma isn't exactly in the best of shape as well, it could just turn there's no Deepavali next year as well,oh yeah the 'death is apart of life' remark comes to mind, but in all due respect, FUCK YOU, GRIM!

Ricardo

Happy 25 dude...

here's to older, fatter and balder

dawn of the Muruku

so last year i partied with Snoop and the dawgs, this year i can't celebrate since grammy past away. so here's wishing everyone a muruku'less Deepavali or Diwali or whatever you wanna call it.

i'm just gonna go curl up in bed tomorrow, anyone wanna see me make an appointment with my bolster.

(p.s; oh i gotta a call from one of the companies i sent resumes out to. so that means my first fear of the resumes not reaching them i cancelled off, now lets check how jinxed i still am)

bottoms up..

its 3 farking o'clock in the morning and i have the urge to get wasted. seriouly wasted, completely wasted, did i mention wasted. i wanna drink till i drop. get up next morning (or late in the afternoon, or the next day) and realize i dropped in the front yard, in a pile beers bottles. smelling like a heineken and with a bump on my head..

damn, the punk kid who had the nerve to do things like that, died a long time ago, actually i killed him and hid his body in my piano.

if you thought the Simpsons was bad.....

so the weekend was just my brother and i, my parent drove up to Penang for family prayers. so i had to cook for my brother and i just realized my brother is THE LAZIEST person in the world, he doesn't do his dishes, probably never done em' ever. i had to wash his plates from saturday till sunday. it was kinda infuriating but it got me thinking as well.

i mean, if i had never left home, i'd be exactly like him and i got a taste of what my mother goes thru with us. she does our laundry, our dishes, cooks for us, cleans up after us, house keeping, God, everything and yet she has the energy to get up everyday and go to work. and she works till 11.30pm. she is Wonder Woman.

but my dad and my brother just have to realize that she can't be Wonder Woman for much longer, and i'm tyring to help in as much as i can but honestly they gotta get their asses up do something. i came back from the UK and the house was in a complete MESS. my room was like a storage room (filled with my brother laundry which he was too lazy to even put it into his closet). i spent almost a month cleaning up the entire house, today i realized that my brothers clothes are still on the sofa downstairs and i've been teling him to take it up to his room for weeks and the thing that annoys me the most is that he keeps giving me this answer; 'Mommy will do it for me...' and when i tell her, she says she will do it for him!!! WTF!!!!

she already washed it for you, folded it, ironed it for you, least you can do is take it up to your FARKING ROOM. i hate to do this to my brother, great guy but he is 27 years old and he depends on my mom to find him his socks and underwear in the mornings?! oh don't get me started on my dad. he has never ironed his work clothes himself, in 30 years my mom has done it all for him and he can actually complain that my mom has no sense of fashion when she sometimes irons a pants that don't really go with the shirt. you want her to iron your clothes, least you can do is pick out the clothes you wanna wear. my dad nor my brother ever say thank you to my mom for all the things she does.

she gets up at 5.30am to prepare breakfast for my dad and brother, when they leave she washes the clothes, dry em, folds them, then leaves for work her self, she comes home at 11.30pm, cooks for my brother and dad, do some housekeeping or something, watches tv till 2 or 3 in the morning, then goes to bed, the routine continues everyday. i mean she doesn't say a word to her son and husband who are abusing their privilege but she yells at me for telling her to go to bed early instead of watching tv. so i've given up on that too. i do what i can, clean up after myself, cook for myself, try, oh god have i tried to keep the house clean but seriously its starting to get to me. i told my mom i'm moving out in a year or two, she kept quiet and walked away in disapproval. i thought if i moved out she'd be less one burden but ofcourse that means my brother and dad get to drain more out of her. i have a great family, whom i love and cherish very much but sometimes i just wanna tie them down and smack the shit out of them! my dad is 60 and can't even make his coffee in the mornings. every sunday is my mom's day off, she gets one day to rest and he gets up at 8am and wakes her up for BREAKFAST!!! and if she gets up grumpy, there goes the sunday, the whole day the both of them will be throwing tantrums at each other.

i think the year away from home has taken the idiot out of me, i don't wanna live like this any longer, i don't wanna ask my mom to make me milo anymore (though its the best damn milo in 13 states). i don't wanna ask her to do anything for me, though no one can do it like she does it. i blame her for the way my brother and dad turned out, she's 'baby'fied both of them and now they don't wanna grow up and she's not doing anything about it either. i tried telling my family that this can't go on any longer and no one listens to me, so i've given up telling them, i'm walking out as soon as possible, cause this is wrong and i don't wanna be apart of it. sometimes i feel i should have stayed in the UK. the grass is always greener on the other side.

anyways...

someone asked me how come i don't update my blog as frequently as i used to, i told her i have nothing much going on in my life and besides, i started a scrap book about a month ago, you know, personal thoughts, scribbling, bitching that sort of stuff, i got thru one book last week so i started another this week. i didn't know what to do with the old one, so i burnt it today. i'm getting weirder by the hour, fat as well. i better hope i get a job soon. i sent out 50 resumes last week alone, and i counted how many i've sent in this past 2 months, a total of (drum roll please); 139, and still no farking replies. i'm jinxed with job hunts, always have been! wanna go back to the UK and meet up with my best friend Hoover 1500?! GOOOOOOOOOOOODDDD.....

Little By Little

been awhile...

so whats been going on, besides getting fat and extremely lazy, i guess its same ol same ol. hey have any of you watched the movie 'The Longest Yard'. it is whacked out funny man. i watched the 70's version of it when i was in the UK, starring Burt Reynolds and i thought that was funny.

its weird how everyone i talked to, not many people have watched the original version of the movies that comes out, like 'The Italian Job' starring Michael Caine, how many of you out there have watched it? or the original 'Ocean's Eleven' with Sinatra, Dean Martin and Samy Davies Jr.? and i bet NO ONE even knew 'Gone in 60 Seconds' was a remake? well anyways here is what i think, if you get to watch the original version, you get a better understanding of where the film was coming from, the deeper message, then you get to see where the remade version wants to take it and ofcourse you get too see how the old school actors did it, especially the role of the villain. oh well thats what a movie buff thinks anyways...

go listen to this song;

Little By Little
By Oasis

We the people fight for our existence
We don’t claim to be perfect but we’re free
We dream our dreams alone with no resistance
Faded like the stars we wish to be

Y’know I didn’t mean… what I just said
But my God woke up on the wrong side of His bed
And it just don’t matter now

Little by little we gave you everything you ever dreamed of
As little by little the wheels of your life have slowly fallen off
Little by little you have to live it all in all your life
And all the time I just ask myself why are you really here?

True perfection has to be imperfect
I know that that sounds foolish but it’s true
The day has come and now you’ll have to accept
The life inside your head we gave to you

later...

Toyota Vios - For Sale

Toyota VIOS 1.5 G SPECS (A) 2004
price RM7x,xxx



one owner, low mileage (19,000), all original parts, execellent condition, well maintained engine, exhaust pipe finishing added, accident free, NHV protection (noise, heat and vibration) full car installation, fully tinted, window visor added.





Drivers point of view; excellent car for city drive, not too big but commodious for 5. good fuel consumption and efficient VVTi engine. nice for long distance drives as well. it is no collector's item but Toyota has certainly come up with the goods, value for money.

a test drive can be arranged. those interested or know of anyone interested, can contact me by email of give me a ring +60192320274.

Toyota Frenzy...

i was having a nice cold Milo outside my house at around 3am when this 1992 Toyota Corolla strolls slowly into my lane and goes into reverse back out. i was not bothered, probably some guy made a wrong turn, right, but just 15 minutes later another Toyota Altis comes strolling into my lane and this guy goes all the way to the end, makes a turn and goes out. two Toyotas in the spring of 15 minutes making wrong turns? then i look around and there were Toyotas all around me;


an Altis, parked inside my neighbours house..


outside my house, another two Toyotas, a Vios and a Camry


looking past my dad's car inside another one of my neighbours house, there was another Camry and also a Vios (this Vios a bit funny, no number plates!).

i decided to take a walk around my neighbourhood, just in my lane, two doors down to my right there was another Vios and Unser, to my left there was a Prado Cruiser and another Vios. my neighbourhood could be the 'Toyota Neighbourhood'. can you imagine, one day, everyone drives a Toyota?! like in Demolition Man where everyone eats only at Taco Bell.

oookay, i seriously need more things to do....

greatest childhood...

remember there was one kid in school every other kid hated, cause he had all the cool gadgets. i think i was that kid. for the past two weeks i've been cleaning my house, most of the things that i've been throwing away were my dad's junk until monday, when i opened my closet, and boy do i have junk too. well not exactly junk, considering how many sweet memories (and bitter ones too) they brought back...


i found my StarCom toy collection, this kinda pissed me off cause half the set is missing. last i saw one of these were at one of my cousin's place, BROKEN..i am missing my StarMax Bomber my favorite toy of all time.




i found my Formula One pencil case i used when i was in primary school, argh argh argh (my Tim The Toolman grunt), this was the coolest pencil case ever, i rememeber getting into a fight because of this thing. this kid wasnted to play with it and i was the snobbish kid who wouldn't let him play with it, so he thought he could bully me into giving up but i kinda threw the first punch (such a rowdy). i am still trying to remember the kids name (i bet we were never friends =P)...?


speaking of Formula One, i found this electronic thingy...one of my favorite things when i was a kid. it made so much freaking noise, like there was actually a race going on next door. my mom would scream at me when i start playing with this contraption. now you know why i love Formula One So much huh...


i found a box of sea shells that i collected in 1987 when i was at Teluk Cempedak, Kuantan. freaking 1987!!! we went there for Christmas, the whole family. weird how my family used to do a lot of vacations together, well not anymore...well i kinda kept this one and threw the rest.


as a kid i had weird hobbies, one of them was collecting my parents expired credit cards. don't ask why...


do kids today even know what this is? i used to have sooo much fun with this Frisbee at beaches.


i found my pocket chess set, which i used to carry to school everyday, good times, i was known as the 3 move death king, don't pray pray ahh...


i even found toys i used to play with as a toddler, more good times..


my 1994 championship winning Tamiya, if you're wondering which car won it, its the one on the far left, called Liberty Emperor. suped up with aeroplane fuel, i wish..


told you i had weird hobbies, i collected badges too, theres one popeye, Visit Malaysia 1990, Joey Macintyre from New Kids On The Block, David Copperfield, and does anyone remember Pepsi looking like that?!


and i did flower pressing too, geeky, but i loved it. somebody up there must really hate me, cause i found a pressed WHITE daisy in it. kill me now, kill me now!!!


also in the closet, i found the forgotten stash...

also found stored deep up in my closet was a box filled with my G.I. Joe action figures, huge containers of Lego, a banner stretching 15metres long, saying 'Schumi Rox Sepang' and a shoe box, filled with porn, owner please come and collect it A.S.A.P. (you know who you are)

damn, i really am like Tim The Toolman, today i painted the lawn chair, i ran out of wood lacquer so i painted the whole thing black, heahehaehee. i set up a nice table and chairs outside my house my house, looks like StarBucks now. so guys come on over to my house, we can go thru the forgotten stash and talk about the good old days. oh yeah Ric, this is why i didn't come out today, hehahehae, turned it on you instead, but seriously that; 'i come see you once is like seeing you so many times' was no doubt the biggest load of crap i've ever heard!

later...

brooms, bedsheets and my bowels

a freaky story...

so last week my friend Nirpal, poor fellow was involved in an accident around 10pm sunday. the dude was rear ended by a drunk woman. she rammed into him at such speeds his car took flight and hit the car infront, causing him to be sandwiched. he was stuck in his car, cause the doors got jammed and the by standers had to help him out of his car by yanking the door loose. poor fellow had a few bruises but nothing broken just his ego. this is the second time he has been rear ended like this since he got his car, dude i don't know if its cause you're a Punjabi everybody seems to bang your backside, heahaheahe.

not over yet...

so then after he settled everything here the dude headed back to Melacca almost around 1am. reaching Melacca on the highway, pitch black and raining. the dude suddenly sees this motorcylce dude cut across him, avoiding him he steers onto the slow lane, where there is a body lying in the middle of the road, avoiding the body the swerves again, this time another car was avoiding him, he avoids the car, engine stalls. another car nearly rear ends him again, on the same day! weird how the students in Melacca are all ending up in road accidents. dey, Singh be carefull man.

you know besides me cleaning my house, (which i am really liking) sleeping and the on and off Diarrhea i'm suffering, i dunno which i like best, dozing off on my porcelain throne or on the sofa tired from cleaning. i think today i am constipated instead.

Bangsar Pasar Malam..

Ric : soo! hows life?
Me : SUCKS
Ric : why? no job?
Me : yeah that too, and my best friend always FFK me...
Ric : hey..where got (apek voice)

after 3 times of saying 'eh, wanna go out?' i finally get to see his sorry excuse of an ass. i think this is like what, the third time i'm seeing him ever since i got back from the UK. bastard always ask me to drive up to 1U to see him not once driven down to see me! hey, you still have to make it up to me for blowing me off two weekends back!

Party at the Pearl - Part II

happy birthday cuz...

this time around it was a 21st birthday, my cousins and it it was one i couldn't miss. so my brother and i drove down for the weekend, tried to sink the island with Sambuca and Jameson at arms. can't imagine this guy is 21, seems like yesterday he was just form one, and i thought him how smoke for the very first time. walking into StarHill like we owned it, cigi in mouth.


i dunno about you but the traditional 'happy 21' on the cake seemed a little lame so when they sent me to get the cake, i had to rub some of my talents into it. the worst part was when my grandmother asked whats written on the cake. i turned to my aunty and said, i think you can explain this the best...

after blowing out the candles we hit SegaFredos again, partied till it was closing time, some of his friends came over, his lecturer and principal were there too. weird how the principal, Johnson and i managed to have a decent conversation about the good oldschool music; Bryan Adams, Sting and the Police, Bob Dylan. damn i'm old.


ofcourse then i met one of Balan's classmates, the last time i met this guy was during their orientation night about 2 years ago, he was the host that night. god is this guy loud. i am starting to think he swallowed a mic as a child. either that or his parents dropped him on his head, hard. no heart feelings bro, you cool. so long as you keep that hat on, BELIEVE...


they say a picture paints a thousand words and this one supposedly spells 'World Class Education' of Olympia College, which after hanging out with these guys, i seriously doubt it. when you have your college Principle crossing his fingers about getting you a scholarship, you know you're not world class.


then again, Mr. Sidney thought they were talking about him, sure they were Sir, sure they were...

me and my bro George came home on Tuesday, couse i had food poisoning. well i'm still suffering from it. damn i look like a burnt out Vespa and smell like a fish tank. so much for eating all those good Penang food. the best was my aunty's ginger mutton, god i could have just gone all day with just that dish, as i'm typing now, i am salivating, damn!

well, now i gotta run back in to the toilet, later...