A little bit of giving back...

Just what this country needs right about now...

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

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

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

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

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



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



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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

and lastly

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

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

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

Twenty Ten

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

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

Revival...

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

I dunno....

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

I dunno....

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

I dunno....

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

Evolution gone bad....

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

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

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

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

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


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

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


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

Welcome back!!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

...Dum dee dum!

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

Hey bloggie, did you know I quit my job?

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

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

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

My Thursday matinee moments...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jumping jackholes in Gary's boots.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Is my two front teeth...

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

To rubber or not to rubber...

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

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

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

I think I should start writing for sitcoms!

The points don't matter anymore...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I need to vent...

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

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

Stuck with you since...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She acts like summer and walks like rain...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Soar to the skies...

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

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

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

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

Pushing further where no man has pushed before...

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

Nicotine never tasted this good!

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

WOULD IT? WOULD IT EVER?!

Fuyyoooo

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

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

...

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

The TI Karaoke Craze

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

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

Garfield

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

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

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

The MAKE-Test Dinners

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

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

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

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

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






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

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

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

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

Sit Bubu, sit...

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

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

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

Do i need a shorter leash?

TytnII

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



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

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

HTC better be paying me for saying this.

GAB

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

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

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

The Malaysian GP

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




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

Busted...

A message from my big boss

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

Best Regards,
xxxxxxx

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

VRRRROOOOOOOMMMM..... (part 2)

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

Singapore GP in September.

VRRRROOOOOOOMMMM.....

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

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

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

My March 17th resolution:

To blog more, like I used to...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

okay back to Facebook'ing....

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

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

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

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

Draft No.3 - No Title
(nothing writen)

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

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

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

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

I'm back

where do i start...(let's start with good news first)

so finally, my best friends marriage has come and gone. man can't believe it (to a certain extend la). the whole event was a blast. i got completely wasted on both days. what an event. the most funny thing about both days was that, Ric and Shenn had asked me to show them my 'bestman' speech before hand. me, being me, didn't and winged it on both days. and everytime i went up for the bestman's speech they both of them had this 'please don't say anything bad' look on their faces. MUAHAHAHAHAHA....

(damn sudden;y got nothing to say already)

later...

*sniff snifff

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

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

so it has finally happened...

3 months is not that bad of a run eh? i mean we all knew eventually i was gonna push it. me being the guy, who's always gonna look for that extra gear in everything, see how far it'll go before it breaks. sometimes i ask myself what is it i want out of everything? i rarely get an answer. then again, should i?

i've always had a very rational sense towards a lot of things. i see things in ways not many can. the phrase "walk a mile in his shoes" kinda sums how i react to things. but i guess me trying to get others to walk a mile in my shoes is almost close to impossible. see things the way i do, listen to things the way i do...in all aspects, to be me. indeed i'm somewhat of a dictator trying to turn people into zombies of myself. i should let them react in ways they want to and behave in manner they ought to. i mean or else, how else are they to be identified as individuals.

okay okay...

i guess, what i'm really trying to say is (here goes); I'm sorry

HINDRAF???

i live in a country where, the fact that i was born in this country is not good enough, i am still a second class citizen. i live in a country where i will always be ignored, always be labeled a monority and always be deprived of my rights.

what do i do about it? do i fight it or do i just go about my live...?

aiirrrghh...walk ta plank, matey!!!

have you ever been in a situation at work, when another department is causing you some losses and you are suffering for it? what do you do? well see i'm always trying to be 'Mr. Nice Guy'. and especially being new, it's not gonna help me if i go guns blazzing into another managers room, giving them instructions.

in my situation i thought it'd be more suitable for my boss to speak to them. you know, i'd be more political about the whole issue; let the elephants clash. so me being a happy smurf 'la la lalala laaa' wen't took some data, then dropped a mail to my boss. so at the end of the mail i said;

'Please help address this issue'

the outcome was so not what i expected, this is what my boss replied to me;

'The statement “Please help address this issue” sounds like you’re giving your boss an action item'

alamak. kena shot down by my own Captain. man over board!!!! well who knows, maybe he had the best intentions in mind, you know, trying to teach me to be more ruthless and approach the other department myself or you know maybe he's telling me, you're no longer 'the new guy', so stop coming crying to me with everything. so i says to him;

'Ooppps…no offence intended. Just thought it’d be more affective if you told her instead of me, ‘the new guy’

then he gives me the answer of the century laaaaa;

'Start getting to know her. She’s cute!!'

i'm starting to think i'm gonna like working here...

Rise of the "Anonymous I"

so 1 Anonymous I, finally had the cheeks to say something (no Tiru, i'm not talking about you [you're a fake Anonymous I]). even though 'her' comments were not directly directed to me. still a comment is still a comment;

Anonymmous I: 'We've lost 1 to the chinese...'
Hendrix: 'not the chinese, women in general, we want those who appreciate us, nothing to do with the color of their skin'

maybe she had someone in mind for me? how else can one woman define a lost if it had nothing to with her. screw color of the skin, women are a whole lot fickle when it comes to losing out to another of their own kind, regardless of shape, size, colors or even measurements for that matter. one woman will not regret the loss of a man, if she herself did not want him for some purposes or rather something along those lines. it's utter bullshit or pretentious of her if she felt the lost for others. (now men on the other hand, if he mourns the lost of a woman he never had to another guy, he just wanted her Punani, period!)

Gimme (More) - Britney Spears

i have a confesion to make; everytime i hear this song, my hip starts shaking, my feet starts tapping and my head starts nodding (admit it..you guys do it too!!). well you have to say, Britney will a lil access flesh on her, still got it.

Man's Greatest Checklist

The most destructive habit....................... Worry
The greatest Joy............................... Giving
The greatest loss.......... ...... Loss of self-respect
The most satisfying work......... ...... Helping others
The ugliest personality trait............. Selfishness
The most endangered species..... .... Dedicated leaders
Our greatest natural resource........ ....... Our youth
The greatest “shot in the arm"........ .. Encouragement
The greatest problem to overcome........ ......... Fear
The most effective sleeping pill......... Peace of mind
The most crippling failure disease..... ....... Excuses
The most powerful force in life........ .......... Love
The most dangerous pariah................... A gossiper
The world's most incredible computer......... The brain
The worst thing to be without..... ......... ..... Hope
The deadliest weapon........................ The tongue
The two most power filled words................ "I Can"
The greatest asset....... ......... ......... ... Faith
The most worthless emotion..... ......... .. Self- pity
The most beautiful attire....................... SMILE!
The most prized possession......... ......... Integrity
The most powerful channel of communication. .... Prayer
The most contagious spirit......... ........ Enthusiasm
The most important thing in life.......... Almighty GOD

God vs Women

A man walking along a Californian beach was deep in prayer. All of a sudden, he shouted out loud;

"Lord, grant me one wish."

The sky clouded above his head and in a booming voice, the Lord said:

"Because you have tried to be faithful to me in all ways, I will grant you one wish."

He said:

"Build a bridge to Hawaii so I can drive over anytime I want."

The Lord said:

"Your request is very materialistic. Think of the enormous challenges for that kind of undertaking. The supports required to reach the bottom of the Pacific! The concrete and steel it would take! I can do it, but it is hard for me to justify your desire for worldly things. Take a little more time and think of another wish, a wish you think would honor and glorify me."

He thought about it for a long time. Finally he said:

"Lord, I wish that I could understand women. I want to know how they feel inside, what they are thinking when they give the silent treatment, why they cry, what they mean when they say 'nothing', and how I can make a woman truly happy."

The Lord replied:

"You want two lanes or four lanes on that bridge?"

my currency can

finding your place in an organization is a very critical stage, especially when you're starting out new in a place. i remember my first job in Melacca, it was crazy when they didn't know how to utiliza me and i was practically ignored my entire stay there. to be honest that was my reason to move.

here i am finally close to home, not much to spend on expenses, a nice fat salary at the end of the day (not that i am settling just for this) i find myself back to square one. where is my place in Texas Instruments? i was handling operations, then i was not, then i was then i wasn't. okay, i can understand i'm new and i can easily fit into any corner your put me in. and one thing it's interesting, i'm meeting a whole bunch of people and expanding my network in the organization. best of all, i can deny everything tomorrow cause i'm not permenantly handling some project, MUAHAHAHAHA (smart also).

let's review. it's been 2 and half months now in TI, i've been chased out of a meeting, i've called an unacceptable and i've been screw a couple of times. well overall it's not to bad. i see prospects, i see growth. next what i wanna see is investment. i badly need training man. i can honestly say i am struggling because of lack of training. the whole gung-ho learn yourself, 'we'll dump you in the ocean and you swim' method is not working for me. TRAIN ME, I'M WILLING TO LEARN.......

My 3 Wives

Pinky was a real woman. remember what Ludacris says; 'You wanna woman on the streets but a freak in the bed', that she was. she took it deep, she took it hard. she never complaint; i was hard on her and she never said she didn't wanna do it that way or this way yet when it was done, she got up and stood there like the perfect dame she was. i remember when first got her her Momo boots, me and her took a walk down Bangsar Telawi street. Man, the stares she and i got that night. she was a hot piece of ass. from her name you'd think she was this bimbo blonde but oh in reality she was elegant and had panache like the first lady daytime talk show. i miss her. i miss they was she saddled me into herself and allowed me to take her to her highest revs and rev, oh her revs. her sweet moans of pleasure and they way she nodded in agreement for more and more. faster and faster, deeper and deeper...GIVE IT TO ME BABY!

(damn...)

years later when i met Vicky, i quite never got over Pinky or they way she made me feel. but i was loyal to Vicky. she tried hard to do everything i wanted. she was no freak in the bed but you had to give it to her for trying. one thing though, Vicky had the ass of a million dollars. she was not demanding, she never once asked for something. Pinky did, she wanted something, boy she'll let you know in ways you'd regret not getting it for her before she said something. Vicky was quiet, homely and every ready to serve, unlike Pinky who demanded foreplay upfront.
Vicky has left for bigger and better things, i should have treated her better, i should have told her how i felt when i had the chance but it's too late now.

i've met someone new, Salma. i can't say much about Salma, we've only known each other for less than two weeks now. one thing i can say is i can feel her hunger for me to rev her up. she's a seductress and it's taking me all i can to restrain myself from pumping her with a full head of steam. Salma doesn't really have that million dollar ass like Vicky or the overall Duchess'ness of Pinky. one thing i can say about Salma; she looks hot in black!

The G-Spot

The Gräfenberg spot (or G-spot), is a small area in women behind the pubic bone surrounding the urethra and accessible through the anterior wall of the vagina. It is putatively an erogenous zone that when stimulated leads to high levels of sexual arousal and powerful orgasms. There is a great deal of dispute about the reality of the G-spot in the scientific community. Most of the strong support for the claim comes from books aimed at a popular audience. The term "G-spot" was coined by Addiego et al. in 1981. It is named after the German gynaecologist Ernst Gräfenberg who is claimed to have first hypothesized the existence of such an area in 1950. The G-spot didn't enter public consciousness until a year later with the publication of the book “The G Spot and Other Recent Discoveries About Human Sexuality”. Shortly after the publication of Ladas' book many professional gynaecologists publicly criticized its scholarship and accuracy.

The purported location of the G-spot has changed over time. Two primary methods have been used to attempt to locate it. The first is based on self-reported levels of arousal during stimulation and the second based on the claim that stimulation of the G-spot leads to female ejaculation. One of the studies using self-reported levels of arousal was a case study with a single woman who claimed the experience of a “deeper” orgasm when her G-spot was stimulated. In the published study it was reported that stimulation of the anterior vaginal wall made the area grow by fifty percent. Another study examined eleven women in an attempt to locate the spot under laboratory conditions. Researchers attempted to find the G-spot by “palpating the entire vagina in a clockwise fashion”. Using this technique the researchers reported discovering that four of the women had highly sensitive areas on the anterior vaginal wall.

Immediately after publication of Ladas et. al's book professional gynaecologists were skeptical of the reality of the G-spot. In a 1983 Time Magazine article about the G-spot and recent book, Dr. J. Jones Stewart, a gynaecologist was quoted as saying all evidence pointed to the fact that there was no G-spot. Specifically he pointed out that women that had the area (that supposedly contained the G-spot) surgically removed, reported no loss of sensation.

Despite professional and scientific criticism and skepticism the concept of a G-spot was met with wide-spread acceptance in the public. One study reports that 84 percent of women believe that there is a “highly sensitive area” in the vagina. Most popular books on sexuality discuss the G-spot as a reality.

However, to date, all attempts of scientific or empirical investigation into the reality of the G-spot have turned up nothing or highly questionable results. Tests that examined the innervation of the vaginal wall show that there is no area that has an increased number of nerve endings. A recent study investigating 110 biopsy specimens from 21 women concluded the absence of vaginal location with increased nerve density. Proponents are also criticized for putting too much reliance on anecdotal evidence. The few studies that have tried to locate it using more precise means have mostly turned up no results. The few that have returned positive evidence are criticized for using small sample sizes and questionable methods.

This community service message was brought to you by DeadMan Walking 'A believer and founder of a G-spot'...

Selamat malam, Encik...boleh tolong buka booth?

seeing how last night was Ric's birthday, we all went out just to grab a couple of beers and a bite. afterward on our way back, there was a road block and the coppers told me to pull to the side. being me i thought he was waving me to go thru and i did. then realized no, he was asking me to stop. dude, tells me to open my trunk, so i do. then tell me go get down and i do as well. as i walk to the rear of my car, he tells me;

Copper: Wah booth ini lebih besar dari yang lama ahhh?
Me: yeah
Copper: baru angkat ke?
Me: yeah
Copper: berapa ah sekarang?
Me: XX,XXX
Copper: bagus ah ini kereta, mesti la, Toyota kannn....
Me: yeah

also dumbfound in the car were Ric. Shenn, Ash and Michelle. whom all had to show the other copper their IC (whom didn't ask to see mine, nor my driving license). funny thing is i had not sticked my Roadtax on my windscreen and the coppers could have booked me for that but instead they were more interested in the new Vios!!!!

B-Balling Canine

Baby: Hey you....you looking at me?!!!


Baby: I smell Rubber....orange, round play thingy rubber!!!


Baby: ORANGE ROUND PLAY THINGY RUBBER!!!! 'BARK BARK'


Baby: I gotcha...you're not getting away from me!!!


Baby: Watch me dribble, past you lawn chair!!!


Baby: I'm the queen of the court!!!


Baby: She passes one, she passes two. She shoots, she scoorrrreesss!!!


Baby: Hey Orange Round Play Thingy, are you dead...how come you no bouncy no more?


Baby: I'm tired, i killed the dangerous Orange Round Play thingy....


Baby: ehhh, what's that?


Baby: What happened to the Silver Take Me Places Thingy?


Baby: Black Take Me Places Thingy smells weird!


Baby: Nevermind, i approve...oh chauffeur, take me to the lake, I'd like to go swimming today!!!


funny thing happened to me last night concerning my car, tell ya later. now go play with Baby!!!

Crusade of the Anonymous Cs'

Anonymous C : "i saw in ur frenster, u dating an Indian? "
M: yes i am.
Anonymous C : "y ah? Indian woh.... ur parents don mind"
M: No, they don't. Im crazy about him and so is he.
Anonymous C : "ooo,...where did u all meet? "
M: he's an ex-Flexian
Anonymous C : "then, when u two want to marry how ah? culture difference? "
M: ALAMAK! I've told u enough. Don't intrude my privacy!

why is it i never get harassed? where are all the rude intrusion by my peeps, The Anonymous Is'. why have they not taken up the cause of crusading against me? have the Anonymous Is' had a paradigm shift? have they truly accepted the movements of the revolution? or are the afraid that this Indian doesn't take nonsense as an excuse for small talk? maybe i am too much of a celebrity, heaheahehae!! until next time, stay tune, same Anonymous C time, same Anonymous C channel. be good!

(ps. all those Anonymous Is' reading: DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT!)

Talks between the Pink Perianth...

all men (who have 2 cents for a brain) knows women go gaga over flowers. with the power of knowledge over such a fact, comes great responsibility; you've gotta ask yourself a few questions before getting her flowers. for instance;

1. the million dollar question: Whats her favorite flowers?

2. the hundred thousand dollar question: How much do you spend on it?
(too expensive, she's gonna think you're showing off or trying to buy her attention, too cheap she gonna think, (yup you guessed it); you're cheap)

3. the ten thousand dollar question: When do you give it to her?
(when you've done something wrong; gives her the impression you assume you can get outta trouble just by buying her flowers. random acts occasionally is sweet, do it too often, she's gonna get freaked out, or think you're dating a florist on the side)

4. the thousand dollar question: What do you say, when you give a woman flowers?
(a. My, love....these here flowers do not do justice to the beauty that has captivated my heart from the day i met you.... [to cheesy]. b. *just slide it over to her and give a cheeky smile [weirdo]. c. *in a cool way just hand it to her and say 'ohh, something i picked out, while changing my engine oil in on my Chevy big block' [bleeeehhhhh]. d. gotta figure this one out carefully, just mumble something when she's all awed by the flowers)

5. the ten dollar question: What does she do with the flowers?
(if she takes it and immediately puts it in water, she's just overly concern for flowers. she throws it aside and goes gaga over you, she's just amazed at the fact you actually bought her flowers. if she's just doesn't say anything but smiling a lot and turning pink in certain areas, DUDE, YOU'RE GETTING LUCKY TONIGHT!!!)

finally.

6. the one dollar question: What do you do after you've given her flowers?
(this i'll leave for you to stumble, fall, break your necks once or twice and learn for yourselves [i could be pretending to know the answer or just genuinely broken my neck more than once].)

Flower Boy, saying Adios....

Such A Night - Elvis Presley

anyone watched the movie '3000 Miles from Graceland'? well those who did will remember this part at the end of the movie. althought the King was never really popularly known for this song, it's one of my favs.

Hello S-Type

eventually you knew this was coming...

buh bye to my (it was a really good car though) auntified Vios. now say hello to my suped-up Auntified Vios. (alamak, is this even worst than i think it is?)

when am i gonna get my hands back again on a 2.0litre, big bang engine that just roars with power at the tap of the accelerator, when, whennnnnnnnnnn???

Life Guards Bathroom Break

whats been up ya'll...

i'm back into the graveyard shift again, work sucks but i can't complain. how do you tell yourself every morning to do better today? how do you look yourself in the mirror and say, i'm going to be productive, pro-active, pro-whatever else there is...how? i do it all and at the end of the day i feel inadequate, i feel like there was something more i could have done, like i'm slacking in a few places...well enough of work.

my no BKT for a month came to an end last weekend. meet up with Ric and Shenn for lunch (with Michelle). whenever the brady bunch met up, it' always end up in conversations about auditing, cause these guys are mosty auditors or ex-auditors. seeing how Michelle is not and auditor i thought the auditing conversations would reduce, turns out, now they're talking about chinese dramas..alamakkkkkkkk!!! (tall, volouptous, big boobed indian girl [non auditor], where are you?) heahehae.....

we had our moment of truth, once again..it's all about testing me. the tests keep on pilling on me, and why i ask. in reference to my last post as well. why is it that we're often tested (especially me). i hate to be tested and yet i myself always test everything, muahahahaha...human nature i guess.

Buh Bye...Vios

Life will...

...always find a way to fuck you over, no matter who you are, what you did, when you did it, where you are and how you got there; FACTS of life!

Long long ago, in ancient times (when sms's cost 7cents and not 6cents)...

i was seeing woman A, things were good but somehow things became complicated and pretty fucked up when we discovered she still had feelings for her ex. i somehow found it in me to tell her to go back to him if she felt that strongly about him...strangely enough woman A did. but we still hung out a lot..and i mean a lot. then one thing led to another woman A started to fall for me AND have feeling for her ex.

me being typically me told myself i should stop seeing woman A, for obvious reasons, so i started dating woman B. during this period woman A was going thru a lot of stuff in her life..so me being me (always thinking i'm doing the right thing but not necessarily the best thing) decided not to tell her i had started seeing someone else. then finally i did tell her (can't remember how exactly)...

(damn it's complicating..even i'm losing the plot)...

now along the way, before i went out with woman B, i did talk to woman A (she left the country on a vacation and it gave me sometime to think about stuff) and i told her i'd still like to give us a chance but she said no. and she said she was not gonna see either me or her ex. then months later she told me (after i sproached her again with my ingenius idea) she was back together with her ex. so i persued woman B and what a disaster did that turned out.

woman B was a raving phsycopath. she would do things that would give you nightmares. (no doubt she was tall, volupteous and bloody stacked) but none the less the was two clicks away from the wacko land. somehow me seeing woman B infuriated woman A...it appealed to her as though i was cheating on her!! i know i know....

woman A and i got into a few chats and one thing led to another, she ended up telling me how she felt and to my suprise how she felt about me. just to recap, when i wanted her she didn't, when she wanted me i was with someone else. so things with woman B seriously took a slump. Madam 'half boiled egg' drove me insane and i walked out on the relationship (if you'd call it that). so me the idiot approached woman A again...to the FUCK hell SHIT, she tells me she's back with her ex again.....BLEHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

this was a time i had to just walk away from everything...just than woman B approaches me and says, she wasn't serious the last time and now wants to give another chance and she truly wants to try...i put my foot down and said no.

(fast forward back to 6cents sms')

i'm now attached. happily too...very happily attached (should i stress this again). yes, very very happily attached, to a wonderful person (brownie points i hope)...and i come to know on the same day...woman A is not seeing her ex and is gonna be forced into marriage, arranged and woman B met someone, arranged and is getting married...

anyone wanna have Bah Ku Teh for breakfast, i'm on a one month no BKT oath. maybe it's cause of all the no pork this is all happening. I NEED PORK!! I NEED PORK!!! I NEED PORK!! I NEED PORK!!! I NEED PORK!! I NEED PORK!!! I NEED PORK!! I NEED PORK!!! I NEED PORK!! I NEED PORK!!! I NEED PORK!! I NEED PORK!!! I NEED PORK!! I NEED PORK!!!

(throw a little beef into it along the way too....)

does Santa need another helper?

i was thinking.....(on a long shot laaaaa) this whole Manufacturing Industry thingy, maybe...just maybe...it's not my thing. everyday is a war zone and i'm not really comfortable with people calling me at home on my off days asking about work.

i'm curled up with Shell, and suddenly i gotta talk about work and try and solve something, send people msg's and get them to go look at it, kinda sickening. i know it takes a different breed of people to be in this industry but seriously, maybe i'm not cut-out for it?

i know i can do a lot of thing...i know that much i am capable but hey, does that mean i gotta start all over from scratch, aiyaaaaa!!! i wanna do something creative, like building models or coming up with new toys, now that is awesome. i know what's my dream job...Resort Manager to a get-away resort on a tropical island...(with a warp speed train to bring me back to technology whenever i want!). an island where only tall, voluptous and stacked women come to sunbath and they always demand the resort manager to oil them up on the sand...

okay okay...enough dreaming. time to go check on my line

on the graveyard

"i'm too old for this shit"

remember that phrase? well i do (MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA). so to speak i'm finally living my dreams of the living prince of darkness. i love working on the night shift. when i'm off to work, i've got 'when the night....has come' playing in my head.

just too bad they don't have a really good vending machine in my company. one that sells sneaker and kit kats (damn i miss my uni days). you know what i miss the most are the sandwiches, ohhhhh, they are seriously 'to kill your aunty's ex-boyfriend for' delicious. and i'm talking about the ones that are all ready made and packed, not the fresh ones like you get in SubWay or something like that....grab one in the morning, then sneakers for lunch then chips and gravy for pre dinner...then the fun part of making my own dinner. well back to my bitching; i so wish they sold sandwiches like that here!!!

anyways, the only downside to being on shift is i'm missing my weekends with Michelle....(and my Champions League matches [duhhh...{had to go write that down}])

the first...

the first fight
the first fart between the both of you
the first kiss
the first moment of awkwardness
the first moment of silence
the first time your hands touch
the first time you accidentally touch at all
the first disapproval
the first sign of separation
the first naughty thoughts
the first quicksand moment
the first edgy conversation
the first scene of skin
the first blush
the first date
the first sexy proposal
the first embarrassing moment
the first announcement
the first sign he/she is trying
the first sign he/she is pretending
the first attempt
the first sweat between the two of you
the first uncomfortable moment
the first meetings of the opposites
the first sign of childishness
the first indiscretion for either one
the first sorry
the first 'i love you'
the first 'ohh i wanna tap that *ss'
the first 'you hang up first'
the first 'your needs more important than mine izzit?'
the first 'ARE YOU INSANE!!!'
the first 'wanna fool around'
the first time he opened the doors for her
the first walk on the beach/park/whatever
the first 'darling, how do you know?'
the first 'i read it somewhere'
the first 'i gotta get out of here...'
the first AUCHHH...
the first chicken soup moment
the first wanna go together
the first 'i am not used to this'
the first 'lets do something crazy!'
the first he bang/she bang story
the first 'about my ex.....'
the first 'you are way outta line there....'
the first motherly/fatherly touch
the first flower
the first 'you jump, i jump' movie
the first Cornetto together
the first Cornetto apart...

and it goes on and on until the first comes no more

Alcoholics Anonymous

at first glance, we'll be thinking;
'A Guinness man...'

then after a second look;
'wow... he's got a empty beer mug infront of him and now he's going for Guinness'



after a third glance;
'what is he doing mixing Guiness with a glass of milk for?'

then after a fourth and final analysis;
'now i get it....what's white like milk and goes well with Guinness, sold at seafood restaurants?'

and for those who were not there and do not know the good looking dude in the picture, they'd think;
'bloody indian, only know how to drink!!!'

center stage

will the stares stop? will they accept us for who we are? won't they just let us be?

i've often considered myself a controversial person. i know the things i do often offend people and the things i say cannot the accepted by the masses. it takes a special mind to understand where i am coming from and why i say or do the things i do....

but staring at me (at us) in public, is down right rude of the community. and i thought Malaysia has surpassed this sort of things?

Caffeine never felt this good....

what's been up, y'all...

i've been a bad blogger these days...i need to talk to my bloggie more often.

so lets see whats been up in my world of constant bickering. work is kinda getting edgy, the expectation and demands over me have pilled the pressure on. to be honest i was warned that this is how they run things. the don't take kindly to slackers and they live by the motto 'It's all about results'. so i came prepared for the ass whooping i'm getting on a daily basis. the poeple at work have been really awesome. though sometimes they're just to busy themselves to be nurturing me under their wings, i can live with that, i guess...

what else,

something major in this asshole's live; he found someone. yes yes...i've started dating again. see the story of how we met is really interesting. sounds more like a movie or sorta. so apparently she and i had joined my last company at the same time. we were in our induction together but we didn't notice each other. then we had trainings together (two to be exact) but still we had not noticed each other. then towards the end of my stay we were in the same project together and only now we had come to know who we were but still only on a name sake basis. she was in the test team and he was in the process team. eventually the time had come for me to leave the company and move on. (being typically me) i sent out my farewell email. she liked what i had written and she replied, also adding me on her IM.

so after leaving the job and she and i quite constantly kept in-touch via IM, and emails blah blah blah...eventually, i sorta started to like her, the way she sounded, she's the smart type. (so being typically me, again) i asked her out and she said yes. we're on our 5th date and so far is going great. we've learnt we have so much in common and the fact how we missed each other on 3 different occasions and only now realizing it (which is what i said sounds like the movie part). she likes the oldies just like him...interesting. well don't wanna jinx it by saying too much. keep you updated from time to time. though, being in the courtship stage is really really fun, heahahae....

lately i've been talking to Mohan more and more. the dude is a real inspiration to me. he's a dude who is just to good to be real, he is untouched and when he starts telling me about his experiences first hand, when he is experiencing it for the first time, he sounds so pure and i'm amazed at how much he has learned and grown over the last 2 years since i known him. he just recently broke up (first love thing) and i am seeing things of my past thru his pains, which sorta helps me relate to what he is going thru and helps me over come my past and helping him see the way to enlightenment as i did. i only wish is that he doesn't take as long as i did. i grow through our conversations...i guess he is sorta becoming my Navein. which reminds me about another dude who has been such an influence and is a no action lately, dude, come home!!!

brings me back to the topic of friends; Ricardo and Shenn are getting married at the end of the month. WOW!!! it's just started to sink in i guess. i have always long wondered how is it that i could once see myself there and now not...maybe time will tell. but i am amazed at the courage of people who decide to tie the knot. which reminds me Eleanor is getting married too. i'm going broke giving people Ang Pau's this year. i've already attended 8 weddings and i got 2 more to go!!! aiyoooo. which reminds me, hoi Ric you owe me a 100 for manesh's ang pau. maybe next time i'll give poeple like a dried leaf or something instead of money...TI pay me my salary quickly laaaaa!!! (got dates to go to)

sharing is caring...

she shared gossip with me!!! thats a whole new stage ain't it...

but honestly i've never heard that analogy before; if a woman shares gossip with you, then you're someone close. generally i've always thought women love to gossip, heahehaeha...

this is for making fun of....

my Barney and Friends song...