Black, White & Gray

3 years...

2010-08-19T19:14:00.003+08:00

Funny thing today i received a notification that someone left a comment of one of my post. I clicked on the linked and re-read the post and was laughing away at what i wrote. Never knew these junks were on my brain those days. Then I checked the date of my last ~~masterpiece~~ entry & it was exactly 3 years ago since i wrote anything here. Ok, let's see, what are some of the interesting things I could remember in the past 3 years...

1. The world will end in 2012. This is confirmed by rotten tomatoes.

2. I stop blogging cause I;m too lazy to keep it updated.

See ya again in 3 years time :D

Civil War

2007-08-22T23:38:00.000+08:00

A war has erupted again just like it happened before. During the last great war, Gondorians and Vikings were severely wounded, some with permanent scaring. It only needed one change to end the futile sufferings of both armies. It came to their senses when one party decided to step one pace back, and a peace treaty was struck. Hatred was buried, peace returned to their shared land.

The Vikings and Gondorians lived in peace and with much love for many moons, the Vikings has cremated any ill feelings and believed their existence with the Gondorians will last for generations, but deep inside the Gondorians, they still harbor a seed of doubt on the Vikings’ previous alliance, the Persians. Imaginary visions of Vikings uniting with the Persians once again to betray and overthrow the Gondorians causes uneasiness and they knew it’s only a matter of time before a fresh brewed storm with the Vikings will dawn upon them once again.

And it came on one of the many occasion of the Vikings’ drunken rampage and verbal diarrhea, the Gondorians took the opportunity to strike. The battles was fast and furious, both armies withheld their dignity and would not give in, for they knew offering a glimpse of egoistical weakness will translate into accepting a defeat. The Gondorians went to the extent to confront their perceived enemy Persians in hope to quash their inner ghost.

The Gondorians and Vikings realize and admits they need one another to flourish, and having encounter and defeated many common nemesis and tests of nature, both understands one another inside out. Gondorians are well-built and tough on the exterior, yet fragile on the inside. Vikings are calm and cocky in portrayal, yet easily punctured in terms of feelings and emotion. Only one thing they share in common, their egos!

To make peace again, Gondorians would need the Vikings’ commitment to build and sustain their land and to express their loyalty in action. But the nature of the rebellious Vikings makes this simple task to appear like a daunting one. The Vikings are actually ready but true to their nature does not reveal them easily.

At present, The Vikings are suffering in excruciating pain and so are the Gondorians. All the Vikings need is a SINCERE apology. The Vikings forgive and forget because all it matters to them is the future of their land with the Gondorians, not its ugly past.

Culture Shock: Bali

2007-08-08T16:03:00.000+08:00

There’s so many artistic talent around, especially the area of Ubud. No, I’m not shock at the countless art galleries in the area but the fact that even their garbage truck is tastefully painted!

Space is a limitation on an island. Add to the fact that Bali’s hilly topography, even paddies are grown on hill terraces. As such, flat land is considered a premium. So where do school children do their marching practices? - On the trunk road in the midst of the oncoming traffic!
Open top vehicles are not uncommon. Take a open-top bus when you’re down in Singapore to explore the city. Rent a convertible if you’re in Langkawi and catch the sea breeze. In Bali, locals catch a ride on their open-top “buses” for short journeys.

Pig is a revered animal. Name of shops, kept as pets or most importantly as food.

They despise Terrorists for obvious reasons.

They are very creative with words and sentences.

Bali Writing

2007-08-06T17:25:00.000+08:00

Before I jetted off to Bali, was contemplating of getting inked. When I set foot in Kuta, I know I HAVE to get inked. The sheer presence of Tattoist in Kuta is jaw dropping. In the tiny lane of Poppies 2, there’s no less than 10 shops! Walk 100 metres to the main street of Jalan Legian, turn to your left or right, you won’t miss illuminated many “TATTOOS” signs.

Again I thought of getting my private parts inked like this guy, but my courage is not up to par yet …so decided to design my own tattoo. Ok, admit i'm a lousy artist.

Couple of hours later, my tattooist presented me with his drawing. I’ve decided to choose a Balinese pattern to compliment my existing clover. They actually called the patterns “Balinese Writing”.

So the pain began..

The final product. All I need to do now is beef-up my arm.

Now, literally I have an ace of clover up my sleeve.

Certificate of Borderline Insanity

2007-08-06T17:16:00.000+08:00

I’m proud to confess that now I can kill and get away with it. The other way to get the off hook for murder is having shitload of money. Realizing it a far shot for me to create that kind of wealth, I had to resort to getting myself certified as borderline insane.

All I had to do was to jump off a 45 meters tall tower into a 5 meters deep pool with the beachfront sunset as the background.

Yup, I’ve did my FIRST bungy jump in AJ Hackett, Bali. GB decided to do it as well, overcoming her fear at the last minute. I was relatively calm all the way during the elevator ride, waiting for my turn, even till the last moment standing at the edge of the platform. Without thinking much, at the last count of 5 I ejected into space and down I went. That’s when I almost pee-ed in my pants! I closed my eyes momentarily because ~~I was so scared~~ of the gushing wind but forced it open again to make sure I experience the entire fall.

The second jump was a reverse jump and darkness has set it by now (though its only 6.30pm). I was more prepared this time but it did not take any fear away.

After the dizzy hangover and USD 59 bucks poorer, we were finally awarded the Certificate of Borderline Insanity, an AJ Hackett T-Shirt for bragging, a sticker for some cheap advertising and a pack of condom for ,~~anal sex later~~ souvenir.

OK, one final one...

2007-08-03T08:36:00.000+08:00

You Are Spider-Man

Quick and agile, you have killer instincts (literally).
And that kind of makes up for the whole creepy spider thing.

What Superhero Are You?

Athiest

2007-08-03T08:33:00.000+08:00

You Are An Atheist

God? No thanks. You're not buying into any religion.

They're all bunk to you. You rather focus on what you know is true.

You may be a passive non-believer or a rabid atheist activist.

But one thing is for sure... no one's going to make you go to church!

Are You an Atheist, Agnostic or a Believer?

How American am I?

2007-08-03T08:28:00.000+08:00

Found this little test when reading a blog. Tiu lor, i'm tarnished but I'm lovin' it.

You've Been a Little Ruined by American Culture

Whether you live in the US or not, deep down you're a little American.
And there's nothing wrong with loving American culture, but it may have negative effects on your life.
Slow down and enjoy what you have. Reconnect with life's simple pleasures.
You don't need to be in a consumerist rat race. Life's too short to overwork yourself!

Has American Culture Ruined You?

Millionaire

2007-07-27T00:33:00.000+08:00

A millionaire. Not just a millionaire but a Multi-millionaire. What will I do with the new found wealth? My expectations are not too high, but here few things I would do:

1. My boss shall get a “go-fly-kite” letter from me. No need to work anymore!

2. I’ll zoom down the street of Bangsar with my Lamborghini Diablo.

3. Get myself BIGGER. In terms of upper body muscles. Full time personal trainer will do the job.

4. Have kids everywhere. Err.. I meant adopted kids from Namibia, Cambodia and Sri Lanka ;)

5. Become a serious PLAYER. Golf player.

6. Buy a mansion facing the sea.

7. Go for many many HAM SAP (salty & wet) excursions. Diving in the ocean.

Being a millionaire is not a dream….. in fact I’m one today! But have to hold on to the wish list above, cause a millionaire in Indonesia only allows me a budget vacation.

Well, I’m counting my blessings and shall continue to dream on…

Fucking

2007-07-23T17:40:00.000+08:00

I have a Fucking friend.

She studied law in the Fucking University.

She once came to visit with her boyfriend but he's not a Fucking friend.

Her dad is a Fucking politician.

Her family loves Fucking.

They are all Fuckers.

Let's go Fucking.

Here's Fucking...

And they're not happy that we're laughing...

One last thing... if people from Fucking are called Fuckers, what do you think the mothers are called?

Is she the best for ME?

2007-07-18T23:12:00.000+08:00

The two ladies sat in front of me. To my right is Su Lan. To the left is Vgin. I've been with Su Lan for almost 2 years now. I met Vgin 2 months ago. I know i have to make a choice. This is my future.

In the 2 years i spent with Su Lan, one hand is adequate to keep track of the happy memories we had have. I know i will never be happy with Su Lan if i continue this relationship. I'm not madly in love with Vgin either but she offers me a window of hope. She can offer me renewed enthusiasm to wake up every morning and embrace her. The choice is obvious- marry me Vgin!

As i knelt down to my left and reaching out for the platinum ring, my parents stormed into the room and both exclaimed in coherence, "STOP THIS NONSENSE".

Me: Pa, Ma, shouldn't i be the one determining my own happiness?

Ma: You are too short sighted and ridden with emotions to make a wise decision, my son.

Me: I thought i explained myself clearly, Su Lan does not know any other pattern. And you know how artistic i am during my "performance". I have not been able to perform up to my usual high standard of thrice a day. But the thought of Vgin itself can make me shoot down the burung gagak in Bangsar.

Pa: I understand son, we both have seriously thought about it, and we are sure you've made the wrong choice and one day when you look back you'll thank us.

Me: You are not giving me a concrete reason! I can't see why this decision is wrong, to myself and also to the family. With me regaining to my former self i will have no problem planting the seed into Vgin for the continuity of this family. Isn't that your no.1 priority?

Ma: Yes, that's what we want. That's why we chose Su Lan for you...cause she got damn huge butt!!!

Pa: Somemore Su Lan can be part time maid for the family since she knows how to cook and wash. Smart leh, son.

I know the choice has been made for me. And i'm powerless to overturn their decision. They have their own agenda behind the decision which suits them best, but not for me. I disagree with their rationale, but had to accept it in the end.

An analogy of the corporate world. You can voice your preference, but they will decide what's best for you. Sigh.

Once a Tiger

2007-07-17T15:14:00.000+08:00

The greatest era of Malaysian Football was undoubtedly during the late 70s where we qualified for the 1980 Olympics. I am not familiar the those names who graced the nation then but you can’t go wrong with Mokhtar Dahari and Arumugam. Those days, when we are the tiger, the Japanese would be a cat and the Viets might be a kuci-rat.

The roar is the 80's

Come the era of the 90s which I remembered most vividly as I was introduced to football by my brother back in 1991, the Semi-Pro league was bustling with stars. When Matlan Marjan scored a couple against the mighty Manchester United during their post season friendly tour, though the Malaysian selection lost 2-4, I was proud and there were hope for local football. We still could not qualify for Asia Cup or the Olympics not to mention the World Cup, but getting the gold medal in the 1989 SEA games at least assured us of respect in this region. We can give excuse that we’re not up there physically against the Iranians or Arabs. Otherwise we can also appear puzzled that we cannot match the diet of Koreans and Japanese which help increased their average over the past 20 years. Our nasi lemak and bak kut teh have not been proven for building muscles.

The 90's -skinner, but still fearsome

Nearly all the top stars were wiped out like a nuclear holocaust due the the major corruption breakthrough in the Semi-Pro league by late 90s. Heading into the new era of 2000, new players came into ranks. The result? ZERO major tournaments qualified; ZERO regional cups won. Now the tiger has been tamed, not just by the Arabs or east Asians, but even became a punching bag for the likes of Indonesia, Myanmar and Vietnam.

The last time we qualified for Asia Cup was back in 1980 This year we’re in cause we’re one of the co-host. First round results are in : Versus China we kena whack 1-5. Versus Uzbekistan we kena whack 0-5. Last match vs. Iran. Save me from the final score. Gone is the tiger, we're only a kitten now.

Malaysia football in this era.

He struck again

2007-07-16T15:57:00.000+08:00

Been a while since I got a chance to lay my hands on a new victim. Either they’re too well protected or am seeing the same faces again. Though i still DO my repeat victims, but it has no glory to shout about.

My prayer was answered last Saturday. At first sight i i knew she's vulnerable. My thirst for fresh meat heightened my senses; My fear suppressed... Here we go again. Opportunity is when luck and preparation crosses path.

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Face-distorter strikes again…

So cute… Hay Lee. CS' barely one-year old daughter. I think she got her father's personality and her mother's good looks.

Redang – Underwater Paradise

2007-06-26T17:59:00.000+08:00

Caught a last-minute trip to Redang with a a group of strangers bar 1 couple of weeks back. Was invited by my colleague W to join her bro’s diving trip since one from the group chickened out at the 11th hour.

I was eager as much as nervous for this trip since my last dive was back in Jan 06. I admit i've even forgotten how to fix the equipment. I wouldn’t want to be a butt-joke to this group of strangers if when I struggled underwater yet I craving to see those fishes and creatures hiding amongst corals. Classic case of lust triumphing over ego.

Another added incentive was to try out the underwater casing I got from the Canon warehouse few months back. Typical me, a good bargain is what I savor most. What i had was just a tiny dagger in comparison to the extensive weaponry the rest carried.

At the end of the day I’m happy with few excellent shots of Nemo though the best shots were taken by my dive buddy, SS.

Shots from SS's bigger "weapon":

The highlight of this trip was going for my first night dive and also deep dive. Since SS and E was taking their advance diving course, got a chance to tag along for these dives usually not permitted for Open-Water diver like myself.

The down side was that I didn’t have a chance to see any REAL mermaids. Only this. Bummer.

Redang - A bleak picture

2007-06-26T17:48:00.000+08:00

My last and only previous visit to Redang was back in 2001. Naturally am quite eager to return to this island and see has it been destroyed by us humans.

There’s vast difference from my trip in 01 and 07. Firstly, back in 01 it a trip with a thousand close hometown friends, drinking imported liquor was a luxury and our staple was maggi mee. Now, since I have a few million bucks stash away in an offshore account (I wish), food is something I can complain about.

Redang has changed quite a bit since then. Picture this.... an island escapade far away from the noise of the city, white sandy beaches with clear blue water, not a single human being within sight. Unfortunately I have to burst your bubble; that’s not what I experienced.

Yes, the beach is still beautiful – picture perfect! At any one time you can see at least 50 people within your sight. You should expect shouts from kids or teenagers during a beach volleyball game, but prepare for post-dinner karaoke sessions – in the open! Phew..at least the karaoke ends at 10pm…. But it’s then converted into a beachside disco!! Holy cow… I did not join any snorkeling trip organized by the resort, but what my friend W told me is that basically he sees more human than fishes in the water! Good for those who seeks cheap thrills underwater – bikinis anyone? ;)

The more popular the island gets, tourists will flock there. Redang is trying very hard to maintain its status as one of Malaysia’s best. It is still a beautiful island as of now. The mushrooming chalets with architecture like a public school definitely do not help its course. Dead coral’ washing up ashore is an indication the threat humans post to these underwater beauties.

Selling a piece of your childhood

2007-05-10T14:23:00.000+08:00

Remember when you were a kid and you get pressie when you do well in exams, during Christmas, birthdays or a surprise from your rich aunt? When J told me he got this as a gift in the 80's i could have imagined how he must have ripped off the packaging with much eager and excitement. Without fail, ripping off the toy's packaging thrills every kid till this day. As adults, we do enjoy ripping off "packaging" as well (*grin*), but am sure it's not the packaging of toys.

20 years down the road, we look at our childhood belongings with great sense of nostalgia, but as we grow and understand the value of money, when the price is right its goodbye to that piece of your childhood.

Its new owner beckons but with much to do still... cause it look like crap now.

So the process of purifying-old-crap is carried out. Here are the instructions:

1. Dismantle the set and ~~steal~~ borrow your housemates/ brother/ sister/ wife/ gf's (as long as its not your own) toothbrush.

2. Soak it into hydrochloric acid (preferably neat).

3. Brush every single piece with force.

4. Rinse it with pure water.

4. Dry it with your housemate/ brother/ sister/ wife/ gf's (keyword: not yours) bath towel and remember to ask permission first.

5. Re-fix it using your imagination (This might take hours or years depending on IQ) Voila! As good as new.

6. Say goodbye to your friend's childhood.

Siew Yuk Ter-Best Di Malaysia

2007-05-08T11:06:00.000+08:00

Pada suatu hari, saya ajak "kawan makan" saya, S untuk pergi lunch. Berpusu-pusu kami di tengah kotaraya memikirkan lokasi yang strategik untuk memuaskan nafsu yang hampir mendidih. Kami melalui Lorong Haji Taib dan juga Sun Kompleks, dan akhirnya S mencadangkan suatu tempat di Pudu di mana ia terkenal dengan siew yuk nya yang best.

Seperti biasa, sikap skeptikal saya tidak begitu yakin dengan pendapat S yang siew yuk di sana sangat best. Saya kebiasaannya akan menghakimi kesedapan makanan dengan lidah saya sendiri.

Pada pandangan pertama, siew yuk itu hanya seperti yang terdapat di kedai-kedai tepi jalan saja; TETAPI, pada saat pertemuan lidah dengan siew yuk itu, terledak suatu sensasi yang amat mengghairahkan dan siew yuk itu seolah-olah terus menjadi cair serta merembeskan jusnya sebaik sahaja gigitan pertama diaplikasikan.

Bersyukur kepada ___________ (fill in the blank). Siew Yuk ter-BEST di Malaysia telah dijumpai.

Serial Face-Distorter

2007-04-18T14:26:00.000+08:00

Every now and then, a friend or family member will be blessed with a bundle of joy (that's a good way of saying 20 years of suffering). The usual "so cute.....s" and "what's the weight" naturally comes from eager visitors. I too will be carrying these cute little creatures around. But when in private.... the Face-Distorter will strike...

No one is safe...

They are usually caught unaware;

Pretending to be asleep does not help;

Acting blur does not save you either;

Some likes it (at least i think so);

Obviously some doesn't;

Some struggles but to no avail;

The smart ones will just give in.

Watch this space... the serial face-distorter shall strike again.

How many have you got?

2007-04-18T11:29:00.000+08:00

How many lovers?
How many wives?
How many child?
How many cars?
How many properties?

How many MISSED calls?

I got 26 on the 7th April 07.

Went home for Cheng Beng that weekend. Nah, it not from any wandering spirits...

Escape from the urban jungle

2007-04-01T12:36:00.000+08:00

Let's admit it, stress is synonym to life in the city. Living and working in a city like KL is far worst. The are deprived from a decent beach, the cool air in the highlands nearby are tainted by down-and-out gamblers, water in our lakes more frequent than not spotting teh-tarik colours. I could go on and on... Bottom line, nature doesn't gel well with life in KL.

Few years back i was introduced to this place about an hour's drive from the city. Kuala Kubu Baru (KKB). Being the gateway to Fraser's Hill, KKB is famous for its outdoor activities for the city folks.

You could hit the North South highway and exit either Rawang or Tg Malim for the fastest way to KKB, however the option of a more scenic route seems more appealing.

As an appetizer, the vast Selayang Dam awaken us from our Sunday morning slumber.

Along came a tiny town named Hulu Yam Bahru. A friend in the car enlightened us how the the town might got its name - the chinese clan with their surname YAM, (think Simon Yam). True enough, as we drove through the town, we noticed our famous friend Thomas has a few restaurants here, he named them TOM YAM.

Soon we arrived to our destination, the Chilling forest reserve. The gals used their beauty and brawn to lure away the guard and tear down the barricade before we could proceed.

We embarked on a torturous journey on foot; weaving through poisonous plants, killer ants and buzzing above our heads;

Then risking ourselves as lunch when we had to cross piranha-infested streams;

Making our way gingerly without leaving our tracks to the aborigine head-hunters;

After an hour of tracking through endless rapids and jungle trails later;

We were flabbergasted when this came into sight. That moment stood still. It was all worth it.

On the way home, as a reward for making it our of Chilling alive, we were invited for drinks by the locals. We stopped over for the freshest mineral water KKB has to offer. All this for free!

What drives you?

2007-03-14T17:16:00.000+08:00

Have you ever wondered what is the driving factor to overcome adversities to reach certain objectives or do certain actions?

It was LUST behind Clinton's infamous blowjob; GREED motivated Lim Goh Tong ; POWER drove Mahathir and FAME took Anna Nicole's life.

Recently i had to overcome few adversities to achieve an objective. Started off with a 2 1/2 hours journey seated in a tiny space in ~~a bus~~ an airplane;

Followed by another 2 1/2 hours journey ~~of horse riding~~ on a 4x4 (try seating at the back you'll know what i mean) ;

Upon arriving to this cowboy town;

human-sandwiched into a crappy boat and trafficked off the coast for another hour;

Finally, we reached our destination. What a sight of relieve.

It was all worth it when we saw this;

My catch of the day, DRIVEN by cheapskateness and gluttony.

Death in the family

2007-03-12T16:06:00.000+08:00

Peter Anthonius Petrelli Solomon @PAPS died peacefully on 8th of March, 2007. He was 2. The blood parasites got to his kidney and before long God took him away (damn u parasites! #@&*). He died a virgin.

Showered with love his entire life, he will be missed by his adopted mother Joyce, caretaker Karen and provider Theresa. He might be missed by his birth parents; Titi and Rombung.

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A proper burial was conducted in the family's cemetery in Inanam.

Last picture of PAPS.

May he rest in peace.

Culture Shock: Sabah

2007-03-12T15:00:00.000+08:00

Years back, a foreigner friend stayed over my place and wanted to take a dump. I directed him to the toilet but less than a minute later he was out! Both of us were totally shocked; cause he doesn't know how to use that particular toilet; and me cause i've never imagined someone who has never seen a squat toilet in their life! That was my first lesson on culture shock.

Boasting the highest mountain and best islands in Malaysia, Sabah is an essential contributor to the nation's tourism industry. My recent visit was my third and this time round i took the time to see the few difference that only this land below the wind has to offer.

1. They love their seafood. You can get freash seafood literally everywhere. Even in bus stops.

2. Gardenia is not only a breadmaker here. They produce soft drinks as well. Apparently the founder of Gardenia is a local.

3. Black plastic bags are widely used here. Its not limited to pirated DVDs/ Software traders.

4. Obviously, it's a safe heaven for terrorists.

5. They play pool in properly ventilated shoplots. Air cond is not needed.

I love this state. I shall return for more.

2nd Best Char Siew in Malaysia

2007-03-07T03:44:00.000+08:00

This shop located under an overhead bridge along Jln Loke Yew fully deserves to be the runner-up of the coveted "best char siew" in the country (heck cares what others may think).

I shortlisted this shop as the top three in Malaysia many months ago, but i had the opportunity to retry the three for the past month and this time i'm saying it without a doubt.

Enjoying it myself is a pleasure; treating it to others who appreciate how good it tastes is a satisfaction; taking the hassle of bringing it to Borneo is worthwhile.

CNY: Protein Overdose in KL

2007-03-05T16:43:00.000+08:00

" Chinese New Year is the period where the highest number of people in the world migrate from one place to another". I read this statement in an article writing about the mass exodus of people from large cities across China. Being the most populated country in the world and supplying the world's labour, it is no surprise that it represents migration across the world during CNY.

I would have contributed to the numbers , but for the first time in years, i remember NOT having to sit in the crawl inching my way back for the reunion dinner on the eve of chinese new year. I can say it is a breath of fresh air.

One thing remains the same as previous years is the food. Aplenty of them. On the eve we had these for dinner;

On the 2nd day we did the "lou sang" and these ;

On the 4th day we had "lou sang" again and paid the bill that almost took my life;

On the 7th day we had "lou sang" AGAIN ;

On the 8th day, just before everyone heads off for work again we finished something like these;

All in all, after 3 "lou sangs", unmeasureable calories intake and overdosed with protein; CNY this year was a blast.

Time Zapper

2007-02-22T13:57:00.000+08:00

Ever caught in the situation where an hour feels like eternity? No matter its waiting for your flight boarding, waiting for your gf doing her shopping or waiting for the bloody doctor in the clinic, I just wish to fast forward time whenever i'm caught in these situations.

Now there's a remedy, at least it applies to me - Championship Manager(CM). As of now, i'm 50 hours into strategizing my next tactics to beat AC Milan and preparing a swoop for Thiery Henry, amongst other tasks. An hour clicking away feels like 10 minutes, i'm not joking you. This is my third run at CM, first exposure was back in 2000, then 2002. All has the same effects on me, it gets me glued on the monitor.

I'm not really an avid gamer, but CM is my cup of tea. As before , i know i'll get bored of it eventually and thus revert back to me normal routines (before the next wave of CM-ing few years down).

To a guy, gaming is a time zapper, to a gal its a BF stealer.

Mr. St. Valentine: B.A. Marketing (Hons)

2007-02-14T17:49:00.000+08:00

In marketing school, we are taught that there's always a weakness point in the human emotions where we can exploit and sell our products/ services to. This is the principle behind advertising and merchandising. At any age or level of income there'll be needs created for us to part with our hard earned money.

If St. Valentine were a mortal like you and me, people like Donald Trump or Bill Gates would be kissing his ass cause he would have been the most successful marketeer in the entire universe. All this comes down to his product - LOVE! Arguably the most commercialized day after Christmas, Valentine's day is THE day where you will see humans are creatures born with emotions.

You'll see people paying highly inflated price for flowers;

Restaurants are over crowded thus some would settle for Domino's;

Some idiot will have lot of cleaning to do the next day;

Lighting up candles and creating a fire hazard in his own house;

Also finding the perfect card and gift.

I admit i'm sucked into this commercial bandwagon, at end of the day its not how much money you spent, its that moment where you see the smile and the glow in your lover's eye; entrapping the memory which both of you can cherish together.

Now, who said money can't buy happiness? It can, sometimes.

Anak Babi

2007-02-13T21:52:00.000+08:00

10th February 2007 8.30 pm - Year of the Boar (i was told counted as).

His name is Kyven. And he’s damn cute. Well, the baby beside him has sharper features and in the general view would be cuter, but he beats ‘em flat today in terms of cuteness. Hey, I’m the judge and it’s final.

Ok, I admit I was bias. C’mon, how can I not adore my own nephew? Lying there serenely and does not give a damn about the world around him, giving an occasionally blink and yawn sends amazement to the crowd around him.

He may not know what lies ahead for him, but the people around him would want to give him the best.

Happy birthday.

How not to be a millionaire

2007-02-08T17:58:00.000+08:00

You've been selected to be in the show "Who Wants To Be A Millionaire". This is your first question:

"Which of the following is the largest?"
a) A Peanut
b) An Elephant
c) The Moon
d) Hey, who you calling large?

Any average Joe would have known the obvious answer; well, unless you're a rocket scientist who thinks the answers are not as obvious as it seems.

So you use your first lifeline, the 50/50. Now you have only two choices left.

"Which of the following is the largest?"
~~a) A Peanut~~
b) An Elephant
c) The Moon
~~d) Hey, who you calling large?~~

Now any dumbass would know the answer, unless you're Kathy Evans.

This is my conclusion. She is just dumb beyond measure or she is just the smartest person who knows its almost impossible to win the million dollar thus decided to answer wrongly to gain worldwide attention to her famed stupidity.

You can read the full story here.

Thaipusam

2007-02-02T10:05:00.001+08:00

There's something to cheer about Thaipusam every year for folks working in Selangor - its a public holiday!!! In previous years, i would just enjoy the day off but this year since i have a place to write, i decided to do a search what exactly is Thaipusam celebrated for and why people torture themselves in Batu Caves.

So, for those who are uninitiated, if you really want to know, click here. Those piercings you see during the festival are Kavadis which literally translates to "Burden". Devotees carry them, as a form of penance or sacrifice. Though i always wanted to get piercings done on my body i shall pass on carrying one. Let others have the chance first, i mean there are 800,000 people there in Batu caves during Thaipusam!

Thaipusam this year i spent sleeping in (as usual), but not before sharing a few beers with a couple of friends the previous night. It sounds harmless but the ripple effect of this harmless act was quite monstrous.

There are others who's more happening that'll visit nightspots like zouk, rum jungle or POPPI to see and be seen. Expect to see throngs of ~~hot chicks~~ people having a good time shaking their booties while crisp green 50 ringgit notes or multi-coloured credit cards exchanging hands, and of course my favourite part - sights like these;

I wonder if you can still comprehend signs like this when you're drunk. I doubt it.

It not that bad, just your body's defense mechanism when you you give a go at a full pack of ciggies and half bottle of chivas.

Enjoy your holidays!

Kai Kiok

2007-01-31T12:08:00.000+08:00

I'm gonna start a series of "Best in Malaysia" series on food reviews. The tag sounds a bit overwhelming and of course critics will question what are the comparison parameters or even have i went all over the country. What the heck, its based on my tastebuds and my limited experience. Keyword : MY.

So to it off, I would present the award "Best Kai Kiok in Malaysia" to Tangkak kai kiok. I've never been a fan of chicken feet but the moment i sunk my teeth into it there were no doubts that it was the best.

So good that I can't stop at one. I'm still not a kai kiok lover but i'll have a second helping on Tangkak kai kiok anytime.

The Ego War

2007-01-30T10:13:00.001+08:00

To me Ego war starts when we apply this priciple: "everyone thinks they are right". I created this priciple way back when i was 11 years old where i see my classmates and of course me have constant bitching. Came a to a conclusion it'll never end because everyone had their own point of view. Now i know it's universally applicable. Ask a cheating BF in a long-distance relationship and he'll say he cheats because he thinks of the GF back home too much. Ask a cheating wife and she'll say she's gaining experience to please her husband. Ask the Americans who attacks Iraq they'll tell you their curbing terrorism. Ask the suicide bombers (if they're still alive) they'll tell you it's a God's will. The list goes on.... Everyone thinks they are right.

Currently I'm in an Ego war. Its not physically straining, but it drains me emotionally. But as per the name of the war itself, the first sign you allow your enemy to see you're craking, I'll loose.

How does this war come about? Just like the war between Israel and Palestine where both party has their PAST written about a piece of land. The ego war started in similar circumstances where the past is involved. This is about whose life was more colorful in the past and we now choose to unearth what's intentionally buried.

Beware, think wisely before digging a grave. It might spark a war that'll never end.

Lake Gardens

2007-01-28T23:56:00.000+08:00

Taiping boast the best lake gardens in the country in my opinion. The sheer size of it is unrivalled by any lake gardens in the klang valley. The hilly backdrop and endless hundred-year-old trees makes it a sight not to be missed.

Back in those days where Salem used to have the tagline "Salem high country", they shot some of their tv ads here to market how "refreshing" it was smoking a Salem ciggie. Those guys realised positioning it that way did not get them much market share in the "macho" category like what Dunhill or Marlboro has had much success. Hence Salem has moved on in opening Salem Power Stations/ Cool Planet to position themselves into the "cool" world of music.

Back to the lake gardens, besides being a hot spot for tv ads, it is also a favourite spots for couples to take wedding pictures. Couple of days back i was there enjoying the serene view and the usual sights: joggers with their Ipods, children playing in the distant playground, lovebirds boating in the vast lake, couple taking wedding shots; all was well until i noticed this:

Ok, don't focus on the ugly yellow bin, but the thing that was lying on the ground in front of it.

Freak!! A used condom!!! At first thought it must be a couple of thrillseekers doing their stuff in the park. It is not uncommon to find video footages of couples in "action" in parks circulating all over internet and the recent JAIS videos controversy adds up to my assumption.

But apparently Taiping lake gardens after dark is inhabited by people from the inbetween world- Transvestites. I do not have anything against them as i believe its a valid source on income. Demand and supply. They have been in business way back and when night falls they roam the sidewalks offering their service.

Opening hours: 2100-0300 (closed on eve of public holidays) Bargaining is allowed.

Jude

2007-01-26T18:54:00.000+08:00

Too often than not, movie goers would like happy love stories where couples live happily ever after. It’s a propaganda embedded into our brains ever since we’re old enough to understand fairy tales.

As a cynic, this is what I see as the truth; let’s take for example arguably the most pirated-merchandised-love-story ever – Titanic. As we know, Jack and Rose were madly in love but tragically Jack was frozen to death. With that, Rose’s love for him is forever in her memory. It is the true definition of “till death do us part”.

What if Jack would have survived? Emm…. Of course they will be elated and have many more sex after that and subsequently get married and have kids….BUT, one year later you’ll probably see Rose sobbing away because Jack has not been home for a month cause he’s busy getting into Rosie’s panties on board of TitAnus (c’mon, Jack’s a smooth talker).

Ok, philosophy aside, I caught a glimpse of the movie Jude couple of weeks ago on VCD (yes, it’s that old) and I have to say this movie is one of my favorite love movies. First time I watch it was more than 10 years ago. Though I remembered it was a good movie, I tend to loose touch on how my feeling then was. Upon watching it again I felt the cold chill again and all I can say is it re-impacted me the same way it did 10 years ago. I do prefer love stories to end tragically but what Jude offered is something tragic beyond the ordinary.

Happiness Scale

2007-01-26T17:28:00.000+08:00

The scale is a brilliant invention. I don’t mean the weighing scale you want to destroy when you see yourself putting on a kilo, but the scale where you rate and thus finding more about yourself or others.

Psychiatrists uses them to determine whether if you’re nuts, take for example the Schizophrenia scales, by answering few questions and rating it on the scale,and voila! You might have to cancel your vacation to Tg Bungah and spend it in Tg Rambutan instead.

Even your sexual life can be represented by a simple scale. Remember when you’re 18 and you feel ashamed to be in your trunks when you’re surrounded by bikini-clad gals?, while when you’re 48 u can just walk into a nudist beach without giving a damn. It can be explained, just rate yourself here and you may find out why.

Many people have been asked or asked themselves “Are you/ Am I happy?”. As it’s a very subjective topic, I’ve decided to create the “happiness scale” to represent how I feel. Simplicity is the key, with a range of 1 to 10 (10 being happiest), rate how happy you are at that particular moment. And if I find the level is below 10, finding out the reason why should be an objective. This way I can know when and why am I affected and feeling shitty. Emm.. let me recall some significant dates…..

120606 – 8
020706 – 10
090706 – 10
050806 – 10
090706 – 10
100706 – 10
270706 - 5
300706 – 10
100906 – 9 (now 0)
011006 - 10
141006 – 8 (now 0)
011206 - 10
231206 – 10
271206 – 1
010107 – 7
050107 – 2
190107 - 2
200107 – 3
250107 – 5
260107 – 7
270107 - 8
300107 - 3

Well, knowing the situation and the reason is the black and white to the issue, but the ability to self rectifies or even finding the right solution to a problem is the gray side of it. Sometimes the devil in us just choose to ignore in doing the right thing.

So, what's your score today?

Reason of Intoxification

2007-01-23T17:22:00.000+08:00

Since my previous entry was on drinking: The Consequences of it, reckon I should continue the prequel to it, the REASON of why we drink.

For obvious reason we drink when we want to celebrate an occasion. Be it at the New Year’s party or prom night, guys and gals drink to get naughty.

Locally, we have wedding dinners with ~~lousy~~ below-average singers hogging the stage. I sometimes wonder maybe patrons drink to desensitize their hearing in order to endure the 2- hours- plus onslaught of bad singing.

Some drink because it’s a game. Me personally love to drink for this reason alone.

There’s a lot out there who just wanna get high and forget about the stress at work.

When you get dumped u’ll drink like there’s no tomorrow. Not that tomorrow matters anyway.

I drank when Italy won the world cup. Waited 15 years for that to happen.

Some people drink when they feel lonely, insecure and unhappy. Others assume their loved one does not love them as much.

Oh yeah, me a GB drank to our happiness. “two Screwdriver please”.

Emptying the Vodka bottle

2007-01-22T01:09:00.000+08:00

What are the consequences if have this is your hand,

And you turn it into this within a couple of hours?

The results vary greatly. You might end up being a great entertainment subject for others;

Or give the opportunity to unearth some talented artists;
Or subject to our biological reaction and get yourself into this;
Some either knowingly or not ended up having sex when their drunk;
Other results might be the sudden burst of confidence level. Letting go of what words you’ve been holding back or making confessions that have been lying deep inside your soul.

Well, on a lighter note, i know of a person who actually cries when getting drunk;

But the one of the most memorable moments I’ve witnessed last night was trying to fix Lego.

:) Vodka is fun.

Borneo Headhunters

2007-01-13T01:20:00.000+08:00

Had a memorable Christmas last year in Kuching and got myself a lovely souvenir from Borneo Headhunters. No, they did not sell me any of these;

in fact, they're an establishment who offers mostly services rather than products.

There are many reasons why people get a tattoo, be it pure addiction, symbolization, triad members, wannabes or just to show off how "cool" they are; i get my tattoo because i see it as a piece of art.

Nope, this is not what i got on my body. I probably can't afford the hefty charges and most importantly it's gonna hurt real bad. Yes, it's a myth when people tell you the pain from during tattoing as mild as ants biting. Bullshit. Frankly, i dunno how this guy's gonna shit for the next couple of days.

The owner which is the artist in this establishment has won various awards including a couple of H.R.Giger Awards back in year 2001. This alone made me and GB insist in getting ourself inked here.

The dimly illuminated crime scene sets the mood for the victims. It resembles a makeshift surgeon's operating theatre.

The artist started working on GB, which turned out to be perfect;

Then it was my turn. Soon, my tribal Iban "protectors" were embeded.

"The pain will come and go, but the beauty will last forever" - source unknown

A missing alphabet

2007-01-12T17:44:00.000+08:00

The impact of spoken and written words varies greatly. It is more so more when you make a typo in the written form where it may alter the intended meaning.

Say for example, when Brad is having coffee with Jolie, after getting comfortable and looking her in the eyes Brad asked, “Have you ever been EXCITED by a man?”. And a blushing Jolie replies, “You could give it a try”.

Second scenario, Tom is chatting online with Kate and their conversation is picking up steam. After 30 minutes, Tom typed, “Have you ever been EXITED by a man?”. Kate replied, “I’m not planning to clean my colon coz I’m not into anal. Fuck off bugger”. Her status went offline.

Today I did the mistake in never checking my writings thoroughly. And it was an email to the entire universe in my office. I felt like a fool.

Can i undo my actions?

2007-01-10T17:19:00.000+08:00

I was watching Discovery and there was this program about sleep walking. One of the various doings of sleep walkers are sleep sex, or sexsomnia.

Quoting from a BBC article, "Imagine finding unexplained condoms around your house and then waking up one night to find your partner having sex with a stranger". Well, its going to be nasty. Eventhough its not really anybody's fault as sleep sex is a very serious medical condition, and even if your partner leave you a note the next day like this,

i don't think many individuals can stomach that thought, not even speaking of that sight. Well, unless you have a serious fetish.

Certain actions whether conciously or subconciously done could not be retracted. I believe our memory will be diluted thru time so eventually things will go back to its original state. However, as in any bloody thing in life, there'll be a cause-effect factor. Certain time its a change for the good, or on the contrary.

Over the new year I learned a few new things about myself. Previously unknown of due to ingnorance i learned that there are many things that can affect me emotionally. Good thing i channeled the effects in to giving a go at blogging.

I thought the last thing would be someone's writing on the internet. This picture reminds me of that.

Cock-Teasing

2007-01-09T01:07:00.000+08:00

Japanese are very unique people. For instance they have a festival dedicated to penis worshipping called the Kanamara Matsuri. While its obvious the Japs enjoys where there's cocks involved, most of us does not realise we do indulge in cock-related activites as well. Its the art of cock-teasing.

I.C.S.T.A.Y
I.L.U.B.I.C.T.U.Y

Two sets of abbreviations brought up during dinner last night. Rekindles the time when we were zombified to exchange words in cyberspace. It was fun during the cock-teasing period.

A new abbreviation should be in place;

I.L.U.A.I.C.T.U.N

It's still fun where i still can cock-tease u. Haha.

Eating my own shit

2007-01-09T00:52:00.000+08:00

Sometimes (too often than not) i spoke too soon. Like a rabbit which eats back what they shit, yeah it feels like that. Maybe i should prepare my own shit sandwich.

Whenever i see sights of people bringing along their GFs or such to a futsal game, and to me those chicks looks like dumb blondes watching faithfully while their respective Zidanes or Ronaldos do the stuff in the futsal cage.

Last night i did the same. Well, when its my own it doesn't look dumb at all. At least i know i can take back what i said. One brownie point for conquering my ego. :)

The Birth

2007-01-08T14:36:00.000+08:00

" I see no point of keeping a diary since everyone else is keeping memories for you". Thats the line that has been running through my mind. Until that eventful evening on 6th of Jan 07 where i felt a whitewash of my own memories. The event that conceived this blog.

I've been reading blogs of anonymous people, chart toppers, friends and of course my lover. Brilliant ideas and sarcastic jokes are better than any tabloid magazine can offer. Friends or "friends" (whatever category u want it to be) offers you an insight of their life, where have they been, who have they been fucking, and etc... As they call people like me "lurkers", today i joined the bandwagon.

I've been religiously following GB's blog since the first day we 'met'. And i'm hooked on ever since. Its easy to take things for granted when i know such wonderful entries and memories she wrote about us is too precious to be discarded. I thought i owned them as well. Obviously i was wrong. A sane person working on impulse is equivalent to a nut-case. It was so easy, just a click of the mouse on the "are you sure you want to delete.." button, and voila, you've been emptied.

This is where i want to remind myself the reason of this blog. Its my diary where i keep my memories, yes its MINE, and no one can take away from me this time.