Oxymoronic!

Untouched

2010-04-09T03:21:00.000+08:00

Wow... I just realised it has been a long time since I posted anything up..

Well.. that's all I wanted to say. G'NITE!

People of Albania!

2007-06-11T00:45:00.000+08:00

Well, you never know when one of them might drop by; but Bush didn't send troops during the Kosovo conflict, Clinton did. Guess what Bush did though? Declare war on an oil-rich country with no WMDs present anywhere on Iraqi soil.

Cool?

A Father's Portrait

2007-05-29T00:23:00.001+08:00

This is a story of a father's role, a father's duty and most importantly, a father's solemn vow. But it is not a story to be told within these written words, instead it will be expressed in the picture below.

A father's role is an educational one; bringing his child up to know the difference between what is right and what is wrong. A father's duty is that of a guardian; protecting his child from whatever harm that may come. A father's solemn vow is one that is enduring; always being there, whenever his child needs him.

If you are a father, always be proud of your child. If you are a son, always be proud of your father.

Image Source: My Archives

Life is a Scone

2007-05-27T22:29:00.000+08:00

Don't ask me why I'm saying this, but 'Life is a scone'. I sat down today at ~~Starbucks~~ Coffeebean with Zijill, and I was eating a scone, thinking "Ahh, this is the life..." and somehow, that got translated to 'Life is a Scone'.

I mean, it's only good if it's hot, and you can't simply enjoy it on its own. Well, you could, but it wouldn't be as good as, oh say, buttering it up and putting a layer of jam on it.

So, Life is a scone. Yeah, I'm a friggin' scholar.

Image Source: Getty Images

Women!

2007-05-26T22:08:00.000+08:00

Can someone please tell me; 'WHY ARE WOMEN SO BLOODY COMPLICATED??!!'

Seriously, I mean what do they want? I guess this requires some background.

*Cue dreamy-looking scene*
I was once a very controlling boyfriend; Whatever my girlfriend was doing, whenever she was doing it, I needed to know. I mean like every detail, who's going with her, what time she'll be done, how she's gonna get back home, right down to a background of the friends who are going (that is if I didn't already know them.

However, after losing one to this volatile habit of mine, I toned down a little, only asking for the most rudimentary of information like the 'what are you doing?'-s and the 'when'-s, which I thought was pretty reasonable. Wasn't a boyfriend supposed to at least know what his girlfriend was doing?

Even that was too much. One thing you have to understand, I'm not like the other guys, I have issues with insecurity and I have a need to know everything. I won't chalk it up to me being concerned or anything, I was just a control freak; insecure and hating any situation that I'm not in control of.

So, I worked to get rid of my insecurities, and I worked very hard for it. I can proudly say that I can call you up(if you were my girlfriend, that is), and if you say you're out drinking with some friends, I'm not going to go beyond that. If you wanted to divulge more information, you would. If not, then it'll be a conversation piece the next day.

*Cut flashback*

Now, apparently, being controlling = caring. That's right, being controlling means you bloody care. SINCE WHEN???!! I really have no idea.

How did I find this out? Well, that's another story in itself, but it can be summed up as 'boy likes girl, girl likes other guy'. Now, this other guy isn't her boyfriend, but treats her like she is anyway and controls every single aspect of her life. I mean this girl reports every move she makes.

I ask her why, "Because he said so". They both work in the same office btw, which was why I was surprised when they argued over her not IM-ing her that she was leaving the office (I was driving her to college for a party). Best part? She already APOLOGIZED, but the guy wouldn't let go.

And then she can ask me "Why does he care so much?"

Honestly, I really feel like giving up on women, love and the like. So please please, help me understand why women like to complicate matters so much?

Singapore: Lesson's Learnt

2007-04-16T21:25:00.000+08:00

Things that I need to remember in a travelling companion:
1) Must not have bladder the size of a pea
2) Must not fuss over every tiny detail
3) Must have appropriate travelling shoes
4) Must have enough money to split the accomodation costs
5) Must have own perfume/cologne/toothpaste/towel/deoderant/hairspray/gel/hair wax/ (I could go on)
6) Must definitely be interested in waking earlier
7) Must understand that I am anal about timing

That is all

Brief Update

2007-04-16T21:23:00.000+08:00

I'VE GOT A NEW JOB!!!!

Irony

2007-04-10T19:37:00.000+08:00

Like, you've got to appreciate the irony when the one thing you feared, but everyone kept telling you won't happen so much that you finally believed them. And one day, it does happen.

Irony...

I tried smoking today...

2006-07-08T01:07:00.000+08:00

Yeah, like the title says; I tried smoking today. It was a really long day; woke up early to meet with the clients, present some creatives, sell sell sell, "Yes ma'am, it'll look better if we did it your way ma'am, but don't you think the target market would be bla bla bla bla bla,"-ing all the way til I finally got it approved, then driving back, coordinating 3 projects at the same time while juggling another big one that came up last minute.

After all that was done, or rather it should've been over when the files left the building, I sat down with a colleague who was smoking. Feeling stressed out, I just asked, "Boleh tak?" while pointing to her cig pack and she said yeah and promptly handed it to me.

Only after she saw me light up did she ask, "Hey, since when did you smoke?".

"About now..." I replied as I took my first puff in a long long time.

And I took a really long puff, exhaling after what seemed like an eternity of sucking on that damned filter and I felt... nothing...

I never really understood the concept of smoking, even when I was addicted to it more than 10 years ago. I mean, i drew no sense of calm out of it, I definitely didn't feel any cooler after smoking than I was before I started. All I did feel was light-headed, but I could bloody well achieve the same effect by spinning myself round and round til I got dizzy and dropped to the floor.

So what is the deal with smoking anyway? Why do so many people smoke? I mean you pay a good RM5.50 (or something close to that price) for a 14's pack just to get a dry throat, yellowed teeth and a high that can be achieved with a good chair on wheels? See, if anyone of you ever caught me paying for a pack of ciggarettes, I want you to take that pack, smash it into my head and call me 'potty-mouth' or 'asshole' or something, use your imagination.

I mean, I struggled with just that one stick; my throat felt funny, my can of coke tasted weird, just very very weird, and I had tar breath for the rest of the day. How some people can finish even a pack a day is beyond me.

Ugh, I think that'll be my last stick for the rest of my life. Now I gotta get me another glass of water, my throats feeling funny all over again.

Welcome to hell!

2006-06-06T22:03:00.000+08:00

Ladies and Gentlemen, that time has come. What? You don't know what that time is? Come on! It's been discussed for centuries already in every freaking holy book you can find. You know, fire raining from the skies, ground splitting earthquakes swallowing people whole and let us not forget, trees falling down on cars, giving their owner many many headaches.

Yes, that's right, trees falling down on cars! Two people in my office today had the shock of their lives when they walked to their cars (which btw was parked in the church nearby... spooky coincidence) and of course they found their cars in a state of disrepair, well one of them at least. Another one couldn't even find his car because it was hidden under a whole fucking tree! A WHOLE FUCKING TREE!!!! IN A CHURCH!!!

Well, he might have a chance though; bulk of the tree hit the car next to his, so he might have just been hit by branches. Damn it, of all the times for me to be too lazy to take pictures! But i did get this shot of this tree though

Now, this is just ONE of those trees, there were a whole lot more that were stuck down by god knows what. Was too ~~engrossed~~ bored in a meeting with my clients so I didn't really get a good look at what happened.

By the way, the damage was only limited to areas surrounding that church which is kinda freaky... jeng jeng jeng!

My World in Color

2006-04-16T13:14:00.000+08:00

They say the pictures you take tell people more about yourself. It is a means of self expression only with nothing said or done; only a picture to say what you have always wanted to say. A picture is like a mirror into the deepest part of your soul, exposing your innermost secrets. Well, at least that's what I think.

My office has this hallway where they put up pictures taken by employees and they've put up a sign that has a very meaningful quote; "No place is boring if you've had a good night's sleep and have a pocketful of unexposed film". No idea who said it (mainly because I never really paid attention to it) but it was a nice quote.

I was asked recently if I was a kaki gambar(camwhoreus sapien or photographer in plain english) to which I of course said that I was. So now, I'm considering putting up my photos on the hall; that is to say after my boss has had his run of the place. Below are a few of the photographs I'm going to submit.

That's only a few of what I have planned for the wall. I still have a lot more pictures to take though. I found another quote online that is quite meaningful too;

"The mission of photography is to explain man to man and each man to himself" -Edward Steichen

An Open Letter to my (so-called) friends

2006-02-17T01:12:00.000+08:00

Dear all,

As you all may well know, things have not exactly been good between me and you. It doens't matter who YOU are, but we all know things haven't exactly been all sunshine and butterflies since a few months ago.

"So, What is this letter all about?" you might ask. Well, I'll tell you what it's about. It's about how double standard you all have become, making me feel like such a jerk when really it's you buggers who are the jerks. No, it's not only just you, it's been a lot of other people; People who say I'm boastful, who say I'm always trying to bring a person down and who say I'm not a nice guy to hang out with.

Well, after analyzing all that you have said, I have decided that the only appropiate response would be "Bullshit!" Now, don't take offence into what I've said. Instead think about why I'm saying this.

You all say I'm boastful, but yet are braggarts yourself, talking about how much the shit you'll be in the future and also how proud you are for turning down a job that I took. No, those two aren't the only examples I can cite, I'm just too lazy and quite frankly, those two occasions are the ones most prevalent in my mind right now.

I'm also particularly mad at some of you for complaining that I'm saying I work for a ~~A REALLY HUGE!~~ company when I really didn't. Well, then, explain why my payslip comes from said company, and explain why, oh why does my contract have the name of said company on it?

Well, since you aren't satisfied with my ~~lying~~ "exaggeration", how's this? I NOW DO WORK FOR THAT COMPANY! That's right, that's fucking right, I was transfered into another team, under which the account is under said company.

But I digress, so it's time to get back to the matter at hand. So I'm boastful huh? Okay fine, so what if I am always talking about how cool my job is or how cool my new toy is? You want to feel inferior, up to you; but most friends would also enjoy my newfound toy with me and not complain about how he/she doesn't have it. Oh, boo hoo hoo.

AND let me say that you are guilty of the same thing. You are all boastful as well, you with your "I'm so proud for turning down that job because it's just one account" and "Oh, I got a free car and a free drum set" and "Oh, I'm so bored in Australia" and "We fired him! Get me kuachi to tell you the story" and "..." okay, I can't think of any other whines I've heard at all now but I know there's a whole lot more. You all do it! So it is my god-given right to yak my mouth off to make myself feel better.

You say I talk about nothing related to what you're talking about, well how about filling me in then? "Oh sure, we'll tell you what it's about when we feel like it" then I'm just gonna talk inane bullshit some more until you do then so shut up, kthxbai.

You know, at least I don't claim I'm not a braggart. Hell, I know I am; it's an impulse I can't control, so if you don't want to hang out with me? Pfft, fine by me bitches. Your loss anyway.

So, here's my vow to you; I won't call you, so whenever you feel like coming out or perhaps even talking to me, YOU can give ME a call instead of the other way around. That's a way better deal for me because then, we'll see who's the real friend here and who isn't plus I save on phone bills.

Until then, think about this letter and the context it was written. Sure it was written in rage, but it was also written with love. Although you'd think it was written with love for myself. If you do, fuck you. If you don't.. well.. I am at a loss for a response..

Kthxbai,
Arin Askandar @ Kiruna Kenosawa @ The Fired Friend (Yeah, fuck you too)

P/S If you all want to think of this as a perfectly good reason to burn the bridges, by all means, please do. The last thing I need in life are fake friends like you. But if you have even learned an ounce from the 20 odd years of life, you would be able to recognize this as a reason to discuss the issues and although this is posted on my blog, no names were published nor was this post pinged in projectpetalingstreet, so no one but those who stumble here randomly and you are reading this.

HARPY NEW REAR!!!11one

2006-01-01T00:14:00.000+08:00

You know what I love most about my place? It's the balcony, especially at night.

I especially love it when it's a really special night because I get to see some of the coolest fireworks displays from my balcony. Today I got a real eyeful; 10 fireworks displays going off simultaneously, a full 180 degrees of night sky filled with sparkling lights and once silent skies filled with back to back explosions.

And it's times like these that I like to reflect on my life. So, since every other blogger is doing it, here's a freaking summary of my life in 2005:

Had a freaking good time interning at McCann Erickson. Got my first taste of advertising as well as got a campaign under my belt at such an early stage. I am indeed fortunate.
Also had my first taste of blogging with my Internship blog, which served as part of my annual report. Why blog it? Because disks and thumbdrive, as stable as they may be, can also corrupt data. At least on the net, it's safe from digital wear and tear.
Celebrated my first anniversary with my then girlfriend Khim, which was shortlived since she was busy in Brunei while I stayed in KL
Said girlfriend came down for KL's Shopping Carnival to which she spent, I think, more on me than herself. Manhood felt under threat.
Prepared for my last and final semester, organized and executed a Breast Cancer Awareness Campaign among Youths and managed to get a good grade for it. But I still felt I could have done better on my part and for that I apologize to all my group members, if they're reading this.
Lost my grandmother, in the midst of the campaign. Depression begins to creep in.
Campaign done and finished, we celebrated with a pot luck and had fun as a group. Sure it wasn't much, but nothing beats chilling with 12 people around a table full of food.
Broke up with Khim. A decision that I have always regreted but it was all said and done.
Met a new friend, Xiao's sister. For some particular reason, she would affect me a lot for the rest of the year.
Joshua returned from Brisbane. The mainstay of the Dizfunqtional crew initiates contact with his old crew and proceeds to execute Operation: Surprise! where only me and Lionel knew he was returning. Even his parents didn't know.
Old gang returns to its old glory. Blogging takes a toll as schedule gets busier and busier.
Interviewed and got a job with Arc WorldWide, an affiliate company of Leo Burnett, one of the top performing agencies in Malaysia.
Something happens between me and xiao's sister, lots of things said. Not even my own mother could have made me feel as bad as I did.
Lost a few friends, depression furthered and for that, I lost friends.

So, 2005 ended real badly for me. I'm really trying my best to mend the ties, starting with Xin because.. I don't really know why really. All I know is that I'd hate to lose her as a friend. So hopefully, I won't lose one next year. I'd like to thank you for reading through this, it's something not many bloggers do really but I appreciate it, I really do.

A whole new life...

2005-12-22T23:38:00.000+08:00

Who would've thought that finishing my studies would open up a whole new life for me? I'm now 21, am well on the way to receiving my degree and now, I've got a new job. But those aren't the reasons I have been missing out on my blogging these days. No, it's a whole other reason which, for personal reasons, shall not be named here. All I can say is that I'm slowly sorting my shit out.

Joshua's back from Brisbane and the Dizfunqtional group is now more active than ever, except for Terence, who is extremely busy with work, and Barry, who isn't as busy but has to work nonetheless. In the past month, we've been doing shit that I would probably never thought of doing when we were all separated (i.e. dangling on the belay line while rock climbing, hitting each other like lil' pendulums, waddling like penguins in the pool). So take my little hiatus as an occasion to do stupid shit in my life before I start working.

In 2 weeks time, I start at Leo Burnett (Well, actually it's Arc Worldwide, but they're associated with LB) as a Brand Integration Executive, which is just a fancy name for 'Man Who Runs Around Office'. I was explained about the difficulties during my interview such as late nights (been there..) and working weekends (done that too..)

It's final, definitely final. I went to the office to sign the employment contract and met the team and all so I start in 2 weeks time. So now it's time to grow up and start being serious in life. I'm still trying to get some form of order in my life; have to get a new suit, a new bank account and a new car to look for and not to forget the new handphone line I have to get; I've been using my Penang line for too long already; it's time to change that.

You want to know what the funniest thing is? After my exams, a friend asked me when I would be looking for a job. I answered, "March next year, cause I wanna bum around before I die!"

Didn't think I'd be one of the earliest fuckers to get a job... Damn...

Long Overdue Post

2005-12-11T20:37:00.000+08:00

Wow, it has been awhile since I last posted. I don't know why really; I've been getting a lot of ideas to post but I lack the mood to type one up or I procastinate it but end up not doing it anyway. A part of me feels like crap while another feels like nothing has changed.

I suppose that the fact that it began as a long distance relationship helped me mainly because, well, I was always alone to begin with, just that I was the boyfriend to someone who wasn't around most of the time.

Ah well, good friends, good company and a good drink; the cure to a lonely heart as many would say.

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What is the Malaysian Dream? Anyone? No, seriously. We have an American Dream, why not a Malaysian one? For my friend who just came back from Australia, it's to be able to eat nasi lemak on the left hand while painting with the right.

The man behind the pictures...

2005-12-01T02:51:00.000+08:00

I spent some time today, cleaning out my closet when I found a collection of pictures that I kept since I was in high school. They're all I have left of what was once my days as a high school student and now, as a college student.

The pictures I liked looking at the most was the group shot of my entire class in college for the Mass Colympics. I went through each and every face, reciting each and every one of their names in my head. They were my diploma class and they were probably the most fun bunch of people to hang out with. I'm sure that if they'd look at the picture (I made copies for them) they'd be thinking all about the whole day and trying to do the same thing as I was; naming everyone in the picture.

But there's one thing missing. I'm not in it. Not one single picture has me in it, not a single group photo, not a single action shot, not even a single picture of me with my friends in it. It was the curse of the photographer; always being the one to take part in the activities but never in any photos, never in any of the memories of those who were also there that day.

This brings me to the gist of my post: Who am I? I am the man behind the pictures, the man who'll always remember the days but not be remembered himself. I am the man who will disappear from your memories with each passing moment, because I am cursed to be this way. I am the man who will never be named, because I'm not in the picture, I'm the man behind it.

And I will be forgotten...

My Chaotic Life

2005-11-28T04:37:00.000+08:00

It's 4.30am right now and I am still awake. Despite the fact that I've only had 3 hours worth of sleep within the last 24 hours, I am still unable to sleep. Too much plagues my mind right now.

All of a sudden, my whole life went from stable and steady to one that is completely topsy turvy and chaotic, pulling me in all sorts of direction. This isn't the first time, but it has been a long time since I've felt this sort of chaos in my heart.

There are times when I find it difficult to breathe, the cause of which I have yet to ascertain, and times when I find that my mind cannot focus at all on anything and times when I refuse to sleep, although I know I want to, for fear of the dreams that might come with it.

Well, there's that and then there's also the fact that Joshua's coming home from Brisbane today and I've got to pick him up. PSYCHE!!!

Happy Birthday YOU OLD FUCK!! Pt. 2

2005-11-26T23:04:00.000+08:00

Right, in my previous post, I mentioned that it was Sher Win's birthday and I even called him an old fuck. I also mentioned that my birthday was 19 days away, so guess what? It's that day! SO HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, YOU OLD FUCK!!!

That's right, I turned 21 yesterday! And yes, that picture was taken whilst i was wasted and I just woke up. Why? Nursed this:

At the stroke of midnight.. Ahh, legal beer..

That was of course, right after a sudden, and unexpected request to escort Xin, Xiao's older sister to the Malaysian Video Awards friday and me, being the very free (as in, I really have nothing to do) man that I am, said okay. Why not? I loved to see these type of things, I attended the Gunn Report during my tenure with McCann Erickson, I wanted to attend the Kancil Awards but I missed out on it. Although it isn't really advertising related videos, but hell, it's a free movie, as Xin so bluntly puts it.

But the speaker.. was.. BORING!!! Seriously, I was going to fall asleep before the damn thing started!

Haish, but I lasted through it. Some videos were really good and I mean seriously good. Had a few favorites, but if only I could remember the names, eheh. Ah well, had a nice time though, got to go out, take my mind off the chaos that is my life.

But that was Friday night, this is my birthday! So, I wake up reallll early, like 6.30am cause LIONEL FREAKING CALLED ME!! Wei, kawan, not school day okay?? I know la you wanna wish me happy birthday, but 6.30 am man? like 7 people beat you to the wish already. But thanks anyway, dude. At least not like my parents, they totally forgot.

Hint like crazy that it was my birthday and they still didn't get it. Mahai, they even tried to coverline when I told them they forgot my birthday.

Fell asleep, woke up at 10am, did my usual thing in the morning and went to meet the emo xiao for lunch.

Look at that, isn't that the most emo look you can get? Especially from when standing on the escalator?

Anyway, to move on, Xin, having woken up too late for her script writing workshop (Not my fault ar, I already gave you wake up call you don't wanna wake up your problem) And she joins us, then Xiao grabs the camera and decides to camwhore a bit

And she had to take that picture. You can see the blurdy pink bags I'm carrying! They bought shoes wei and they made me carry them! Wei, whose birthday wei??!

Right.. Anyway, That's all for that day, didn't do much after that. Meh, slowest birthday ever..

"Dude, Where's my Question Paper!!??"

2005-11-24T15:14:00.000+08:00

Today has got to be a first for me. I woke up at 7am, to wake up Lionel and then I fell asleep and woke up at 8am myself. No, that's not the gist of this post.

No, no.. the gist is, I had an Effective Reading exam at 9am today. So I hastily got ready and drove to college. I got there just in time to see Mr. Justin briefing my classmates who were already in there.

Jadi, masuklah aku (So, in I go) into the class and took my seat where my answer sheet laid, waiting for me to stab it with my pen and write inane nonsense.

"Okay, you may begin answering the questions" said the chief invigilator, who noted that the exam was now starting on his check pad.

Slowly I flipped through the sheet of paper that was under my desk just before and I flip and flip and I found no question. "Mahai..." I muttered as I put down the paper. Of course la, I thought that maybe it was just my paper, but then I looked around, everyone else also couldn't find.

"Sir, where's the question paper?"

"It's there on your table..."

"No it isn't. It's just text, no questions"

"Odd.."

Yeah, no questions. So after a few minutes, guess what? USM didn't send us the question papers!

Now, imagine if you will, a class of students, some of them are already working and they took a short leave before they had to run off to work again, were sitting for an exam with no questions.

Bugger, I know la it's effective reading, but takkan want to test us to read right? Chi seen! So me and Lionel made jokes!

"So how ar if they don't have the question paper here?" <-- Me

"Of course la they courier!"

"Hahaha, don't tell me have to wait for 5 hours for exam paper"

"Where got, you see la got courier with RXZ flying down the North-South Highway at 200kmph. 2 hours already he's here"

Wah lau, happy la that courier if he could do that. Career opportunity. I can just imagine the conversation:

Chief Examiner: Mat, I need you to send this exam paper to Taylor's College.

Mat: Huh? Where's that?

Chief Examiner: It's in KL

Mat: Huh??

Chief Examiner: Do what you have to, but these papers have to reach Taylor's College by today!

Mat: Okay boss! Boleh ambik RXZ saya tak?

Chief Examiner: Take it la, up to you...

And then those of you travelling the North-South Highway will find a smiling blur flying past you at 200kmph.

HAHAHAHAHAHA

Relevant Links:
Biggest Joke of The Year - Cyber-Red

I Miss the Days...

2005-11-22T23:18:00.000+08:00

Being on holiday, and recently single, has given me time to really reflect on my life. I don't really know whether it's the lonely apartment or the ulcer in the back of my mouth talking, but I miss the days...

When I would sit down with my parents for dinner

When I could go through life without worrying about anything at all

When all I had to do was make a phone call and one of my parents would be here to comfort me

When I didn't have to think about what to do past 5 minutes of when I was thinking

When I was the one doling out advice on how to get that girl to all my friends but yet was hopeless myself

When the world seemed so much more like a happier place

When policemen were honest, or at least when I didn't realize that they weren't

When I could trust everyone and not worry about a thing

When I used to think that Love had actual meaning

What the hell happened to me? When did my entire world fall apart? Am I going insane?
I really have no idea anymore...

Harry Potta' and Da' G!

2005-11-19T22:04:00.000+08:00

You wanna know what I love about going to the movies? It's the way they shorten the names of the movies in the tickets. I've seen some very weird ones but somehow this one struck me. I went to see Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire today. No reviews cause I wasn't really analyzing anything, just admiring Hermione in a dress (Bah! but I digress. Anyway, while waiting for the line to be let through, I notice the name of the movie on the ticket.

So, now what would the G on the ticket signify? Obviously it'd first be:

But nope, first thing that ran in my mind was Harry Potter and the G Unit and quite frankly, I blame that train of thought for the next picture:

As usual, pictures of Harry Potter do not belong to me, not does the picture of G-unit, but that last one and the first picture is my work and is thus watermarked as so. You Harry Potter fans who take offense to this, talk to GSC for writing the ticket the way they did. AHAHAHHAHAHA

I'm So Sorry, So Very Sorry

2005-11-18T21:39:00.000+08:00

I write this with a very heavy heart, but it has to be written. I would like to first say that I acknowledge that the actions described below are indeed jerkish and I do so deserve the title, but in my defense, I didn't really want it to end the way it did, but it did in the end.

Today, at 9.00pm Malaysian Time, I ended my 17 month relationship to a wonderful girl, Khim. She didn't do anything to provoke this ending, it was entirely my decision and I take full responsibility for my actions. I never thought that I'd feel the way I do, but I do nonetheless.

Why did it have to end? For one, she lives in Brunei, a place that I would probably not set foot in for a million years for lack of resources. Sure she comes to Malaysia every once in awhile, but in the 17 months we've been together, I've only been with her for 2 weeks, physically. I know it's a little materialistic but I am a man and I do have needs. I can't go out and do Single's activities because I'm not single anymore nor can I go out and do Couple things because, well, I don't really have a girlfriend handy to go out with.

Another reason is that I am graduating soon and I will start working shortly after. Thus I will more likely be concentrating more on my career than anything else and in so doing, knowing how the advertising industry works, will not have much time for her and that wouldn't be fair to either of us.

The last reason is that, well, I haven't really been introduced to the family, or at least the family doesn't know that I am in fact in her life. It could be a race thing, she being chinese and me, of course, a malay and her parents being your average conservative family would mean that they won't exactly be happy with her decision to date me.

I know it's selfish of me to break up with her for reasons that are so dumb, but I have worried about it for a long time, especially during our first year anniversary when neither of us could be together on that special day of our relationship. 1 year we lasted and I really couldn't have been happier if she could be here or I could be there for her. But I wasn't born privileged, or at least privileged enough to be able to fly to Brunei on a whim and her father doesn't want her to come here because.. well, she doesn't really have reason to...

So if you women want to call me selfish or you guys wanna call me Whipped, do so but know this, I loved and still love her very much. I regreted having to make the call, I regret making that call, and I know I'll forever regret making that call. But nonetheless, it was made and I have to live with that.

Kitty in the hole!

2005-11-17T20:40:00.000+08:00

So, I was driving to my local Giant Hypermarket today when out of the blue, something white came out from under this Harrier in front of me. Now a quick glance would tell me it's something light, until i saw it's eyes.

Yes, it's eyes. It was at that moment that I also saw its mouth and nose and recognized it to be a little kitten. "Oh my GOD!" I screamed and swerved to the right to avoid from turning the poor furry little thing into street pancake. I did well to, the poor frightened little kitten rolled on and on, avoiding more cars (OMG!) and finally landing near the sidewalk.

It was probably the most frightening thing in my life and a nightmare come true, especially since I'm a cat owner. I've often kept my cat away from the front door, teaching her to keep away from it, but she never listens and still keeps peering out of the grill. A cat's curious, what can I say but for the time being, that's as far as her fat furry body goes.

Anyway, I turn the car around, stopping it by the side, looking for the poor kitten, wondering if it might need medical help and if so, I have a regular vet that could probably help out. But to my surprise, it wasn't there anymore. I have no idea what happened. My cat, as a kitten, had been frightened before and she couldn't move for the longest time (3 hours) and that was just from lightning. This cat's gone under a SUV and was nearly crushed by 2 other cars, mahai, how the hell could it still be moving.

There are only two conclusions I can come up with is:
a) Some good samaritan stopped by before I got there to pick up the kitten, presumably for medical care or
b) This cat, being a genetically-engineered Super Cat with absolutely no fears, managed to get up and run away from the scene of the accident before I got there.

Sigh, I can't really blame anyone for this; for all I know the Harrier driver did swerve to avoid the cat, thinking that going in between the tires is still okay. The cat, being a cat, was probably careless but it'd be silly to blame a cat now wouldn't it? Sure, my cat gets blamed for messing up the house but it's still me cleaning up the place.

Traumatic experience yes. It's a vivid reminder of why I keep the blurdy furball in the house at all times.

To Take Down a Plagiarist

2005-11-16T14:53:00.000+08:00

Wow, I didn't expect this to happen but a full fledged war has been declared on Kahsoon.com by just every major player in the Malaysian blogosphere.

All this as a response to his threatening to sue Rojakz. And he cites he knows internet law. Oh wow, a plagiarist talking about internet law and how he's going to sue someone for it.

He's been a walking target for lawsuits for such a long time and now he's getting it right in the cojones. Petitions have been drawn up, buttons made, this is definitely a cause not to be passed.

Aww, and he even made a whiny post asking people to give him a break. OH WOW, he's begging for a break, he must be f0rgiven!!11one. Oh please, he never gave anyone a break, so why should we? Summore ar, he claims that if we're not using WordPress, we should just STFU. Oh wow, you use WordPress? Oh gee, that's right, we should all get on our knees and bow to you right? Fuck you! Using wordpress doesn't make you a better blogger, it's just software, a bunch of code put together to make a superior blogging management system. Did you write the code? I don't think so.

No, what makes a blogger is the capability to churn out ORIGINAL content that reflects what you want to say; it is about typing using more than just three buttons on the blurdy keyboard! So what if he has tons of visitors per month? Means nothing if they're just there for like 3 second, see that it's just a waste of time and then they move their lil' arrows to that nice small X on the top right corner of the window to close it.

Now go sign the blurdy petition!

Other sites that have commented on this issue:
Sign the Petition Againsts KahSoon.com - Alex Allied
Voice out for a Cause - Fading Sanity, Cyber-Red
KahSoon.com become most hate in PPS - Paul Ooi
Kahsoon's HottestBlogger.com threatened - Rojak's Daily

Exams!

2005-11-15T11:57:00.000+08:00

ARGH! God damn it, I had an Islamic Civilization paper yesterday and I've just got one thing to say about it; IT'S A FUCKING KILLER! Bloody hell, already failed it once last semester (Got a C-) and now I'm wondering am I doomed to fail again? By my calculations, I've got 50% of the answers correct, BUT they'll minus a 1/4 of a mark for every wrong answer I put on. How fucking unfair is that?

Of course, that's just a blooming rumor.. I'm not sure how true it is. Some people say they don't, some people say they do. All I know is that USM cut my marks for my Accounting paper for every wrong answer. Why? Because apparently we were outperforming the Students in USM when it came to those papers. So to fit all these high marks into the Bell Curve, they had to cut down based on the wrong answers. What gives USM the right to do this? I'm under their franchise program in Taylor's College, where I can study in english and where I don't have to touch a single BM dictionary for a long long time.

Sigh, All I can do is hope that I pass or if I don't, it's another semester for me...

A Nice, Quiet Potluck

2005-11-13T16:21:00.000+08:00

Ahh, never had so much fun before last night. Had a little pot luck to celebrate the last day of classes and a sad farewell to the classmates. And the best part is that I didn't have to bring anything; Everyone else brought so much stuff that I didn't have to, well, except the ice la. Takkan I be so bad that won't bring a thing.

Arrived at Brenda's place around 7.50 and lo and behold, everyone's not there yet. Crummy Malaysian Timing... Around 8.15 only people started coming; Zijill came with fruit! Watermelons, Papayas and Oranges; an assortment of sizes too!

We first started by cutting the watermelon, which I could not resist making a very crude joke in my mind.

Indeed!

Yeap, indeed it entertained me for awhile, but seeing as the three of us (the three being Zijill, Brenda and myself) have had no experience cutting watermelon and the girls didn't have the strenght to push the buther's knife into the watermelon, I did it, with almost disastrous effect; almost lobbed off me bloody finger, I did! But it got chopped in half, and then the girls shoved me off =( to cut it themselves. Aww, damn and I wanted to help out in the kitchen so much.

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Damn it Pam! I DID!!! (Meh, it's an insider joke, don't bother..)

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But doesn't that watermelon loookkk gooooddddd?

Anyway, getting that damn thing cut was one matter. We also had a friend's birthday that day which me and Zijill took a short walk to Secret Recipe to buy a slice of Chocolate Banana Cake for her. Aside from that, we had Potato Salad, McDonalds Chicken McNuggets (I know, I know..) Lemon Cream Peach Pie, and a weird Orange Juice + Sprite + Longan mixed punch..

And Huey-Ling was late with the main course.. like 3 hours late!! But we had a surprise for her when she came!

And to be blunt, she was very very excited. No really, she actually screamed "HAMSTER!!!!!" when she saw the present. And she didn't just scream it once, she screamed it plenty of times. Woke up the whole house too.

And then Zijill fed her her cake.

And Huey-Ling showed her appreciation:

Yeah, welcome to my world... It's full of lesbians apparently.. Sigh..

Blurdy Sick

2005-11-11T12:59:00.000+08:00

It's been more than a week and I'm still sick! My voice has improved though, at least I don't squawk like a parrot nowadays. Today I'm feeling particularly worse, probably cause of th extra Actifed I shoved into my mouth in the hopes that it'll hasten the healing process. Now I'm feeling real weak, so I'm off to bed.

Cough Syrup = Friend

Chicken Little | Curious set.. hmmm |RM0 Due for Astro Bill...

2005-11-09T09:16:00.000+08:00

All right, I went to Pyramid yesterday with a few friends to watch Chicken Little yesterday.

Overall, I found the story to be very entertaining though I found that Fish Out Of Water to be my most favorite characters (although he says nothing but gibberish all the time). Story as you all well know is about Chicken Little who had inadvertantly put a whole town into chaos because he thought the sky was falling.

However, the story just doesn't fall into that plot, there are several subplot lines to follow, like how (SPOILER!!!) he and his father had been distancing themselves from one another, there's also the hate between the town and him, and apparently, they even made a movie out of the poor guys mishap. I won't reveal the final plot to you because it'd just spoil it.

Overall, very entertaining with a motley crew of sidekicks and a love interest for the lil' chicken, as they go about trying to first get rid of that whole falling sky stigma that covered poor lil' chicken and then saving the world from a falling sky.

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Also, I found this on the cash machine display while buying popcorn. No, it wasn't mine, but I am curious... (LAME!)

So, what the fuck is a curious set??!!

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This is just one of those "What the fuck??" situations, especially if you've never dealt with bills before, like me.

Yeap, a reminder for me to pay RM 0 to Astro..

Happy Birthday You Old FUCK!

2005-11-07T09:32:00.000+08:00

Today is Sher Win's 21st Birthday! HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU OLD OLD FUCK!!! Okayla, I'm just 19 days away from you, fine lorrr, but until then, I'm calling you old fuck, okay?

Anyway, it's kinda early BUT we already celebrated his birthday back in Penang. See la you cibai, people fly back just for your damn birthday, parents can't even drag me back by car and I voluntarily fly back just to celebrate your not-so-birth day also. You better give my car a good polishing for this.

Woke up at 4 in the fucking ~~afternoon~~ morning just to drive to the fucking airport. Plane also damn late.

I'm sick summore okay?? Back paining all still can wake up, pack bag and fly off. You just lucky doctor said not dengue if not die lar you. Actually, more like I die, but I'll blurdy haunt you til you die sial.

Anyway, we went up to Genting Hill in Penang to go to a restaurant called Bukit Genting Hill (Hence, Genting Hill Hill). Tiu, name like that also can ar? Luckily the view is good, otherwise ar, won't even bother going up that narrow and steep mountain path. Speaking of which, Sher Win, you blurdy lucky the Honda Accord could fit if not we'd have to backtrack back home to pick up the Perdana and your Kelisa. Damn steep sial the hill, I was damn scared the Honda no power okay, and it was a fucking 2.4l engine.

In my altered state, I forgot to take a picture of the place but then again, there really wasn't much to take pictures of save for the view (which has absolutely nothing to do with the place).

Once we got there, it took 15 minutes for us to settle on a place to sit. Mahai! Got switched back and forth from veranda to hut to veranda to the main platform. All because some idiot doesn't know if the table was booked or not. Summore the first place we got wasn't good enough so when a table overlooking the balcony cleared, we jumped at the chance and sat!

But service was bad. really...

It took a blurdy long time for them to take our orders, even longer for the orders to arrive, and they BLURDY SCREWED UP THE DRINKS ORDER! They sent our jug of Chrysanthemum tea to another table, hence making us thirstier than when we arrived! Jibailan waiters! Some more the blurdy tables aren't really clean, the plates are even dirtier (we switched them 3 times!) and don't even get me started with the cups.

Summore this bugger had time to study!

The place had a lot of bugs crawling all over it as well. Siao, so the place ranks low for cleanliness, customer service and organization. You'd think that I'd walk out right? Nope, the food eventually came:

Now, doesn't that look good? It does, doesn't it? Looking at that just makes it worth the trip up there, but still doesn't make up for the bloody ~~Diservice~~ service or the time it took to bring the food out.

Beah! Nontheless, we were out of there immediately after we finished eating, took a few pictures and then we went straight to Sher Win's house for cake! Yay! Cake! Better yer, ICE CREAM CAKE!

Well, the cake actually read, "Happy 21st Birthday You Old Fart!" but they didn't even bother to spell fart right, instead it said, "Happy Birthday You old Fort!" Shit, now tell me where in that sentence does it make any sense now?

And while we were at Sher Win's house, tis time for a pillow fight!

Before and After

Funny stuff, really!

Anyway, to end it all off, here's some very good shots of the view of Penang from Bukit Genting Hill.

But this one is my best shot

And in the end.. the bugger's still studying...

(P.S. - I'm using a combination of Flickr and Blogger Photo Upload to bloody do this. Do be patient as I try to fucking figure out a better way of doing this...)

Blooooooooddddd~~!!

2005-11-06T11:05:00.000+08:00

Sigh, I just got back from my trip to Penang. Went back there just for my friend's birthday party which we drove up to Genting Hill Hill (Insider Joke!) for some Thai food. However, that's not what this post is about. Nope, it's about blood tests!

Mahai, went back to Penang first thing I do is go to the medical lab near my house to get my freaking blood tested for dengue (I had gotten it once and the symptoms I had were close to dengue) and lo and beholh; as usual, the guys doing the ~~stabbing~~ extraction couldn't find a proper vein, so we did it by touch.

"It'll be okay," he said, "Sure this one is a vein wan.." he said..

Big mistake. I got impaled 4 times! And all 4 couldn't draw blood. Tiu! Jab in the right elbow pit and couldn't find a vein, jab also not instantly take out wan, they'll fucking twist the needle around inside and jab jab jab summore until you scream blurdy murder. Okay, attempt 1: failed. But wait til you hear attempt 2.

This time, attack my right hand, palm down. Worse, they didn't hit a vein, they hit a fucking nerve! The pain nerve to be exact. So I was screaming even louder than before and they pulled out immediately. Attempt 2: fail

Attempt 3: This time, my left elbow pit. Tiu, worse, can't fucking find a fucking vein, so simply jab wan. Think wat?? Pin the tail on the donkey ar?? Siao la, ppl's arm okay?? Lucky it wasn't my ~~jerking off~~ writing hand. Shit man, hurts like crazy.

Attempt 4: My left hand this time. Shit la, these people wasting my time. Sit down there for 30 minutes trying to find a fucking vein to extract blood from. It's like my blurdy body has evolved to become unprickable. So they jab once more into where they think my vein is. Once again, they hit pure muscle. Fuck! I'm a vampire ar?? Until no fucking blood come out after 4 freaking ~~stabs~~ jabs!

Accident 1: So now I'm frustrated, technician 1 is frustrated and technician 2 is also frustrated. Technician 3 is out in front taking a phone call. Yes, it took 3 med technicians to bloody figure out where my freaking vein is. So now, Tech 1 has a bright idea, just bloody jab into my left hand, pray that they prick a vein and grab as much blood by sucking it out of the wound.

I'm going to curse now, FUCKING SHIT TIU NIA MA KANINEI CHIBAI LAN JIAO TIU NIA SENG!!!! took them a freaking good 5 minutes to finally prick into a vein only they didn't bother to pull out the needle. Oh nooo, they extracted (FINALLY!) fully with the needle inserted and good god did it hurt.

Shit, so now 4 parts of my body are in blurdy pain, and I've got to drive back to my house. Covered in plasters, I was covered in bloody plasters. Another 2 - 3 jabs and I could've called myself Jesus Christ crucified at the cross. Shit!

Result? No Dengue.. All that trouble for bloody nothing.

Selamat Hari Raya!

2005-11-03T09:06:00.000+08:00

Hey hey, it's finally over! I don't have to fast anymore, YAY! But on a more crappy note, I got sick on the last day of fast and of course, I was forced to break it, thus increasing the number of days I've skipped fasting to 4. Sigh, and also I'm sick on Raya day... How crappy is that? Here's the most Fantabulous part; my family members are away this year. Parents are in Nuremberg for a convention and brother's in the US doing his Masters thus leaving me to celebrate Raya all by my lonesome self.

Ah well, at least I get to skip out on the house to house visits.

LOL!!!11one Kingpin nipples!

2005-11-02T10:03:00.000+08:00

Hahahaha, just a short one to show you what was written on a Nissan X-trail Maintenance Log!

Hahahahahahahaha, I wonder what a real Kingpin would say...

HAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHHAHA!!! I know; I'm lame. Bite me!

Disclaimer: Kingpin of Crime image is the copyright of Marvel Comics.

Halloween Special; The Terror of TOA

2005-10-31T00:03:00.000+08:00

Gather 'round me children, for a story old and gray that tis a forgotten tale. This story belongs in the realms of the supernatural and the ghostly. It takes place in a time not far from now and in a place not far from here. Here, of course, being Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. ~~siao la you people! everything also got to explain~~

In the halls of TOA, lurked a spirit; whether it was a playful spirit or a vengeful one, nobody knew. All they knew was that whenever she appeared, someone would get slapped upside on the head so fast that they're eyeballs would bulge.

and the story begins with, "T'was the night before the night of hallows. T'was a stormy night, a dark night filled with thunder and lightning. In the dark halls of this art and design institution, a group of hapless students roamed, searching for the elusive spirit of TOA, who was rumored to wander the halls only once a year, on hallow's eve.

As they walked through the night, one of they shivered, "Do you think the legend's real?" Nervously, another replied, "My friend's friend got kena before la! Sure wan she in here!"

Then another, "Buden hor, what will we do if she comes wor? Not scared is it?" and another replied, "Of coursela scared, if not why we bring big group here!?"

"SHUT UP LA U KANASAIS!" a scream echoed through the dark hall. Shocked, the group turned, focusing their torches towards the source of the strange voice, only to find a girl, seated and smiling at them.

Don't be scared, it's just me with my sweet smile.

She was sweet, so sweet that the group, which consisted of mainly boys, fawned over her, asking her why she was there all by herself and that it was dangerous to be there since there was, "an awfully dangerous ghost so you better stick with me us"

Needless to say, the girls of the group were peeved, wondering who is this sudden uninvited guest and why is she suddenly here. As the guys continued to fawn over the girl, the young girl gave a goofy look.

Walalalalalalalala!

"She's transforming!" screamed one of the girls, over the din of groans and moans the girl was making, she was transforming; there was no doubt about it. And slowly she progressed and...

BWAHAHHHAHAHAHHA! YOU FOOLS!!!

It was too late, the transformation was complete. The next day, a group of 7 students were found unconscious, claiming to have been slapped upside in the head by the dreaded Terror of the TOA spirit. No one is safe from her mighty ghostly hand of ungodly justice..."

Releasing in November 2005 at a Cinema near you!

Kiru's First Review - Saeke Sushi!

2005-10-29T21:56:00.000+08:00

Yeap, having a digital camera now opens a lot of doors in terms of material to write about and now, I'm here to blog about what I love most, food.. oh wait, that's SWs line. I digress, so let's move on!

Thursday Night, me, SW and Eve went out for dinner, after a little pre-dinner shopping (pictures will come later), at Sakae Sushi in The Curve over at Damansara.

The decision was really a spontaneous one albeit a good one in the end. The place was quite nice, although the lack of light made it impossible to take a good picture without flash, but the atmosphere was nice and it was crowded too (remember my rule of thumb when it comes to choosing a place to eat?). Waiting was quite fast, we were lucky to get a seat as they just had a group leaving when we walked in.

The place was cool cause you didn't order from waiters (well, maybe drinks) but from an LCD screen attached to your table. Each table also has a hot water dispenser for your herbal tea packets. I didn't use it cause ~~I'm a pussy~~ I drank cold tea instead.

Anyway, we ordered the Superior Sushi Platter which had a ton of stuff on it.

And I also had the Unatama Don, (Grilled ~~penis~~Eel, fried eggs and rice)

The food was scrumptious, the salmon on the sushi was fresh and the Unatama Don was quite good, although to be fair, the only comparion I have is the Unagi Set in Sushi King seeing as that's the only other japanese place I've ever eaten.

But nonetheless, it was a seriously good meal. The three of us were very stuffed and I was fasting the whole day mind you. Nonetheless, I'd recommend you give Sakae Sushi a try if you've got a hankering for sushi. Although a few complaints to be had; the hot water dispenser gives off boiling hot water, don't get me wrong, I know that it's supposed to, but the mechanism is entirely too dangerous. A person could burn his finger because of the position of the push knob as well as the amount of force needed to get the water to flow.

Also, SW's Gyu Don came really really late and it really wasn't as good as Eve's Chicken Terriyaki Don or my Unatama Don. So I guess it's dependent on what you order I suppose. All in all, total came up to RM64.90 for a Center Meal + 3 individual dishes. T'was an okay price I suppose but a little too steep for me mainly because I was running short of cash. I'd recommend you go there though, if you got the cash.

After Saeke Sushi, we went to Swensen's for ice cream. Why swensen? Cause we cannnnn!

And then Evonne terrorized the Ice Cream Empire...

Now some funny highlights of the day:

Evonne got a ride on Ikea's Flatbed trolley. We had fun drifting around the cabinet section.

And Sher Win got high off sushi! LOLOLOLOLOLZZ!!111oneoneone

The Fall of The Ice Cream Empire

2005-10-28T01:04:00.000+08:00

Once upon a time, in a land far far away, there lived an empire so big that it practically maintained control over a majority of the continents of Earth. This empire was so big that many armies would bow down rather than face an inevitable defeat. This great empire was known as the Ice Cream Empire, and it controlled the world, which consisted of mainly two races, the ice cream people and.. the cherries.

The Cherries were an oppressed race, subservient to their icy masters willing; fighting for them, caring for them and even laughing at their ~~very very lame~~ jokes (They were made of ice and cream, you don't seriously expect them to be funny do you?)

Anyway, this oppression went on and on until one day, disaster struck the heart of the ice cream empire;

Evezilla emerged from her slumber deep in the oceans of cookies and milk and is now craving an icy delight, along with their delicious cherry slaves. Munched and munched she did, until the ice cream people retaliated to her swift attacks by sending an army of cherries against her, and they pushed her back to her domain but alas, this victory was short lived.

Evezilla soon returned, but this time she brought with her two of her monster breathen, stickzilla and camwhorezilla and they merrily had their way with the ice cream empire and its people. However, this time, the cherry people mustered all their strenght, coming up in arms to repel these gigantic invaders and eventually mustering the remnants of the ice cream empire's army to repel them all.

Unlike their previous attempt, the three monsters were slained and driven into hiding and the empire celebrated this huge victory. However, despite this momentous occasion, the cherry people found out that during this conflict, the ice cream people needed them more than they needed the ice cream people.

Soon enough, voices of revolution were whispered and then eventually screamed. The Ice Cream people initially tried to quell this machine of change but alas, the cherry people were very committed to their cause and slaughtered the ice cream army with magnifying glasses and really tiny flame throwers. Soon enough, the ice cream empire declared the cherry people a free race and were allowed to create their own country, named Cherryopia. With this declaration, they could finally claim independence from the ice cream empire.

The Cherry people continue living a free life today. But the Ice Cream people finally realized how much they needed the cherry people when...

Yeap, Evezilla returned and decimated the Ice Cream Empire in one chug...

The End

Pussy's Fort & Lesbian Dates!

2005-10-26T22:23:00.000+08:00

Right, today will be a picture laden post simply because I've got a new camera and I'm itching to camwhore. For those of you thinking that I'll not stop doing this, trust me, I will. Given my track record with new toys, I'll get bored of it soon enough.

First up, we have my cat Neko (no, not a typo) and her lil' fort. Yes, she has a little fort in which she hides,plots againsts my doom (which entails biting my toes while I sleep), and sleep ~~sleep sleep sleep sleep sleep sleep.. stupid cat sleeps too much~~. It's a rather simple and novel hiding spot for her (among her MANY hiding spots around the house; I swear there are times she just seems to disappear into another dimension until she's hungry); just a simple chair and towel (which explains all the cat fur that sticks on me after I towel myself dry from a shower)

See, so nice and comfy with two places to seek shade in!

See, now isn't that cute? HUH HUH HUH?? Well, ~~even if she IS probably plotting my demise for the ever unattainable bag of kitty treats,~~ she's still cute.

So, after my cat's little photo-taking session (which she didn't appreciate, she almost busted my new cam!) I went to pyramid, in the hopes of getting a rechargable battery that has 2500 mAh. I don't know why I'm looking for it, all I know is that batteries with 2500 mAh tend to last very long and that was from a friend. Alas, I didn't find it, but I did find them:

TWO LESBIANS ON A DATE!!!11one

They were so nice to pose like this while I ~~secretly~~ took their photo. How do I know they're lesbians? They watched ~~PORN!~~ 'GOAL!' the movie. Uh huh, girls watching 'Goal!' are lesbians.. yeap yeap... OF COURSE THEY'RE NOT ~~STRAIGHT!~~LESBIANS!, they're just my classmates PRETENDING to be lesbians. Anita and Zijill are probably the two most open lesbians I've ever known if they indeed are playing for the other side...

Okay, enough playing. Tomorrow gotta go buy the damn rechargable battery + charger cause I'm starting to run out of batteries for this one already. Haish!

Kiru's Got a New Digital Camera; It's camwhoring time!

2005-10-24T23:04:00.000+08:00

Woo hoo! Went to Low Yat today to buy a spanking brand new digital camera to replace that dodgy handphone camera I always use. At least this time the pictures will come out wayy better. Today a surprise contender came as I browsed through the camera shops. It was originally between the Nikon 7600 (which was all bad, btw) and the Casio EX-Z110. Who knew that I'd walk away with neither of them but instead with....

The Casio EX-Z120! It's the 7.2 megapixel big brother of the Z110, a surprise contender since I didn't know it existed until the time I went to purchase the cam.

Problems with the Nikon 7600 is that, despite the fact that the brand name should've been enough to make me want it, it simply had the 7.1 mp quality as an advantage over Casio. I was so prepared to buy the Nikon until I saw the Z120. Casio outperforms the Nikon in terms of shutter lag, load-up time, and also shutter lag; Trust me, I tested them both, at the same time. By the time my friend's casio got ready for the next shot, the nikon was still processing the image.

Anyway, getting that out of the way, IT'S CAMWHORING TIME!!!!11

Kiru and his RM16 deck of cards which he uses to stump Sher Win, a LOT!

"Hmph!" snorted the snobbish cat, ignoring the camwhoring owner.

But I think the most awesome feature of this camera is that I get to play around with the shutter priority settings to create this:

Wahahahaha, Ghost in the house!

Okay! Enough taking pictures, this damn thing currently runs on Alkaline batteries, which I will change to rechargable NiMH ones once I have the cash to purchase a set. Another thing, at 7.2mps, the picture sizes translate to a whopping 4.5MB of data. Woot!

Regrets

2005-10-23T23:03:00.000+08:00

Everyone has regrets, right? I have a few of my own, which, after looking through a lot of my friend's friendster page, I wish I could change.

For one, I wish I had waited for that reply from RMIT before applying to enter Taylor's College to finish my Bachelors degree locally. It is and has always been my biggest regret in my life; I missed out on the opportunity to study at a prestigious university in a city that's known for its ~~fucking expensive prices!~~ extravagant and often expensive lifestyle. But I would have made it, I always have and I've also been known to excel at almost anything I endeavour in. If only I hadn't listened to my father, who insisted on me going to Taylor's College as some sacrificial pig to his beloved USM franchise program. For god's sake, I didn't want to go to Taylor's, I wanted to get out of this fucking country. Yes, I'm still bloody patriotic about Malaysia, but I haven't seen the outside of these walls for 18 years and I wanted out! Yes, I do get the occasional trips overseas with my parents but those are too few and short to satisfy my curiosity.

Secondly, I regret not taking up the offers from the colleges in Perth; ECU, Murdoch, etc. I had a lot of offers, but I didn't take up on them, opting instead to wait for the RMIT offer, which didn't materialize until I registered for the classes in Taylor's College. My mom has tried to be supportive of me, but there was also the uncertainty about living overseas; would I be able to cope with living by myself (which is redundant because I already do live alone in this place anyway) or cope with the lack of Internet services in the campus (hey, I can't live without my internet, okay? I'm a junkie, ~~sue me~~) or even if I'm able to survive there. I'm highly anti-social and I don't take initiatives to make friends; I usually wait for other people to make the first move to get to know me.

That's the third regret; I'm freaking anti-social. Seriously! At a time it was because of a girlfriend, but then I just got too lazy to mix with society. But I've been trying to change that; going out for more activities with friends and the like. But the damage had been done, and a lot of bridges have been burned due to my neglect.

But out of the many regrets, there is just one that remains in my mind; The day I decided to let Nora go. Too many times the What-If's have remained in my head; what if I had taken her back? What if I didn't lose my top? What if, what if, what if! And with that, I broke her heart. A part of me wishes I could change that, but the other part of me tells me I can't and I now have to face the music. I screwed up; plain and simple, there's no excuse around it and now, all I can do pray it never happens to another woman whom I care about deeply again.

You wanna know what the funny thing about regret is? You never really know you have them until you stop, look back and realize all the things you're missing if you had chosen another path.

Sigh, why the fuck am I so emo today??!!!

When powerful people are just humans

2005-10-20T13:05:00.000+08:00

The Prime Minister's wife just passed away this morning and for this, I offer my condolences. I know how hard it is to lose a loved one; No matter how much you prepare for it, it'll always hit you hard, especially if the person meant a lot to you in life.

The newspapers are reporting that the PM would not let this affect his performance in his responsibilities to the country but he is still human after all. We wouldn't blame him even if he's been neglecting his responsibilities; he lost his mother in 2004 and now he's lost his wife. We can't deny that we'd break down under such circumstances.

This is when even the most powerful of men are human.

An Idiotic Lawyer Who Couldn't

2005-10-19T09:32:00.000+08:00

Hi there, I'm here today to ~~highlight a very important issue of screwing around with promises and pretending to be all-knowing~~ poke jokes at a fucking idiot's expense. For those who don't follow, there is a lawyer named Jack Thompson in the United States that advocates that games are the leading cause of violence in society.

Now, as a gamer, I really take offense but he's ~~a very smart 'Personal Injury Lawyer'~~ an idiot, so I take it with a pinch of salt. Recently, he had made a modest proposal in his open letter to the gaming industry; Make his game and he'll donate 10,000 USD to a charity. Countless of people took up that challenge, made games and mods and now he's backing down from the agreement stated on the letter; he claimed it was all satire and now he blames gamers for not being able to catch his ~~idiotic attempt at making jokes~~ so-called wit.

But now, in a twist that can only be called irony, gamers Tycho and Gabe of Penny Arcade fame have given 10,000 USD of their own money. The Kicker? They donated it under his ~~lying, fucking retarded and idiotic~~ name.

This guy is beyond idiotic! He was put on CNN to comment on Midway's new football game and he goes and says, "the NFL wouldn't allow them to use their names, so that says something" but the fact is, EA bought the rights to the NFL name for their games, so Midway went with another name! It's amazing that an idiot like that can be a lawyer. So to all future lawyers out there: PLEASSEEE don't turn out to be an idiot like this one? All he does is babble incoherent nonsense and scream "I'M G0NNA SU3 J0000001!!!!1111ONEONE" when someone challenges him.

And Jack Thompson, if you ever come here, Fuck you, and fuck your idiocy because you obviously can't say anything smart at all, you can't defend yourself without threatening to sue (yeah, like he'd have a case at all) and you are an ambulance chaser (My lil' name for Personal Injury Lawyers), that's right, an AMBULANCE CHASER! The lower echelon of all the forms of law that can be taught. Probably the most damning of all is that you are NOT a man of your word and you do NOT have the cojones to part with even a piddly 10k USD when just two gamers are willing to. That, you retard, makes you an idiot.

Below are some really funny comics that shows the gaming community's reply to his 'modest proposal'.

Sourced From: CTRL+ALT+DEL Online

Sourced From: Penny Arcade

Photo's From Switzerland!

2005-10-17T20:15:00.000+08:00

You wanna know where to take the best photographs? Where every single snap of the camera will result in the msot beautiful of shots? Geneva, Switzerland. I was fortunate enough to be able to go there as part of my parent's entourage to a Inventions Expo to which I found a lil' lacking if not for the women that came to visit, but that is another story for me to remember.

Anyway, I found that the best places to take a picture is along the banks of the Geneva Lake. Why? Cause you can take pictures of this:
This was one of those pictures taken at the right time. Well, either that or that goose/swan/something was very very cooperative. It was 2 years ago, I can't remember but this is for sure, that swan/goose/something, sure was nice about me taking a picture. Mind you, I took it with a 1.3 megapixel digital video camera and it still came out great; No photoshopping necessary.

Another one was of this duck. Now this was a opportunity catch.. For some reason I took pictures of birds on this day.. I never did understand why...

And then there was this island, I just put it in cause the picture looks good with the lighting and all. Sue me, I like my own work!

And this last shot was cause I couldn't resist the irony of it all. BWahahaha, Taken in Harrod's Department Store, London!

All right, that's all I got for today! G'bye!

(P/s - Today's the debut of the picture stamp that I designed with the help of Good-Tutorials.com)

My First Ramadhan Bazaar

2005-10-15T23:38:00.000+08:00

That's right; in the 4 years I've lived in Shah Alam, I've never been to a bazaar. Embarassing wei! Almost 21 and still never go bazaar by myself wan. Well, I've been to one but I never did buy anything, just browsing. Anyway, as usual I do my 'recon' work, browsing the shops, looking at what they sell and most importantly the number of people standing in line.

It's important because my rule of thumb for a place with really good food is to look not for the number of people seated, but the number of people standing. The more people, the better the food. Why? You're obviously willing to wait so long for the food and the people behind you also one more; dah la line so fucking long, but still want to stand behind you. So, obviously the food's that fucking great.

So as I browse around, I pre-select all the stalls I'll go buy from in my head, carefully marking their positions mentally so that I'd know what to hunt for. Anyway, bought some small pastries lopez de sequera (I don't know how it's spelled!), 10 sticks of satay, more pastries (kaya filled goodies!) 1 plastic bagful of watermelon juice and 1 whole roasted chicken.

I would have gone for the honey glazed roasted chicken but then hor,

THIS HAPPENED!!! ~~BLOODY FUCKING MACHAUHAI TIU NIA MAN KNNCCB!!!~~ I was so looking forward to the honey glazed one. Damn! Anyway, if you look at the picture carefully, you can see a blue and white check patterned tablescloth; that was the table I was going to.

The line near that table, is the line to the honey glazed chicken at the stall next to the one I was going to. Mind you, I was further behind than where that shot was taken. So the damn chicken is obviously so fucking good that people actually risked getting caught in the rain!

(Mental Note: Get there EARLIER!!!)

So off I went, dejected at the prospect of not having the prescious honey glazed roasted chicken. (man I say it so many times, it's gotta be good). Anyway, for you guys living in Shah Alam and ~~STILL!~~ don't know where the place it, go to Stadium Melawati, at the side facing Giant Hypermarket, you so totally can't miss it.

URL's Changed!

2005-10-12T22:11:00.000+08:00

Yeah! The URL's been changed! Yay! Damn it! oxymoronic.blogspot.com was taken, and ~~IT'S BEEN FUCKING INACTIVE FOR 2 FUCKING YEARS!!! GOD DAMN FUCKERS CAN'T BLOODY GIVE UP THE URL NOW CAN THEY??!!!~~ it's a god damn shame I suppose.

Next up is a change in the layout, but that is a long term project reserved for when I have my holidays and a ton of free time. And here's a random chat about oxymorons:

Miles says:
you do know whats oxymoron right>?
134k4 - DiZFunQTioNaL says:
yeap
134k4 - DiZFunQTioNaL says:
i do
Miles says:
actually its putting two words of total opposite meanings together on purpose
Miles says:
like Prison of Freedom
134k4 - DiZFunQTioNaL says:
hee hee, prison of freedom
Miles says:
Cruel kindess
134k4 - DiZFunQTioNaL says:
sounds like something the US would create

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAH!

A Rastafarian Annoyance | 'Tongue' Lashing

2005-10-12T21:07:00.000+08:00

Okay, what is up with the radio ads these days? I hear stupid Jamaican-wannabes who try their best to sound as rastafarian as they can possible! Especially for MBF Cards and Celcom. I don't know about you, but last I checked, Reggae died with Bob Marley! The closest we've got to reggae nowadays that's popular is Sean Paul but at least he brings in a different sound.

Yes, I know reggae's supposed to sound laid back, and yes I know that the freaking ads are about relaxing, but seriously; do you want more malaysians trying their best to imitate them? I'd be hard pressed trying to make a conversation with them.

I can't even think of a fucking example of how! Otherwise you'd see a nice chat here with what I'd say and what the other guy'd say.

Mahai! Seriously, we have enough trouble with malays going "wassup nigga!" without me slapping them upside in the head, and indians thinking they all 'ghetto pimp' or some shit like that. Don't even get me started on the chinese. (see, can't say anything right? I bash all three!) I don't want to have to make fun of some punk thinking he all rastafarian and shit!

Meh, this is like one of my most off days. Usually I'd go, "What the fuck is up with this shit? This is so fucking wrong that if fucking hurts just trying to figure out what the fuck is up with this stupid rastafarian shit"

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Ah yeah, yesterday we had a nice surprise during class. A christian fellowship was having a meeting in the class next to the one I was in. What?! No, I am not bashing on them! Anyway, we had a very nice surprise at 2.45 when they suddenly burst into this screaming frenzy of what I can only call 'Gibberish'. They call it 'speaking in tongues' but quite frankly, it sounds like gibberish to me.

Anyway, I was complaining that they were too loud and they should have considered that a class was going on in the next room before that sudden outburst and then someone tells me it's not in my place to complain because "the mosque near my house always make noise at 5am with their speakers" Yeah, the mosque is calling for the morning prayer, it happens every day. I live near a mosque, trust me, I know.

And then I say, "At least they don't spout gibberish through the loudspeakers, to which said person replied, "Well, I could call Jawi gibberish right?" Oh, now it's personal! JAWI is a WRITTEN and SPOKEN language! It was the language the Al-Quran was written in because it was the language in use at the time. The christian bible was originally written in latin, why did't they spout gibberish in latin? All i heard was them wagging their tongue muttering "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" the entire time. Show me a book written in their language and I'll show you the mental history of the author.

Oh gee, guess some people don't think do they? I didn't bash on their beliefs, I bashed on their noise; we didn't have to go into the realms of religion but noooooooooo, some people think it's necessary to defend this practice of speaking in tongues from the basis of religion. The 5 in the morning prayer call happens everyday of the week, regardless and it is a muslim tradition to do so. That's right, Tradition! Get used to it. I don't see speaking in tongues being a christian traditions, otherwise you'd all be ~~babbling inane gibberish~~ speaking in the same language and maybe, JUST MAYBE understand what the hell it is you're speaking.

Anyway, enough religion, it is time to.. to.. ah fuck, screw it...

Oh, the stupidity!

2005-10-09T01:01:00.000+08:00

Good god, I was reading through some questionairres from the campaign 2 weeks ago and quite frankly, I'm dumbfounded on some of the responses I get. I seriously don't know what was going on in their heads (and I'm from Mass Comm, the school of the ~~effing insane mother fuckers~~ crazy people) when they answered it. Although one of them did say the worst part of the campaign was the cold air-con. Gee, that sure explains a lot; the cold must've messed up their heads a lot and it must be SOOOOOOOOOOOOO COLD that it can be classified as the worst problem.

I've received worse criticism, but that just takes the cake.

Another shocking thing is the stark difference of how people from certain schools reply to a questionairre. One school (no name for the sake of confidentiality, for example, would probably not answer the open ended questions. If the respondent is a 17 year old Malay Female, the chances are freaking high that she'd skip the open ended questions. WITHOUT FAIL!

~~ARGH! I FUCKING SWEAR I'VE NEVER SEEN SUCH FUCKING STUPIDITY IN MY LIFE!~~ Argh! I dropped a few IQ points today going through them all, I'm going to bed!

It's time for a change

2005-10-07T14:21:00.000+08:00

Well, this post is actually me killing two birds with one stone; the first is my revelation of the sorts of revolutions I have seen and the second is the title change for my blog. But let's hit the first bird.

In my life, I guess I have been fortunate. I've witnessed several mini-revolutions of sorts. I was there for the sudden Internet Boom in the 1990s. Hell, I was one of the participants!

I was there for the sudden popularity of video games where who were once geeks, were now heroes and suddenly oh-so-cool. I've played video games since I was 8 years old and I haven't stopped since. I know all too well the label that people give you (i.e. geek, freak, dweeb) and now, the same people that labelled me are now part of the same group.

I was there for the birth of MP3, and also was one of the first people in Malaysia to start downloading them by the truckloads. I remember my first download took 3 days (it was the day of the 56kbps blazing fast dial up connection) and after I got it, was blown away at the clarity of the sound, seeing as it was the first mp3 I've ever downloaded. I still remember the title, Elton John's Candle in the Wind (It was Sher Win's! I swear!) Before that all we ever had was midi and wav format files to listen to.

I was also there for the broadband boom in Malaysia. It was an exciting concept, but at the time pricey, so I made do with my old 56kbps connection until the price started dropping. Then and only then did I subscribe to broadband (and never looked back ever again)

Then there's the 'Smaller is Better' revolution. Everything is getting shrunk, mp3 players, cameras, handphones, even skirts! Take a look at the iPod Nano, quite possibly the smallest mp3 player I've ever had my grubby little hands on (though I'm only purchasing it in November), Handphones are getting packed with more features and in even smaller bodies than before. I remember my first phone, an Ericsson (That's how old the phone is, wayyy before Ericsson became Sony Ericsson); it was a reallly bulky phone that took up most of the space in my left pants pocket. Now my Sony Ericsson takes no more than 1/4 of that space. Skirts, well, that's pretty self-explanatory.

Phew, that's a lot of changes to see and I'm just in my early 20s. Anyway, to the second bird; I'm changing the blog's name and URL. The reason why is that I didn't really think the name through a lot back when I started this blog, mainly because I probably was a lil' too tired at the time, hence the name of the blog shall now be OxyMoronic! The name is in effect as of now while the URL will only be changed to http://oxymoronic.blogspot.com next week.

So hold on to your horses ladies and gents, cause we in for the ride of your lives.

On the first day of Puasa

2005-10-05T14:33:00.000+08:00

On the first day of Puasa,
My malay friends said to me,
Are you fasting?
I am fasting, we're all fasting,
and so should you be fasttiinnggg...

Seriously, I think that's tradition for the first day of fasting, especially for me. You see, I study in a course where there are very few Malays; In fact, I'm the only malay in my class and I rarely get to meet the only other malay students in my course (who happen to study journalism). So when I do, I ask,

"Fasting?!" (In a really fast annoying way)

And then they'd reply,

"Fastinnggggggg" (say it like you're stoned and you'll get it)

Yeap, that's how I celebrate the first day of Puasa. It's won't surprise me if everyone else does it as well.

I also find that I'm a tad bit more irritable than I usually am. I curse at ~~fucking retarded idiots on the fucking road!!!~~ drivers when I'm driving.. Okay, I ~~fucking fuck fuck fuck fucker!~~ curse when I'm driving a lot, but it's gotten worse though. I'm flipping off drivers who don't need to be flipped off, purposely try to ram people into the railing and also purposely honk them when they're doing nothing.

What I'm trying to say is that expect me to start ~~cursing you endlessly, you fucking shit asswipe bastard son of beelzebub's mother-in-law!!!~~ writing in more colorful words.

It's that time of year again!

2005-10-04T20:13:00.000+08:00

Good god! It's the start of fasting month tomorrow!!! God ~~DAMN IT!~~ Why didn't anyone warn me!!?? I hate this time of year mainly because it means I can no longer feat when I want to nor can I drink when I want to. I'm fine with the not eating part, but no drinking? Damn it! Can't scream! ARGGH!! I'VE GOT A PRESENTATION!! SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT!!

Oh look, the channel 8 news is on

Okay... What the ~~FUCK??!~~

Okay.. Get a grip, Arin, get a grip.. Play with the cat.. Play with the cat.. Where is the cat anyway?

GOOD GOD ~~FUCK~~!!! FOOD!! WHY DO YOU MOCK ME!!??

*gets carted off to a sanitarium

Disclaimer = buns courtesy of Bread Story. If you're interested in eating them, go buy them! The cat's mine and no you can't eat her.

Dear Kor Kor

2005-10-03T00:38:00.000+08:00

Disclaimer: This post was written in jest. It was a spur of the moment thing. If you belive your children should be reading this, then god help them because you're an overbearing parent. Let me remind you this was written in jest and any resemblence in the letter to a real life situation, especially yours is totally a coincidence and if it does bear some remarkable resemblance... Damn woman, what is up with you??

Dear Kor Kor, I got problem wor. A loves me but so does B, I love B but I don't love A, but A says that C, my best fren, is trying to keep me to himself. So now I try to hint hint that I love B to A but A won't listen and make stupid noises out of his lansi mouth. Buden hor, I also like this girl in Convent Cicak Mati, she so hot and innocent, I wan make her devil hehe, aiyak terpusing liao. Ah ya, forgot to say lor, I made out with A, he very good kisser, my best friend also not bad. So rich can give me lots of gifts! yay! Aiyak, see lor, I so confused can't write letter wan, help me lor big bro.
Confused Angel of Pure Innocence

Xiao says:
dear confused angel
u know what i think u should take all of them C good ma. can buy u lots of gifts, treat u like a princess, that's most important right? then ah... A good kisser wei! GOOD KISSER!!i tell you.. nowadays men ah kiss also saliva drip here drip there. good kisser also extinct liao la. my own boyfriend doesn't even kiss me, so u BETTER TAKE!! the girl? oei u bisexual izit? cheh if she's hot enough then go ahead la won't hurt to have another one then ah the oni useless one is B i know u like him la.. but if he's so insignificant no need la just take the rich one, the good kisser and the hot girl. If girl not hot don't take. k?

Arin says:
What the ~~fuck~~ banana!!? Wah lau, ah moi. Why make so complicated wan. You know how many girls would kill to get that many admirers? Take them all la! Seriously lor, you got all bases covered, you got t3h good sex, the good money, the good porn video generator and also now got love in ur heart wor. So your whole life complete liao! Happy happy okay?

So this is what basically happens if me and xiao were to be given a column. Scary isn't it? Let me take note that she contributed to the parts that came after the ABCD connections. LOL!

A bunch of stuff and maybe a rant or two

2005-10-02T21:00:00.000+08:00

Yay, it's the end of the ~~fucking~~ weekend! Why am I so excited for the end of the ~~fucking~~ weekend? Because now I get to prepare for two fucking presentations! God damn it, what the fuck is wrong with you people!!??

I just finished coordinating a social awareness campaign and now I get 2 presentations in one week. Good god fuck, that's not fair! I barely had any sleep since the fucking campaign started and I'm still not even halfway done with my research! I am so fucked!

Argh! Too much work, too much work, too much work, too much work, too much work, too much work!

On a happier note, my friend and I have gone into talks about doing a Gundam Seed-based flash story on two greedy bastards who defect from EA and Orb respectively (of course stealing their own mobile suits) and we're now in the design phase for our suits. Here's mine!

Like it? So do I! It's been modified to have the Beam Gattling Cannon from Yzak's Custom Slash Zaku Phantom and also the Sniper Rifle from the serie's own Long Range Recon GINN. There was initially plans to add in a super scylla cannon on the crotch but quite frankly, doing a hip buster while shooting off a cannon seems to be very sexually explicit in flash. So for now, the Scylla is scrapped until I fucking find a place to put that stupid thing.

Right, moving on, we also decided to try our hand at creating a brand called "DiZFunQTioNaL" and we've already got a logo!

Say hello to Lionel in a barrel! That's right, the cool dude dressed in shorts and slippers is Lionel in the flesh. This is the very barrel which we used to roll him around (for a good 15 - 20 minutes, mind you) and made him puke his guts out for 10 minutes! Best part? We got it all onnn tapppeeeee~~~! THAT'S RIGHT! ON TAPE!

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA! No point blackmailing him, he's got it in VCD and he's proudly showing it to everyone, lecturer's included. Told you he's no fun...

Ah well, time to go back to work, ~~fucking shit assignments and fucking @!#!$! <-censored! lecturers for giving fucking impossible schedules! Think wat!? I'm superman is it!!??~~

The pimp shot is mine!!!!

2005-09-29T19:10:00.000+08:00

Ooooh yeahhh, been busy for the week with the campaign and all. For the uninitiated, I was in the midst of conducting a breast cancer awareness campaign in which we had 3 local celebrities, all of them models, come in for our launch event, which was a feat of it's own. We had a totally kickass crowd, hit full capacity of the lecture theater, which was a first in the college's history and most of all, they actually paid attention to what was going on.

Anyway, one of the main attractions of the launch day was an autograph session with the 3 celebrities, twins Teh Choy Wan and Teh May Wan (who by the way MC-ed the event for us, thanks girls!) and Amber chia (Currently one of Malaysia's most in-demand models). We had a blast for that session because me and my friend, Lionel, got to play bodyguards and crowd controller. We got to play with the bull horn and stuff! LOL.

Anyway, after the last group left, it was our turn (the entire organizing committee and any volunteers that came to help out) and we all got our pictures taken with the twins. Amber had to leave for an appointment T_T. Anyway, quite a few people got a really big treat with their pictures. For instance:

That's right.. I got the fucking PIMP SHOT BABY!!! Now, in urban dictionary, it says that a pimp shot is a drink. Well, not anymore! I decided to add "A photograph or scene of a film that makes the subject look like a motherfucking PIMP!" And in accordance to the pimp shot, i shall now play 50 cents, P.I.M.P!!!

P.S. - god damn it Lionel! How the FUCK can you get such a fucking chun-ted pimp shot!!?? Far more chun-ted than me, you mahai! (Yes I know what it means, I'm not a moron!) God damn it! No fair! How come they get to kiss you and not meeeee!!!!

My Job Description

2005-09-24T15:44:00.000+08:00

Arin - Manning exhibition booths

In other words, I'm the one who gets to take care of the fucking radio! Hurray for democracy! Apparently that's all I'm good for nowadays, don't you know? Taking care of radios and shit! Wait til my mom calls!

Mom: So, Arin, what are you going to do for your campaign?
Arin: Oh, I'm just taking care of the radio in the exhibition booth while everyone else gets to stay in the air-conditioned hall with the VIPs and shit.
Mom: Oh, that's so nice. I'm proud of you (not!)

By the way, did I mention I'm the only Malay in the group?

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Stomped!

2005-09-21T23:51:00.000+08:00

That's right.. I went to see Stomp tonight with Eve and all I can say is IT IS SO ~~FUCKING 'OH-MY-GOD, I'M HAVING A FUCKING ORGASM IN MY EYES AND EARS~~ GOOD! The performers were energetic, and they all felt right for whatever parts they played (There was one funny guy, he was small and quite flexible - I felt that he looked his personality) and I love the concept! Good god how I love the concept!

My ticket! Huzzah!

I watched a movie some time ago about a group of miners or was it industrial workers, who were going to be out of a job unless they start updating their process. So one of the worker's son decides to start tap dancing, but in an industrial theme. This means they had a construction site for a setting and they used all sorts of tools to create music much like 'Stomp!' and I have always wanted to go see something like this.

Now, though Stomp wasn't really like the movie I watched, but it was still so ~~uber zomg i'm cumming!~~ good that, quite frankly, I'm considering going to see it again. Yes it was loud, but that's why they call it the loudest musical on EARTH! God damn it! I gotta see it again before they leave. For all I know they might not come back, much like CATS. So, me and Eve are going to go for it again, this Saturday!

Oooh, dark stageeeee~~!!

Some favorites:
- The guy in the mohawk, I think he's the leader of the company, he's really good at pumping the audience up and getting them to participate as well.

- The small flexible guy - he was so funny. The others kept on picking on him.

- The local touch on the backdrop - they had a sign that said "Jalan Petaling" Quite nice if I do say so myself.

- Drums, just a lot of drums!

Oh hell yes do I love the percussions! For those of you who haven't seen it; Good god people! What is wrong with you!? This is a once in a lifetime chance because they might not come back to Malaysia again! Now shoo! Go buy your ticket!

Where did the Tak Nak Campaign went wrong?

2005-09-17T17:32:00.000+08:00

I was given a questionairre yesterday on Smoking. It asked all sorts of questions on why do you think people start smoking and why did you start smoking which was okay and all, except I don't smoke. These lips haven't touched a cigarette butt for a good 8 years and I'm damn proud of it, especially when you look around and find a majority of your friends doing it.

This questionairre brought me back to the days when the 'Tak Nak' anti-smoking campaign went under scrutiny for being the biggest government advertising flop of the century with millions of tax-payers money gone to wasted. Unfortunately, you can't really blame the government for not trying, they did but they just went about addressing the issue in the wrong way possible.

Nowadays, people tend to look at smoking as something that you try to prevent starting, instead of a bad habit that requires quitting. Trust me, nothing beats peer pressure in scare tactics, especially when it comes to young teens who are looking for a crowd to fit into. So, you can go 'Tak NAK!' all you want but quite frankly, as long as there is a friend who smokes, the kid will still be prone to starting a very hard to quit habit.

I have a lot of friends who smoke and I thank god that they're quite considerate when smoking around me or any other friend who doesn't smoke. They often ask if they can light up in my car (well, it's my car and I don't really mind as long as they blow the smoke outside) and also when we're somewhere eating. A lot of them have tried to kick the habit but are unable to for some deep psychological reason.

It can't be that they're addicted to it; the human body needs only 3 days to clear up any traces of nicotine within the blood stream. It could perhaps be something deeper; an emotional dependence of it or perhaps it serves as a relaxant for when they're really stressed. What the government should be doing is targetting these people; the ones who want to quit but can't. They know the health dangers that come with smoking, they all do! What they do not know is how to effectively quit smoking!

This strategy could probably come up with some of the best and most creative slogans in the world;
"It's cool to quit!" - this refers to the idea that quitting is a negative trait but in this case it's for the benefit of the smoker to quit.

"Light up? No, Lighten up!" - refers to how people deal with stress, rather than lighting up a smoke, they might as well lighten up, relax and chill to clear their thoughts.

There's a ton of stuff people can do to combat stress, thus distracting them from the thought of lighting up a cigarette. This should be the way the government should address the issue of smoking. Don't focus on health dangers, TELL THEM HOW TO QUIT! This is Malaysia, they won't do anything unless you show them how!

Target the potential smokers only as a secondary target. It's the best way to handle this problem; by eliminating the peer pressure, you reduce the temptation to try.

The Fastest Pizza Delivery EVER!

2005-09-15T19:55:00.000+08:00

Gather 'round boys and girls, and hear the tale of yonder age (whatever the hell that means) about the FASTEST Pizza delivery ever.

Ah, Pizza Delivery, will we ever know how the day was when you did not exist? Anyway, to begin my story, my phone ran out of credit a few days ago and my house phone went on the fritz a month ago. Now this pretty much leaves me screwed because I have no way of calling out to anyone or even to call in a McDonalds or a Pizza Hut or even Dominoes (Hurray for free publicity!)

Anyway, so I got on MSN and began making emergency requests (a.k.a. bugging the hell out of my friends until one of them gave in) for a pizza call. It was probably the oddest request I could give a friend, but a hungry man will do anything. So he made the call and came back laughing, here's how it went:

b4k4 - DiZFunQTioNaL says:
i swear, this will go down as the oddest favor a man could ask
Finrod says:
they must be wondering what a hell is a penang number calling for an order in Shah ALam
Finrod says:
HAhaha
b4k4 - DiZFunQTioNaL says:
hahahahahahahaahaha
Finrod says:
since they have calller ID and the guy was like you're 04-xxxxxxx...
b4k4 - DiZFunQTioNaL says:
"uh sir.. are you sure that's the right number?"
b4k4 - DiZFunQTioNaL says:
"yes"
b4k4 - DiZFunQTioNaL says:
"but that's for shah alam"
b4k4 - DiZFunQTioNaL says:
"yes, and so?"
Finrod says:
HAHAHAHAHAHA
b4k4 - DiZFunQTioNaL says:
"But..."
b4k4 - DiZFunQTioNaL says:
"..."
b4k4 - DiZFunQTioNaL says:
"Uh.. nevermind"
Finrod says:
he sure sounded a little blur...
b4k4 - DiZFunQTioNaL says:
so wat did he say?
b4k4 - DiZFunQTioNaL says:
hahaahahahahah
Finrod says:
after i mentioned your number..
b4k4 - DiZFunQTioNaL says:
and then?
Finrod says:
then he confirmed yuor name and address lol
b4k4 - DiZFunQTioNaL says:
hahahahahaha
b4k4 - DiZFunQTioNaL says:
"Man.. stupid kids.."

Man, the guy musta been stumped when a penang number called for my pizza. And so here I am, enjoying my pizza, ordered all the way from Penang, and it arrived piping hot here in KL within 30 minutes. Huzzah for modern innovations! I swear, the guy came in a Proton Savvy (reference to Proton Savvy Radio Ad - Pizza Delivery KL to Singapore within 5 seconds).

Noraini Bt. Osman

2005-09-06T16:27:00.000+08:00

Noraini Bt. Osman, loving mother, doting grandmother and proud great grandmother. She died last night in a series of heart attack that first took away her capacity to breathe properly, and in the second attack, stopped her heart. She passed away at the Emergency Ward in KL Hospital.

At 10.30pm, my brother returns home, knocking on my door to tell me to pack up because we were headed to her house, "She just passed away" he told me. I don't react at first, I was in shock, as I got up to put on some clothes to go out and pack a few items to bring with me. In 5 minutes the gravity of the situation got to me, I weapt.

11.00pm, we left the house with our bags and walked to his car. If ever there was a time we dreaded going to her place, that night it was.

We arrived at her brother's home, where her body was on display for family members and friends to pay their last respect before it goes through the routines that come with a muslim funeral. The family owned a huge plot of land in Kampung Baru, she occupied a small corner house while the others in the family lived in slightly bigger lodgings in the same plot of land. We arrived there to a big crowd of people, some laughing, some crying while some stared into space. All of them were trying to cope with her sudden passing.

Me and my brother remained strong, being calm and cool as relatives and friends came, said a prayer and went, waiting for our parents to come down from Penang. They arrived only 1 and a half hours after we did. We waited patiently as more relatives arrived. We already had done our final prayers to her departed soul, a part of me wanted to cry out but another part told me to be strong, not just for myself, but for others as well.

My parents eventually arrived, my father looking the strongest of the three boys in the family. He walked into the room and sat next to her, praying silently followed by a kiss on both cheeks.

Noraini bt. Osman, was greatly missed as evident the next morning. Many came to pray for her passing soul, friends, family and all. After the final farewells, the van arrived, it was going to bring her to the mosque where she will be prepared for her burial.

A muslim funeral calls for the displaying of the body, the bathing and preparation of the lifeless vessel, a prayer and a reading from the Yasin for the departed soul, a burial and 3 days of mourning. All that was to be done or planned for immediately after death.

It was hard at the mosque. Earlier on, everyone was praying for her as they prepared the bath. After the bath, I was called in to assist in carrying her to the 'Coffin'. I placed '' in the word coffin because I don't know what else to call it. Muslims are, by tradition, not buried with the coffin but wrapped in white linen cloth and then placed in their prepared grave sites.

As I carried her, I got a close look at her face. She seemed peaceful, devoid of the smile I've known her to have. I'm gonna miss her voice, always reminding me to study hard and to make my parents proud. I'll also miss her cooking, she always knew what I loved and she'd make it especially for me when she knew I was coming over. There were cotton balls, stuffed in every orifice. Seeing them there gave me a chilling revelation; she really was gone. My grandmother was gone forever.

And to think I never visited her when I was interning in the office nearby her house. I never visited her during the weekends when I was so free and now it's too late. My grandmother's gone, gone forever.

After the cleaning of the body, she was once again put on display. A final farewell from all the relatives and friends. Every kissed her cheeks, except me, not because I wouldn't, because I couldn't; it would hurt me even more if I did. Then everyone prayed, except me. I couldn't because I didn't know how to. There have been so many deaths in the family, but none of them had struck me like this. I never cried from Day One with the others.

I cried as they buried her and I cried once more as I stopped by her grave, muttering "Nek boleh rehat sekarang" which means "Grandma, you can rest now" in english. I miss her so much. There are a lot of things I regret in my life, not spending much time with her is one of those things.

My grandmother's gone, may her soul rest in peace.

Sejarah Dalam Malaysia: Babi Langit

2005-09-04T16:42:00.000+08:00

Don't get fooled by the Malay title; this blog is written entirely in english, save for a few Chinese words but it's mainly just Tian Zhu. So what is the title about? Well, on Wednesday my girlfriend flew down to KL for a shopping trip before the closing of the Malaysian Mega Sale Carnival (just another ploy to draw in tourists I say, but it brought her here, so who cares!?) and on her list of stuff to buy, which she handed to me to figure out where to buy them, was a Sky Pig. "So, what exactly is a sky pig?" I asked her. She said that it was actually Tian Zhu, a magical stone said to be able to bring luck to its owner.

So, after a few days of laughing and constant teasing, I now present to you, the history of the SKY PIG!

In an ancient land, a really really ancient land, lived the people of the Sky who were living on the ground, except that they glued cotton balls to the ground so that it'd look like sky. Outsiders found it weird, but they always thought, "Meh!"

Anyway, the people of the sky were weird, I mean really weird even by the standards of the ancient tribes such as the Mayans, Aztecs and the Egyptians. They always wore fake wings made of leaves and the bark of trees, tying them with vine (No strings baby!) and they walked as though they glided. Oddly enough that was a common trait among the Sky People; they had mastered the ability to walk without moving their knees much. As impressive as that was, they'd still get beaten up like little girls in a fist fight with the other tribes.

So one day, one of the Sky people were up in the trees, gathering 'magical fruits' from what is actually a coconut tree. They were weird, didn't I tell you? The poor man suddenly had a heart attack and fell from the tree and with a loud bang, fell on a pig!

The pig of course lost conciousness, as most pigs would when hit in the head by a old man who wore fake wings made of leaves and bark. The old man had lost his wings when he fell and it landed on the pig, miraculously securing itself around the poor porker while it was unconscious. Upon waking up, the pig found himself on a makeshift stretcher, being carried by more men, much like the Sky person that dropped on the poor porker. He panicked, "Oh my god! Don't kill me, I didn't kill that man. I swear! I sweeaarrrrrr!!!" but all the villagers heard were "Oink! Oink! Sqqquuueeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!" and laughed.

...

Who the hell wrote this script.. bah nevermind.

When they reached the village, the pig said to himself, "Okay, that's it, I've got to get out of here!" And he jumped off the stretcher, with a big grunt, and landed on the cotton ball laden ground. Now, being a pig, you can imagine how disorientated he is, so he was all, "Oh my god! I can fly!!!!" and he ran and ran and ran. Unfortunately for him, the village was built close to a cliffside. With a big "Squuuuuuuuueeeeeeeeeee!" he leapt in the air, thinking it was safe, only to find out that there was no more ground.

The sky people, thinking he was about to fly, cheered and looked on gleefully as it glided in the air for a few feet. The wings were doing their job but being made of barks and leaves.. Well, you get the idea. The wings broke apart and soon the pig squeeaaaaalll all the way to the bottom of the cliff.

The people, amazed at this act of bravery, decided to name the pig, "The Sky Pig" and their village, "Sky Kingdom". Now, because the sky people don't normally write down their history, instead of "Sky Pig", their scrolls said "Sky Teapot" instead. And thus was the beginning of the Sky Kingdom and the Giant Sky Teapot.

...

She is so gonna kill me...

Merdeka!

2005-08-30T22:58:00.000+08:00

In about an hours time, give or take a few minutes, Malaysia will be approximately 48 years old. 48 years of Independence from our former colonizers, the British and 48 years of being free to make our own decisions as to where our country was heading. But just how far has our country gone? I don't mean technologically, but we as the citizens of this country: Just how far have we reached, the mindset of the average Malaysian?

I'm sorry to say this, but to me we have not gone far. The younger generation of the country, the Generation X-ers have now taken over and now, we, the Generation Y-ers, are moving forward, ready to take over from them and yet we are still filtered. Our words are censored, our thoughts are surpressed and our voices are gagged. We are unable to do anything in this country without being controlled, one way or another by the government.

This is not to say that I do not love my country; I love it, to a fault. But there are some times that I see that the development in our country for the past 48 years have been for nought. Movies are censored because of extremely explicit scenes, more specifically, sex scenes. At this day and age, where the internet is the most widely used form of communication, children already have access to pornographic materials readily at their fingertips. Parents, no matter what you try, 90% of your children would probably have seen some form of a naked woman somewhere. Don't try to give me that bullshit about our children not being mature enough to take it, we have ratings for those, you want to bring you 6 year old into a movie that's rated 18SX, then that's your responsibility. YOU have to take the initiative to shield your children and not DEPRIVE US, the ones who are old enough to view such scenes.

And all this bullshit about tolerance between the races of Malaysia. That's another beef I have. Tolerance is like saying, "Oh I hate you, I want to kill you for the things you do and hell I'd curse you in a group of people who are from my race, but I will tolerate you" that's like begging for it, really! What we should be preaching is understanding, not tolerance. Understand why other races do things different from you. Understand that no matter what you do, they will not change and you should accept that. That is a more everlasting peace you would get than if you were to preach 'Tolerance' as a virtue. Quite frankly, tolerance does have its limit.

And one thing I find really worrying is this Why is it that they're giving 50% discounts now??!! I could have used it earlier when I paid my summonses 2 months ago! Chi Seen!

Anyway, as I write this, I realize that living in this country isn't really as bad as, oh say Indonesia or the Philippines, they have been rife with all sorts of problems, well from an international standpoint at least, such as rebels, terrorists and corrupt politicians (although we do have that here in Malaysia). The people of the Philippines have to deal with the fact that their leader is involved in corruption, especially that Election Council fiasco and the Indonesians, well they've got problems of their own.

Malaysia is considered probably the top growing economies in South East Asia. We are a model to most Third World Countries who are trying hard to achieve the same level of development we have today. We are also a model society, where our mixed racial and cultural background proves to be a melting pot that is considered the envy of most developed nations today. We are also one of the few countries where you can probably get food at 3am and you'll more likely be accompanied by friends.

We as a nation of people, have not grown much since 1957 but we as a nation have truly prospered. But this didn't happen when the Jalur Gemilang was raised at Stadium Merdeka; it happened way before then, when our forefathers went to London to deliver our declaration, our declaration of independence. And we did it, Malaysia. Happy Birthday to a country that we are all proud to be citizens of.

World Cyber Games @ Midvalley Megamall

2005-08-28T23:17:00.000+08:00

Hey, before I start my summary of what went on in the WCG National Championships, I'd like to say that my brother's girlfriend got the cat her own catster page. Go give it a lil' visit if you like.

Like I said, this morning woke up a 8am for breakfast at Raju's. It's wonderful mamak(and an expensive one too) restaurant that sells the usual malaysian breakfast fare such as roti canai, dhal, fried ikan tenggiri and sotong bawang goreng. Yes, fried spanish mackerel and fried squid with onions. Not exactly your normal Malaysian breakfast but damn did it ever hit the spot. Most satisfying breakfast I've had in weeks.

After breakfast headed straight to Midvalley, seeing as it was early (10.30AM!!!!) There wasn't really much of a traffic situation that we could possibly face on the way. Walked in and found out that a game was about to begin, they were starting the StarCraft:Brood Wars competition. Quite interesting to see how the real pros play. They move that mouse quite fast. But I've been to Korea, where StarCraft is a national game, they even have a TV show dedicated to it. By chance I was staying at a hotel where one of the locations the show shoots at was closeby and I went to see it for myself. My jaw dropped, they don't even use the mouse over there. All done by keyboard and they only hit the mouse when they need to move a unit or attack. Damn...

After Starcraft, they played NFS:Underground. Quite interesting, the winner of this game kept on winning by a good 6 - 7 seconds ahead of his competitior.

After that, there was the FIFA 2005 competition. Quite good I must say. The way he was playing, I could swear the guy who won doesn't even look at the players, only the mini map at the bottom of the screen (He passes really really far). It was funny too. The audience was watching the game as though it was a real World Cup match (I screamed "GOOAAALLLLLL!!!!!")

I left after awhile, got boring, especially when they had that half-time show with the Malaysian Yoyo Team. God, I don't know what the hell people are thinking nowadays. Seriously? Yoyos? What kind of skill is that? One of them was a real attention whore, had the balls to stand in front of the big screen, trying to get people to see his stupid tricks when all we want to do is watch the game. Most people go to the WCG because they're gamers and they wanna see how the best perform, not some kid with a yoyo!

Some of the more funny highlights is the Warcraft Orc vs. The TS Pau thingy! In case you can't see, the orc's bashing the pau thingy with his hammer!

Although I think the funniest thing was when they made the Orc dance to The Village People's 'YMCA'. Seriously, he did it, with his hammer as well and then he made 3 other people try to follow him. The MC did quite a good job, though at times I found him a bit stale but he kept his audience well entertained. Oooh! And Orc also tried his hand in Yoyos! Now that, I'd pay to see, not some attention whore with two yoyos in hand.

They also had this "Samsung Malaysia Model Search" which was really a farce. 3 guys and only 1 girl participated. The Prize? A Samsung jersey which was blue because "They're sponsoring Chelsea" Anyway, the girl was cute, really cute but the guy won. He deserved it the way he flashed his legs. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I should have taken a video of that, but too bad I was seated too far away for my camera to capture, though I did get the girl's performance though. NO! I'm not sharing. It's too blurry anyway. I tried capturing it with the camera function but again, it's too blurry (ARGH! I NEED A DIGITAL CAMERA!!!!)

They also had cosplay, loads and loads of cosplay, especially from RO (Gameflier's one of the co-sponsors). I found a blacksmith, two alchemists and a rogue. DAMN IT! What happened to the ASSASSINS???!!! Anyway, on to the booth babes. Ahhh the booth babes, nothing shall compare to them. In every exhibit, they work hard to get you to pay attention to their flyers and booth rather than their... "assets" but if their employers wanted the audience to focus on the booths, they would've hired men to do the job then.

But seriously, the pau thing was cute, especially when it was in hide mode. The guy inside would just kneel and the whole costume would support itself on the floor and all he had to do was pull his arms in. The orc had loads of fun hitting Pau. Pau had loads of fun using a furry scarf to whip at orc. I had fun laughing at the two.

Anyway, on to the rest of the commentaries. I won't bother with Warcraft III: Frozen throne mainly because it was pretty straight forward. Onto the Counter-Strike!!! Yeah, the competitors were FMJ and Hybrid. FMJ supporters were out in full force, the girl who participated in that modelling thing was one of them. Quite interesting seeing as how some cried when FMJ lost a round. Just one round, and it was a very long round too. But nonetheless, FMJ won the race to 20 at the end and was declared the champions. I liked watching them play, very quick and very accurate. I feel like calling in a CS session with my friends. Haven't played for awhile really...

Now, I shall leave you with Mr. Pau!!!

What is pain?

2005-08-27T19:49:00.000+08:00

That's the question for the day. Friend of mine, in a futile attempt to make me run faster on the treadmill when my ankle was hurting pretty bad, said, "The difference between a successful man and a failure is the pain he can take." I find that flawed actually, unless he means that a flawed man takes a lot of pain before stopping because if you don't know when to stop, you're just going to kill yourself.

So now the question I pose was what is pain? After he said that, I was just thinking to myself, "Do you know what true pain is?" and the answer is, Yes I do. I'm sure I'm not the only one who went through this, but I have had the ones I love scream that they hated me, several times in fact. My father, at one point, even wished I was dead. It's kind of sad really that one had to hear it from his father. No child should ever have to hear it. Even at 18 years old, it brings tears to my eyes, remembering when he screamed at me.

You would think he'd call after a day or two to say he didn't mean it but no, he didn't. 2 weeks later, I sent him a father's day message. Although he didn't want me anymore but he was still my father and lo and behold he finally wants to talk to me. And he didn't even apologize! Seriously, what kind of a father hates his own son? Yes he may scream at him, scold him but that has always been out of love, but to wish him dead?

Whoops, a little off-topic here. Anyway, long story short, I hate my dad, down to my very core. It is that hatred that has led to my refusal to return home or to ever see him unless I have to. He tries to make amends by trying to buy my love but all I want is an apology. Or at least for him to tell me that he didn't mean what he said. More than 2 years I've waited for him to say it to me and he still hasn't.

So what is true pain? I don't think that pain can be measured at all. Like Picasso's works, pain is a very abstract concept. For some people, pain = physical, "oh my god the pain the pain" hurt while to others it's the cumulation of all the emotional and mental stress that comes with a broken heart or maybe a dissapointment or even when someone wishes you for dead. I was once on the brink of suicide; I was standing on my balcony, looking down and I was ready to jump but I didn't. Either it was cause I was afraid of it or could be that I just came to my senses in a brief moment of sanity in a crazy time but nonetheless I turned back from it.

So what ran through my mind while I was in the gym? "You don't know what true pain is! True pain is having your father wish you were dead, having a girlfriend who screamed that she hated you and turning your back on suicide. So if you think the measure of a successful man is by how much pain he can take, then you are wrong!" and I ran, I ran like the wind on that treadmill, the pain was so far away that I no longer felt it. My friend kept his mouth shut after I outpaced him.

His love interest (but not returned, don't worry man, you'll get her someday) saw the look in my eyes, asking if I was half dead. I now have the answer I should have given her in the first place: No, I never felt more alive. So what is true pain? It's the point in time when you realize that everything in your life has been for nought, when you feel useless and when you feel that darkness in your soul. It is when you've gone beyond this point and still live that you know what true pain really is.

Interior Decoration 101: The Office

2005-08-17T17:35:00.000+08:00

You know what I love most about my time in McCann Erickson? It wasn't the people that were in there,it wasn't the pretty girls in the Creative Dept, or the Media Dept, or even the Finance Dept and it sure as HELL isn't the workload that I was put through. More likely it was the stuff they'd put up on their cubicle walls or on their desks or even on their monitor.

One of the most memorable note-worthy cubicle pin-upswas probably the "Why I always don't do work" piece. It's actually an internal circulation which was written by one of the creatives and the Managing Director liked it so much it became common for everyone in the office to get one. Another one was "What is McCann-ism?" which wrote about the corporate culture of the agency and how the people within them should be proud of what they do as well as what they should put into their portfolios (i.e. Everything!)

I was sorta missing those things today as I walked though the staff room in my college, looking through all those bulletin posts they'd put up in the boards next to their doors. Anyway here are a few pin-ups around the college:

Wonder what happens if they invite you to watch a game?

So true, So true

This took awhile to read!

Some people love to stack!

Ah, the memories.. Oh, I found an old picture from back when I interned. My own piece of decoration!

The flying Blue-Tac Dinosaur + Extendable claws.. I mean straws

Yes, I was that bored... So, what other office deco's have you guys found around your offices or college staff rooms? Oh and if a troll drops by and makes stupid comments, do ignore him, he's an idiot. Thanks.

A Day for Controversy

2005-08-15T15:06:00.000+08:00

Well, so here I am, having woken up and looking through my downloads when suddenly I decide to surf on into my lil' RO forum and lo and behold, what do I see? Mr Vietbong has decided to flame me for my lil' post about his whiny ways.

Among other things, he calls me a coward, an idiot and most of all someone who 'forgot' to tie up loose ends. Now then, let's dissect his little flame shall we?

Why not post his thoughts as a response to my thread, rather than run home to his blog?

Now, for those of you who don't know, the forum has this new ruling called the anti-rant offense. If you even say anything remotely mean or degradatory, you get a nice 3-day ban. So Vietbong, here's my response: I did not put it in the rants section because:
A) I'd rather not get banned
B) I would rather not get labelled as the whiny bitch that you so totally are and
C) I do not see any problems with what I did. For your own pride and respect for your 'bitching', as much as you take pride in it, I wanted to save you the embarassment of my sharp tongue.

Now, you obviously went the other way but then again, the rants section is your home and you so deservingly posted in your home. So basically, you're guilty of the same thing.

I smell a coward. And a hypocrite too - his blog is his home, and he rants about everything that have been ranted about before

Me? A hyprocrite? Just because I don't say anything about your little rants doesn't mean I approve of it. Don't even try giving that 'silence is a consent' bullshit because it never worked for anyone. And when have I ranted about everything that has been ranted before? I'm not a regular poster of the rants section, in fact I only have 2 - 3 rants and they are, as I remember:
1) A rant about a throbbing headache I had because of exam stress, which was btw just a release of pressure. I didn't even go to the extent of insulting something like a major athlete who probably doesn't care about what I say anyway.
2) A rant about ignorant idiots who, for reasons unknown, would come into my chat window, which would say "S>+4 AC L/O", asking me stupid questions such as, "+0?" or even "What is an AC?"

Even when I visit the rants section, I don't think I ever posted anything unless it's to add in a point of view or for one of those debate threads (I.E. "Evil")

34K4, you obviously didn't want your little doozy of a blog entry to be seen, but forgot to tie up loose ends before posting your "Let's invade Indonesia!" entry somewhere?

A) I did want my little doozy of blog entry seen, otherwise I wouldn't write it.
B) No, I did not forget to tie up loose ends, I wrote it, I left it there. You're the idiot who thinks people want to you to like them. Well, I don't see the point cause either way, you're still going to be bitching and moaning.

You're an even bigger idiot than you look.

Well, telling me that now, eh moron? Big words coming from the man who's studying in Melbourne and still can rant about some mega-athlete swimmer ~~endorsing~~ , SELLING OUT and losing some stupid swimming race. You, the one who looks at men in tights swimming, calling me an idiot? I think not, moron. You whine and bitch about just everything in your life, and I've never seen you out of the rants section, which is kinda sad, wallowing in all that anger.

Hell, I'm doing you a favor posting here. ROE gets far more traffic going in than my blog, saving you the humiliation. Don't even tell me that I'm a coward posting here again, because I am doing it because I want to save the S.Mod's from the fiasco that you would surely create in that forum. So you, sir, are a moron and an ignorant imbecile if you can't even think of other reasons for my posting in this blog than because of cowardice.

You are the coward for bringing what would have been a personal matter between you and me into ROE, and hoping to garner support that wasn't there. Hell, I don't care about not receiving support from them, I never wanted it in the first place. This place is where I can speak my mind, run my mouth off and do what I please. If you want to rant out about me, do it in your own blog, I don't care. It's your place and this is mine. You even had the balls to mention the haze in the comments section of my blog. Well, for your information, I may not be the only one who talked about the haze but I sure as hell was one of the first to advocate the Indonesia Invasion Policy. And I'm sure as hell that you have totally no experience with the haze, having run away to Melbourne to study. So you don't know jack about how hard it is to breathe here, how 7 people may have died cause of it, how my friends and I have to stand coughing and wheezing. But I didn't write about it, no, my medical condition cause of the haze was something I cannot change, but I can talk about actions that would help resolve the haze issue. At least I don't talk about the common cold and how it's a stupid ass infecting me.

You know what, I'm tired of saving your sorry ass name, here's the thread he created especially for me. Roam around the section and look at what he rants about. Hell, register and use the search function and look for "vietrant" or better yet I'll do it for you. Bah, moron!

Now I've got to get back to designing a freaking brochure, good day to you all.

The Clear Skies Above

2005-08-13T13:55:00.001+08:00

It's a Saturday and I woke up to actual sunlight! That's right: the skies in Shah Alam have been cleared!!! And to think I was considering driving up to Penang to get away from the Haze. Here are some before and after pictures just to show you how much clearer the skies are here.

And so you can see, the air quality in KL has improved considerably. For example in our first pair of pictures, you'll see a city that you couldn't see before and in our second pair, you'll find a mosque(the state mosque mind you) that wasn't there before. If the Indons are going to say I built the mosque in a matter of days, they're lying bastards but then again, they could just be idiots.

How are they idiots? Well, for one thing the Malaysian government has apparently had a task force set up, on stand-by to fly to Sumatra, Indonesia. Now this is a force of 100 firefighters, with 25 disaster management specialists with their own EQUIPMENT but their blind president is still mulling over whether or not to greenlight this excursion. Well I tell you what, you don't green light it and I'll personally lead the civilian army that will invade your sorry ass country.

People are breathing toxic air because of you idiots and best of all, when news that our government is seeking compensation for the haze, their idiot countrymen decide that they should charge for renting their oxygen from their oceans and forest. It is times like these that I wonder if all Indonesians are idiots. I mean they make silly notions about what belongs to them and what isn't their fault and seriously, there are times I just feel like killing some of them but then I think back and remember, they're doing it themselves with their stupid civil wars and guerilla fighting and rumors of some cannibals in some parts of Indonesia.

God, you're all idiots! I know a few indonesians in Malaysia and quite frankly, I've come up with the theory that only the indonesians in Indonesia are idiots, the smart ones leave that hell-hole as soon as possible to escape the spread of idiocy and rampant mental decay that exists in that intellectual vacuum they call a fucking COUNTRY!

Disclaimer: Yes, you heard me. You're all fucking idiots. Don' try to deny it, don't try to even confirm it by posting more idiotic comments because it's already rooted in my head since time immemorial. In case you don't know what immemorial means, it is defined as a length of time that can't be calculatable because it cannot be remembered. No, I did not use a dictionary to come up with that definition and if you can't even understand what my definition means, then you are truly an idiot.

Difference Between Guys and Girls : Perfume Shopping

2005-08-12T19:07:00.000+08:00

A mystery that has always stumped me is women and shopping. It seems that almost every girl I know loves to shop, and I do mean shop. Even those who don't like to shop love to shop. Take Huey-Ling for instance, she's not exactly a shopper kinda girl, but bring her to a mall, and that changes almost instantenously.

The story starts this way, I go to college, yesterday, as usual, went to the gym at 1pm and had a 2 hour workout. Oh yeah, the government decided to release the API data and apparently my campus area is in the hazardous level. Adam shall illustrate the measures taken to cope with this.

It's scooter boy!!!

Now then, right after our goofing off, we decided to go shopping! That's right, I decided to go shopping: I needed a new pair of running shoes and Huey-Ling needed a new bottle of eau de parfum or eu de toilette. The difference? The formerlasts longer than the latter.

Anyway, I did my shoe shopping (which I didn't conclude til today) and since I hadn't really concluded on which shoe I really wanted (it was a split decision between the Nike Free and the Adidas Isolate Comfort 4E - this is an older model and most of their big stores don't carry it but it's freaking comfortable), we decided to instead help her go perfume shopping. Well Lionel did, I just sat outside of the store. So while I was sitting, they perused the samples like nobody's business, but soon enough they walked out. But not empty handed.

And the candidates are. The perfume moron, not the.. err nvm...

Here's what I can surmise from the two candidates (based on Lionel's and Huey-Ling's conversation:

Eternity Summer- Smells lively and very very fresh but not very natural

CK Summer - Smells fresh and beachy.

The funny thing, after Huey-Ling heard Lionel say, "If you want to smell fresh and beach-y" she said, "BITCHY??!!" Yes, I laughed like nobody's business. Anyway, after getting the smells down to pat, she decided to shake shake the samples a bit:

Shake it! Shake it like a polaroid picture

Anyway, shaking proved that it only smelled the same so she decided to go price hunting instead. So we walk walk to the perfume shop on the other side of mall where she bends down to see the display

"ooh, pretty pictures" said the child

And guess what she found out. It's cheaper so as she discusses with the shop lady, I notice something in Lionel's helmet...

"Holy SHIT!"

And for a closer view (BTW, it smells quite nice contrary to the notion that mixed perfumes give off a pungent smell)

Well, that's a lotta smelling paper

So, after discussing about it with the salesperson, she decides to go back to the original store! Oh my god.. Really, I don't know why...

How much for that doggy in the windowwww~

And then we're back at the original place where she bought CK Summer for an undisclosed price(well, not undisclosed. I just didn't hear it).

The Winnah!!!111

So this entire process took about 2 hours to complete. *silence* Oh my god! 2 hours??!!! Holy crap!!!

But what about the guys, you are all protesting? Well here's an example of how I do my cologne/perfume shopping:

Me: Hey ma, you going anywhere anytime soon?

Mom: I'm going to Kelantan next week, why?

Me: I need a new bottle of Bulgari. Can you get it for me?

Mom: Oh, okay. Only Bulgari?

Me: Yeah, only Bulgari. I'll bank in the money to your Maybank account.

Mom: Okay. Love you.

Me: Love you too.

And badabing, I've got my cologne purchase set. No more than 5 minutes and I don't even step out of the house. Yay! Now my shoes, oh hell yes, that's another story. Today I finally decided which pair to buy and here it is!

The ADIDAS ISOLATE COMFORT 4E!!!!

Man, these shoes are a beauty. Not as good as the Nike Free but I needed comfort > Lionel's red angry face. Though at this point I think I'd waste the RM359 to buy the Nike Free as well just to get his reaction. LOL. Anyway, the box was kinda pretty but Huey-Ling requested for it so as of Tuesday, it'll belong to her.

For the time being, here are more pictures of the shoes! (Taken on my crappy phone cam)

Side view!

Front View!

Now that I've got that out of the way, I've got a bone to pick with a certain indonesian idiot who commented on Xiao's blog that the indonesians aren't to be blamed because it's our Malaysian factories who are burning the forest. Gee? Malaysian factories? In Indonesia? Oh dear lord how stupid can you get. Here's a quote:

Assalamulaikum,Hanya nak bagi tau, jangan engkau oreng selahkan
orang indonesia, orang MALAYSIA yang bodoh tak ada otak, datang ke Indon untuk
membuat kilang dan lalu membakar hutan.Boaneh hancur eh!! Dablak la engkor!! Asu
Erang, Jangan salahkan orang indon dablak

Here's a translation:

"Hello, just for your information, don't you blame the indonesians, it is the MALAYSIANS that are idiots with no brains, coming to Indon to build factories and going ahead and burning the forest. You all stupid eh? Go to hell la you. Just to say don't blame the indons idiot!" (No idea what dablak and boaneh means so I improvised)

Well, here's my response Indonesian Idiot:

First of all, where in her blog did she state that she was blaming the indonesians? No, that was me, dumbshit! If you can't even read a simple english blog, and you can't even fucking reply in english, don't fucking say we're idiots, pussywhip. We can run circles around you in so many ways that you'd get a headache just watching. There's so many flaws in your argument. First of all, yes we do have factories there in Indonesia but they're under Indon-management so either way, your dumbshit countrymen are causing the haze. Thirdly, it's not the factories that are burning, you pisswad, it's YOUR FUCKING FARMERS!!! Your fucking farmers are too fucking cheap to get fucking fertilizer that they burn off public land to use the ash as fertilizer.

Every major news media reports that your dumbshit farmers are burning every piece of land they can find and your pussy firefighters can't fucking fight fire for nuts! Hell, BBC blames your fucking farmers, and that's a London-based news media network. So if you fucking dumbshits can't fucking read an english newscast or even fucking read in fucking plain and clear, form 4 english, I say pity your dumbasses because your country is going for nuts. You're government is run by a blind man, is rife with corruption and now you're polluting our AIR! Now I really believe that we should invade your sorry ass country, declare Marshal law and kill off your farmers because they're being dumbshits about burning off public land for their own private use.

God damn it, why is there a country full of idiots next to us?

Disclaimer: I know that the opinions of one guy does not reflect the opinion of the rest of his peers but I have not seen any other indonesians renounce his statement nor have I seen any indons take responsibility for the actions that have caused the air in my town to go up to hazardous levels. I'm dying just sitting down typing on my computer. I still hate all you dumbshit indons because quite frankly you can criticise in my friend's blog when she didn't say anything about indons while not being able to write anything in mine seeing as I did write about you dumbfucks.

A slow day, a smoky day and the world's ENDING!!!

2005-08-10T21:03:00.000+08:00

Well, it's true. When Malaysia experiences a hail shower, you know that something's gonna end. Anyway, to begin my story, woke up, bla bla, smoky bla bla. Took my shower, brushed my teeth (groggily might I add) and went to my car. The trip to Subang was breathtakingly beautiful because no traffic. Until of course I reach Subang Jaya. The usual jam waited for me, but there was an extra!

And!

My god, seriously people, I come from Penang, an island so small that its main road is nothing more than a 2 lane road and here we have people who are able to turn highways into parking lots (i.e. FREAKING STOP ON THE NKVE??!!) For god's sake people, this place has so many highways that stopping on it isn't funny okay?? Seriously, are you all dumbshits? It's bad enough you all don't know how to use the gas pedal properly, let alone the brake pedal but the highway?? For god's sake.

Anyway, moving on. Came to college and saw a sight that was so funny no one laughed.

That's right, it got worse. So you know what I'm gonna say.. "Freaking Indons!!!!" I hear that they can't even fucking put out the fires cause their pussy firefighters are afraid of a few farmers. For god fucking sake, do you people want a coalition force of Malaysian, Singaporean and Thai armies invading your capital, take over each city one by one by force and fucking execute every single farmer you got? Or would you rather keep your pride and fucking put out ur own fires?

Don't tell me that you don't have the resources to put it out because we know very well that Malaysia and Singapore would very much like to help out. It's that fucking ASEAN Neighborly attitude shit. Don't tell me it's none of my business, when I can fucking stare directly at the sun, I can fucking say it's my business!

That's right, that's the fucking sun! A freaking DOT!!!! So when you go fucking with fire once more and you can't fucking control it, I'm gonna start a petition to invade your sorry ass country just to see you fucking SQUIRM!!!

Back to much happier stories! I sit down to brunch with my friends. Now usually I sit with the fun people, you know, the ones who crack jokes, tell interesting stories but somehow today I ended with the Christian Fanatics (No offense guys, but seriously, I found you that boring) who talked about nothing more than endless stories about how christians got saved or got their sheep stolen or something. Oh yeah, I learned that when a church steals the youth from another church, it's called stealing sheep.. Sheesh! And they call me bad...

Seriously, sometimes I believe that they're just lamenting on all these stories because they're hoping to sway me or something. But Lionel's a good guy, he only talks about these stories when fellow christians are abound. But honestly, talking about said stories in front of me is just going to get me to blank out and not listen to a thing you say. Besides, I'm a muslim and trust me, I've barely seen a mosque for almost 5 years. What does this mean? If i can't even go to a mosque on a Friday, what makes you think I'd give up my Sunday to go to church?

They also talk about how god is great or how god is all or something like that but the way I see it. God made us, but god doesn't really care about us after he makes us. It's what keeps me rooted to my beliefs, and the fact that I do believe in god is a relief to my parents, never mind that I drank before (and still do once in awhile) or don't pray.

But on another note: why do people continue to worship a religion where the leaders call you sheep? Seriously, I'm all for that 'You are Lost and I am here to help you get back' talk but I'm no sheep and you're no shepherd. For one thing, Sheep can't carry guns and fucking kill the shepherd. People are people, there's no other way of saying it. When a church steals the members of another church, you don't say they stole your freaking sheep, they stole your followers! F-O-L-L-O-W-E-R-S!!!

Anyway, no offense but really, this is why I've turned my back on most religions. I find them to be very offensive to me as an individual. They(the leaders) always like to insinuate that they're much better than you because they're much closer to god. Well I got one thing to say; God don't really care!

And back to the story at hand!

That's right, it was raining ICE! FUCKING ICE!!! Now tell me, when the haze is bad enough to cause weird weather patterns, isn't it high time we invaded Indonesia? Seriously?

Disclaimer: Yes, the writer still hates your guts and hopes all of you die a hard death. No, the writer doesn't mean the Malaysian/non-indonesian readers who are not angry at his writings. Nor does he really care if most of you christians like to think of yourselves as lost sheep. Quite frankly, he's just saying that he doesn't like being left out of a conversation. He's an attention-whore, we all know that.

My Hazy Days!

2005-08-09T14:15:00.000+08:00

Hello and welcome to another segment of 'My Hazy Days'. Today we go to Taylor's College to take a look at what special activities we have!

Hey hey, Sale! Oh no, ugly clothes!

That's right, we have a Giordano sale! A clearance sale no less which can only mean one thing! Ugly Clothes!!! Not that I care, I don't even wear anything from giordano.

Also happening was the Architecture Schools building block thingy!

Come on you Maggots! We got that uno stacko prize of the week award to win!!!

Haha! Me > j00

Right and so, we move on. Anyway, my ER class got cancelled and then I got to go home =) thought it would be nice to just take a nice relaxing drive back and all but no, it wasn't meant to be. Because THIS:

T3h HAZEEEE!!!!

Freaking hit me!! The HAZE IS GETTING BAD!!! I could barely see for 100meters and I'm sick, it's not a very good thing for me to drive with low visibility! I blame the Indons, you wanna know why? Cause I freaking CAN!

Don't call me a bloody racist just because I said it, but take it from the many news media reporting on Indonesian forest fires caused by.. Yeap, Indonesian farmers

So now, because of them, I'm now sitting in my room, eating M&Ms! BAH!

Mmmmm, M&Ms~~~ *drools

Anyway, that's it for today seeing as I couldn't go to the gym because I'm not feeling well cause of the haze (that was caused by the Indonesians) plus the haze (That was caused by the Indonesians) stops just about everyone from being outdoors. Sigh...

Disclaimer: The writer bears no grudges againsts the Indonesians as individuals. He just hates their government's guts like nobodies business. Oh well, yes, he hates you all. Each and every one of you. The writer also bears no responsibility to any hurt feelings borne out of this article just because you don't see the BBC as a legitimate news source, maybe he'll try CNN next time.

Disclaimer v2: The writer apologizes, he was high on M&Ms when he wrote this.

Of Pre-tests, Flus and Other nonsensical objects

2005-08-08T15:02:00.000+08:00

So, What do we have here today? I am sick, having the flu, and yet I have to go to college. why? Because my Focus Group bailed out on me and now I have to go to college to help my team grab a coupla new people to help pre-test our materials. It's bad enough I had to be woken up at 7 in the freaking morning when I really should be resting. I had half a mind just to cancel the Pre-test there and then but my reasoning won out eventually (no pre-test = no materials to send to the creatives this Friday)

Ah well, at least I can just stand there and watch the FGI (Focus Group Interview) in action as my teammates do all the questioning. NOT! I had to conduct it as well, but at least they were they to jot down all that was said. 45 minutes later and we've gone through 2 banners, 2 buntings, 2 bookmarks, 2 flyers, 1 tabletop and 5 different posters. I've got to ask Tim about the costing for 2 films or at least 1 film + 1 digital proof.

So I get back, wondering what I should write there and so, I talked to xiao! Here's hot it went

|34k4 - DiZFunQTioNaL says:
wat to blog, wat to blog, wat to blog
xiao - says:
don't blog?
|34k4 - DiZFunQTioNaL says:
thinking wat to bloggg
xiao - says:
don't blog~~~
|34k4 - DiZFunQTioNaL says:
oh i have to bloggggggg
xiao - says:
what for?
|34k4 - DiZFunQTioNaL says:
why shouldn't I, oh why shouldn't I bloogggg
|34k4 - DiZFunQTioNaL says:
i should really put this chat into my blog
xiao - says:
yeah why not
xiao - says:
/heh
|34k4 - DiZFunQTioNaL says:
LOL

Right, and so here it is, fresh from MSN, my nonsense stuff I chat with xiao. Mainly cause when I get bored, I get BORED! Beah, and now here's Neko, the sleeping kitty!

Blogathon Commentary

2005-08-07T09:27:00.000+08:00

As I write this, the Blogathon still moves on as the determined writers and their teams spend 24 hours posting a blog update every 30 minutes. Now to some of you who might say "Pfft, it just involves staying awake and typing nonsense all day" let me just assure you that only the highest quality nonsense is acceptable by our brave bloggers. So to move on, let us recap the amazing start of the first blogathon.

At about 9pm Malaysian time, our local bloggers began what is to be the biggest charity effort worldwide. All eyes have turned to their respective blogs as they write and write and write until they can write no more (god forbid). Among these bloggers is a friend and fellow coursemate, Reta Lee, whose blog is donating all proceeds to the PAWS association so that our furry little pals don't have to say bye bye.

However, things did not start well for her as her site monitor comments that she needs to fix her timestamps (they weren't showing) and she has been trying constantly to fix it but to no avail. Even my help wasn't enough to stop the poor cute animals from crying over their first obstacle but I was sure she'd pull through. When asked how she felt, Reta responded, "Irritated" (got proof okay, I have chat history!!11) Well don't worry Reta, I'm sure it'll work out somehow.

Reta's not the only one who's working hard, Paul Tan of Bloggersaremorons.com, too had been delayed in his posting. However no comment could be reached (mainly because I didn't really know him that well. I shy shy mar). but of course, this means that the blog will just be updated every half an hour after the first post.

Another blog that was working hard last night was YvonneFoong.com as Yvonne herself kicked off the blogathon with a rousing introduction to a genetic condition called Neurofibromatosis. You want a summary? Go read it yourself, lazy butt. Her second post however was a more humorous one as she paid homage to her site monitor, Chris.

Also participating in the 2005 Blogathon is DustyHawke whose first entry takes note of his preparation, and oh my god is he prepared. I worked for the agency who handles Nescafe's account and I have never seen that many packets of instant coffee in one place before. He is willing to fill his bloodstream with so much caffeine that his eyes will no doubt pop out when he's done, and that's before detox baby! He's donating his proceeds to UNICEF Malaysia, so that children everywhere can lead a better life.

There are so many Malaysian bloggers out there who are trying to make a difference for their respective causes. For this I salute you all (But I'm sure as hell not going to do this with you next year) So until next time, this is Arin, saying good luck to you lot, you are surely far braver and far more generous than I. You're all still crazy nutters though.

Blogging for a Good Cause

2005-08-06T17:30:00.000+08:00

Hey guys,
A quick update just to tell you that my friend, Reta, over at Fading Sanity is blogging for 24 hours straight with her team of rag-tag blogging femmies for a good cause. All proceeds go to the PAWS organization so all those cute animals don't have to go bye bye. So go on over and show her and her team your support now. Either that or at least keep her company. 24 hours is a long time to blog.

A Rant about Whiny Ranters

2005-08-06T07:36:00.000+08:00

Unknown to many of my friends, I am a regular visitor and also member of an Ragnarok Online forum. Hell, I've got 2 RO-based fan fictions and am close to having typed out a thousand posts (not counting all the spam in spam central or the deleted messages). Now what has all of that got to do with this post in my blog? Pretty much everything. On the said forum, there is a certain guy, let's call him V, whom I swear the Rants section is his home.

Honestly, I know that the rants section was created for the specific intent of getting users to release their frustrations but seriously, this guy ~~complains~~ whines about everything. Let's take a good look at a few of his rants (which by luck he made into a thread).

To date, he has ranted about:
1) The Common Cold - He said

I don't normally wish other people would get sick instead of me, but I'll make an exception in this case. I never see anyone else getting the cold, it's only me. Whenever people blow their noses, they do it in a soft tissue and throw it away, never to blow their nose for a few weeks at least. As for me, I keep wearing out hankerchiefs. Why is it always me? Why can't someone who deserves the cold get it instead of me for once?

My response? Good grief, hasn't it ever occured to you that if you whine about the common cold, that YOU DO DESERVE IT!!!??? My god, this guy is such an idiot, and he's in Melbourne mind you. He's studying in Melbourne and I'm supposed to be the stupid one and he's the one ranting about the common cold.

2) Shaving - He Says

I cut myself shaving this morning, and it didn't stop bleeding for... oh, let's say an hour. When little Billy trips over and grazes his knees into bloody stumps, it lasts around 10 minutes at most. When Suzie the housewife cuts her finger with a meat cleaver while chopping the vegetables for dinner (she's blonde), it doesn't last for more than a few minutes. But oddly enough, a littlenick from a shaving blade will leak blood constantly for god knows how long, even if you press a towel against it. Hell, by the time the cut's over, you'll have a nice rust-brown rag to hang up somewhere.

My Response? Dude, if you can't even use the frigging blade, USE A FREAKING ELECTRIC SHAVER!!!! I mean come on, I've been shaving for a good 5 years and I'm using a Gillete Mach3 razor, 3 blades means 3 times as likely to cut myself, and not ONCE, NOT ONCE have I ever cut myself. And I use freaking soap before i shave, none of those expensive shaving creams or moisturizers. I don't see the point of him ranting about his retarded shaving skills.

3)Ian Thorpe (some famous Australian swimmer or something) - He says

I've seen him on countless breakfast cereal commercials and the like, and he even has some kind of weird mineral water drink named after him. You'd think with all this advertising and hype he'd blow the competition right out of the water, right? Wrong. He loses to fellow sell-out Michael Phelps.

My Response? It is not when a swimmer loses that should worry him, it's the fact that he's watching men in tight suits swimming. It is times like this I wonder if he ever asks himself why he doesn't have a girlfriend yet cause then I'd just say, "Because You're ~~not charming enough~~ A FREAKING WHINY BITCH!!!! YOU'RE WHINIER THAN MOST GIRLS I KNOW!!!" Wonder if he really knows that athletics don't really pay much in terms of money, so they have to survive on sponsorship and this isn't a sell-out thing, MORON! Every top-class athlete does it!

4) School Bathrooms - He says

These are totally rancid. I hold two parties responsible for this - the school authorities and student terrorists. If you're going to absolutely desecrate the school toilets, the least you can do is FLUSH. I kid you not - the floors are wet with something besides water. Some people have such bad aim I'm certain it's deliberate. I'm absolutely sure some of the students have been eating undercooked Sukiyaki and spicy tacos to achieve this horrible effect. I only go in to get tissues (see Rantlet 1), and I'm so worried about my hygiene in that Temple of Filth I have to open and close the doors by kicking them.

My response? Good god, you kick the door down, good way to show those terrorists how ~~NOT~~ to take care of their toilets. Gee, you ~~must be sooo smart~~are an IDIOT for someone who's studying in Melbourne! Now, I'm really just insulted with that offer I got to study with RMIT, seems they accept any idiot with money nowadays.

5)Vending Machines - He says

The school vending machines are temperamental little gits. Sometimes they don't give you enough change, and sometimes they eat your money and refuse to vend anything. There's one drinks machine that shoots out your change right into one of the cracks in the platform floor. After depositing money and getting my drink, my change went shooting out, and all three coins rolled straight into the crack, never to be seen by me again. I wouldn't be suprised if there's a little pan there collecting the change. In other times, pressing the button for cherry cola chucks a can of lemon water your way. And the school principal has the nerve to complain about people shaking the machines?

My Response? I don't know about you, but where I come from; when you put money in a vending machine, you get what you want from it unless the machine's run out of it. Geez, how much of an idiot are you if you can't even use a vending machine? And here's the best part, he's not alone. I mean seriously, I've never had a problem with vending machines at all, and I'm sure a majority of people here don't have problems as well. Maybe the problem does lie in the idiots who can't use a machine. And those machines are expensive to replace, so the principal has the right to complain MORON!

6)His pet cat (that's right, his pet cat) - He says

I got a pet cat for birthday. 9 months down the road, he's an utter pain. I let the little pest into the house because it was cold and rainy outside, and he proceeded to defecate behind a chair. It seemed he wasn't the only one eating undercooked Sukiyaki and spicy tacos. He's an aggressive little menace too, I really should have named him Hitler. As I'm writing this, he's trying to scratch me because I won't share my food with him. To top it all off, he keeps trying to follow me to school, only to hide when I try to catch him. Whenever I carry him back home, he trails me again. I have to get the neighbors to hold him down while I make my getaway, for christ's sake. I should have got a dog instead.

My response? I have a pet cat too, she scratches me all over. I have holes all over my hand because of her and also several scratches that litter my body like garbage in a city dump. But do you see me complain? That's because my cat loves me, she licks my nose every morning and also the wounds she inflicts on me, because she loves me. Now your cat, HATES you, for good reason too you whiny little bitch.

Now then, as you can see, he whines and whines and whines like no other. Moreover he whines about things he has no power to change, AT ALL! Seriously people, if you want to rant, rant about something significant, not something idiotic like a cat that you don't want to get rid of, or that swimmer dude you can't seem to take your eyes off of because he's wearing tights and you swing that way. Honestly, sometimes I wonder if him not getting a girlfriend is nature's way of killing his kind off.

Oh no, did I rant about something stupid (I.E. Him) GOOD GOD! I AM DOOOMMMEEEDDDDDD!!! Yeah right, he's had this coming for awhile!

Why are Fat People not happy?

2005-08-04T18:44:00.000+08:00

An argument I've always had with my brother often happened while we were eating together. Often when we pig out, (well, usually when one of us is taking a bite into his food while the other isn't) we end up chanting "SEMANGAT!" (it's like our code for 'PIG!') and then we'd get into a row about who has less to lose, the fat person (me) or the thin one (him) when he pigs out.

One argument he has is that he has nothing to worry about because he's thin and he can pig out all he wants while I can't. Well, I'm not one to resist a challenge, so let's go to it!

First of all, Fat people are already FAT! What's the harm of taking in more food? We're already fat so saying that I'd get fat from eating more food is kinda redundant. If it's one thing, thin people are the ones who's always worried about what they take. Questions like "Is this too fattening?" or "Is this going to go to my waists later?" and even "Oh god, my diet!" comes to their minds while all we fat people think about is, "Does this taste good?" Kinda puts things into perspectives doesn't it?

Second, Fat people are most probably already happy with the way they are, well, at least those who were fat in the first place. The only fat people you see exercising are those former thin ones who let themselves eat 20 pieces of fried chicken more than they ought to or perhaps a few of them have suddenly become self conscious. So really, why are fat people often labelled unhappy? There is this saying, my friend loves chanting it, "We live to eat, not eat to live" so as long as the food is good, we got good company that we can talk to, we're good. Really, we are.

Thirdly, We're gonna die! Seriously, that's something to look forward to. NOT! I admit that maybe we do have far more disastrous health risks than the thin people but I've said this once before; There isn't a better thing than to die fat, young and happy! We don't have to face taxes, we don't have to worry about life or whether we'd be lonely all our lives. We'd just be all happy and shit with our coffins and 6 feet of dirt and gravel covering said boxes. /SARCASM (In case you haven't gotten it yet)

All right, on a more serious note: my hands are tired, my legs are catatonic and my back aches. 2 hours of gym does that to you. Yes, I go to a gym, but not for the fact that I'm, how you say, overweight, but because of the pure fact that I weighed myself one day and thought "Holy shit!" and pursued to change it. I'd prefer to just flatten this spare tire and perhaps even help improve my stamina. Nothing too drastic though, I'm no dreamer.

Anyway, I usually win these arguments with my brother, mainly because I play my trump card, "If you do not have anything to lose, then polish off this nice, big, juicy steak" then I'd pause for dramatic effect before going "which'll no doubt hit your waist tomorrow morning turning you into a big blob of fat!" real fast. He shuts up, and I get to polish of fthe steak. Fat people of the world! REJOICE as we continue trumping those wretched thinnies with our quick wit, sharp sarcasm and our fast and undeniably cutting remarks on how their food can go to their waists! VIVA LA FATTIES!!!

The Hyprocisy of Women's Liberation

2005-08-02T00:43:00.000+08:00

Call me a sexist, but I believe that the measure of true equality is when I can hit a woman as hard as I can hit a man. It's not that I condone violence against women, but I would like the comfort of knowing that I can hit a woman back should she provoke me first, without fear of reprisal from the police.

I don't understand women sometimes. They nag nag nag and start chanting that "Women's Liberation" mantra over and over, demanding more and more rights so that they'd be treated as equal as men and yet they also demand special treatment. They want to be treated nicely (i.e. Let us men get trampled on by their spiked heels or boots while they take all the glory of the work from us) and often enough, they use their feminine wiles to talk themselves out of the worst of problems, (i.e. a lil' peek at the cleavage to get away from a Speeding Ticket). You see, this is all just hyprocrasy to me. You all demand equal treatment yet you demand unequal treatment; men can't be treated nicely because what? They don't deserve it? My god you're all hyprocrits.

Sure, you all say, "The women are a weaker gender, hence they can't fight as well as men." I say BULLSHIT! You all are well more than capable of fending off any masculine muscle. All it takes is a little know-how. Most martial arts classes teach you that to counter an attacker's force, you need not use your own but his own strength against him. All you people need is a few lessons in how to divert an attackers energy away from yourself and preferably towards him. But no, you all refuse and want to be weak. Well, it's not my fault if you suddenly get knocked out by me because you refused to make yourself strong. But of course, you won't get knocked out by me if you didn't attack me. So if you ever plan to, take martial arts lessons, and then we'll be fighting on an even field.

And YOU MEN! I'm sick and tired of you all saying, "Oh she's so weak and bla bla bla". Let me tell you this, when a woman is capable of beating her own husband, she is no longer fragile. When she is capable of dominating him, controlling him and making him weak, she is no longer weak. When he is incapable of doing anything, for fear of embarassment or due to social ignorance to his plight, then a woman is no longer soft, she is FAIR GAME!! YOU ARE ALL WEAK FOR YIELDING TO THAT STUPID NOTION THAT A WOMAN IS GENTLE AND FRAGILE!!!! So few cases of husband battery and assault have ever surfaced yet these cases rise each year worldwide. This is mainly because the man feels it's his fault, or perhaps is it a problem with the law enforcement agencies. So much attention was put towards protecting the women that they lost sight of the men they too swore to protect.

A friend of mine mentioned that the problem lies with the majority of women that insist on putting on this charade of a weak life so that they won't have to do anything. How true that is, I do not know but if you women expect equal treatment, well as a former Prime Minister once said, "You look at your own backyard first, then look at mine" because the problem with advancing this liberation bullshit obviously starts in your own home grounds. First, tell these women that they can be strong, (which I understand you have tried, BUT TRY HARDER!!!) then you can tell the men that you want equal treatment. Also, if you demand equal treatment, DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT ASK FOR SPECIAL TREATMENT! It just demeans your cause.

Anyway, so ends this so-called sexist article. I just needed an outlet for this because it's been on my head for awhile. Anyway, to all the strong women of the world, good for you, to all the weak ones, I'll still break your arm without any qualms if you try anything with me, and to all the men, for god's sake, they're not soft, fragile or WEAK! They're well more than capable of beating you up. Now show me some backbone you spineless TWITS!

Rant! RANT! RANTTTTT!!!!

2005-07-12T20:31:00.000+08:00

Music: Ben Moody feat. Anastacia - Everything Burns

Well, first day of class today so I thought I'd start off with my first post here. No, that other one doesn't count because it was an introductory post and meant nothing. Anyway, what can we discuss about here today? Gee, not much since it was, after all, my first day of classes but Xiao did point out something that required talking about.

I find that today, people like to talk about life sucks, how they'd want to die and how they wish that they didn't have to do what they had to do. Now, the point I'm about to talk about isn't about how people don't appreciate life, but how they never, ever appreciate what they have.

Seriously, people today strive in the workplace for one reason and one reason only; MONEY! People even select jobs based on the idea that it'll get them someplace far financially. Even the sacred medical profession isn't safe. A lot of people mainly become doctors for the sole purpose of making money without even thinking about how much money it would cost or the time they spend. I know this argument is uber lame but seriously, I do not understand this.

People talk everyday about being happy but don't know what would do that. All they know is that their rich neighbour is happy and are hoping that the formula works for them. So in that pursuit of happiness that has been mauled and perverted to the point that it's no longer about being truly happy, but being FAT and RICH!

I quote this but I do not know who wrote it, "You're happy and satisfied; you have a loving family, a good stable job that you enjoy and even that beat up old Honda is your pride and joy. Then your neighbour drives up with his Ferrari and 24 year old supermodel girlfriend and suddenly you're filled with seething rage and curse your unfortunate life." Why do I quote this? Because it's to make a point; WE ARE ALL IDIOTS! We listen to the media! We look at how the rich and famous live, we only want their lives because they have it! Not because we need it, we don't truly need all those luxuries.

No, all we need is a roof over our heads, a good steady job that gives us enough to get by while also giving enough for us to save for a rainy day or perhaps the kid's college fund. We don't really need a luxurious car, we just need a car that gets us from Point A to Point B.

Speaking of cars, the only difference between that beat-up old Honda and that Ferrari is that the latter gets you to Point B faster.

I just thought of something, I suppose I also bring up this subject because... Well the women of today are just.. just so very wrong. A common thing I hear from women today is, "I want to marry a rich old man, so that I don't have to work anymore" Seriously, ladies, with all due respect; WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU??? I bet you all don't remember how you were as little girls, imagining that you met that Prince Charming and him sweeping off your feet and getting married to that man you love. No, Prince Charming was replaced with some horny, perverted old man with a big bag o' gold who'll likely keel over before the honeymoon is over.

Even if you are fortunate enough to find some old man with money who isn't already married, chances are that he's not married because he's wary of money-hungry witches who are only out for his money. Remember, a rich man doesn't remain rich because he's dumb and horny. And someone had the gall to point out that even poor guys can cheat on you, much like rich old men. They also say poor guys also date girls who are rich for their money. Well then, you're both as equally screwed up because quite frankly, I've never met a rich girl who wasn't interested in someone who isn't in her own income level.

So for those of you who aren't rich, be happy you aren't because then you don't have to meet these witches who'll likely suck you dry if you win the lottery. Fortune may be fun but it has its price. Now off with you then, I'm done ranting so now I'm off to my TV, watching my satellite TV to live in pure middle-income bliss.

A whole new beginning

2005-06-29T02:43:00.000+08:00

Hey there,
Somehow you found your way to my new blog so welcome. First off I stopped my other blog, The Daily Life of An Intern because, well, I finished my internship at McCann Erickson. It was a good 3 months but life must go on. In this blog, I will use all that I've learnt in my time there as well as my own personal experiences outside of work to explain the inner workings of the world, as well as the hidden mechanics that people normally overlook.

Being someone who studies advertising, I am well aware of the many different types of illusions that blinds us from the true reality. And as much as you would like to think that such illusions are silly and stupid, even if they exist, they are indeed needed. Why? To prevent chaos, to prevent YOU the reader from ever realizing that something is wrong with the world around you and I kid you not, something is WRONG.

So! Welcome to my Reality, the one I will unveil to you from behind the curtains of illusion. Scary ain't it?