Friday, November 25, 2005
KL pretty much rock but sux at the same time. it rocks cause i had my uncle and my cousin, jolene (refer to previous post). jolene is a talking machine. but, she's more or less, like the one you see in the digi advertisement where more talktime is good. haha. kidding. she's a chirpy one and she sure as hell makes everyone look damn quiet in her presence.
their family, my uncle and auntie lar... were gracious enough as host on my last day to show us the way to pudu. i admit, i'm blind and blur as hell in KL. i can't even navigate a turn from sg. wang to imbi back to lowyat without getting lost.... (kidding but you get what i mean).
anyway, KL's pretty much a blast except the walking part. and i was having a hell of a stomach ache during the visit that everytime after i eat, my face will be like cringing. i look like some retard frog. sorry to jolene and family. it was pretty tiring having to handle a stomach about to burst the whole day. i later found out in Selayang hospital that the ordeal or pain is actually a very serious shit of gastric. fuck gastric. i hate it. hurts like chee bye.
now, i'm ok. he gave me some medication and i've taken it for two days and so far.. so good. stomach's not acting shitty anymore. go prevacid. i've got a new addition to my daily dose of drugs now.
anyway. now i'm in penang. blogging from my lab. will be back here in a few days with (hopefully) pictures. loads but not too much of pictures. and maybe some more updates and crazy nothings from mee. btw, the char koay teow in sin tatt garden rocks my sox. i am just soooooo gonna whallop the food here it will be ecstacy!... that is... if my stomach don't fucking chee bye lan cheow cringe with grasticitis anymore.
Saturday, November 19, 2005
I bought three shit only. And all in all, I spent RM100. What a whopper. I bought nothing much. nothing electronic. Just a wallet for my friend, a sex toy (dice thingy.. damn nice!) and a shirt. the shirt was for 10 bucks sing. i was like OMG, OMG.. cheap man. Then it dawned upon me. MCH, if change to RM also 22.15 lar. CCB.
anyway, I was really looking forward to meeting my auntie and cousin staying there. hopefully they will take me around lar. but i called them like 4-10 times and no one answered. sucks i know. but damn... it was a tiring and boring experiencc. of course i haven't experienced the National Zoo yet. They say it's da bomb there. And I might be going again during Christmas. BTW, my mom booked a holiday stay somewhere .. i dunno where. forgot. but i guess it's another family outing. hahaha.
Jolene is not da EVIL, maybe she'll let me use her PC to go online. then maybe I can update some shit.
waiting for an MRT is tiring but at least they're not as slow as the ones in KL.
NS 22 - Orchard
listening to : jay chou - fa ru xue
Thursday, November 17, 2005
or in malay, its translated as Harry Potter dan Gelas Berapi. kinda weird if you ask me.
anyway, i went to catch this movie in GSC Pelangi IOI Mall. it was the pawn. IOI Mall i mean. the place has shaded parking lot. plus it's free. i'm a sucker for all small detailed shit.
anyway. Harry Potter is surprisingly nice. if you're an avid fan of HP and don't mind the nitpicking small details, I'm sure you'd enjoy this movie. some people will find it hard to accept some small details but let's look at the large picture. the small details are not supposed to matter. that's why they're called small details. bah... humbug.
In "HARRY POTTER AND THE GOBLET OF FIRE," the fourth film adaptation of J.K. Rowling's popular Harry Potter novel series, Harry (Daniel Radcliffe) must contend with being mysteriously selected to compete in the prestigious Triwizard Tournament, a thrilling international competition that pits him against older and more experienced students from Hogwarts and two rival European wizarding schools. Meanwhile, supporters of Harry's nemesis, the evil Lord Voldemort (Ralph Fiennes), send a shockwave of fear throughout the wizard community when their Dark Mark scorches the sky at the Quidditch World Cup, signaling Voldemort's return to power. But for Harry, this is not the only harrowing news causing him anxiety -- he still has yet to find a date for Hogwarts' Yule Ball dance. [via]anyway, the movie started off rather dark and i admit a lot of scenes from the book were cut. however, nothing that would interrupt the movie. if you haven't read the book, it's okay to ski it and jump straightforward to this movie.
however, as long as the movie is (2 and a half hours) there were parts that i were rather disappointed being cut short. basically the quidditch cup and the triwizard tournament.
the dragon fight was ok... the mermaids were rather intimidating but sometimes i was going WTF happened? i had to refer to the book in order to comprehend more. however, the most disappointing one was the maze. nothing much there. it ended in a whop. however, the birth of dark lord (Voldemort) was kinda cool. Ralph Fiennes did it okay i think.
there were some funny and yucky parts like the love affair between Hagrid and the Beauxbaton headmistress. The beauxbatons were to die for. and Hermoine looks stunning. Ron is still his usual nerdy self (hahaha) but Cedric was ok and Harry looks more mature. The nice character which portrays a talent for evil is Viktor Krum. albeit he didn't actually turn evil but he did look the part.
and Cho Chang. she's cute. but nothing exotic. if she were to look like Kristin Kreuk aka Lana Lang from Smallville then it'd be to die for. and Harry's rejection would be much much MUCH more painful.
all in all, it was way better than the first 3 movies in my humble opinion.
overall, i'd give it a solid 8/10.
so, their results were out and they all passed (must see who's the teacher lar...)
and since we had some time to spare we started talking. mainly about places. pulau sibu, pangkor and all those shit. maybe we'll plan an outing together sometime. maybe not. who knows. but the idea is there.
anyway, we hopped topics till we reach infidelity (unfaithfullness)
so there we were. the 4 of us. talking about infidelity.
"i think i might go out to find another woman once i'm married. i can't keep myself to one girl"
i say : "but you'll ruin your family."
"well, i've been thinking but i don't know how i can cope with temptations"
another student said "guys like you will die alone and be lonely"
then another student said "i have a friend, female who says she's very attracted to married men. it's a different kind of attraction. i guess it shows maturity and security. however, i did told her that she'd be ruining otherpeople's marriage but she says she can't help it"
student A says "imagine what would you do if your wife were out there with another guy?"
"but it's different, when a guy has two girls... it usually is because they're playful and they can be in love with two girls at the same time. however, when a woman sleeps with another guy... it can only mean one thing. she has lost all love for you and she has thought it all over. in one word, it's called... OVER."
student A "yes, that i agree. guys are more playful than woman. but his wife would lose all love for him. do you know how much hurt this would cause the girl?"
"i know, but i wouldn't let her know."
everyone "but you can't hide it forever and most probably, everything leaks..."
at last i say "it's like this. imagine that your world's most favourite food is KFC. and then you can eat KFC everyday. wouldn't that be nice? however, after some time, you get bored of KFC and decide to try Pizza Hut or McDee.But from that day onwards, you can never eat KFC again... ever! then you'd only realize how much you miss KFC. "
i continue "you will never realize what you've got and how important it is until you've lost it."
see... food referencing works everytime!
her post... (although might not be directed to me cause i doubt she reads my blog...)
The one that makes me laugh the most come from the "animal-loving" bigots. Cockroaches not animals?! AREN'T THEY? I DIDN'T LEARN DURING PRIMARY SCHOOL!fact : i never said cockroaches are insects. i said they are pests.
Cockroaches are insects, yes?insect
1. Any of numerous usually small arthropod animals of the class Insecta, having an adult stage characterized by three pairs of legs and a body segmented into head, thorax, and abdomen and usually having two pairs of wings. Insects include the flies, crickets, mosquitoes, beetles, butterflies, and bees.
2. Any of various similar arthropod animals, such as spiders, centipedes, or ticks. See Regional Note at lightning bug.
Swallowing your words now, pretentious bastard? Still an "animal" lover?
Curiously enough... The word "insect" also describes you!
3. An insignificant or contemptible person.
How very apt, especially the insignificant part!
(so.. she must be referring to her commenters)
A pest, an animal (usually an insect), or sometimes a plant (weed) with characteristics that are injurious or harmful to humans.and ...
By extension, pest can refer also to a contagious deadly disease, a pestilence such as the Bubonic plague.
Curiously enough... The word "pest" also describes you, pink poodle!
By further analogy, pest in the slang sense can refer to an annoying person, especially one difficult to get rid of.over and out. i shall never mention about this ordeal in my blog ever AGAIN. so this topic is closed. until i decide that i might need to explain it further to dumb fuck idiots.
comment disabled to stop fucking flamers who either like or dislike xx.
focus on the issue not the faces.
p/s: in order to avoid over circulation in the blogosphere, this post will not reach PPS.
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
There was a time when I would have never accepted the concept of a god-less universe. I was born and raised a Hindu Brahmin (the highest caste of the archaic caste system), but I converted to Christianity (much like Ravi Zacharias, but unlike Zachy I left the faith a year later) in 2001. I was a good Christian for a few months, dutifully praising god, spending my quiet time meditating on his "Word" and trying to spread his word to the unsaved. Basically, I became a fuckstick. I apologise unreservedly to those people whose lives I had made a "living hell" by my constant harping on salvation in Christ Jesus.
Without god, life assumes even more meaning as we can then associate with living in a more personal way. For me, I realise therefore that my life is finite, and I want to make it as meaningful as possible, so on my deathbed, I have no regrets that I didn't lead it fully. As a Christian I was thinking of Jesus coming back and me being accountable to him. I now realise I am accountable only to me. How I live my life now will determine how satisfied I am later. Then when death comes it shall be like the end of a journey, tiring but fun. There is joy with a twinge of sadness, which is way more human than a ridiculous concept of everlasting life with god and his gang. Heaven is a great 30 second orgasm after sex, hell is an everlasting one.
Hence I am atheist.
When it comes to bullshit, big-time, major league bullshit, you have to stand in awe of the all-time champion of false promises and exaggerated claims, religion. No contest. No contest. Religion. Religion easily has the greatest bullshit story ever told. Think about it. Religion has actually convinced people that there's an invisible man living in the sky who watches everything you do, every minute of every day. And the invisible man has a special list of ten things he does not want you to do. And if you do any of these ten things, he has a special place, full of fire and smoke and burning and torture and anguish, where he will send you to live and suffer and burn and choke and scream and cry forever and ever 'til the end of time!and he continues but this is my favourite part... except the one on top (in bold) that is...
But He loves you. He loves you, and He needs money! He always needs money! He's all-powerful, all-perfect, all-knowing, and all-wise, somehow just can't handle money! Religion takes in billions of dollars, they pay no taxes, and they always need a little more. Now, you talk about a good bullshit story. Holy Shit!
So rather than be just another mindless religious robot, mindlessly and aimlessly and blindly believing that all of this is in the hands of some spooky incompetent father figure who doesn't give a shit, I decided to look around for something else to worship. Something I could really count on.now my last question is...
And immediately, I thought of the sun. Happened like that. Overnight I became a sun-worshipper. Well, not overnight, you can't see the sun at night. But first thing the next morning, I became a sun-worshipper. Several reasons. First of all, I can see the sun, okay? Unlike some other gods I could mention, I can actually see the sun. I'm big on that. If I can see something, I don't know, it kind of helps the credibility along, you know? So everyday I can see the sun, as it gives me everything I need; heat, light, food, flowers in the park, reflections on the lake, an occasional skin cancer, but hey. At least there are no crucifixions, and we're not setting people on fire simply because they don't agree with us.
Sun worship is fairly simple. There's no mystery, no miracles, no pageantry, no one asks for money, there are no songs to learn, and we don't have a special building where we all gather once a week to compare clothing. And the best thing about the sun, it never tells me I'm unworthy. Doesn't tell me I'm a bad person who needs to be saved. Hasn't said an unkind word. Treats me fine. So, I worship the sun. But, I don't pray to the sun. Know why? I wouldn't presume on our friendship. It's not polite.
I've often thought people treat God rather rudely, don't you? Asking trillions and trillions of prayers every day. Asking and pleading and begging for favors. Do this, gimme that, I need a new car, I want a better job. And most of this praying takes place on Sunday His day off. It's not nice. And it's no way to treat a friend.
But people do pray, and they pray for a lot of different things, you know, your sister needs an operation on her crotch, your brother was arrested for defecating in a mall. But most of all, you'd really like to fuck that hot little redhead down at the convenience store. You know, the one with the eyepatch and the clubfoot? Can you pray for that? I think you'd have to. And I say, fine. Pray for anything you want. Pray for anything, but what about the Divine Plan?
Remember that? The Divine Plan. Long time ago, God made a Divine Plan. Gave it a lot of thought, decided it was a good plan, put it into practice. And for billions and billions of years, the Divine Plan has been doing just fine. Now, you come along, and pray for something. Well suppose the thing you want isn't in God's Divine Plan? What do you want Him to do? Change His plan? Just for you? Doesn't it seem a little arrogant? It's a Divine Plan. What's the use of being God if every run-down shmuck with a two-dollar prayerbook can come along and fuck up Your Plan?
And here's something else, another problem you might have: Suppose your prayers aren't answered. What do you say? "Well, it's God's will." "Thy Will Be Done." Fine, but if it's God's will, and He's going to do what He wants to anyway, why the fuck bother praying in the first place? Seems like a big waste of time to me! Couldn't you just skip the praying part and go right to His Will? It's all very confusing.
So to get around a lot of this, I decided to worship the sun. But, as I said, I don't pray to the sun. You know who I pray to? Joe Pesci. Two reasons: First of all, I think he's a good actor, okay? To me, that counts. Second, he looks like a guy who can get things done. Joe Pesci doesn't fuck around. In fact, Joe Pesci came through on a couple of things that God was having trouble with.
For years I asked God to do something about my noisy neighbor with the barking dog, Joe Pesci straightened that cocksucker out with one visit. It's amazing what you can accomplish with a simple baseball bat.
So I've been praying to Joe for about a year now. And I noticed something. I noticed that all the prayers I used to offer to God, and all the prayers I now offer to Joe Pesci, are being answered at about the same 50% rate. Half the time I get what I want, half the time I don't. Same as God, 50-50. Same as the four-leaf clover and the horseshoe, the wishing well and the rabbit's foot, same as the Mojo Man, same as the Voodoo Lady who tells you your fortune by squeezing the goat's testicles, it's all the same: 50-50. So just pick your superstition, sit back, make a wish, and enjoy yourself.
And for those of you who look to The Bible for moral lessons and literary qualities, I might suggest a couple of other stories for you. You might want to look at the Three Little Pigs, that's a good one. Has a nice happy ending, I'm sure you'll like that. Then there's Little Red Riding Hood, although it does have that X-rated part where the Big Bad Wolf actually eats the grandmother. Which I didn't care for, by the way. And finally, I've always drawn a great deal of moral comfort from Humpty Dumpty. The part I like the best? "All the king's horses and all the king's men couldn't put Humpty Dumpty back together again." That's because there is no Humpty Dumpty, and there is no God. None, not one, no God, never was. In fact, I'm gonna put it this way. If there is a God, may he strike this audience dead! See? Nothing happened. Nothing happened? Everybody's okay? All right, tell you what, I'll raise the stakes a little bit. If there is a God, may he strike me dead. See? Nothing happened, oh, wait, I've got a little cramp in my leg. And my balls hurt. Plus, I'm blind. I'm blind, oh, now I'm okay again, must have been Joe Pesci, huh? God Bless Joe Pesci. Thank you all very much. Joe Bless You!
Who the fuck is Joe Pesci?
i'm not actually against christianity. people who believes in it will continue to do so, there's nothing any tom, dick and harry can do about that. it's hard arguing about religion as it is very subjective in nature. anything can be interpreted in two ways.
but this george carlin is damn... blows me up everytime.
but after getting it repaired, i heard sounds. whirring sounds. heck, it sounds even worse than before getting it repaired.
i went back and made a storm. they repaired it. it was some kind of ball bearings. they changed it for me.
now that's after service and customer satisfaction!
thank god or I could've ended up like tok rimau here. [via]
muahahahaha! nasib baik aku check dulu! nyenyenye!
selalu mau biasa mau check ini barang sebelum jalan - pesanan dari Rajan.i totally agree.
p/s: i also found some english bloopers. wtf does this mean?
it's trouble! I have fogot to be light in the connor. - some idioti wonder what would Disney say...?
it hit me right on the head with a very vivid imagination...
"blitz on motorcyclists"...
my mind went blank.
i clicked on it.
damn, i thought it was damn interesting and different. i was wrong. it was just any other today's news. nothing that tv smith's dua cen haven't covered.
why did i think it was interesting?
blitz is a football term.
3. Football A sudden charge upon the quarterback by one or more of the linebackers or defensive backs when the ball is snapped. Also called red-dog.i thought motorcyclists in malaysia was being tackled. now that would be a sight.
foreplay. the word alone evoke emotions of sensation. however to the common few, foreplay is.. like... still a damn alien term.
most men go direct to sex omitting foreplay. what they seldom understand is that foreplay plays an integral part in a healthy sexual relationship.
however, as i am sitting here in front of my computer i wonder what is foreplay? it differs from people to people right?
some people get excitement just from kissing (french style). other people get excitement from masturbation. i mean, those are extreme ends.
other type of foreplay might include, fetish activities, BDSM (Bondage "Sadomasochism"...sex maniac), or even sexual roleplaying.
ahha! now that I mention sexual roleplaying. how do people get turned on by sexual roleplaying? giving your gf a nurse costume or a Princess Leia suit justifies roleplay or do they need to act the part too?
maybe i shuould get back our drama costume from the library and prepare it in my cupboard just in case i might need it for erotic foreplay. i mean, animal roleplay are the p()rn instinct man!
now on to BDSM. WTF is bdsm? the way i see it, teenagers now are soooooooo freaking into BDSM. you wanna know why i came to this conclusion? well, the fact that they think they're cool wearing all those collars on their neck and those long lines of rope from their jeans. i mean, wtf is that for?
now what if.... you want roleplay and your other half prefers BDSM? man, that would be bad. don't give me the compromise shit. i mean, some people view bdsm as degrading while others view costume roleplay as degrading.
obviously, most of the time... girls get the foreplay advantage and only occasionally do the man get the foreplay advantage (depends on the girl lar).
how do I know?
Men are machines. they get orgasm from mechanical repetition of stroking and that's a fact. it's just a matter of how long before they ejaculate.
women, they're more complicated. they prefer getting mindfucked most of the time. (no, not fucking their brains off, it means they prefer emotional responses compared to physical responses)
so, know your foreplay!
p/s: i'm sooo fucking sorry if you're fucking offended by this post cause this is a post for one purpose, entertainment in my already boring life. it is also a blown up proportion of what i am thinking. so, pls don't get tooooo offended.
why do i come to this conclusion? there are numerous reasons. i believe they were born with some pyschology disorder screwed into their DNA.
the first disorder is called the "optional death" syndrome. why is it called optional death? because any option will lead to the death or demise of yourself.
gf : this girl pretty or this girl pretty?
bf : both also not pretty. you are the prettiest.
gf : i am talking about these two girls lar.
bf : oh, if i have to choose then, that one lar.
gf : so, you like her lar.... !@#$%^~!.................................................
bf : WTF?
have you ever met this shit?
and the second disorder is called the "toothpick thin" syndrome. why? cause they're never satisfied until they look as thin as a toothpick.
gf : my [insert any body part here] is flabby. i need to slim down.
bf : but you haven't ate anything and you have been dieting for the past 10 months.
gf : you like to see me fat meh?
bf : but you look nice the way you are now.
gf : no lar, [so and so] said i fat ady lar.
bf : .......................
the third and final disorder is called the "death trap". no matter what you do, you die.
gf : do you love me?
bf : yes i do (answer instantly)
gf : you answer so fast no need to think one meh? har? you lie lar you!
bf : yes i do (took some time)
gf : why you took so long to answer.. har? very hard is it this question. you ccb, go to die lar. we break up better lar if you need to even think for so long whether you love me or not.
bf : CCB.
you see, girls are creatures created by god to give us a hard time. and i hate it when guys reveal our secrets to these girls so that these girls can understand our mind. these are our exclusive secrets and just for some fame, they reveal the secret. you know those, "10 questions to ask your bf" and those kind of shit from women's magazine?
i'd not be surprised if it was written by males. i mean, which fucked up idiot reveals the secret trump card for just a few quick bucks. our whole civilization and our children depend on those secrets. and you wanna screw it for some quick buck? you people who reveal our secrets deserve a darwin's award!
what irks me more is when male conspire with female to make our life harder. i mean blog war was cool. faking it.. is plain BULL SHIT (bawang merah quote).
Vincent and Claire's self proclaimed bullshit fake blog war just fucking sucks, why? cause blog war is cool, no blog war = not cool.
another example of war mongering nobodies faking a war to make their life more significant. basically it just pisses ppl off.
now that's taking a side. my side.
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
whoever the fuck that begins to ramble about free press in other countries are fucking delusional. so STFU cause there really is no such thing as a free press.
i would love to dig and back up my comments but i'll just leave it here. don't believe me?
nvm.. i started searching already... see what trouble i have to go to for you dumb people?
Item: The White House called the president of NBC to discourage the network from airing interviews with Kitty Kelley, author of the new book about the Bush family that, among other things, alleges George W.'s cocaine use during his father's presidency.
Readers, in millions of cases, have no way of finding out whether their newspapers are fair or not, honest or distorted, truthful or colored. Intelligent readers frequently ask for means of testing the press.
The easiest way is to buy copies of newspapers for a week or so, study them carefully, and compare news and headlines. If the reader does this with a news item about a strike in which he is a participant, or a mass meeting where he was a speaker or a listener, or some event where bias and perversion for special motives may enter, he will be able within one hour to find out which is the honest, which the dishonest newspaper. (Let him not be guided by his own bias if possible.)
As terrible as it is to live in a nation where the press in known to be controlled by the government, at least one has the advantage of knowing the bias is present, and to adjust for it. In the United States of America, we are taught from birth that our press is free from such government meddling. This is an insideous lie about the very nature of the news institution in this country. One that allows the government to lie to us while denying the very fact of the lie itself.related links : war mongering
it is ludicrous to throw a human being in jail for torturing animals because animals are not capable for self-conscious thoughts. They do not possess the ability to be self-aware, and therefore are not bestowed with the knowledge of their very existance.and again...
Well before I digressed, I was saying that animals do not need to be pampered. I do not proclaim to be a frantic animal lover (only like them if they are cute; animal lovers, do you love cockroaches? Don't gimme bullshit, if you are an "animal lover" then you love all animals, else you are just a CUTE-LOVER), and nor do I have anything against people who are infatuated with animals...p/s: cockroaches are PESTS, they are what we call in BM "Serangga perosak", thus we don't really need to freaking love them in any fucking way. in fact kill them as soon as you see them cause they not only are a pest but they might cause a disease epidemic... who knows right?
I hate it when people treat animals better than they treat humans!i hate it too...
but do you really have to resort to this?
Yeah right kiddo, he only loves you coz he knows you will give him food. Why not test his love by sending him to your neighbour, who gives him tastier food from now on, and see if he returns? If he does, it is possibly coz your neighbour doesn't masturbate him and you do (out of love, you proclaim). Conditioned responses, all conditioned responses.this reminds me so much of skinner's research on operant conditioning.
and guess what she is promoting...
Anyway, once again, before I digressed, I was saying that the Thais have made me realise that there is NO NEED WHATSOEVER TO PAMPER ANIMALS.in singapore puppies are not allowed to lick tourists' hands one meh?
It is obvious the animals were kept in bad conditions, very bad conditions. The snakes were in mineral water bottles, the squirrels swung around via a string tied to their necks, and the puppies pushed around and allowed to lick every tourists' filthy hand.
i mean, i understand the notion of no need to PAMPER animals but... nevermind. i should let my cousin, a veterinarian in Singapore read this. hahaha!
Monday, November 14, 2005
the stress level for discourse analysis alone was ELECTRIFYING. dr.U's scary face does not really help matters. I mean, she is clever, that I have to hand it to her. but her "I don't give a fuck about you" attitude can really get on nerves sometimes. She really should not only bury herself in DA books. Go find some consolation in Communication books I say. It will certainly help eleviate your status in the hearts of many. Yes I say this as an advice because I like the subject but not the experience. She was a good one. She taught us to see things from a different perspective and be critical but still, respect cannot be mistaken for solidarity.
anyway, back to the topic.
after my letter of complain to Padini, Mr. Chan(Executive Director) e-mailed me. telling me that he will investigate stuffs and get back to me asap.
true enough in a few days, he e-mailed me back with his telephone no. asking me to either personally call him or leave him my phone number so that he could personally discuss the matter with me.
I have had an investigation done into the incident concerned and am indeed very disappointed that something like this had to happen while the company is actually in the midst of promoting a customer-centric culture.I left him my contact no. and he called me after the deeparaya holidays.
I wonder if it is not too much to ask if I could have your contact number so that I can personally speak with you and provide you with an explanation of the incident. Considering how the festive holidays are just round the corner, I really do hope to have this whole matter resolved as soon as possible so that it would not look as if we were dragging our feet over the matter or being insincere in our efforts to address the issue.
Or alternatively, if you do not wish to have your contact number divulged, I can be contacted at 03 xxxx xxxx. This is my direct line and should you call and I do not answer the telephone, it means that I may have stepped out of my office to attend to meetings or perhaps even to answer a call of nature. By the way, I will be away for the whole of next week and if I cannot get to speak with you by this Friday, I hope to do so some time after next week.
He then proceeded to explain to me that the personnel involved was not supposed to catch me without solid proof. They are not permitted to catch a customer on account ofsuspicion. the customer always gets the benefit of a doubt.
all in all, he said that it was a fault that they are willing to bear.
they offered compensation.
Once again I would like to thank you for your kindness and patience in dealing with the matter. As a token of our appreciation, we will be sending you RMxxx worth of Padini Gift Vouchers for your spending pleasure. We will have the item sent to you over the next few days or so either by Poslaju or by courier.true enough, this came into my mail in two days.
I hope that you will continue to shop with Padini and perhaps you may also write to me or to our CCR dept again should you have any other suggestions for us to consider in raising our levels of customers service.
so all in all, i guess the matter is resolved but i still doubt i will step into City Square's Padini again. Maybe in other shopping malls but definitely not this one.
of course for me, garlic is the pawn!
anyway, blog police or no blog police, fighting is wrong. that's lesson no.3 in parenting. no. 2 is no throwing tantrums. no.1 would be "don't fucking shit or pee in your pants".
however, standing up for yourself and protecting your opinions and views can certainly be a worthy cause.
again, i'm confused.
the recent fucking hoo haa is really trivial. however, it has reached the tipping point. the one point where it makes sure whether the epidemic breaks out. this tipping point is the only difference between widespread epidemic and containment.
those participating are not really helping matters with snideful remarks that eleviate the tension. most of the posts just continued to hit, wham and bam a certain party. however, keep in mind this phrase "if you have nothing good to say, then have a nice hot cup of STFU!". do not eleviate tensions as people would most definitely retaliate to whatever shit it is you are spewing out of your mouth, regardless of how stupid or how intelligent your post is.
other third parties like yours truly included just sit back and watch the drama unfold cause basically there's nothing more interesting in the brogosphere than war mongering nobodies.
da man is over and out!
p/s: more info on the padini fiasco coming up. glad to say that the problem has been solved sometime ago. thanks to the swift response from Mr. Chan. and then hor, my fucking computer damn tulan me now. cannot boot up also. 1 long beep. i suspect it's the ram or mobo. dunno lar, really screwed up lar.
i started packing today. can't wait to get back. all my shirts tucked in a bag looks really bloated. going to singapore and kl then back to pg.
Sunday, November 13, 2005
fiction or truth? you decide:
Once upon a time, i mean a long long time ago. In a far far away place. There were two brothers, One was called timmy as was written in his super duper important birth proof cert. without that cert, he is a anak haram. Now, the more handsome brother but more "bin pueh kau" (thick skin) calls himself jimmy, although his very super duper important birth cert never has that small bit part but jimmy was clever. he dun care. he want also. so he started calling himself jimmy. clever leh!
Anyway, one day while jimmy was helping mom with the dishes, he very "da tulan" (fed up) with timmy because timmy got not much work. timmy was only cleaning the table, helping to feed the dogs and taking in the laundry.
"damn, so little things to do where can!" thought jimmy!
so, little jimmy go and screw the CCB timmy. he go there and start fucking timmy with voices that can kill a bird, his kukubird.. the one he keep, insisde his cage, always.
now, off topic, this kukubird of jimmy is very "da keng wan!" (GOOD). although kukubird is a bird, but it looks like a horse! it can sing, but only for girls, it can shoot but also only for girls. The kukubird's best friend is very important. It's name is RIGHT HAND. okok, too much but they very da good, meet everyday wan last time. However, the liquid on kukubird is very acidix so sometimes too much contact with RIGHT HAND also not good.
(I talking about using soap to bathe the bird lar, nabeh you all hamsap CB people!)
anyway, jimmy go and screw timmy. only to kena whallop by father-mee and mother-mee.
now, jimmy damn tulan ady! how can? i am the one! ok, I am neo, the ring bearer and the cheebye potter also cannot fight me. how come i still have to stay here and let these two people beat me up. i am da man! ok?
obviously, reading too much books is sometimes not good for your imagination.
now, jimmy very da clever, he keep quiet and say in his heart like every idiotic bad/evil mastermind..
"I'll get my revenge one day".
So with that, the whole family were quiet again.
Or at least they thought so...
(fast forward a few hours)
Now, in the middle of the night, jimmy would always wake up. So, today was no exception. Damn it, he had to go to the toilet again! What to do, his bladder was never good. And then he look at timmy's CB face. Still damn tulan with him!
(insert image of bulb flashing here)
"Ahha! I have an ideaa" thought jimmy.
You guessed it right. Jimmy went over to timmy's bed which is relatively easy as they share a room. He took his blanket and took it down. He made it to look like a pile of shit out of the blanket. Not literally but to look like. So it has more fabric in the middle.
Then, he continued to PEE on his blanket. Trying hard and hard to aim for the tip center of the fabric cause... got more cloth to absorb the water. muahahaha!
After relieving himself, jimmy felt relief x 2. Why? Because he had revenge and he also had relieved his bladder!
And that my friend is the end of the story.
since this was like the next best idea since sliced bread, jimmy continued to utilize the "pile, aim, shoot, relief" method a few more times.. in fact a few more times than timmy would've liked....
Well, the moral of the story is, never shit on your brother's blanket. Use something dissolve-able like PEE because biodegradable stuffs ROCK!
Bro :here's my version...
I’m gonna tell a particularly horrifying story that happened while we were still kids. I forgot the reason (as im sure has he), but he was mad at me for sumthing. I dunno wat, AND it wasn’t sumthing serious like stealing his girlfriend or stabbing his back or anything. Jus trivial, everyday sibling rivalry. Probably over who had to do the dishes or who gets the remote control or sumthing. Anyway, I forgot why, but he was FURIOS wif me tat 1 time (who hasn’t, hahaha…uhmm…back to the story). We were probably early teens or jus before. Anyway, it was jus a usual row, and I din suspect anything amiss when I went to sleep at night. HOWEVER…… when I woke up, I felt super weird. The blanket smelled like …..............…….PEE!!!!
I AM ABSOLUTELY SURE I DID NOT WET THE BED, HHHMMMKKAAAYYYY….!!!
But then leh hoh…… wat was I suppose to do??? Go tell my mom izzit??? Cannot rite?? She will kill me then call me a bed-wetter! Oh no no no no no no!!! hahaha. So I pretended nothing happened. I mean, my pants was ok, jus the blanket! So every nite I jus pushed the blanket off n slept like normal…….. till laundry day, and my mom washed the blanket……
tats the end of it. fast forward a few years…..
me and my bro were jus sitting around shooting bulls when he suddenly said:
“Wah, I remember got one time when I was very very angry wif u, and I was so pissed, I peed on ur blanket while you were sleeping. Hahahahahaha. Eng kai.”
whatever it is, you deserved it bro!"ENGKAI x 2"
Saturday, November 12, 2005
After Chicken Little causes widespread panic--when he mistakes a falling acorn for a piece of the sky--the young chicken is determined to restore his reputation. But just as things are starting to go his way, a real piece of the sky lands on his head. Chicken Little and his band of misfit friends, Abby Mallard (aka Ugly Duckling), Runt of the Litter and Fish Out of Water, attempt to save the world without sending the town into a whole new panic.the movie started off very nicely but predictably. however, as it progresses on, i was beginning to feel like it was a teen lovey dovey flick. thank god it wasn't.
the movie is in a word, funny. yes, the people in disney tried really hard to incorporate this part.
the characters are cute but there was no real graphic revolution here. it was .. urm.. normal lar.
anyway, the movie is a good family movie. however it lacks intellectual processing (since it's a kid movie, whaddaya expect!).
overall, i'd give this movie a solid 6/10 just for being funny!
Friday, November 11, 2005
anyway, today she's bugging me again while we were in jusco.
her: i want to eat McD sundae. Sundae.listening to : jay chou's latest MTV. the re-incarnation one.
me: you want sundae, i also want mar... I want saturday.
her: Chee Bye!
yes, this holiday is more subdued compared to the past cause there's basically less people there. and we all want a piece of a peaceful life.
however, we did manage to catch up through yam cha session and all those shit.
we went to futsal. i didn't know there this such AWESOME futsal stadium in butterworth. it charges 70 dollars an hour roughly but for 10 person, it'll come around 7 dollars per person. the field was nice. everything was good in the futsal field. but i was damn pissed off cause i got no boots and no shorts, so i had to lend.
another person's sticky butthole fabric up my butthole and so on.. but it's ok. i don't mind sharing clothes... with male of course. female, depends... hahaha!
anyway, we went also went deepavali-ing. this pic was taken in Thana's house (far right)
besides than that, here's a panoramic view of my mum and my sis watching some tvb drama called war and beauty (now in astro tvb WLT) but we bought the dvd. man, we gulped it all up (the whole 30 freakin episodes in 2 freaking days.) how fucking superb. i never knew my mom was soooooo fucking into tvb.
during the occasional tvb, we went out for dim sum. mom sponsor wan lar! like i said, going out with mom is the best! really da bomb! kidding.
i also managed to catch the infamous glimpse of a fire in a chocolate factory in mak mandin.
a lot of cars and bikes were there for kapo-ing. naturally, i took a photo but this chee bye car just had to cover it suddenly. dun worry i wasn't driving at that time!
oh yeah, when i came back here. the whole tmn university was always having electricity interruptions. it's ok now but it sure did piss me off that few days. somemore finals coming soon. so fuck you TNB.
nvm, that's beside the point.
anyway, we were out eating dinner when suddenly the lights went off! MCH, how to see my food. some people used hp lights. i used my k700i camera lighting mode to shine on my food.
then the worker there come out with candles. KNN, eat candlelight dinner. dun play play! so ROMANTIC my ass....
after 5 minutes in candlelight mood, the lights came back on... just when the chicks are getting all mushy cutesy.
i shout out loud again.. CHEE BYE TNB!
now you see how da boring my life is?
oh, head over to watch kenny sial in mr. brown's latest show!
When we walked through the walkway into the main prison compound, we were in shock. All the prisons you have seen on TV is nothing compared to the horrid conditions of Pudu Jail. Everybody in prison was frail thin, bony. The only fat people were the policemen guarding the prison. We were told to put our belongings into a cell and leave them there, we were then made to one by one strip naked and made to do squats in front of all the other jail mates. I had never done anything wrong in my life, why was I being treated this way?!! It was degrading. It angered me.now this,
He immediately dragged James off the floor, tossed him too his feet. He then grabbed my wrist and threw me out the door. I asked him what right did he have to touch customers like that? I demanded his name so I could speak to the manager about it. I certainly was not going to take pushed around and more so, having my sick fiancee pushed around over this.WTF?
now Malaysia is going on an anti graft campaign. i doubt the badge thing would look professional but i think it'd serve as a reminder everyone who wants to start bribing. and it also serves to remind the policeman himself.
unless of course their mind is set on corruption then there's not much.. wait a minute... we can do something, report the mother fucker.
however, one thing does astound me, does the authorities always have the holier than thou mindset? WTF happened to the justice? marred by black ink?
i'm not saying she's a dumb bitch, do not quote me out of context! there wasn't much writing in her blog but on her glamorous lifestyle. that is until she got this endorsement deal...
i mean, i go to her blog to look at pictures only lar...
but then she got a contract deal! WTF? cool right?
and then there's this shit...
Judging by the pictures, this girl is a knockout.
With her manga-heroine eyes and sweetie-pie sex appeal, Dawn - whose grandparents have Thai and Dutch blood - is a pan-Asian hybrid in the style of Fiona Xie and Vivian Hsu.
In person, the 21-year-old student is sweet, shy and understandably reserved for her first-ever media interview.
haih, i can get every shit from blogs.
okay. she DEFINITELY did:
1) cut double eyelids
2) cut bigger eyes
3) reconstructed her nose to have a higher nose bridge and less of a button nose
1) work on her lips
2) breast augmentation
and she hasn't gone into the sun for possibly three years, seeing how she's so unnaturally fair now
possibly lipo-ed her face too
i have it on GOOD FAITH from someone in SMU who shall remain anonymous that dawn condemned people who have gone for plastic surgery, saying, "why can't they be confident enough about themselves?"
Admittedly, the testimonials above do not sound that reliable. And so, I present some Before and After photos, the former of which are obtained from the far reaches of the Internet.
maybe i should go for plastic surge too...
maybe my face is beyond repair even after plastic surgery! god damn it!
p/s: i don't really give a flying fuck whether she does plastic or not, a cun chick is still a cun chick. here, go read more! you fucking kepohchees... hey, that includes me too.. well, whatever.
Thursday, November 10, 2005
however, it is not the fault of the listener... unless they're a journalist who did it intentionally.. it is usually the speaker who bears the responsibility to ensure that everyone understands what he/she is talking about.
if you want your message and belief understood by everyone, phrase it nicely and correctly.
for example, here is a brief example of what a boyfriend and girlfriend might have. after that, we'll see hw it could be misinterpretted by both parties.
girl: darling ar, monday is our anniversary hor?this is just a simple excerpt of maybe a 5 minute or 1 minute conversation between a boy and girl. notice that the 2nd pair of conversation is ignored and the woman doesn't really care what the answer is... i mean, she'd give the boy hell if he buys nothing but the boy is trying to avoid the question by saying.."see you good girl or not lor".
boy: yeah, why?
girl: got buy anything for me or not?
boy: see you good girl or not lor...
girl: then what you want to buy for me?
boy: dunno yet lar.
girl: what am i supposed to buy for you?
boy: i want an ipod nano.
girl: wah! so expensive, where can?
boy: hahaha! (laughs)
however, see that in the next line, the girl doesn't really give a shit! she goes on to ask... "then what you want to buy for me". no emphasis was given on the "good girl" topic. she either expects herself to be good no matter how she acts or she's just trying to avoid it.
now, this is a normal conversation.
imagine if you're talking about your friend. you found out that your friend bought a pen for 15 dollars.
then a conversation occurs:
friend 1: wei, you hear or not, ah beng buy that pen 15 dollar wei! NIKE wan ar! dun play play!here, your emphasis is why your friend can't buy the 1 dollar pen. even if my friend heard me saying this to him/her about this, i'd say and loudly proclaim that i didn't say anything wrong. it is correct and damn ok.. 15 dollar?
you: so dumb, 1 dollar pen cannot use ar?
but if your friend misinterprets your line and tells another friend...
friend 1: ah kau say ah beng dumb. hahahahasee... see how your conversation can get quoted out of context?
friend 2: really? he so clever meh?
fuck those idiots who can't get their message out and fuck the other idiots who quote people out of context!
i am really amazed at his collection. i mean, all this shit might come to a few thousand shits. but i guess rich people can afford it.
fuck the free world!
Wednesday, November 9, 2005
anyway, i just love the new button!
head on over to my bro's blog to check it out.. the design and content lar. the her/him innuendo is for him and his gf lar... obviously.... ?!
sorry about the header quality. i uploaded it to blogger and blogger tends to degenefuckingrate the quality to like 10% only! i was like WTF! nvm...
btw, i hate his side bar add ons like the freaking fucking clocks. it really hurts aesthetics.... but it's his fucking blog, so whatever lar!
anyway, one more design to go. I've got his one in mind but implementing it would be hard. i blame his header pictures! somemore he wants easy to change punya header! MCH, chiak lat lor.. but i try my best har... no promise lor!
|Your Blog Should Be Purple|
You're an expressive, offbeat blogger who tends to write about anything and everything.
You tend to set blogging trends, and you're the most likely to write your own meme or survey.
You are a bit distant though. Your blog is all about you - not what anyone else has to say.
thank you for coming to my humble abode again. it seems that your life now revolves around me, which is actually part of a bigger plan to capture the world.
anyway, i notice that i'm getting worried and more afraid of going to the doctors. i was never afraid, it was routine last time.
however, my skepticisms and worry arouses my interest on...
WHY DA FUCKING FUCK AM I SOOO FUCKING WORRIED?
i was never worried, not last time, not any time in the past. however, since I had my tummy ache during hari raya... probably right after, i have been experiencing mild tummy cramps.. tummy aches for the past few days.
however, this time, the pain is nothing big... the tummy cram that is.
the stomach ache and the puking on that day when i had to sleep in the bed 24 hours... that was horrendous... horrible, fucking terrible and maybe even vegetable.. lame joke, i know, but wtf i haven't slept the whole day. it's 8 am now.
and then it hit me, i'm afraid of the doctors cause i'm afraid of what they will and might say. i know something is not right this time... it's just... different, the last time i was killed by jaundice shit all over me, it was still ok.. but this tummy cram is worrying, maybe it's because i never experienced it.
now i know why old people dread to go to the doctors.. they are afraid of the result. i know all those early detection shit leads to a better chance of recovery... but imagine if you wake up tomorrow with a lump on your breast. won't you be afraid to go to the doctors? getting it checked is the right thing... but you'd still wish it will go away tomorrow, or maybe the week after.
you'd still wish it will all go away and then you'd not need to have to face the doctor and hear him/her say.. you're fucking screwed with cancer, i need to cut up a lump of your breast, of course he'd put it or phrase it differently like.. "you are experiencing the first stage of breast cancer, i might need to remove it asap".
as if that'd help me.. fuck you.
also, men also can get breast cancer wan you know? what would become of our breasts / chests?
one sided hole ar?
fuck cheebye lar, i make appointment with the physician in selayang hospital ady...
but before that, singapore first... maybe pulau sibu if i'm lucky.. after that, selayang and then genting, after that mar... IKEA lor. i want to buy quilt cover in IKEA and a display rack + work table... maybe change a cd tower into a display rack to put all my robot/ figurines and shit like those....
i love IKEA.
Tuesday, November 8, 2005
have you ever had an experience where you're in a relationship for so long that it just is convenient not to find new love?
well, love is indeed weird. it starts and begins with fiery lust. the experience is still new, everything is still new. you have still so many things to explore and learn from each other.
of course it helps that the courtship was still fresh.
you want to spend every minute, every hour, every living breath together with your counterpart. you even want to be breathing in the same box and the same air as your love. that's initial love. maybe that's love.
you still want to hold each other's hand and that small space in your bed is too big for two of you.
then as time progresses, you learn to live alone, live life and accept new friends. you learn that friends are supposed to be there with your lover. you start taking things into consideration, things you never thought needed considering previously.
friends are coming into picture now, things are taking centre stage. you suffocate if she comes too close. i mean, the love is still there, you still want to be there for each other, you're still possessive of each other, you still want to hold each other...
but the single bed is looking a lot smaller now. you want more freedom than you previously have. that's when love starts to take a turn.
and then there's the convenience, those happen when you start thinking that it's better to stick to this one before you find a new one. love just becomes something convenient right?
you still want each other but only at your disposal, you want her to be there when you want her, you want her not to be there when you don't need her.
you suffocate when you're too near her. you don't want to be too near her but still never lose sight of her. you expect her to listen and not lie. that big single bed is looking damn mighty small for two. you'd kick her down in an instant for a bigger bed.
you still plan everything with her, but it's no longer for her.
however, take a pause... isn't this how you feel for someone in your family also?
when love gets too close, does it become all too mighty familiar?
take a moment to pause and wonder how would you feel if you lose it all, if it will never come back. if you will miss her/him, it means your love is convenient, yes, like a family. you only feel their loss when you lose someone. you never appreciate them when they're there.
that's when you know...
OMFG, I'm FUCKING TRAPPED!
what's so big about this dream? it has a car and a number inside.
alright, yesterday i was watching 10 brothers. it is one god damn butt ugly show ok? i mean, the people, the hairstyle, everything. it even has some inkling of superpower inside. those who come from a chinese ed might have heard about it, those who have not... tough luck. c u next time.
anyway, the movie is about 10 super natural powers. and some mumbo jumbo shit. sorry, this was not the focus of my topic. so, back to the dream.
anyway, i had this dream that i was in jusco, walking and walking and a lot of irritating stuff happened. and then i went down to the parking lot, just in time to see two freaking cars reverse directly onto each other and BANG!
that's the end of an ass of a white KELISA and some other white car. I remember taking down the number but I forgot what number already. Dun worry, i sleep back again ok?
Monday, November 7, 2005
jeez, sometimes, this dear dear thing is getting into my head.
so, how's your deepavali and hari raya? even halloween?
my deepavali was ok. I mean, we did went out, a couple of friends and me. But I do miss those murukus. Those old fashioned spiky murukus. Whatever happened to those? But there were food. Nice indian food, thanks to puva and thana. They were great hosts. I mean, I basically went there almost every year.
This year, we went in a gang and it never amazes me how those cliques which were lost from university are all so comfortable together even after a few years of absence. I mean, those old school homies are still the best. I can't get any of my friends from uni here out on a gathering. Maybe it's me, but they sure certainly seem less attached to friends nowadays.
Maybe it's because of the age. I mean, as we mature, things take centre stage... things like boy-girl relationship. back in the old secondary school days, friendship takes centre stage. I mean, I can/could even disobey my parents for some friendly outings. I guess teenage days were indeed the most rebellious of all.
Have you ever disobeyed your parents for your friends? I do that almost all the time. My secondary friends have been through my life and death. I remember involved in 5 freaking motorcycle accidents and they were all there. they were all there when it happened. thank god it didn't involve any of them but still... 5 times wor!
MKNNBCCB, i didn't die also good ady lor!
5 TIMES WOR!
sorry for my long absence, you see, life has taken so much of its toll on me. I mean, celebrating deepavali, playing futsal with a couple of idiotic lunatic mates, getting tummy cram for the rest of my remaining holidays, that basically sums up my pathetic holiday.
I went back with a mission, that is to study. Study like a mad arse horseman being chased by 10 hungry tigers, lions and wolves... but what did i end up with?
Night outings with mates, going for dim sums, shopping with mum, futsal... you know, the whole package.
My bastard bro went to Pangkor. KNNBCCB, never bring me together. I'm gonna screw his freaking arse this holiday cause I plan to go merantau also. merantau where?
the usual places in Malaysia lar, where else... first destination, SG, then move on to KL, Genting, bla bla bla.
Holding your tummy for 8 hours in a bus that makes creaking sounds is really tiring. What more I was afraid that the stupid freaking bus is gonna explode any moment. Damn thing is really noisy.
One thing I no longer notice in these buses are THE MOVIES? Where is it? I mean, I used to look forward to these movies. sometimes they'd play 3 movies together? Why? Cannot buy original, pirated also cannot show hiar? KNN, land of piracy sometimes sucks...
Oklar, I really can't talk as often as I used to cause from today until the 15th is my finals. And i'ts also the goddamn NaNoWriMo thing, so I'll blog here periodically.
Gotta Study for DA,MA,WD,CL and CB.
Just kidding about the CB part.
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