Friday, September 29, 2006

.we need to talk about kevin.

what do ya know, after such a freaking long time... i've finally finished the book.

it took me a great effort to read this book cause the narrative was well boring. however, i have to admit, the only motivation which got me through till the end was Kevin himself.

The staging, the killing and what went on his mind during that time.

This book does not tell us about the boy and how he feels but it focuses more on his mother. The mother of a son who goes on a killing spree.

The book dwelves deep into the frustration of the woman as a mother and as a wife.

However, there are many things the book did not tell us.
it did not tell us whose fault this shooting spree is.
it did not tell us why he did it.
it did not tell us why the boy choose a crossbow instead of a gun.
it did not tell us what went in the mind of that boy.
it did not tell us who destroyed the sister's eye and how?
it did not tell us which is stronger... nurture or nature?

the book did tell us the inevitable though... that from a very young age.. we knew he was someone troubled and we knew he was smart and cunning.

however, i would've preferred a book from the boy's POV. that would've been more interesting. disturbing but interesting.

overall, i'd give it a 5/10

Thursday, September 28, 2006

.filler post.

I'll try to find some time to write about the most recent book i've finished...

"We need to talk about Kevin by Lionel Shriver"
In a series of compelling and introspective letters to her estranged husband, Franklin, Eva Khatchadourian dissects her married life and her mothering of her son Kevin and daughter Celia in the aftermath of Kevin's Columbine-like school slaying of seven classmates, a cafeteria worker, and a teacher.
this is the exact paperback i have. image from amazon

.serve me.

To my dearest customer,
Now our company BLA BLA BLA., got promotion to my all customer to get the lowest price to advertising your company free gift. Our company have this kind service to you. Skill Screen Printing, Sticker Printing, T-Shirt, Ball Pen, Gifts & Etc. We are ready for servicing you. Above attach file is a display file. If my dear customer want to get more picture product please just tell us.
We'll send you at the same time.
My dear customer, if got any don't understanding please call or e-mail to us. We'll serve you in the short time.
Thank you to supportting our company.
I got this in the mail today. From a supplier of mine. They are ready to "servicing" me?

They'll "send me" at the same time?

I wonder what they mean by "serve me in the short time"?

Does that mean they're real good or I'm real lame? Bloody hell!

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

.SMK Dato Onn Butterworth.

how many times have we avoided entering the headmaster's room?

when i was a teenager, i avoided the school's office which was conveniently near the headmaster's office like the black plague. truthfully, now that i think back about it, i wonder what's so scary about it?

maybe it's the plethora of people in there. you know, the PK HEM, the PK and the PK Ko-K all seemed like people you don't want to mess with.

and sometimes when the speaker or PA system fires out and names are called, you wouldn't want it to be yours. cause you know whoever that's on the list is bound to be in trouble.

maybe not really, but you always assume.

today, i went back to my old high school. none of the teachers i met in the office are familiar. they're all so new to me? but i know a few names, mainly the PK HEM and the PK Ko-K.

But that's about it. don't even know who the headmaster is.

the place has changed a lot hasn't it?
it has been 5 years since i was last there. maybe 6. a lot has changed. the wooden hall doors has been replaced with grill like glass structures. i wonder what else changed?

basically, a lot has changed. in terms of facilities. but the location of each section, each office, the co-op, the science room.. none of those changed.

the uniform is still the same. the school badge is still the same, the tie too. everything looked the same except the faces. i can't recognize 80% of them.

anyway, i wanted to go and meet the headmaster. and it amazes me now how hard it is to get into her room. probably because she's busy today but i remembered that if i was still a student in this school, i could be in that room in 5 minutes.

i just have to hurt someone real bad.

and it did cross my mind while waiting for her. cause 55 minutes is enough to let your mind go crazy.

i walked out before i took a crowbar and smashed the office.


Tuesday, September 26, 2006

.maths and chinese.

why is it a preconception that Chinese people are astoundingly wonderful at maths?

i've been really plagued by this preconception since i was small but i only recently came to notice it because of what a friend of mine posted as his msn nick.

i remembered back when i was still young, my brother would nag me if i got a B for maths. And my dad would continually scowl at me. So did my mom. I wasn't actually born with a knack for maths, i gotta admit. In fact, at first i thought i was quite dumb in maths. i constantly got B's or C's for my maths. my average points would hover around 50-70s.

I guess I never noticed when it changed but i guessed it wasn't pure talent... some things tend to blossom when you hit puberty but i never hit puberty until i was 18 i think... so.. it was pure hard work. one thing with preconceptions that people have is that it would drive you. it drove me to do better in maths because i was thinking the same thing.

"i am a disgrace to the chinese community if i got 50-70s for my maths."

let me just say that i was determined to get an A, not for my family, not for myself but for my race. i mean, i was influenced by my family, peer pressure and my ego but it was mainly for the chinese community.

so, when my friend posted that MSN msg, it got me wondering again.. whoever mentioned that if you're a chinese, you must be good in maths should be dumb. i've seen a lot of other races who could score maths like one million is a small single digit sum. chinese dominated the market mainly because it was what people want to hear.

they assume that if we have a knack for business, we are better in maths?

what kind of fucked up assumption is this?

i bet if we throw all the races in one controlled environment and they were brought up with the same conditions without external influence... it won't matter which race you're from.

once a study like this is conducted and maybe 70% shows that the chinese scored better in maths compared to other races, then i'd believe this racial discrimination.

Monday, September 25, 2006

Misaki Ito @ Misaki Itoh

Misaki Ito / Misaki Itoh
Shows I've caught her in:

The Lead Actress for Train Man (Densha Otoko) and You're Under Arrest!
Currently watching her as the supporting actress in Gokusen.

Spokesperson/Model for Shiseido's Touch Maquillage.

Her real name was Anzai Tomoko but god knows why, now she's called Misaki Ito / Misaki Itoh.

She's starred in numerous TV shows and Movies. But my all time favourite of her in the movies I've caught her in would be Densha Otoko.

I've seen her do the kind, gentle lady. I've seen her as the bad ass, strong but tomboyish gal, I've even seen her as the uptight, desperate lady. It ain't only about the beautiful face of hers that attracts people.

More pictures of her.

Saturday, September 23, 2006

.nasty stomachache.

i woke up with a nasty stomachache.
it felt like a thousand maggots wriggling and struggling to get out of my stomach.
they were most probably biting the entrails of my organs every now and then.

i thought it was lack of food first. i thought it's something i could just pass through after an hour or so.

boy, was i wrong. never could've been more wrong in my life.

have you guys ever went to work with a nasty stomach ache? it sure doesn't help your work ability or capability. in fact it doesn't even help your mood.

i got a ride to my workplace and then start putting everything to ready.

then i felt a wave of pure pain.

i crept down and pushed my face down my hands. it was so painful i could've been sweating and i wouldn't have known it.

i had to endure that for 3 hours. and during those times, i had to put on a face for the customers. not a very likeable face i admit, but still better than a face grimacing in pain.

most probably a sombre face. and a face which looks like it was about to explode feces from the rectum.

after three hours, i went to the toilet and sat inside for a pure 20 minutes just grimacing in pain.
i don't care about anything, i just want to be able to show an expression and the cubicle looks like a good enough spot.

and then i went out with a not so straight face.
i sat down and slept. thank god there wasn't any customers at that time.

after 30 minutes, it was ok. i was feeling fine.

as i take the ride back to the office, i wondered about the pain and whether anyone has endured these causeless and useless pains which come and go.

and then my mind goes to all those females who have period cramps every month.
may god bless you.

Friday, September 22, 2006

.my life story.

i'm bored of telling my life story to new strangers. i think i should just leave that part blank next time.

Thursday, September 21, 2006

.glad i did.

i woke up at 8 today. put the phone on snooze and slept back yet again.
then the second alarm rang and i woke up to put it on snooze again. After that I went back to sleep.

by the time i really really woke up, it's already 8.30. I took my bath, changed and everything. it's 9am.

OMFG, i have an interview at 10 in Penang. And I don't even have a clue where is the location.
I put on my best suit and walked out. I never actually wanted to attend this interview because i was quite certain i aint moving up to singapore for a change of career. then, since i can't get through to any personnel over there, i just went anyway, you know... i guess it was good i went. it gave me a lot of new info and insight on both the company and how interviews can be conducted.

in a nutshell, i was glad i went and learnt what i did. i maybe would've regretted it if i didn't go.
everything went smoothly and calmly i say, i managed to reach the place in the nick of time. i managed to handle everything rather well but nothing is perfect. i think i could've done better.

if i get this job, i'll be working in SG. one thing which pisses me off in that prospect is.. i wouldn't be able to continue what i'm doing here and i have done quite a number of stuffs here. i still need to carry on some minor projects of mine and handle things responsibly.

i don't know. those who know me should know that i'm very uncertain and unstable. i usually go with the flow. but i guess when it comes to my future, i need to have a clear direction or i'll end up nowhere.

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

.thaksin woes.

the head of Thailand's army and newly declared leader said the military's coup d'etat was complete and promised power would be returned to the people as soon as possible.
In a nationally televised address Wednesday, Gen. Sonthi Boonyaratglin said the coup was necessary to end intense conflicts in Thailand's society that Prime Minister Thaksin Shinawatra had created. - CNN

On a TV station still under his government's control, however, Thaksin declared a state of emergency and insisted his government remained in charge of the armed forces and the capital. - CNN
WWJD = what would jesus do?

WWTD = what would Thaksin do?


should i accept a job in singapore and relinguish all my opportunities here or should i just venture into a stable life?

personally i like the challenge here. but i also like the security of getting a permanent job.

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

.the couple of days.

a customer walked past the door, he looks familiar but i can't just quite pinpoint him.

he walks in and asks for the boss. i ask him to sit down and wait a while while i go get her.

as soon as the boss comes in, they began talking and soon, i realized that he was the tuition teacher who taught me since i was standard 5 to 6 i think.

i remembered clearly one day when he did something exceptional. a mom was walking to the place and asked the teacher to accept her son in the tuition centre.

unfortunately, he was only in standard 3. maybe not unfortunately in the current trend where people compete and fight for the leading positions.

however, the teacher/sir nonchalantly said "i can't accept your son. if he was in standard 4 or 5, i would accept him without a doubt. but he's still so young, let him have some fun first."

and that was how he rejected income. for the sake of the children. right there and then, i knew he was a good guy. maybe it wasn't because i understood the dilemmas befitting children at that time and the need to succeed or the pressure... but maybe it was just because i see him empathising with us kids. taking a real concern in our welfare and not his own.

some people nowadays go as far as taking their 6 year olds to tuition classes. i say, they're still young. let them have fun.

so, back to the topic, you know how i pinpointed that i knew he was the teacher who taught me standard 5 to 6?

i need to mention here that he taught both me and my brother.

and he said, i taught her son "timmy".
teachers seem to have a knack remembering my brother's name.

sometimes, it's a bitch not having an english name. teachers can't remember you.
after 10,15 years. who'd remember a name like khoin touan or chuin rhuan.... or whatever.


a couple of days back, i was driving my bike to get dinner when i passed someone cycling. i looked back and true enough, he looks damn familiar. in fact, he is so familiar that i can recognize the thin but dark body and the big round spectacles straight away.

he was my neighbour, but more than that, he was also my third uncle. from my dad's side.
now i don't know what happened between them but he was less "bonded" compared to all the other siblings. i've always wanted to ask why but i never did. maybe because brotherhood or sibling rivalry is to me a very sensitive issue.

i never did got to know him too well, nor too good. i never knew his sons too. but he was always ok. he wasn't the typical rich person. never the one rich in wealth or sibling love. but i guess he was rich in health.

at the age of god knows how much but i guess he'd be pretty freaking old now, he still cycles. he's cycled all this time. maybe not because he never had the money to buy a car but because he loved cycling.

i wanted to greet him at that time but he rode too fast and my bike sped too fast too.
i make a note to myself so that i'll greet him next time.

whatever happened during the last generation shouldn't really affect the current generation.


talking about transportation, my car got scratched, dented from the front door till the rear bumper.

yeah, my sister who just passed her "P" licensed grazed the side of the divider/cone.

it's her first week only.

we didn't scold her, i didn't, mom didn't, bro didn't.

we all just laughed at her.

truthfully, i think it's good she got this accident so early. before this, she was kinda cocky and went everywhere to fetch her friends. i know....

now, at least it wasn't a big accident and now, at least she knows how to be more careful and HUMBLE.

Monday, September 18, 2006

.another filler.

i really damn wanted to blog today. there's much to tell about my uncle, my car (ah dee) and my recent job/career venture.

but i'm still designing October till November's promotion brochure/advertisement.
the reason i'm struggling with it since this afternoon is because....

i need to translate it to chinese and i don't know how to read a single word in chinese... except maybe my name.

.filler post.

the quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog?

but why?

Saturday, September 16, 2006

.highway star auto city.

yesterday i went out with TallJean to to Auto City. He was there with RachelBlack. Me? I went there alone. I guess tonight's another alone ordeal too.

Anyway, we went up to Highway Star. You know, the pub/bar on top of Hot Wheels? Now, me and TallJean were not drinkers. He's a smoker but not a drinker. so, we went up, I ordered Coke, much to the amusement of the waitress and I guess he was just embarassed to order another cup of coke, so he pointed to the cup mat (Tiger) and pointed another 1 to the waitress. I guess any normal person in the coffee shop would assume that's either a cup or a bottle of Tiger.

But no, to our horror, she came back with a tub of Carlsberg. WTF? where in the part of the signal did Carlsberg came out? Anyway, after one cup, TJ's so beaten up i bet another and he'd drive zig zag.

the atmosphere in HS was not what i expected. They have these uglies dancing in belly showing tops and hotpants, kinda like GT girls but without the GT looks. and the poster in front of their staircase is just for show. Ain't no one in there looks like that. No wonder the majority of population in the bar/pub consists of uncle and adults who wear shorts and selipars.

i mean, i envy their comfort but it still wouldn't be somewhere i'd be on a friday night.

i'm not going back there again. EVARRRR!


I think life is too short for regrets. Kthxbai.

Friday, September 15, 2006

.jimmy dies.

Sally jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room. She said: "How is my little boy? Is he going to be all right? When can I see him?"

The surgeon said, "I'm sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn't make it."

Sally said, "Why do little children get cancer? Doesn't God care any more? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?"

The surgeon asked, "Would you like some time alone with your son! ? One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he's transported to the university."

Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good-bye to son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair.

"Would you like a lock of his hair?" the nurse asked.

Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy's hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sally. The mother said, "It was Jimmy's idea to donate his body to the university for study. He said it might help somebody else. "I said no at first, but Jimmy said, 'Mom, I won't be using it after I die. Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom." She went on, "My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he could."

Sally walked out of Children's mercy Hospital for the last time, after spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy's belongings on the seat beside her in the car. The drive home was difficult. It was even harder to enter the empty house. She carried Jimmy's belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her son's room. She started placing the model cars and other personal things back in his room exactly where he had always kept them. She laid down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep.

It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Laying beside her on the bed was a folded letter. The letter said:

"Dear Mom, I know you're going to miss me; but don't think that I will ever forget you, or stop loving you, just 'cause I'm not around to say I LOVE YOU. I will always love you, Mom, even more with each day. Someday we will see each other again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy! so you won't be so lonely, that's okay with me. He can have my room and old stuff to play with. But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn't like the same things us boys do. You'll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you know. Don't be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything. The angels are so cool. I love to watch them fly. And, you know what? Jesus doesn't look like any of his pictures.. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus himself took me to see GOD! And guess what, Mom? I got to sit on God's knee and talk to Him, like I was somebody important. That's when I told Him that I wanted to write you a letter, to tell you good-bye and everything. But I already knew that wasn't allowed. Well, you know what Mom? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen to write you this letter. I think Gabriel is the name of th! e angel who is going to drop this letter off to you. God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him 'Where was He when I needed him?' "God said He was in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children.

Oh, by the way, Mom, no one else can see what I've written except you. To everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper. Isn't that cool? I have to give God His pen back now. He needs it to write some more names in the Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. I'm, sure the food will be great.

Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don't hurt anymore. The cancer is all gone. I'm glad because I couldn't stand that pain anymore and God couldn't stand to see me hurt so much, either. That's when He sent The Angel of Mercy to come get me. The Angel said I was a Special Delivery! How about that?

Signed with Love from: God, Jesus & Me.

Jimmy died young in this story didn't he. well, i was glad i didn't die young. i had time to explore this new world. but all i can see is the major destruction being done to whis world and all the ugly sides of human. i know there are good sides to people and i know people do bad things because they're forced to.

but hopefully, when i go meet god and stand in front of him, i can tell him that i'm proud of mankind, that choosing them to be a superior being was never a mistake.

i wish i can also tell him greed, lust, lies, deceit and anger are rare in our world.

but how can i do that when people lie, people rob, people fight, politicians are full of deceit, people greed for money and those who have greed for even more, people lust, like animals, for sex, for power, for money. we covet those we cannot have, those we want but shouldn't.

what should i tell god?

maybe i can just keep quiet tell him he looks cool. or i can tell him...

"look mr. wise guy, Satan is leading. Cut the crap and do some hocus pocus."

Thursday, September 14, 2006

.my agenda.

i'm working now. kinda like running my own stuffs. and i've learnt quite a few things since beginning this fragile carier of mine. i mean, it's just a part time stint till i get something i really want but it still taught me a lot of stuff.

first of all, sales is hard. meeting customers, it doesn't matter whether it's day or night, raining or hot, we need to meet these customers in order to maintain a working relationship. sometimes, it's hard to talk about business when you're out for dinner or lunch. i don't want to sound like some pestering mother fucker.

basically, it all comes out to skills. i guess i'm learning. slowly but surely.

the second thing i've learnt is marketing is even harder. i mean, it doesn't only involve selling but planning brand awareness and maintaining customer relations. it also means increasing customer base. currently, i'm on a marketing project for the laboratory i'm working in. hopefully, it'll all turn alright.

i'm also working as a sales agent for a maid agency. if you need one cheap, call me.

it's all personal side income but i'm hoping it'll turn out to be an opportunity instead of a job.

tonight i'm going for football or is it fusball? whatever, you know, the one in gol dan gincu?

talking about G&G, i'm digging their current project too, realiti.

i think G&G is mostly adult teen drama and boy/girl relationship but realiti offers more.

i think realiti has potential.

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

.custom ipod wrist/arm wrap.

i've always wanted to own an ipod nano and since i've got one, i wanted to take it to my jogging and exercise episodes. however, the current setup only lets me hang it up on my neck which really irks me when i jog around cause the thing keeps shaking and bobbing and jumping.

so, today... i'm gonna show ya all how i modified the protective silicone casing and a canvas belt into a wrist wrap for ipod nano.

first of all, you gotta have a silicone protective casing.
then get one of your old belts.

after that, slit the sides of the protective casing accoring to the insertion of your belt.

then, insert it all the way inside. after that, cut off the excess canvas and burn the end so that it produces a burnt end. this is to stick all the stitches together.

after that, wrap it around your arm like a torniquet (the ones the nurse use when they want to take your blood or inject you with some shit.)

voila. it works like a charm. although the ends could get loose after an hour or so but it basically serves its purpose.

total cost.... nil. cause i already had the silicone casing and the belt. maybe the destruction of the belt caused me a couple of ringgits.

i'd give this shit a 6/10 for usefullness and a 2/10 for aesthetics.

6+2 = 8/2 = 4

Monday, September 11, 2006


sometimes i think i'm just too naive for a career in business.

keep screwing it up.

.complacent mee.

coffee bean's new honeydew shake is superb! but that's probably cause i love honey dew. (biased) sixthseal blogged about it here. so i guess i'd save myself the review.

yesterday i went to auto city's coffee bean and hang out for like an hour. to which i am guilty of missing the turn two times. and you guys who know the place will know that it'll be such a bitch to find a u-turn on the highway. i think i wasted a quarter of my petrol. what a bitching place. maybe it's also cause i'm a road dummy. whatever...

anyway, did i mention that i watched snakes on a fucking plane twice?

i gotta be more assertive. i mean, i can be flimsy and dupsy at times. i've yet to master the art of saying "NO". i know this puts me at a disadvantage but sometimes it's just damn hard to say no.

almost all my friends who know me will confirm that i have a tendency to comply as long as i can do it. but i guess this attitude can't go on anymore, especially since i'm about to venture into the working arena. people'd fuck me up if i keep up with the "yes, i can" attitude.

anyone here with advice on how to learn to say no?

yesterday for example, i don't really feel like going to auto-city for a cup of 12 bucks coffee. (which i later found out that they were havin honeydew IB and it totally roxs AND I NEVER REGRETTED a single cent of it)

but i did drive my car all the way alone.... up there to meet them anyway. which i never regretted but still... it shows how hard it is for me to say no to any invitation. sometimes, i'd have complied to two invitations at the same time and i wouldn't even know it.

farts being the ever complying me.

Sunday, September 10, 2006


i thought of posting somethign before i go back to my house but then the phone rings...

and then someone asks me to go out for a drink in Auto City near Juru.

then.. this is where i hit publish *-^

Saturday, September 9, 2006

.searching for this?

for the people/bastards who came here looking for...

male masturbation pics...

WTF were you people thinking? please get the fuck out of my fucking site you mother fucking assholes.

.corrupt 'em.

there are a lot of things a 6-12 year old can do and would love to do.
here are some of my lists which i could think of me...myself doing when i was that age.

1. playing bottle caps.
2. playing toy (some kind of catching game/tagging game)
3. playing pepsi-cola (some cool jumping around stepping on other's feet game)
4. cycling on my tricycle or bicycle
5. hang around in the house
6. watch tapes
7. watch television
8. talk with friends.
9. sing along to the radio
10. feed the dogs
11. watch porn
12. play football/basketball/softball (insert any other type of ball)
13. play kite
14. walk around
15. sleep

basically those are the menial stuffs i do when i was around that age group. and how it has changed since then right?

what are people who are in those age group doing now?

1. playing computer games
2. playing PS2/PSP/XBOX 360 (insert any other console here)
3. watch internet porn
4. download music
5. download illegal contents
6. sms friends
7. play games or upgrade and show off their handphones
8. watch DVD/VCD/ASTRO
10. check e-mail /friendster
11. exchange music downloads on their handphones
12. dance and sing in the car/house to their own karaoke system
13. dance and sing in the pub/bar with all the adults.

yes, i saw a couple of kids in the bar/club where they were playing high tech techno music till my heart was thumping unwillingly. my ears were about to explode.

but these kids were on the stage at the front beside the speakers dancing like a couple of premature crippled shitting baboons.

and there were adults watching the show. it really made me disgusted watching the scene. although i wasn't involved in any way.. i feel like a perverse paedophile bastard.

these people all need a piece of stick stuck up their rectum and screwed all the way up.
as i walk pass, i take a look at these kids and wonder whether they'll make the right choice in the future. is this what parent's call exposure? bend it when it's still young?

i call it a waste of semen fluid, an egg and 9 months of hard labour!

Friday, September 8, 2006


my old stat counter is lost (along with all the data there...) and i've done some modifications to the design. google and blogger got their act together and finally released the edit html feature.

i'm a bit nervous here. my sister is taking my car out to her tuition class. and god knows with her virginal skills, what would happen to my car. i fear the doom of my old and rusty but trusty car.
keeping fingers crossed.

.early morning.

i woke up to the sound of my handphone ringing today. my hand scrambled for the phone to look for the time. it's 8 am.

'who the fuck calls me at 8am?' i think to myself.

"hello?" i squeezed my voice.

"hello, wei, i'll be there at your place in half an hour." he said.

"but i haven't even woke up yet..." i struggled.

"see you in half an hour"

after taking a bath and getting everything into perspective i finally remembered.

i lent him my car yesterday so that he could go out and have a gangbang. and i told him i want it back by tomorrow afternoon the least.

he reaches my house in exactly half an hour. i fetch him back to his working place and got back to the laboratory. on the way, i stopped by a nasi lemak stall to buy two packets of the yummy orgasmic food.

nasi lemak has always been a favourite food of mine. but it gets my stomach cranking early in the mornings.

i reach the laboratory at 8.50 and whizzed up the PC.

as i sat down to check my mail and read some blogs, mom called.

"you're awake early"

"yeah, got somethings to do" i quipped.

"have you dried the clothes and sweeped the floor yet?"

"mom, it's 9. i doubt i even had enough sleep and you're asking me whether the chores are done yet?"

"go back and do later"


sometimes, i hate mom. sometimes, i hate my friends. other times, i hate everything.

i can be so full of hate.

Thursday, September 7, 2006

.i quit.

i think i'm the first person to quit my job even before i started my job.

what a bummer.

well, i gotta go prepare for the graduation photoshoot.

Wednesday, September 6, 2006

.summons cut.

ya know, to think that people would actually be grateful to the government for fighting graft by lowering summonses.

BUT no!!!! people want to bitch about it all the time.

I mean how stupid can humans be? This is the perfect way to fight graft and to deter corruption. It not only helps us but it also helps them.

I know, some moronic idiots must be thinking.
"what about people who break the laws? wouldn't they be LESS afraid now?"

who's afraid of the money? the people who break the law often enough are the ones rich enough to pay them and are not scared to abuse them...

or they are the ones who we call MAT CEMERLANG and will never pay their summonses. If and when they encounter a roadblock. they do a blitz. Blitz here refers to mowing and evading the fuck out of their way.

or the occasional ones, who are the majorities. I know people like us deserve a second chance and just because of one fucking mistake we don't deserve to be penalized heavily for it. i mean, we usually squirm our way out of it anyway... like putting 50 bucks under the license. Hey, beats the 300 i have to pay. and even if i want to levy some off on request, i have to run around the office , writing letters and asking for signatures. which is just not worth shit i guess. i love my TIME and i don't intend to waste them sucking up to people who don't deserve them.

and talking about those MAT CEMERLANG?
what the hell is the idiots thinking.. rebranding?

.My Super Ex-Girlfriend review.

Let me kinda sum it all up in one breath or two.

The movie is about a young innocent guy who has a the density of a donkey and attracts mainly neurotic bimbos. He has an even dense friend who is kinda like a gay/bisexual/perverted combination and a very cute co-worker.

In this show, we are shown all the inner works of a superhero. Like... what would happen if Superman had sex with Lois.. and how the fuck did they have sex?

There are some parts in this movie definitely worth watching and there are some parts which is just lame. I believe the complex mix of superhero/villain + Love Story + Scary Movie feel is kinda good. I mean, the super villain is superbly dumb and nerdy and of course so is the main actor.

Uma Thurman can be a bit dorky at times, but her superhero mode rocks. However, her quirks and insecurities shows her as a bit of a normal being or crazy BIATCH... i guess we can all only sympathize with Wilson.

i give it a solid 7/10 for sexual comedy!


The part I love most is where they were having sex and after rocking up and down... she broke the bed. After that, Uma said.. "Don't worry, I'll get you a new one"

Wilson said "Bed or Penis?"

And then when Wilson had sex with his co-worker, he said it again "Woow, that didn't even hurt a bit!"

I guess the best bit must be when the G-Girl flew up and they had sex in the sky.

worth a watch but don't expect too much.

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.


Tuesday, September 5, 2006

.grad picture.

my aunt, mum, mee, my sis and my bro.

.fucking days.

i hate fucking mondays. it just seems like a day in hell whenever i hear the word "today's Monday."

But then again today's Tuesday. And I hate Tuesday too. Fuck, I think I have a perverse hate for every working day in the freaking calendar.

I hate keeping important documents. they keep getting lost. It's like the fucking documents have a leg ready to spring out whenever i leave it for like a couple of minutes. And then when i come back to check on it, it's lost.

the last time, it was someone's foreign passport. now i think it's my fucking car's legal documents.

there must be some toy story shit going on. only i think it's some kinda document shit. really, i hate these fucking stuffs. i never seem to lose the toilet paper i wash my ass with. in fact it always pop back up in the toilet bowl.

nvm about that, i'm just gonna keep hunting it down till i find it.

and i think the "yes, no, urm.. ahhh... whatever shit" is getting more and more ridiculous. you expect us to submit our names now and wait for their call.. then when they freaking asks us whether "is this jeemee or so and so?"

i'm supposed to say any other shit than "yes" ... if it's just one question, i don't mind the intensity and stupidity of this game but it keeps on.. we can't repeat the answers, can't take our time and our answers must be sensible.

FUCK... it's fucking hard ok? i wonder who could take the fucking prize back?

anyway, some australian crocodile dude (steve irwin) died today. it's on the front page but i haven't read about it yet.

i wonder what the big fuss is all about? so what if he dies? many people die all the time, and he couldn't blame anyone but himself cause he was the one frolicking with all those wild creatures like they're pansy animals with panties.

and to top it all off, he was killed by the one thing i bet he least expected? STINGRAY?

man, i guess all those ikan bakar pari-pari we ate off must've pissed them stingies off. after all these years of oppression, they wanted to make their call heard.

now who dares to fuck with these stingies anymore? even the great croc hunter died in their hands.

but i gotta admit i've learnt a bunch of useless shits from the croc hunter. maybe the info will come in handy and save my life one day... although i highly doubt it but i guess anything can happen...

like getting killed by a hamster.

why don't we have a hamster hunter? then we can learn all those useless facts about hamsters.
forget about it. i was just kidding. been meaning to get some steam off...


i don't know which one is worse?

jobless or being stuck with a job you hate soooooooo much you want to rip your heads off and die just so that you can get the day off.

Friday, September 1, 2006

.important everything.

as the day approaches, my heart thumped a little harder. the nervous feeling penetrates my heart and shivers my toes and fingers. i have never felt such anxiety before. even worse, i never felt sooo unprepared in my life. i know the routine, i've practiced it one too many times.
as i walk into that room, the sweat on the palm of my hands start to dry up. not because of the room temperature but because i think i've used up my daily quota of sweats.

i pick up the pencil, lined my ruler and eraser at one side and align them vertically like the papers in front of me. i dare not pick up those papers until my name was called. it shook me up and made me realize that i was actually behind the pack. i gathered my strength and started.

that was a long time ago. and i don't quite remember the event clearly.. but i think i can relate to the feeling. i can still remember the feeling i had in Standard Six when i was sitting for my UPSR because i felt as if that day was the most important day of my life.

i just never realised at that time... that there will be so many OTHER "most important" days of my life.

I felt that it was the most important day of my life during PMR. and SPM....

and during my application to the university, I felt it was both the most important CHOICE and the most important DAY of my life.

I can still remember opening up the envelope. the anxiety of opening up the envelope was like opening up a new pack of Dragonball Cards to find that elusive SPECIAL POWER CARD. the feeling was like a fat boy opening a pint of Baskin Robbins (i say this cause i ate BR yesterday... 31% off *-^ ). Ain't that a nice feeling?! Almost like a gay person having his first ANAL experience.... (kidding about this)

anyway, the most important day of my life resurfaced again during my final examination in UTM. After 5 years, you'd think that it'll all accumulate to that one particular point.

and then there's tomorrow, which will no doubt be the most important day of my life AGAIN. cause then's when i graduate.

i'm sure when i land a job, it'll be one of the most important choice of my life AGAIN. and my marriage.... my first kid, my kid's first word, first ANYTHING....


ain't it a bitch that there's so many IMPORTANT SHITS in our life.

sometimes i wish i could just see my future with every choice i make... that way.. there'd be none of those IMPORTANT shits.

and the feeling of anxiety like a pre-schooler having shat his pants wouldn't be quite so prevalent everytime i'm about to encounter this experience.

BTW, tomorrow's graduation ceremony. i think I SHAT ME PANTS.....

.random lessons.

When we look down, we know how big we are. When we look up, we realize how small we are. When we look in front, we see the obstacles and l...