My neighbour says the darnest things!

I overheard;

Woman: Ehhh you know, my car, myvi, i drove up this highway AKLEH everyday. And you know when I go up the slope, I need to press the accelerator until its touching the base, but my max speed 30-40kmph only.
Man: Oh??
Woman: Yalarh! This car har..aiyooo... very hard to drive around easily. (mumbles)
Man: Did you drive up with 3rd or 4th gear?
Woman: (thinks for a while) Where got 3rd and 4th gear?! Auto only got D, 2 and L!

(me: -____________________________-")

Man: Oh no no, what I meant by 3rd or 4th gear was D. An auto car doesn't mean they skip gear shifts altogether, the difference is that its done automatically.
Woman: Owhh.. (ponders)
Man: Or easy, you can just dig a hole at the base so you can further jam it down. *chuckes*

(me: HAHAHHAHAHAH)

Mandat kononnya

"If I get the same mandate, I would be very happy,"

"I don’t think so (can retain the 2004 results). If I get it, I would be very happy. I mean, I am being very very practical,"

His choice of words. Very sad.

Yet he is still sitting around doing nothing to improve things.
And as we speak, he is jetting off to Zurich, Switzerland now.

"I would not know whether they would be influenced or not but I think Malaysians now are better informed and capable of thinking better,"

Of course we are better informed now. Not through mainstream newspapers. All lies.
And we were never stupid. What makes you think we weren't thinking with straight brains previously? We believed in DrM's decision for you to succeed him, not because we think you can.

Asked whether BN sees Keadilan adviser Datuk Seri Anwar Ibrahim as a threat in the coming elections, Abdullah said: "He is not a threat. Who is he to threaten us?"

Oh, you so don't know what this Anwar guy is capable of. He beat you hands down in the head department. *grins*

tired of being pushed around

What?

I was told that my blog is slanting towards political-fun-poking.

I replied bluntly, "I'm no big shot blogger. Who cares?"

Who cares, really? Only a few of my friends read this. The rest just stumbled onto this site by accident or while searching on Google for certain things that somehow listed my blog in the results page.

And I trust them with my heart that they would not turn me in, no matter what.

Or else ...







Fueled by rage and fury, I shall rip the door out while you're in the middle of your whatever business and smack your brains out of you.

My Heroes Addiction

I've been glued to the TV for hours on end, watching the Heroes weekend marathon. I never really have the time to go episode by episode when it was first aired on Star World. Until last Saturday. What I like about Star World is that, it was less interrupted by advertisement breaks, compared to AXN.

I don't think I would it if it was on AXN.

So potong stim.

I don't think I'd watch that on DVD too, too done-on-purpose, no fun.

(Looks forward to this coming weekend)

Eye-splattering!

What do you know about bird droppings?

They deface the surface of whatever they hit, which is caused by the acidic secretions of fungi that live within the droppings, have a corrosive effect.

It's funny how birds "operate". I meant, do business. They just park themselves somewhere, and then just do whatever needed to be done, right there and then. It's an "anywhere anytime" thing.


While they were chirping around happily...
While they were sleeping, standing and sh*tting...
While they were admiring the sunset whilst perching on the best spot they could find...

And when they are done, they leave, along with aplenty of splatters, and that's for you to clean up.

I always strive to start my day with a smile, of which I normally do.
Most of the time, I end my day with more smiles.
But it's hard to smile when you find your car a few splatters, early in the morning.

I cursed at birds who weren't there at the time I discover their little "artwork". I'm puzzled.

Why does birds do it that way??

Cats dig holes and cover them up after they were done.
Dogs ... depends. Some are toilet trained, those who aren't, just shit anywhere. Some sniff sniff and eat it. Yuck. Well, that's a whole other story.
Rabbits, tiny balls of dung.
Elephants ... umm...Nevermind.

I suddenly thought of a brilliant metaphor. This free-sh*tting behavior.
First thing that came to mind was, the Man on Top, what was he doing? Si BirLahWee (belah-we) - literal translation - Jom belah!
We have been constantly cleaning up sh*t, oh wait, we didn't. We chose to live with it.
That Bird of a man leave our roofs with loads of, well, splatter. Watch out, more to come.

Chinese New Year is around the corner, we want our roofs squeaky clean, so please go elsewhere and do your thang, okay?

Salute.

What we need is Love.

I've been listening to people who went through some very difficult problems. Problems close to home. It is not easy to fully understand what they feel, and what goes through their mind when they were dealing with it, unless you experience it for yourself. It's a very difficult situation.

But at the core of the matter, there will always be someone who fights hard to keep them together. Family always stick together, no matter what. In that someone you will find a person of a very strong character, mentally and emotionally, and they are the key to holding things together.

Without a person who is strong enough to handle all the in-betweens, all hell will break loose.
By just listening to them left a strong impression. Something to reflect on. The kind of emotional turmoil they went through in the midst of juggling work, commitments and responsibilities, is beyond what is imaginable.

There is no way I could describe what these people go through everyday.

All I can say is that, I have a profound respect for these strong souls.

A bit of fresh air, please?

Babbles:
Assemblyman shot dead. What next?
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This is very much needed now.

What is better than to wake up to this view every morning?
It sets a good mood all day long.

This is just exactly what we do not have here. Besides polluted air and a whole lot of other noises. And not to forget, the jam.

Anyway, I wasn't going to discuss about that here. I practically just ... live with the imperfect living environment. That's not too hard, no? It's a matter of perspective.

I met up with an old friend recently. After so many years apart, amazingly it still felt as comfortable as it was the last time we met.

Again, I wasn't going to discuss about that.

Opportunities in life are looked for, I never had the luxury of it falling in front of my face. At a certain point in life, you yearn for a change, for things to change. I have a long list of to-do-things, but I have yet to get any of the major ones done. So my resolutions for the year 2008, is to get the things done.

In case you were wondering where did I keep my all important to-do-list, paiseh, I do not keep a physical copy. It's all in my head.

You can liken it to keeping all the names of your important clients in a single database, and risk losing it all when the server crashes.

Nevermind, I'll remember important ones, and the rest, there's always room for a change.

Happy New Year!

What'dya say? Ego?

Often I hear about groups of girls have problems with other girls over the smallest things.

I felt the same too. Rarely I hear of guys having man problems with each other. Cos they can - take it like a man. Girls = lots of Drama.

That statement still stands, until yesterday.
I've seen first hand how guys have their own version of "drama" too. While girls are so much the real dramamama, guys are worse. They have a fragile Huge Ego.

Unhappy men = dented Ego.

Their reaction to it is abit funny to me. They drew long faces. Stage walkouts. Thank god no vulgarities and name calling, cos they are a bunch of civilised people.

But then again, my point is that, girls aren't the only dramamamas. We have dramapapas too. Woohoo!

Lawnmower

Babbles:
I still have a little green patch left.
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What did you know about sticking to what you knew better?

Or ... stick to people who knew your hair better?

Nevermind.

I went to Times Square yesterday, and thought of getting a haircut there. The first salon that came to mind was "Thomas and Guy". So I went around looking for it, not realizing that they had relocated to Jln. Bukit Bintang. So I walked around the mall, and saw Michael and Guys. As I was walking by, the lady at the desk called out, and gave me a flyer.

I was torn between going back to my usual hairstylist, or opting for a new one. But then my mind managed to give me a solid reason to try that one out, "How bad can a short haircut go wrong?"

I decided to give it a try, and walked in.

"Wash and cut, please."

I stupidly ask if her boss was Thomas' brother, Michael. She chuckled and said, "No, this is a different one. (DuH~). Alot of people are using Name and Guys."

I said, "Yeah, funny thing is that, all the stylist here are girls, zero guys." She chuckled.

Anyway, note the difference in spelling, Guy (ghee) vs Guys. They're messing with the name. Hahah. Michael and GUYS (as in the crew of female hairdressers).

During the rinsing process, I was beginning to think that I made a mistake by walking in. She was suppose to be cleaning my hair, not giving me facial. Wth. And not to mention that my entire collar got wet. -.-"

If I hadn't had enough, then out came my "designated" stylist. I smell smoke. Perhaps she didn't even bother washing her hands with SOAP before proceeding with her duty. Bloody ciggy + smoke stained fingers touching my hair! ...

I am so used to having my hair cut after its blown dry. She cut my hair, wet. I asked her if she was going to cut my hair wet, she just said "yeah, wet cut." I replied saying, "Can I have it cut after its blown dry? It feels weird."

"You'll be fine..."

-.-" Stylists are stubborn people. Anyway I am not gonna show any pictures here.

Now, how bad can a short hair cut go? Not bad, just close to being bald.

Happy New Year, people!

Happy New Year!

Babbles: Happy New Year!!
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I realised on the last day of 2007 that;

1. McDonald's handwash gel actually smells like dog shampoo.
2. There was so much hype over the last day of the year.
3. Or any other occasion which has nothing to do with us?
4. It's the only time of the year when people don't park at parking lots, but instead park by the roadside just so they can leave the place easier without needing to queue to get out of the carpark.
5. Some people still dig their nose in public, despite so many year ends they have counted down to, and so many years gone by.

The nose digging part is really gross. I was at the car wash waiting, when there's this chinese guy sitting 5 feet away suddenly stuck his little finger into his nostril, and start digging. And as he started doing whatever he was doing, he dropped his jaw, as to ease his fingers further into his nostrils; and then changed to his index finger. When the other guy returned with his change, he did "the sprinkle" (just like you do with salt), and took his money with that SAME HAND.

Ugh. Gross. And I always happen to catch people in action.