Pop-a-Lolli

I still don't understand the Lollipop trend. Sticking a lolli into their mouths and walk around in packs. What's that? I don't remember doing that when I was young. Friends, if you happen to have a picture of me doing that, I shall retract all the comments I've ever made about sticking lollis into mouths.

February is almost Over!

We're almost at the end of the second month of 2008. Blink of an eye.

2 months gone. 10 more months to come. We're all imperfect human beings. We've sinned, we've wronged. Not just ourselves, other people as well. So with so much bad things/damage done in 2 months, and that means Karma has another 10 months to punish us. *gasps* *mai siao siao*

Things I've done (so far)
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1) I've shifted my attention to non-fiction books. I need donations. Thank you.
2) Kiss my boss goodbye, it's time to move on, out of my comfort zone seeking thrills. =K
3) Travel for the first time after my last 3 years without a vacation. (soon, I mean tmr!)
4) Saw Switchfoot LIVE!!
5) Spend a bomb on myself -.-

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I never felt so disgusted, until yesterday. Not gonna say anything about it here.
Karma's got 10 more months to punish me if I carry that disgusted feeling for more than 1 day.

So I'm just gonna keep quiet this time.

Btw, kiap-ing some flies help me keep calm. Not me alone. Cos I managed intro the game to my neighbouring colleagues, and force them to play. They just brushed me off and say "Wah..Don't want la, what for tangkap lalat, ishhh kau ni." HAHAHA.

In the midst of "seriousness" in the normally peaceful silence, came the sound "poik poik poik", and almost at cue, you'll see raised eyebrows, heads bobbing up from their respective cubicles, and all shared a hearty laugh. Adult cuteness. Heh.

I'll miss them.

Why Big Ass Bikes are Important

This country is heading in the direction where we can't count on the police to guard our safety anymore. We never see improvements, we never see crimes get solved, hopes of finding Sharlinie is slowly fading away, and all we get to see are new bikes zipping around the city on escort duties.

Why do they even need that in the first place? Okay, maybe I am guilty of being ignorant of why the police force needs the use of motorcycles. Traffic, Patrol, Pursuit, Escort. I know, I know. And why did they replace the entire fleet of old 500ccs for these new man-toys? Justifiable too, old ones are expensive to maintain. You get my drift.

Nothing is not justifiable in this country, yes?

Then something genius struck.
It could be that when a man was not a policeman yet, he was ordinary. Like other average Joes. Plain and bland. No different from any other guys you see on the street. No ego to show off. Or he does, but he doesn't show off publicly.

So when this average Joe joined the police force, he was awarded with a badge, that reads Royal Malaysia Police. Note the word royal. Diraja man, don't play play.

So Royal, gua takut

So with the badge, comes the responsibility of protecting the people and preserving peace.
So ex-average Joe now walks around with the badge (as per above) on public display; exercising his rights of telling people what is right and what is wrong. Job well done. So from being ego-less it swells into the size of a badge.

Improvement.

But being with the Police force comes with a whole lot of perks. You get to ride bikes all day and everyday doing absolutely nothing, but cruising. At other times, there are duties that require of him to do some escort work - making way for the fake VIPs through KL's insane traffic. That was that.

So when you couple a powerful piece of machinery - the bike, and the all-access all powerful badge, his ego is now is big as the wheels of his bike.

Honda VFR800 on the left, Honda ST1300 on the right.

Hence, they needed the bikes. So as to strike a balance between ego and work. Otherwise, tak boleh pakai. Need duit kopi.

Valentine's Fever

Oops, they did it again.

Valentine's Day roses for PM Flip Flop. Malaysians hadn't lost their romantic factor. So it seems.

Rallying with roses in their hands might just come down in history as the best decoy ever. A rally had always been perceived as a violent event where very angry people march the streets seeking for whatever truth, change and acceptance they are finding. But when paired with roses in their hands, it sends a different signal altogether. It confuses thy mind; we don't know whether to love or hate. Throw in children to march alongside adults, hand in hand whilst holding roses, I'm confused.

Malaysians Boleh, kan? *chuckles*

Catch a Fly? I caught no ball!

Babbles:
There are some interesting posts on Malaysia-Today.net. Especially those that exposed the details on how corrupted our government is. Did you realise that our ministers and candidates came up funnier responses now that the Elections are near? *chuckles*
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I advertise ads from Nuffnang but I can't be bothered to notice whatever is appearing on the top of my blog, but this one caught my eye.

Kiap kiap a fly? What the heck.

Walaw...

-.-" Walaw eh ...

WALAWWWW EH!

Now, would you excuse me, I need to kiap some flies.

++ Update:
I managed 35 flies, but I'm not consistent! Needs alot of hand eye coordination and I gave up after 15 minutes of playing. =P

It Irritates Me

Babbles:
I am allergic to copy cats and braggers. They give me brain pain. Chronic brain pain. It affects my eyes too.

*installs copycat/braggers alert
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Today I found a cat resting underneath my car. Instead of running off like most cats do, she meowed at me. Cubiness. Green eyes. Fat tail.

Grrr.

I'm thinking of keeping her. *Grins*

Happy Chinese New Year!!

It's only February, second month of 2008. I am not surprised nobody made any resolutions for the new year. We're living amongst people who still practices Stone Age mentality.

A friend had an extra car that she needed someone to drive back to Alor Setar. I am driving my own car back for Chinese New Year, so she needed to find someone else. Apparently, most of my friends from AlorSetar already had their plans worked out, so she had to look for someone else.

So one fine day, I received a call from this friend, telling me that she managed to find a friend's friend to drive it back to Alor Setar. Great. So all I need to do was to hand over the keys to him. Arranging the meeting wasn't hard. Handing it over wasn't hard too. All that I had in mind was to take everything out of her car trunk, dump them into mine, and hand over the keys. Well, I was aware that I left a steering lock, that's it. And the key to the steering lock, car key and a leather key chain that binds them together.

That was it. All he had was the car key, steering lock key, a key chain and a bloody steering lock.

And all he had to do was to drive the car back to Alor Setar, get paid, and say bye bye. The instruction was simple. The task was simple.

When the car arrived at Alor Setar the next day, my friend did not suspected anything wrong. Nothing seemed to be missing from an empty car, duh, besides the fact that the car stinked so bad - it felt like being in a gigantic closed ashtray. Bah.

He smiled and hand over the key. Just a single key. My friend was thinking that I was being very careful that I removed the key chain and even removed the steering lock that she didn' bother asking him about the rest of the keys. Who would have thought???

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He took everything he could with him, and still manage to smile at you. Aw yucks!
What kind of mentality is this? That drove him to do what he did? GAWD. It's just a steering lock and a key chain! So unbelievable.

They were here!!!

I want to continuously bang my head against the wall until it's completely shattered.

0929, it's not even a 512. It's my old 32!!!!!

How could I ...

Sighhhhhhhhhhh. But nevertheless, I'm glad I was there.



Their songs has been nothing but inspirational. Deep and they explore our questions and frustrations. Listening and singing to them live simply triggered an influx of past memories, good and bad, and it was overwhelming. I identify events in my life with songs I listen to at that point of time. To get them back to my conscious mind all at once was simply mindblowing.

It's Gratifying.

Btw, you Ang Mohs can go back to wherever you came from. Shall elaborate in the next post. For now, I'm just gonna go digest my thoughts abit.

My Midnight Rant

I am tired of being questioned as to why I don't do this this and this.

Kept bombarding me with questions as to why I still didn't do this this and that.

"Like I told you before."

What'dya say har??

Llalallalalalalla~

Sometimes people don't see anything wrong with themselves, and can only find flaws on people. And they need to point that out so that you make that change, and in turn make them look better. Well, yeah, you can't see your own head with your 2 eyes, I'm not gonna argue on that one, but how far do you have to look to realise that you are flawed too? Look no further.

The human mind is a complex entity, I agree

I appreciate people pointing out my mistakes, I'm more than willing to listen. But when they start to put the blame on me because of their own incompetence, you can fark off. I had my variations versus you and your one and only specialty, and you blame me? Me? Just because you didn't get what you wanted, and stood there like a fool, you put the blame on me. And I gota change to make you look better. You can put it on Akon, he'd be happy to take the blame from you. Bahhhh...

Sad little thing.

For the gazillion-th time, you won't get what you want from me. No such thing as "I was required to ...." It was supposed to be all fun. What requirements and what reputation to uphold? All bullsh*t. It's all stupid analysis and a result of overrating yourself. BAHHH.

You and your specialty deserved a piece of my mind too. But you didn't get that slice from me, cos I don't think it's necessary. I am busy changing myself for the better, not taking the easy way out by blaming others for my shortcomings.

Now I hate myself for drinking teh tarik earlier on. I need some sleep! *roll eyes*

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.

Drumming at a field near you

I'm not going to miss this. I caught them in action during a pocket show, and it was awesome!!!

One heck of a Crack!

Babbles:
New Year's 'round the corner! Count your blessings and start Living!
I met Positive Tone's founder! One heck of a cool guy!
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I despise people who used money to do damage control.

"I don't care how much it's going to cost me, just bloody FIX it!"

I'm sorry, money can't fix a fractured wall of Trust. No amount of dollar plaster and cash cement will ever be enough to patch the mess up. That damage is irreversible. What about collapsed walls? Go figure!

Some even use money to buy Love. Their so-called-beloved would stick around because they get free meals (plus lodging), party free (including free flow of liquor) and throw in a wardrobe makeover; absolutely FREE. I love you unconditionally (just make sure that wallet's loaded) =P

"I have the money, so what's your problem?"

So you can start and wonder what will happen when some day (touch wood!) in the future, you were cut off from your source of income? Hmm, interesting.
Who do you think you are, Paris?


Even Paris Hilton had to lose what she thought was "already in the pocket".

So whoever said life isn't fair?