Posts

Art of War

Image
Art of War Swiped from Emerging Birder . For those of you who know me personally ( for those of you who have a glimpse of my personal life through my cryptic posts, I salute thee for sensing the problems that I'm in, or if you don't get what write at times, that's cool too as ignorance is bliss. We have enough of our own shit. ), you would know that these past couple couple of weeks have been a bit tumultuous for me and my mum in terms of our relationship. Our disagreement on the way I live one part of my life is a bone of contentment between us. And the problem is not made easier by the fact that we live under the same roof. Be it as it may, we have reached a stalemate for the time being. But I like to see it as the calm before the storm. As Leggie asked the other day: Leggie: So, how's the war going? Me: What war? Leggie: The War of the Worlds. Me: Oh. THAT. I'm still placing my troops. And she's doing the same. It's not like I have to portray my

Shampoo Down Under

Image
Dove 3 Day Swiped from williamnyk . Note: I'm running out of ammo... so you get this cheapo filler post. :) Behold the Dove Moisturethrapy Cream Shampoo sample pack. It features a limp tulip being brought back to life in just 3 days by soaking it in Dove Moisturethrapy Cream Shampoo. It's supposedly formulated with 1/4 intensive milk emmolients to repair dry and damaged hair. As far as I know, I banned Dove longed ago because it doesn't work for me. But that's not what I want to talk about. I just want to comment about the ad. Somehow, it just looks like their peddling some phyto-viagra that'll perk up your 'plants' in 3 days. Whatcha waiting for? Shampoo the nether regions for a 'bouncier' and 'fuller' effect with Dove Moisturetherapy Cream.

Kor

I am not very close to my brother. He left home to study at boarding school when he was 12 and only returned 5 years later to take his STPM. After that, he left home again to further his studies in Singapore. Upon graduating he worked in the Lion City because he had a bond to fulfill and even after he had no more obligations to the Singapore Government, he staued on, because he had grown to like the place. The brother I knew was quite transformed from all his years there, turning into what Mel described as "salsa-dancing and wine-guzzling". Everytime he comes back, he will supply me with music, comic books, novels and stuff. Although we do not talk much about feelings, hopes, dreams and ambitions, we chat well about more trivial matters. Still, he plays his role as my big brother and takes care of me, even plies me with SGD ( yes! ). Well, yesterday, I felt closer to my brother more than ever. I actually opened up to him and told him something that I had been carrying with me

Not so Izzi

Image
Izzi Swiped from williamnyk . Some time back, Jase and I had dinner at Izzi Pizza , Bukit Bintang. Believe it or not, their headquarters is in Jakarta and I have been to their branch in Bursa Efek Jakarta ( the equivalent to Bursa Saham Malaysia ). That was around 3 years ago and I must say that the only thing I remembered about it was thin crust pizzas with excellent pepperoni. Anyway, the reason we went there was because of the rumoured 50% discount. However, the promotion is only valid for orders above $100 and payment must be via Citibank or Standard Chartered credit cards. Well, our bill came around to $50 and I stupidly just paid even after the waitress told us about the promotion details. We could have ordered another $50 worth of food and would not have paid an extra cent ( well, perhaps a bit ). Stupido. Stupido. Stupido. Baga. Baga. Baga. With that experience under my belt, I went there again last Saturday to celebrate my mum's birthday. This time round, I had a better lo

BKK Detour 2: Blue Cherry & ATMs

Image
Blue Cherry Swiped from williamnyk . This photo was taken at Partunam City Complex . It's basically one of the many malls that are filled to the brim with clothing wholesalers. It caught my eye because of it's motto. You can't see it clearly due to the light, so I'll type it out here: Blue Cherry: We make you come first Oh, yes please! The next photo was taken at one of the side entrances of Indra Square . It's quite weird in my opinion because the modems and the uninterrupted power supply for the ATM machine is out in the open. The former sitting on top of the machine, the latter at the back, all within easy reach. It's so weird, any kid can just come along and take it out of commission. Talk about banking security.

Inclined

Image
Gohatto Swiped from comics0923 . Unlike some people I know ( ok la, Cynikeel, :P ), I have not posted a movie post in ages. As Bunny would testify, my forte is food posts. However, I've decided to try my hand at movie posts again. I did not go to the cinema ( lama aku tak pergi, sapo nak belanja ni? ), but I recently bought a DVD that is quite noteworthy to share here. The title is Gohatto . I just picked it up on a whim and since it was on sale at $5 ( not pirated, but got it at a shop at Summit USJ that's clearing old stock ), it was quite a no-brainer. As you would have guessed, it's Japanese. But most importantly, it has Beat Takashi in it. I can add it to my collection of Izo , Zatoichi and Battle Royale. As with all Jap movies, it's always a bit weird. Pace-wise. Storyline-wise. But therein lies the attraction for me. I had no expectations for it whatsoever. I asked my mum to read me the summary on the back of the DVD ( banana, tak tahu baca cina ) and s

Comfort

The throes of anguish which visit us in the dark of the night are often symptoms of a struggle for change that has already begun. --- The Comfort Book. Wise, Robert L. I think it has already begun. I think I can feel it. Slowly, but surely, it has begun. And it feels good.

Thinking of You

Sensing my despair, KH employed the help of a mutual friend to pass me a card. A simple card, yet full of meaning for me. He understands me. I cling to the hand he offers me. He eases my pain. I feel his strength in me. He wipes away each bitter tear. He lends me his a sympathetic ear. He thinks of me in these trying times. And I think of him. His words give me comfort in this storm I am going through. And I am glad he feels my love for him and in return, he showers me with his love tenfold. I can only hope that what we have will last, but I will work hard to keep the flame burning. I will not so easily give up. I want to see this through. We want to see this throug.

Kiros

Image
closet door Swiped from surlygrrrl . Kiros. God's time. You can ask for whatever you want from God, tell him all your needs, demand that you get a sign... but God will just keep quiet. The world will go on, life will go on... you will still toil and wait for your deliverance. But when the time comes, and we are not ready, we get swept along in the torrent of chaos and order. As much as we plan things, as much we design, things don't always go our way. But we can always hope. Some things we keep close to our hearts. Our deepest darkest secret. Our hopes and fears. Forever waiting and waiting to release it. We rehearse it. We build up the courage to say. But we falter. We stumble. We sputter. We stammer. But sometimes, when we least expect it, the contents of our hearts are tumbled out without warning. We are caught unaware. We stare in disbelief. But realization comes, and we catch this wave of honesty, we steel ourselves, our courage returns. The truth shall set you fr

Pseudo Haircut

Image
IMG_8208 Swiped from yitweng . Since my last trim since before CNY, I had grown quite a crop of 'grass' on my head. The heat and my hair constantly in my eyes ( I don't flip my hair for no reason, like *some* people think ) was already driving me nuts so I quickly headed over to my regular stylist, KK for a trim. I took the 11am slot and I was so early that I was the first customer of the day. My appointment finished in record time, just shy of half an hour. Back to my point. KK took a look at the unruly mop of hair on my head and declared that I should go for a longer style since I already had the length. He said cutting me short for the past year is already getting boring. I concurred. Therefore, he just thinned the hair at the top and sides and left the fringes. As a result, the hair is still in my eyes and people stare at me in disbelief after I tell them that I had a haircut. The next day after my trim, I brought SK to Eric's stylist, KK as well, but the g

Queer Card

Image
Queer Card Swiped from williamnyk . Guys have been wearing pink and toting their girlfriend's handbags to get brownie points. Venturing into territory that was once considered taboo, no man's land ( or more precisely "all man's land" ). Nowadays, it's cool to show a little of our feminine side. To skirt the other side . A good way to soften the rough edges. The desirable men of today is no longer gruffy and rugged, but rather pretty and preppy. Painfully androgynous. As such, the same concept is being employed in the corporate world. Citibank brought you the Clear Card . Now make way for the RapidKL Queer LRT Card and the MidValley Queer Parking Card . In eye-catching pink and purple respectively. Get your's today.

BKK Day 3: No photos here sir!

Image
collageMBK Swiped from williamnyk . The 3rd day at Bangkok is quite a blur for me. Can't really remember the details, but I'll try anyway. Spent most of the day at the wholesale clothes outlets at Pratunam, kind of like the Ho Ching Yuen beside the Hang Tuah LRT station. Clothes, clothes and more clothes. We were mostly at Indra Square and the Baiyoke Garment Center nearby where my sister was staying. My sister and mother bought tonnes of clothes, handbags and other accessories. All at cheap prices. After baking in the hot and humid Bangkok weather, we decided to move to someplace with air-conditioning, so it was off to MBK for more shopping. The layout is simple enough. Just one long stretch where you walk, and walk, and walk..... from one end to the other. 5 floors of shopping. Made me wish for the electric buggy from Muang Boran . Typical shopping paradise with a stronger muslim presence, for unknown reasons. Anyway, saw an interesting scene there. Two women were

Ponsel

Image
munaweroh Swiped from williamnyk . For some unknown reason, I have been getting a few SMS and MMS from Indonesians recently. There are only a few explanations I can think of: 1) Pure coincidence ( then why have I not hit the lottery!!? ) 2) My number is wrongly posted on some Indonesian migrants classifieds somewhere ( lo mau cowok ganteng? kontek 016-XXXXXX ) 3) DiGi screwed up big time ( not surprising ) The first set of SMS I received was addressed to a woman by the name of Sri. The contents were in Javanese, which I promptly asked my counterpart in Jakarta to translate. It roughly went like this: Sri, you're really shameless. No man would willingly take you as their wife. That's why you have to steal other people's husbands! I just sent a reply to tell the fellow that I'm not 'shameless' ( most of the time, at least ) nor a woman and promptly blocked the number. Thinking that it was fluke and brushing the whole incident off, it then happened again.

Eastern Delight

Image
Photo-0414 Swiped from williamnyk . After more than 20 years of enjoying the soup-based steamboat, I have finally tried the porridge-based version at Eastern Delight , Seri Petaling. One of my mother's friends won big at the agensi nombor ramalan , so dinner was on her. Being the remora I usually am, I got to go along to. Hehe. For one thing, I did not have very high expectations of it. I'm definitely a "soup guy" and as such, the porridge I prefer is also the Teochew kind. However, they use the congee type with the beras hancur . That aside, it's pretty much steamboat lo . It's just more filling and it's quite weird to put leafy greens in porridge. If the idea of porridge doesn't appeal ( I have a colleague who refuses to eat it because she associates it with being sick ), the place also serves the normal variety of steamboat. The price is not quite cheap and everything is ala carte , so the costs can add up to quite an amount. However, it&#

Mo Far Kor

Image
Photo-0439 Swiped from williamnyk . Before you freak out, that's not the head of a mountain troll bubbling in the pot. It's actually a fruit by the name of my post. It has real weird properties. The reason for the "eye sockets" is that my mother whacked the fella with a hammer before putting it to boil. The insides are spongy and white, but the second you boil it, the water turns black and nasty. Supposedly, it has detoxification effects-- think trips to the loo and freaky-looking stools. Boil it with some dates and it tastes quite good really... if you can get past the fact it scrubs out your bowels. Heh.

Di BTS

Image
Gelatomio Swiped from williamnyk . Spent some quality time with my di , Jase at Berjaya Times Square after work. He supposedly had a big secret to tell me, but he didn't really tell anyway ( see! I'm not a mulut tempayan. I didn't tell anyone about your Antonio Banderas blow-up doll. Kidding. Kidding ). Anyway, my throat was flaring up, so I decided for something mercifull to my throat. Wanted to try Chikuho Ramen , but apparently it had closed down, replaced by Mr. Ramen . What the heck. We ate there anyway since thanks to my great sense of direction and BTS fantastic layout ( from the architects who brought you the Mines of Moria ), we were too tired to look for another eatery. I ordered the Miso Ramen, whereas Jase had the Chicken Katsu-Don. Food was crappy. The service staff was mostly Myanmarese, making it a real unique dining experience. Cheap though, I'll give it that. Next on, we moved onto ice cream. t was either Baskin Robbins or Gelatomio . I chose the latt

1 Day 1 Question

Image
LRTCrotch Swiped from williamnyk . Here I am trying to do a version of David's side-blog ( with the name above ): Why the FUCK must some guys sit on the LRT with their BLOODY legs so wide open? It really makes me wonder. It's rush hour. People are packing into the trains. Everyone is looking for a place to sit on the long journey to the city. And some idiot comes along, sits on the limited seats like his balls have swollen to the size of grapefruits. For goodness sake, keep your legs together and let an extra person sit down! If you're wearing a skirt, and would like to air your family jewels, then by all means, spread those legs, but if not, please keep them together. Extremely inconsiderate. The same goes for idiots who like to read the papers of the train, especially Chinese newspapers. They're already so unwieldly, so please have the common sense to fold up the papers before you read, not open them all the way like you're sitting in your lazy chair at h

Together

There are things in our life that are very private in nature, hence not usually shared with others. But when the time comes to share it, we may have hang ups about it and perhaps develop a kind of mental block that prohibits you from sharing that inner part of yourself. However, with perseverance, patience and a strong will, all obstacles can and will be removed. As it is said, good things happen to those who wait. And I am glad that I was given the time to adapt, given the chance to show my worth, and most importantly, given the love and gentle, guiding hand tofind my way around the difficulties and make myself comfortable with the situation. So far, the discoveries have been mindblowing and I am very grateful. In time, I hope the harvest will be plenty...

BKK Detour 1

Image
Queer Graffiti Swiped from elmada . Note: Dear readers, this is just some random observation from my trip that would not fit to well in my daily vacation report. After spending 6 days in Bangkok I've come to notice something that I missed while I was there for 5 weeks, 3 years back. The Thai seem to have a thing for phallic symbols. They come in all shapes and sizes ( as do the real thing, hehe) , from the obscenely large to easy-carry versions. Mostly, I've seen them carved from wood, but the smaller versions can also be found cast from metal (with extra dragon motif). At first, I thought them dildos, until I started seeing them all over the place-- from taxi dasboards to altars to food stall counters to keychains. Frankie even tells me that are tied to waist like an amulet. As far as I can tell, it has some kind of religious significance. They seem to be revered. I can see garlands of flowers placed over them. Some even have inscriptions and gold leaf. And for those

Hobbit Feet

Image
Hobbit Feet Swiped from williamnyk . Neither am I talking about the Small Office, Home Office concept nor the place in US, but actually a foot treatment company. I guess I could say the cheap version of a podiatrist. The don't give pedicures and are not qualified to correct your foot problems but they specialize in cracked heels, bunions, calluses, toenail infections and the other sort of nasty skin conditions of the foot. They set up a booth at Jusco Seri Kembangan and the response was amazing. Young and old were lining up to get the the dead skin removed from their at RM25. Quite cheap seeing that the results are quite obvious and that the treatment takes around 2 hours and much disgusting effort on the part of the staff. Their Hobbit-Feet Reversal Treatment begins with an alcohol rub. Who knows were those feet have been. After that, some kind of skin softening cream is applied to the feet. Don't know what the active ingredient is, but for all I know, it could be so

Di Maria

Image
How NOT to solve a problem like Maria Swiped from belljw18670 . This is only my second lyrics post. I'm at a loss for words ( don't laugh! It's actually possible. :P ). I have no way to articulate my feelings and situation at the moment, so I'll let the nuns do the talking / singing: How do you solve a problem like Maria? How do you catch a cloud and pin it down? How do you find a word that means Maria? A flibbertijibbet! A will-o'-the wisp! A clown! I laugh. I frown. I smile. How does one solve a problem like Maria?

He-Man reads John Steinbeck

Image
Photo-0414a Swiped from williamnyk . An interesting character I saw on the LRT one fine morning: 1) First impression: looks like Lim Kok Wing sans spectacles ( I know many would disagree, it's just a first impression ). 2) Hair: reminds me of the He-man alter-ego ( Prince what's-his-name ). 3) Book: reads John Steinbeck. Interesting character #2 was an elderly man who was torturing a young couple standing in fron of him. He kept on talking about the good 'ol days and giving them grandfather-ly advice about life. The guy couldn't have cared less, but the girl layan him by nodding her head and sometimes agreeing with certain points he make. I'm so pathethic. I'm so bored. Time passes oh so slowly on the LRT...

BKK Day 2: You don't want go Crocodile Farm?

Image
collage3 Swiped from williamnyk . A colleague and The Searcher recommended me to visit The Ancient City of Muang Boran . It's 40 minutes away from the hustle-bustle of Bangkok, located in Samut Prakan. It's basically Thailand's history, culture, architecture and art all condensed into 320 acres of land the shape of Thailand. Think of it as Mini Malaysia, only *much* better and less cheesy. It boasts of 112 attractions in 6 sections. The entrance fee is THB300, inclusive of bicycle rental or a tram ticket. We took one double bicycle and a golf cart. It was a sweltering day and shade was few and far in between. At the start, we were very keen to see the sights. Took many photos. But as we went on, the attractions were losing their lustre. All of 'em started looking the same. And the sun was unforgiving. Towards the end, we were hurrying ourselves through, just giving the magnificent structures cursory glances and quick photo shoots. However, while we were at t

Taxi

Image
Photo-0440 Swiped from williamnyk . I'm not talking about Luc Beeson's movie here, but literally taxis. Of late, I've been relying on them to get to work because I have to go to Taman Tun Dr Ismail and there is no easy way to get there with public transport from where I live. So, each morning, my mother drops me off at Old Klang Road and I hail a cab to go to work. I've noticed that most of the taxi drivers I've met are quite interesting. Here are a few examples: Driver 1: Uncle Wong Uncle Wong looks like a nice enough guy. He's the kind of driver who will make small talk you even though you ignore him. Talk about paying to be tortured. But most of the time, I will layan them coz the jams at OKR are no pretty sight and it can get helluva boring. However, Uncle Wong has one trait that is quite scary-- one second he will be talking to you, the other second, he'll transform into a road bully. The transition takes less than 0.005 seconds (something like Gaban).

Terri-Yucky? No!

Image
Teriyaki Chicken ala William Swiped from williamnyk . Ever since I mentioned my Teriyaki Chicken , it has been getting a lot of airtime on my blog recently for mysterious reasons. Jase wants. Eric wants it. KH wants it. On the other hand, only Robb was interested in the humble beginnings of my teriyaki chicken which I will mention briefly here: (Heat waves in the air, signalling a flashback) 3 years ago, in Jakarta: The mundane diet (food court, fast food, food court, fast food, ad infinitum) my colleagues and I had to endure working over at Jakarta as lowly-paid migrant workers had forced us to cook on weekends just to keep our sanity and keep our arteries plaque free. So, every weekend, we'd all contribute in the kitchen by either cooking or cleaning up. On one fateful week, I decided to whip up my famous Teriyaki Chicken. Whole chicken drumsticks. Deboned. Marinated in light soy sauce, dark soy sauce and a generous helping of pepper. That's it (don't be disappoi

Pampered

Image
Swiped from Xie Kitchen . Recently, I've been hearing a lot about people voicing out their need to be pampered, protected, taken care of. They want to feel secure in the arms of their significant other. It can be said that the provider of that security and comfort has to do more "work". But I guess it depends on the person. Some people like to be the provider, some like to be the receiver. But it seems that most people I have talked to regarding this wants to be on the receiving end. Don't we all? But herein lies the catch. If everyone wants to be pampered, who'd be left to do the pampering? Where is the balance? At the end of the day, we don't want each other to be "tired out", being tied down by too much expectations...

Frantic Friday

As usual, work is shitty, especially terrible after my long holiday in Bangkok. The wheels turn, albeit slowly and groan as they go. Decided to let it all slide and join ex-coursemates for dinner at Big Tree Stump at Imbi. We met at Borders BTS and i managed to buy a cheap copy of Dune. Jase warned me it's boring. God, i hope not as bad as LOTR. BAck to food. Great hor fun, but lousy service. heh. Later spent a little bit of time at KTZ for double-boiled wintermelon. After that, played mahjong at Jase and Madam Neos. Good service this time. Junk food and even vodka with pomegranite juice was served. I won some and lost some. Luckily didnt go through with Erics earlier dare of strip mahjong. Hehe. We were a bit high with talk of bananas and other crap. Adjourned at two and the whole group sent me home. firsthand experienced madam neos look ma, no hands driving style. We all arrived home safely in one piece. Thanks be to God. haha.

BKK Day 1: You no speak Thai?

Image
collage Swiped from williamnyk . Alright people, here's the lo-down of my FAMILY trip to Bangkok. So no need to ask me about Sala Daeng and Patpong. :P. Anyway, I took Air Asia. The return flight ticket was about $350. It was my first time flying from LCCT ( insufficient signage! ) and I must say, the place is quite impressive. They were not joking about the low cost bit. Heh. The design is all quite flat. Quite shallow. The check-in counters are kind of smushed with the immigration part and let's not get started with the boarding gates. Every "gate" opens to the tarmac. It doesn't really matter which "gate". One has to walk up and down the stairs, from the fore or aft of the plane. Walking down is quite cool, reminds me of United States Presidents landing at military base somewhere in the mid-west. You pause, then wave your hand. Haha. Anyway, the flight was quite ok. Nice seats. But as usual, nothing's free on Air Asia, except the seating

Nasi Goreng ala William

Image
Nasi Goreng ala William Swiped from williamnyk . Another filler... kakaka. Came home and found that mum was not at home. Called mum and she had forgotten to ask me to kau tim dinner myself. Not wanting to wait for her to ta pau , I decided to cook whatever was in the fridge. Already too hungry. Luckily there was leftover rice, purple cabbage ( yes KH, they do come in this colour. You'll find them in McD's foldovers ), eggs, and fish slishes ( thawed! Thank God! ). Fried the fish and the rest I dumped into the fried rice.The final result was OK la, the presentation not exactly good la ( I'm not the Delacroix of the kitchen ), but it was edible. Washed it down with a glass of milk. Satisfying. Beats the time when my chicken teriyaki nearly caught fire. :P. PS: Di, don't laugh at my cooking!

New Spec Old Spec

Image
New Spec Old Spec Swiped from williamnyk . Hi people! I'm back from Bangkok (BKK), not BangCock (BCK) as some people like to put it. No such banging going on. I will write about my trip once I can find the time to compose my thoughts in a coherent manner. In the meantime, enjoy yourselves with this filler post. Hehe. Gotten my new spectacles from David's ( thanks! ) shop some weeks back. I had thought that my power had increased through a cursory check at those machines at the store-front of optical houses. However, after a thorough check by David at his shop, I had found that my power has been stable for the past 2 years. Yay! My suspicions that my power had increased was just tiredness from all the LCD-screen-staring I do all day long. Perhaps all the billberry supplements I've been taking thus far has actually done some good. Anyway, decided to get another pair as a spare and a slight change in look. Rims these days all are quite thick and in-your-face. I, howev

Parivisata

Image
Victory Monument @ Bangkok Swiped from SooHK in Lens . Hey guys and gals. I'll be off to BKK from Wednesday till Monday. Trying to clear some of my 51 odd days of annual leave. Hehe. So no posts till then, unless I get some kind of internet connection. Toodles!

Weirdness

Image
Shoes Swiped from williamnyk . Famil tagged me ages ago and I brushed it off due to the fact that I don't have quite enough weirdness in my life. Well folks, I've finally dug and dug and found enough to publish. It's quite difficult saying what we do as weird because it has become so intrinsic, so routine. Only an outsider would find it weird. Quite impossible to figure it out by ourselves. Here goes nothing: 1) I count my bath water Since years ago, I've always bathed using the gayung . No showers for me. No baththubs. As such, I always count the number of scoops I use. There's a pattern to it- (3) -> soap / cleanser / shampoo -> (6) -> scrub -> (8). So water-saving hor? 2) I don't like to splash my pee If I pee into those tandas duduk , especially in public toilets, I always make sure that my stream of piss does not hit the water directly. Quietness is the key. Don't now why... Don't want to disturb the peace? Don't want to di

Mahjong Monk

Image
walking with a ghost Swiped from tinkletango . Jase, my unofficial adik angkat ( every anak bongsu's wish, I think, to have a little bro ) was nice enough to teach me mahjong the other day. He and his housemate Mdm. Neo ( kakakaka ) introduced me to the world 3-person mahjong. She was obviously bored out of her skull and her hands were itching to play ( I suspect she wakes up in the middle of the night to polish the mahjong set and talks to them, lol ). I was slow to absorb the rules of the game and it does require some shrewd thinking. All the possible combinations to win. The gears in my head were really groaning, trying hard to turn... Since young, I hated all games academic in nature. Never took up chess. In the case of computer games, I frown upon strategy games, preferring instead beat-'em-ups and shoot-'em-ups. Give me instant gratification. Cheat codes? Bring 'em on! Being the mahjong virgin, I had beginner's luck, winning a couple of rounds, much to Mdm Ne

Wanted

Image
Wheel Of Fortune Swiped from kris247 . Note: I adapted this from a job e-mail I received from Jobstreet.com Age: 17-25 years Gender: Preferrably male with pleasant demeanour. Experience: None required. Training will be provided. However, those with deskjob exposure will be an added advantage. Job: _ _ _ _ _ _ _. Reminds me of hangman and Wheel of Fortune. Let the games begin!

Me, Tarzan

Image
Photo-0399 Swiped from williamnyk . Note: Back to regular programming. Thanks for the support, guys and gals. Every year or so, SK, FK and I hop onto the PLUS highway, heading due north. We get off at the Linggi, Pedas exit. From there onwards we follow a short trunk road to the sleepy town of Linggi where you can get a haircut for less then $5 and not give a damn if your front door's not locked. Only 45 minutes from Port Dickson. Specific destination-- Kg. Tarzan . Definitely not the home of Tarzan & Jane, but I'm sure there's an Ah Chan living somewhere among the fruit orchards (durians aplenty and dragon fruits even) and fishing holes. The reason we go there is because it's the hometown of a friend, CK. It seems that everytime we come, he would have an extra niece ( his sister conveniently dumps her children with her mother everytime she gets knocked up while she works in Sinapore with her husband ). Currently 2 rascals are there with 1 on the way. Pity

After the Storm

Image
After the Storm Swiped from Don_Gato . How often is it that we knock into someone at the mall and we instinctively say, "I'm sorry", without even making a conscious, sometimes even neglecting the slightest of eye contact. How sincere is that apology. Or is it just something that has been drummed into our putty-like minds when we were young. Perhaps just a facade, a defence mechanism we use to shut the wronged party up, to avoid persecution. But then, it might not always work. Sometimes even after delivering the sincerest of apologies, with eyes full of regret, the wronged party glares at us, signalling that "sorry" is really a sorry sight indeed. "Sorry no cure" so to speak. But in such cases, it can't be helped. We have done our part, and if they do not want to grant the absolution, we can only pray they will in the future to release that grudge. I forgive you and please forgive me. In love it is quite a different story. I have once discu

The Venice of the Heart

Image
San Marco Square. 4AM Swiped from Mr Luke Harby . Have you ever felt that your head is occupied by a piece of stone? Is it brain freeze? Is it writers' block? Is it the mind going blank? Is it futility? Do you get that sinking feeling in your heart at times? Is it indigestion? Is it heart congestion? Is it the blues? Is it longing? Is this post going anywhere? Truth. Pain. Lies. Pain. Either way. Betrayal.

Bent

Image
collageBentong Swiped from williamnyk . As promised, this is the prequel to my CGM post. During the day, I was actually gallavanting in Bentong . The Catholic commnunity there arranged a big Chap Goh Mei celebration at a school hall there. My mum, SK and I took a chartered bus there with 30 others. We arrived after an hour or so. As with Tangkak , I was most impressed with the size of the town. Many were already there, pouring out of other buses from KL and the east coast. Just as the bus stopped, most of the passangers scrambled down to use the loo. Due to the lack of signage, it was chaos. Toilets had turned unisex, with auntie's running around in them while the men eased themselves at the urinals! Pengz. Nothing much was going on in the hall, mostly people mingling, looking at some exhibiton booths and having breakfast. Some people were trying to solve "lantern riddles". Hate those IQ questions and riddles. Chinese ones are even more absurd. Others were watch

Invasion from the Land of Smiles

Image
NYC Subway Encounter Swiped from centaurpics . What does it mean when strangers smile at you on the LRT? 1) They want to pass on some joy into your otherwise bleak day. 2) There's a booger hanging from your nose. 3) Your fly is open. 4) Someone is wearing an "I'm with Stupid" T-shirt beside you. 5) You simply attract weirdos. Well, I'm asking because I was recently on the receiving end of some unwanted but "flattering" attention ( in a weird sorta way ) from some strangers at the Ampang Park LRT station the other day. Frankie had walked me to the station after standing in line to buy a Spicy Beef Foldover from McD ( yes folks, the perfect way to spend lunchtime with your friends ). As I walked down to the station, I noticed 2 Thai nationals there waiting as well. Obvious tourists with backpacks and floppy hats. Eary 30s perhaps. One was short ( henceforth referred as shorty ) and the other one was taller and dark ( henceforth referred as darky.

Ultra HK

Image
Giftcollage Swiped from williamnyk . Recently, I received an e-mail from Samsung Fun Club (SFC) stating that I had won the "Tony" Prize of their "Ultra Honour" contest. Don't jump around pulling your hair yet, I didn't win an Ultra Edition Samsung phone. The contest featured 3 of their spokespersons, and all you had to do was take an "Ultra Personality" test and write a little something at the end ( I forget ). The prizes are awarded according to the personality you matched: 1) Rizalman - A Rizalman T-Shirt. 2) Bernard Chauly - An autographed Bernard Chauly postcard ( is he famous? ). 3) Tony - Samsung Premiums ( who? ). Being the smart one as always, KH translated Samsung Premiums as "Samsung marketing freebies". I got the following: 1) A really cool Ultra Edition paper bag. 2) An aluminium CD holder. 3) A business card holder. 4) A SFC keychain. 5) A SFC handphone strap. 6) A note holder. 7) A notepad. 8) A thermos. Gifts.

Janji Joni

Image
Janji Joni Swiped from pohoncemara . I recently organised a small ex-coursemate gathering and of the 7 that were contacted, only 3 turned up. The rest responded very late only to disappoint. It's so very annoying. Yes is Yes. No is No. Don't leave people hanging. Sigh. I am very thankful to Egg for being the easiest to deal with: Egg: I would like to join. What time? Place? Me: Sunday. Melaka Street Restaurant, SS2. 7:00pm. Egg: OK, no problem. See you there. Here are a few examples of pengz friends: YC: Err... is the gathering still on? Me: Sunday. Melareet Restaurant, SS2. 7:00pm. YC: Har! Not in shopping mall ar..? Me: No. YC: I see la if my bf want to come along. Me: Means you can come la, but just want your bf to come along? YC: Err.. nvm. Just ignore me. Me: Can do. ( &^%$#$@ ) Another keeper: Trumpet: Err... is the gathering still on? Me: Sunday. Melaka Street Restaurant, SS2. 7:00pm. Trumpet: Who else is coming? Me: So far only me, KK and Egg has confirmed

Curtains and Cendol

Image
IMG_3305 Swiped from williamnyk . A little bit more of my CNY recap . It's still not Chap Goh Mei yet ( go throw bananas into Tasik Taman Jaya ), so I'm allowed. For years and years, CNY would always involve a trip to Teluk Intan. However, instead of north, we headed south this year. For winter. No. To visit my nomadic uncle in Tangkak. So early CNY2, my mum, my bro and I got up early and drove down the PLUS highway. Reached it in under 2 hours and thank God there are no trunk roads to ply. The exit is near enough the town. QUite an impressive place really. I expected just one main road, but it actually has several. Banks aplenty. 7-11s aplenty. Even has a thriving textile business. Food is bloody cheap. RM2.00 can get you a big bowl of curry noodles. And when I paid RM1.00 for a dhosa, I got RM0.40 change ( was a little stunned ). My uncle met us for breakfast and later brought us to where he crashes. He actually lives above some shoplots in a makeshift temple. He&#

Between the Lines

Image
IMG_3365 Swiped from williamnyk . I am who I am. Not the tacky Michael Wong song, but accepting someone for who they are- all their virtues and shortcomings. . Light of my Life. Not some buthane commercial, but shedding light into someone's soul, drawing out their innermost thoughts and feelings. Vis-a-vis. Face to face. Heart to heart. A genuine connection. . Kind. One of a kind. My kind of person. A heart overflowing with kindness, gentleness, sincerity and patience. Heaven on Earth. Make the best of what we have now. Treasure it. Our own little heaven on earth. .