Rat's Dead, Here comes Squirrel

To some of you dear readers who had followed my blog writing journey, they will know I've murdered a rat with my car. Yes I admit it then but now hear me out. Now here's a blog about my encounter with a squirrel. You know those neighbourhood squirrel that runs around and shit on your car, dog and clothings? These mammals just don't give a damn, do they?

It all began when I set off bright and early this morning for work. I was driving my car still in my neighbourhood, merrily humming to Light and Easy radio station and suddenly a squirrel came out of no where and walk to the middle of the road and perched there. I slowed, of course. I didn't want to hit any poor bastard after all, anymore, but damn if they cared. I just called it a "He" since his balls are quite visible from where I was watching. He just sat there, staring down 2 tons of car like it was a walnut. I mean, he didn't even budge. So I drove forward slowly. I nudged my car towards him. Nope, nada, he's still staring me down, just sitting there on his ass, little black shinny eyes staring at me, daring me to try something that he'll make me regret again. I was in a bit of a rush, so I started to try to slowly veer around him. He didn't care. He watched me try, then at the last minute, he turns around all no challenge and slowly, slowly for God's sake, skitters off to a grass area where he proceeds to lazily climb a tree. No doubt that once perched on his branch, he promptly began giving me the squirrely movement equivalent to the middle finger and verbally abusing me using various colorful terms such as 'Dickhead' and 'car-asshole'. My point is, what is the world coming to when the Goddamn squirrels don't even get out of the way anymore? So you see the Rat's death last 2 months is not my fault at all. They just want to be rat macho! Before long, they'll be setting up roadblocks and storming our homes with parang. Drop some peanuts for them, it might just stall their revolution on the human kind.

geez!

"Rain Drops Keep Falling on My Head...."

Sigh, since Monday the weather has been simply dreadful. Really really hot at one time and really really wet this time. This few days in KL rain and rain. I just notice that KL rain comes in all variety, the rain all day type, the sudden torrential rain burst, this horizontal rain really blasted at my face and drench my skin no matter how much protection I have on. Somtimes sudden weather changes that catches people unprepared with no umbrella at hand and drench in wet working attire grrrr. Light rain that makes you want to curl up in your blanket and sleep in though I am still at work. The chill rain that simply freezes you to death and not to mention makes taking a cold shower in the morning a rite of passage (if you survive, you can do anything that day! Stiffy whole day if you know what i mean :p) and then the never will stop, threatening tropical storm, monsoon, mother of all rain that leaves the roads all waterlogged, driving becomes hell and you'd rather swim to wherever you want to go and it's much faster then getting stuck in the jam. Sometimes I'd starve myself to death at home than trudge through that maelstrom to get food! Ahh Maggie Mee and a menthol stick.

Iraqi Passport, Cool! 

Whole Month Full of Shit in My Face

Readers might think that i am sensitive after they read this. This are the shits i encountered for this whole month..... Number one, people always point at my wrist while asking for the time....I know where my watch is pal, where the f*ck is yours? Do I point at my crotch when I ask where the toilet is? Number two, when people behind me say while watching a film "did you see that?" repeatedly. I could have answered for him, I paid RM10 to come to the cinema and stare at the f*cking floor. Number three, when people say "life is short". What the f*ck?? Life is the longest damn thing anyone ever f*cking have! What can you do that's longer? Number four, when you're eating something and someone asks 'Is that nice what you are eating?' No it's really revolting I always eat stuff I hate. Number five, people who announce they are going to shit. Thanks that's an image I really didn't need and finally Number six, this one takes the cake, McDonalds staff at Mont Kiara who pretend they don't understand me unless you insert the 'Mc' before the item you are ordering.....It's has to be a Mcchicken Burger, just a Chicken Burger I get blank looks...........Well I'll have a McStraw and shove it in your McAss, you Mcidiot! Comprande?

Beauty and the Beast

Have you ever seen an ugly person with a beautiful person? I mean really really really ugly and really really really beautiful. We can let go, for the moment, of the hot topic on qualifications of beauty such as thinness, fairness, long hairness, youth, as we can ignore the usual seemingly synonymous with ugly, like fatness, darkness, oldness, baldness, etc. When we get to that bitter first impression, the reaction reality where internally we register that person as ugly or beautiful this assuming we can even get there at all, since society has had such tremendous impact on how we define these two qualities that we no longer know what our opinion is compared to what is said by the advertising firms so much that the person bulldozes us with their looks, in the either or they are beautiful to the point of painful gaze, or they are incurably ugly in the 'hope to die fashion'.

Both extremes are actually fairly rare, as most of us to one degree or another have aspects of either depending on the right hour and the right situation, and so we happen upon such individuals once in a blue moon. But when encountered together, it is kind of a revelation unfolding in real time. Talk about beauty and the beast you see those two and it's almost like "Where are the dancing candle at?" It is somewhat more likely in KL, where the extraordinarily beautiful flock to make appearances in night clubs and shopping malls. I see these couples and I am glad for them, if it is likely that there is love there, and not a manifestation of a mid-life crisis, or a gold-digger in the process of panning.

Therein lies a communion, and usually a lifelong one, because they are freaks, and whatever kind of freak you are, freak is freak. We don't like beautiful/beautiful couples. They are routinely shunned and admired, but with more of an emphasis on the former. Look at the media reported on JLo and Ben Afquack. It was as if they were saying "See even beauty and money and fame will never save you from heartbreak!" almost laughingly, as if there was to be some vengeance to savor for the people who 'have not' over those who seem to 'have it all'. Truthfully, no one can 'have it all'. Just as no one is a 'have not'. I cannot imagine the 'Ben-nifer', so cleverly coined by the press, with two heads, other stars and family and one bad movie between them, "Gigli" which no one saw or bothered to learn how to pronounce, have a fulfilled and happy life. So I guess we are all ugly, just as we are all beautiful. I guess that is what I mean to say.

Titties for Marketing Strategy

How come titties is such a bad thing these days? The media is "confusing" me so much because they show all kind of big titties on the tv to sell whatever they be trying to sell. Why do all the Reality Shows have such big titties women? Why AXN "Fear Factor" always have their contestants wear low necklines for big tittes? Why has it gotta do with Carmen Electra as Host in the "Man Hunt" reality show? Yes, you guessed it right, selling titties brings in big buckaroos.

There is all kind of implanted shit everywhere you look. I can even put titties on my shoulder as shoulder pads if i want to. There are titties on practically everything that is purchased in the world. There is no one who doesn't know what a breast looks like, because if you are a human being, you either have one or were born and nurtured from one. Janet Jackson has nice titties, and who cares about seeing them on a Football halftime show that no one cares or gives a fuck about except for seeing her. Getting to see her breast is a cause celebrate for TV businesses, not a moral outrage or she simply puts it "Wardrobe Malfunction" haha. I wonder how many times Justin Timberlake had to tear off that piece of polyester during rehersal? Why is it suddenly that Janey Jackson must apologize for doing what the media and advertisers are doing with such constant bombaredment of titties on TV? Not that I am complaining, I wonder if my company wants to adopt a titties marketing strategy to sell our POS. I'm short of numbers this quarter, anyone for titties? It's on my shoulder.

To the Dead Happy "Ching Ming"

Ching Ming is around the corner, it's the day for the dead. Time for those ghosties and spirits to enjoy being pampered by chicken and "siew yuk" not to mentioned spring cleaning their houses. Oh wait, do you believe in Ghost? I often wonder how it would be like to have sighted a ghost and not be frighten about it. Maybe just maybe we can chat up and ask for 3 wishes or some people might want 'empat ekor'. Have you ever wonder if you have a pet Ghost like 'Slimer' in the Ghostbusters movie? or a servant being “Yes master, Igor be good master!”. I’m still keeping an eye out for Ghosts in all my 28 years living besides the usual story telling from my friends of their Ghostly encounters. If there's any Ghost reading this, please come visit me outside Kedai Magnum.

OK serious, now is the time to honor all my dead ancestors, homies down below and those I miss and love who have crossed over to the other side, unable to be contacted by Handphone (I wonder if Maxis has line down there) or MSN Messenger (found a devil emoticons, I wonder if that connects me to hell?). I miss and love all my dead especially my paternal grandmother. She really made a big difference in the way my life was to be. If it's not for her I would still be in America and could have forgotten my roots. Thanks for all the sausage, bacon and eggs that you prepared every morning at your bungalow for it's a sanctuary. I wish that you're alive but I understand that was impossible, not until Ching Ming. So if the doors are open do come visit us. I give thanks for my heritage and thanks for your love. If you were alive, you would have been 80. (I think so...)

With all my love and respect to the dead.

Something I Must Share

Hands free Please

Second Hand Smoke

Aim Properly 

Sign Boards from Hell 

Bananana Man

Mandarin has always been a thorny problem for me. Why is this so? For a fact, my main mode of communication is in English, I speak within my family in English and Cantonese, I converse with friends in English and Cantonese, I read English medium news and magazines, I watch English movies and I write in English. Yet everywhere I went ever since I can remember I’ve always been confronted by people with the question “You don’t know how to speak Mandarin?” “But you’re a Chinese!”

Why would I necessary speak Mandarin even if I am Chinese? For starters, my family is English medium based though we converse at times in Cantonese (which I started of with vulgarities in High School). I also speak Malay because that’s what I was taught in school. It irritates me that a person keeps on lambasting the fact that Chinese people should speak their mother tongue which they dictate is Mandarin as Mainland China adopted that as their national standard. I had a mind to say we are in Malaysia and I have a right to speak whatever I wish. My first words in Mandarin that was conversant were, “Wo bu hui jiang Huayi.” Every time I enter a shop with a Chinese owner, the first assumption is that they can start conversing with me in Mandarin. After countless times of being in this similar situation, I have given up hope and just reply dryly in Cantonese. Next would be the aghast face of the person talking to you, looking at you as if you’re some kind of abomination and you can clearly feel the stares as if stating “pity this person, imagine not being able to speak his mother tongue”. Another common incident is when coffee shops decide to hand you a menu wholly written in Chinese script. Eyeballing the list I would then proceed to ask what the house specialty is or ask what the item is. The waiter would than try to explain in his limited English vocabulary what the dish is but would fail extraordinarily and I would be forced to order the usual dishes such as ‘kon loh mee’ (noodles sautéed in dark soy sauce served with vegetables and meat), ‘char kuey tiao’ (fried flat noodles with prawns and bean sprouts) or ‘chao fan’ (fried rice). Say goodbye of ever tasting the more exotic dishes written in a foreign language (to me) or maybe I should emulate the ‘gwai lo’ (white man) and order by stating the number and pray it’s something palatable. Getting stuck in a secondary school where the predominant race is Chinese as well as being students from former Chinese education school doesn’t help.

One would believe I would be savvy enough to pick up the language if forced to interact with them daily but instead failed miserably. Rather than being accepted, I’m merely tolerated or at worse out of favor while the groups chat away in Mandarin, discuss work in Mandarin or even plan social activities in Mandarin. No wonder my best friends are mostly Indians or English exclusive speakers. We often term groups of people who are insistent in breaking out in Mandarin speech knowing full well there are people who cannot understand the conversation (be they Malay, Indians or fellow Chinese as well as other races) as “Mandarin Club Speakers” as they never consider our feelings or care that we are left out in the cold. I do not see myself as being high nosed and aloft because I’m trying to learn Mandarin (which most Chinese educated people attribute us as). It’s not like I never tried, POL (people’s own language) classes in school were pathetic and served more to better those already with a basic understanding of the language without addressing those without an ounce of experience.

So I am proud to shout out to the world that I am a ‘xiang jiao ren’ or more appropriately known as banana man, a demeaning term used to describe those of Chinese origin who cannot speak their alleged mother tongue, yellow in the outside, white inside. But I do speak my mother tongue just that it happens to be Cantonese and English.

Free Thinker

Many people would chide me if I ever say outloud that I am an free thinker. Why not? From the day we were born people has been telling us that our first principle in the 'Rukun Negara' is 'Believe in God' and if you do not believe in a heavenly being, you are a "pariah dog" and something of an oddity in a country where it seems everyone is mandated to be of a faith. Where do you point out in any form that states 'atheist' or 'free thinker'? None. That is the answer. But I'm tired, I do not want to be pestered into any religion by people who think my soul is heading towards the fiery depths of 18th level of hell or is lost in limbo. I'm tired of people keep asking me what religion I am and people who tried to convert me so that more people you convert the faster your ticket to paradise is assured.

To not belong to a faith is not to say I don't believe, I do believe there is something bigger than me out there but I'm not ready enough or maybe not worthy enough to embrace it as of yet. I am thankful for my parents on not forcing me and open minded enough to let me be, I am grateful that they have allowed me the choice to find my own way in life and to the faith that calls to my heart. Yet I am sad that many people out there are still hostile towards me if I ever mention that I still am not in a religious denomination thus when they ask I say I'm a Buddhist as are my father and mother. I respect your right to belief so please respect my right not to. Some say when you are in a denomination you should disregard the belief that all other religions are false and untrue, that is just bull shit. I feel equally at home in a temple, a church, a mosque or any other religious house of God. I love seeing the devoted Muslims praying to Allah in the mosque on Fridays, the Buddhist burning incense and offering prayers in communion to their diety, I admire the Indians and feel the fervor as they get closer to their Gods when carrying out the Puja and also of the Sikhs with their traditions as according to their Gurus as well as other religious groups. We may believe in a divine being but we should never degrade the beliefs of others, they have as valid a right to believe in the divine as you and I. Who is say which has the monopoly on faith? Who is to say which faith is false or true? Who is to claim that their faith is the one and only true faith?

Well, that's said I'm going to deviate a little. As many have blogged about the recent spate of arguments. I really wonder if it is really such a big matter. It does smack a bit like the time Indonesia imposed restrictions on the Chinese population in their country such as the banning of Chinese New Year Celebrations or the display of cultural practices such as the lion dance. I would prefer the personal celebrations carried out by the thousands of individuals that celebrate their faith. Visiting my Malay friends, sharing the bounty of the Raya meals of lemangs, curries and cookies; attending my Chinese colleagues place, playing mahjong and cards, exchanging ang pows, feasting in multi course meals and watch a lion dance, share a carolling session with my Christian friends, attend mass and exchange gifts and also join in the celebrations with my Indian friends as their parents prepare endless chapattis, tosais and mutton curry to fill me to the brim. I figure the essence of the festive season is not in any National Celebration events, those are just veneers to showcase to the public, we see more miracles and a truer picture by the individual celebrants and there we see the true face of Malaysians, sharing each other's festivals without prejudice, eating side by side and sampling the multitude of culinary delight that is truly Malaysian and visiting each other on their respective festivals without care for colour, faith or denomination.

Some Thoughts on Freedom of Speech!

Urrgh, this must be one of those days when you wake up and it feels like nothing good is going your way. The morning began with a severe case diarrhea (Chilly Yong Tau Foo I had for dinner last night) which up to now has foreseen at least 4 trips to the loo. Add on to this the fact that ants are mysteriously appearing in my room table and might be trying to colonise my NoteBook as their new nesting hole. Dirty laundry piling up in one corner, someone ate my left over gum and the list goes on! Well just posting something off hand to amuse everyone out there.

There are days when you just wished everyone would just shut up and leave you in peace or days that you just wished to let your mind out. For me today it feels like a little of both. Freedom of speech, well there a lot of debate in Malaysia whether we really have the freedom to speak our minds out loud. It's not the fact that we're not allowed to speak out, rather the fact that people either:

1) Don't bother to say what's on their mind
2) There's really nothing in most people's mind worth stating in the first place or
3) Other people really don't care a rat's ass about what we have to say.

It's not true that we can't say anything. If the usual channels are not open for one to voice their opinion, well we can always rely on the "Sam Ku Look Po" (housewives or elderly woman) in the markets, the old "ah paks" (elderly gentlemen) in the coffeeshops, and even your usual sundry shop owner can be a source for the latest updates in the country. News through these channels usually spreads faster than your local satellite dish. Walk into any coffeeshop during any hot happenings and you'll hear the average Joe become an expert in whatever field, be it politics, how soccer managers should run their teams, the latest insane Malaysia-Indonesia straits tension or even the latest road rage murder investigation. (Reminded me of CSI Malaysian style) I assure you it'll be more lively, interesting and imaginative than anything they discuss in our Parliament. Never mind that most of the time what's being discussed is either a blatant fabrication, overblown or just another conspiracy theory from people's overactive imagination, in the end all we want is to hear good gossip right?

But I'm all for free speech, heck I'm getting bashed up by people all the time and that's their right, right? Even the American president is not immune to verbal bashing from talk show hosts, though if that happens here you might find that particular host gone for a spell to who knows where. Inside all of us is a critic that's for sure. So let no one push you around shouting "Diam!" as the most basic fundamentals is our right to have an opinion even if others agree to disagree with us as "someone" (No name is mentioned here to "protect" the identity of this person) I know rightly puts it, now that's freedom of speech.

Mondays Argh!

I hate Mondays. Ok ok so I know by quoting Garfield I should be paying royalty to him. But the wicked thing is that we'd be expecting Mondays to hit us on the palm and not face on. Maybe I wasn't ready for it and that I drop my guard. Maybe it's just me, because yerterday was a major headache for me!

I had a major customer (don't want to mention the name here) has placed delivery of our units to eight sites in Klang Valley, not knowing that we have ran out of stock!! Some of the deliveries had to be made tomorrow. Knowing that we need at least 3 weeks to manufacture and sent to us, I am screwed. Their stores are opening tomorrow. What should I do? I literally had to beg this customer of mine to delay the store opening and requested him to give me another Purchase Order of 12 units for eight stores on the phone. I told the truth that we have ran out of stock and I apologised on behalf of my company that we did not track the stock level. That's the easy part.

The rough part came when I need to place these orders to Singapore where our production plant is. My customer has specifically said they can delay the store opening for only 1 week, "get me the units or I get someone else to do it." I told him that i will try my obsolute best to get it for him in one week time. (I know I am getting myself into a real big problem). So, immediately he faxed over a PO for 12 units and i immediately booked it in to Singapore. I have spent in total 2 hours on the phone talking to my commercial and counterpart in Singapore to help produce these 12 units. In the end, the results I got, "I'm sorry, the best we can do is 2-3 weeks delivery".

So again I reiterate "I hate Monday (maybe just this one in particular)" plus I'm dead meat. (rotten type)

Cancer In My Life - Part II

My mom called me during work yesterday sometime in the afternoon. It's definitely cancer. It's bad. The doctors are very discouraged. We won't know until tomorrow whether it's small-cell or non-small-cell lung cancer. He has a PET scan yesterday that will tell us if it's spread anywhere else other than his right lung. We were told that the cancer was at it's final stage and life expectancy is about 3-4 months.

Neither of us wanted to upset my Grandfather any further, so I think by telling him he has cancer is at least the right thing to do but the time he's going to be around we dare not share with him. We want him to live to the fullest.

I am extraordinarily close to my grandfather I see him frequently, talk to him several times a year and though I realize how lucky we still have him, I still can't believe that the only Granparents I have is leaving us. He doesn't look sick. We just took for granted that he is so healthy all the time. We just never know, when it comes, it comes.

But again ... Cancer sucks.

Conspiracy McTheory

I had friends who wrote about "Milo", Beer and liquor but here I am today is to share with the world a conspiracy theory. Jang jang jang.....

I have been victimized! You read me right. I have been taken advantage of by a huge fast food chain for the sole purpose of exploiting my dining habits for profit. This is not about hamburgers, cheeseburgers or what goes in on the hamburgers and cheeseburgers. Although that processed cheese crap scares the hell out of me.

No, this is about something much more serious, so much so that it could possibly bring with it the downfall of all of humanity. I am a soda addict. Actually, that doesn't sound right. To be totally accurate, I am a Coke addict. And I blame McDonald's. That's right. M-little C-D-O-N-A-L-D-apostrophe-S.

Call me crazy. Call me paranoid. Call me whatever you want. Just don't call me after 12am. But I think they've put something in those soda (100% caffeine dose) that is causing millions of unsuspecting fast food junkies (uh, like me) to order supersize drinks (I was intrusively tempted to order Large size instead of a small size coke) caused my stomach to bloat, tooth decay, fart and burp repeatedly. What exactly is in that syrup and carbonated water concoction? It certainly can't be something that comes from the Coca-Cola factories. That would be too obvious. I think that there's a conspiracy a kilometre between every McDonald's to target me. That's right. Just me.

So it is with this information that I am doing what many a ignorant individual is doing in Klang Valley right now. I am going to sue McDonald's. And if the makamah don't buy the Coke theory? In that case I'll be forced protest by driving with a full cup of McDonald's hot coffee placed perilously between my thighs. hmmf!

Cancer in My Life

No, I don't have cancer, not that this is a new topic for anyone, but I just wanted to reiterate my thoughts on this subject. My granduncle died of throat cancer, my paternal grandmother died of breast cancer, my maternal grandmother died of cervical cancer and this week we found out that my paternal grandfather has a mass in his right lung that looks like lung cancer. I'm quite upset here! Why do people die due to this fatal decease?

Why can't we find a cure for this disease? I know it's not a lack of money for research cause everyone wants a cure for cancer. Why is it allowed to repeatedly take people from our lives? I was talking to my grandfather last evening and told him that we were going to beat this because he has to be around for all of us.

I realize I'm lucky to still have my grandfather is in his mid 80's and have always been in perfect health ... until now. He is the grandfather that gave me good food and pastry whenever I go back to my kampong in Fraser's Hill. The one who is an expert chef. The one who goes to town with his friends to have his morning tea every day. When I was young he was the one who came up to me and gives me pocket money. He will have lots of years ahead of him ... we just have to beat this obstacle that has been thrown in the way. Sigh...

Feeling Shittily Tired Today

My eyes burn and they sunk so deep in my head that i can barely see. Im a danger to everything as of right now becuase im not functioning properly. Someone please get me out of this office chair and into a better bed so that i can get some shut eyes.

I've reached the end of my stick and now im at the breaking point. This is one of the lowest times. Sure i can smile and yes i can laugh in front of people, but the cuts and there are bruises inside me. Sometimes I'm filled with sadness and consumed by my workload and all that is good might be around the corner but im just too tired to go look already. My eyes are so dry now and burnt that i cant see anything exhaustion and pain coming my way.

Im just so tired. Im tired of the earning and im tired of the challenges out there. I just want to feel like for one day i can not have the overbearing feeling that i have to impress myself and push myself to the limit that my body can possibly do. There is no superpowers in me, and im really not that special.

Im going to go look into the mirror, and perhaps break the first face that i see.........

F1 Drivers in Malaysia

The world has many forms of communication. There is the written form that I am practising right now. There is also the spoken form, which for some people can be quite colourful. Not to be left out is communication through the use of hand gestures which is extremely popular amongst users on the road.

The car and its effect on the common sensibility of humans is my topic for today. I don't quite understand what happens to the sanity of people once they slip behind the wheel, but evidence would seem to indicate that they leave it at home or at work. Once the car engines starts the KL roads are never the same.

At home most people are thoughtful, rational beings with the utmost consideration for their fellow beings. Once behind the wheel and on the open road, these same folks turn into rampaging elephants with less concern for their fellow drivers.

What is it about cars and humans that don't mix? Is it the lack of space inside the car? Are the carbon monoxide fumes too thick? Is the deco hanging from the rear view mirror getting in the drivers' eyes?

If only the answers were that simple. It's actually a cause and effect scenario that is at the root of the problem. The amateur Michael Schumachers of the world cause accidents, with the effect being a sharp increase in four-letter words, upturned middle fingers and just about everyone's blood pressure.

People drive too fast and too close to each other, and for what? To get to the next red light ten seconds earlier than the other guy? Nobody ever got sprayed with champagne for being first to an intersection.

I think a little perspective is in order. The driving public needs to slow down a little, take a look around and show some courtesy on the road. It's better than being dead. After all, funeral convoys aren't known for setting speed records.

Zouk Fest Genting Highland 2005

It began with me washing my car and send for servicing to prepare for the short and yet challenging journey ahead. I had to test out my car since it’s a virgin car I have not taken it up there before.

Cleaned and Serviced

We stopped at the ever famous Gotong Jaya for lunch. Like always we are very aware of the food we order there. You will never know 3 plates of noodles will cost you RM50. When the waitress came and took our orders, she recommended us a few dishes which sounded pricey so we decided to order what normal people will eat “KangKong, Yee Mee and Fried Mushroom.

The Food Ordered

We reached Theme Park Hotel about 1:30pm but no parking in sight. We had to wait and finally we started trailing a couple all the way to their car. What really irks me is that, they knew we were waiting for them to come out but yet they were inside the car kissing and hugging each other. (free show) A friend of mine had to knock on their window to ask if they were coming out, which they immediately did. Wtf! Checked in and we unpacked our bags and goodies, watched a C grade documentary showing what happens when you die? (It has only one channel hence we were forced to watch it.) The screen was very fuzzy though. We lamed around in the room for an hour or so before we headed to First World to walk around and have food! Bought a few studs in Bum City cause I lose them easily.

After all that walking, talking and eating we went back to the room to get some shut eyes. Got up, shower and off we go to First World to have dinner. All of the F&Bs are fully packed and we end up in Hainan Kitchen, the only place we can smoke and have decent food. I ordered a “Yip Chee Mei Pau” , a “chung” , and a glass of hot lemon tea as per pictures. You won’t believe how much this small cup of tea cost. RM 5.00!

"Chung"

Yip Chee Mei Pau

What happen to Yip Chee Mei

Hot Lemon Tea RM5.00

And the party Began….
At about 11.00pm we adjourned to the site where all the activities are. The freezing wind was too much to bare as we walked out from Frist World. The line was long but luckily it was for the non-ticket holders. We were greeted with a massive sea of people. In the beginning, the music was ok. The DJs were playing house music and tribal break beats. Then came “DJ Haze and Gabriel” someone please kiss the deejays for me please! Later on “Future Shock” came in, never stop moving since.

The Party Begin

wah

yeah

woo

crazy

terror

lightning

phewit

walau

wow

Soon it started to get very foggy. I was well prepared as wore my rave outfit with sleeves. It was very cold about 19-20C but it was all good when I started dancing. The light rain didn’t dampen the clubbers’ spirit and we raved under fog and the rain. However, the fog got thicker and people started to freeze, girls with little cloth and no clothing’s, suffered and they were pleading for people who had jackets to give in to them. There is a Cantonese saying “Oi Leng, Moi Meng”. I can see they are turning blue and pale.

No doubt there was many exhibition of Melbourne Shuffle again! The scene is getting bigger, during Melbourne Shuffle’s early days in Malaysia, shufflers were predominately Chinese. But now, there were a handful of Malay and Indian shufflers. What happened to those old days where people dance normally? They looked like Kangaroos having seizure or something. (I may get beaten up for saying this).

Anyway, there were couple of late minute appearances of my fellow friends. We had to look for them in this 20,000 crowed. We had to push our way to front stage where all the people go into trance. People shaking head left to right, up and down. Some didn’t had their shirt on and some were pilling on each other like dead corps. Speakers were blasting madly and I couldn’t take the pressure on my ears. I had to lead my friends out from there and go back to where we were before. I really do not know how many peoples foot I’ve stepped on cause I didn’t felt the ground beneath my shoes. We continued dancing till our legs cave in.

We left the place about 5:00AM (party ends at 6AM). We were all tired, drenched and hungry and our feet were at the verge of falling off. We headed back to our hotel rooms with numb and cold feet. Over all the party was massive, drinks sold out, people going mad and lightings was impressive.

Out of Stock

Shoes I wore at the same time resting my feet

stoner frozed to death

Pussy

Just want to share something for my fellow readers. Got this off from http://safeheaven.blogspot.com/ enjoy!


hornyfuck1 : hi

naughtygirl : hi

hornyfuck1 : asl?

naughtygirl : 24f

hornyfuck1 : where are you now?

naughtygirl : at home

hornyfuck1 : alone?

naughtygirl : yeah

hornyfuck1 : masturbating?

naughtygirl : what is that ?

hornyfuck1 : masturbate means you play your pussy by yourself lah..

naughtygirl : i’m doing it

hornyfuck1 : really? tell me how you do it

naughtygirl : yeah. I have a two kittens at home. They can get really playful at times. I named my kittens Hailey and Sally. Sometimes I let Hailey nibble on my thumb a bit. Sally, well, prefers to play with a ball. They are cute.

hornyfuck1 : no, pussy is your vagina, not animal

naughtygirl : what ? is that some kind of disease ?

naughtygirl : eh I scared lah. wanna go see doctor.

hornyfuck1 : no, stay here please.

naughtygirl : what is vagina ?

hornyfuck1 : look down lah

naughtygirl : My shoes ?…

naughtygirl : u there ?

hornyfuck1 : yeah

naughtygirl : how long must i look down ? neck pain lah

hornyfuck1 : your a dumb fuck

naughtygirl : no, you’re the dumb fuck. asshole. go watch porn or something. bye.

Gibberish Crap Post

Why should you read this on a daily basis? Well, I’d guess you’re like me someone with an unhealthy addiction to the laptop and Internet. Someone with an unnatural curiosity about other people’s lives. Someone who really has a lot of other things they should be doing but prefers to waste excessive amounts of time sitting on their butt writing about everything.So who am I really? Well, I’m someone with crazy thoughts about life. I’m a man, frustrated Account Manager, a Barisan supporter (although I didn’t vote please don’t tell the Government). I live in the 3rd rock from the sun; in the country called Malaysia, in the State of Selangor, the kind of place where people preferred the vehicle used Proton but now is the SUVs, small and big ones. Sometimes I have this wicked impulse to buy that Honda HRV just to be different. Although I really like my current car, Nissan Sentra 1.8 2002. Which I found out is the one vehicle that will drive me penniless. This bugs me I don’t know why?

I'm having Blogger's Block. I can't think of anything interesting or funny or particularly insightful to write now. So I won't fill this space up with musings about my morning drink or how much crap in the morning I did. A thought that would typically send me to moaning about how old I am now, and reflecting that when I was young and thin with a youthful body the fashions were so lame before, those cargo pants, checkered shirt, baggy jeans, Bermudas and not forgetting Dr. Martins shoes everyone has one but now that I'm older and not so thin and my body's a bit bulging in some places, sure, NOW they make Dockers pants that comes with stretches on the waist line.

OK, I have officially hit the wall now. My brain is fried, I'm emotionally and physically exhausted, and that is why, dear readers, I haven't posted in a day. I apologize. But in my current state I fear that all I could possibly write was gibberish. (Which I'm sure many people believe is the most accurate description of my work during the best of times. Stupid people.)After I realized that I had been sitting on my office desk, one shoe on, the other off, for close to two hours, I briefly roused myself and tried to figure out just why my brain seemed unable to communicate even the simplest of tasks. And I realized that in the last two weeks I have experienced the following:-

Smoking is bad for your health.

A very exciting, sort of stressful opportunity regarding one potential customer, resulting in several days of being chained to my laptop, my meals sauced and crumbs strewned all over it.

A dead Rat and the subsequent, very emotional funeral.

Four days of playing with my dog creates happiness

Pay day = Pay Debts

Happiness Is.....

Pooping on a regular basis. I just did a Morning Crap just now. I wonder in the near future if there's anything call the Smell-O-Web.

My Hypocondriac Dawg - Lesson: Play Dead 101

Hush Starring into Space