Early Stage Beef Stew

养不熟

2007-04-09T03:28:00.001+08:00

我發現了一個很奇怪的想法. 為怎麼一般的老板都會有這樣的想法...每當他們的跟班或手下要離開或者想要出來自己做生意, 他們大部分都會這樣想:

"這個家火真的是养不熟"

我老爺! 怎麼养不熟? 人家提你辦事, 你給人家薪水, 合情合理, 有怎麼誰养誰的呀? 人家又不是怎麼也不做等你养...

My life is quarterly fulfilled...Period

2007-03-31T21:43:00.000+08:00

Now no more excuses lofting around and be a couch potato. No more excuses to procrastinate and delaying work. Yeah...baby. And jazz has never been this sweet inside this room.

Now let me see...hmm.... Oh that jalopy I use to travel around. He is dying and I hope he stay for a little bit longer while I work my ass out.

Fuck. This is my blog and it suppose to be cryptic once in a while with those things that I am the only one understand it.

Welcome, Melanie!

2007-03-26T21:15:00.000+08:00

What took you so long? You were 3 days late... Anyway, since you are here, I just want to say welcome and I'll have headache thinking of what to give you on this date 21st of March for the rest of my life. Haha... Nice to have you here.

Beefstew's First Cover Girl... Lovely

2007-03-16T13:36:00.000+08:00

Saturday

2007-03-10T14:24:00.000+08:00

This is a balanced Saturday of fun and despair.

Having your talent-delusion ed friends waiting for you at the karaoke to listen to your singing and at the same time your staffs rushing the job promised to the customer at 2.00 pm because the photocopier technician only showed up after you wasted your fucking time finished almost 70% of the photocopying job with only one functional photocopier machine while you have two machine to use that might probably have you finished your job even before the promised time some how make you feel like you are having two meat shaft entering two of your body biggest orifices when you realize you still have book binding job to be done for the photocopied document just now and the customer is coming at 3.00 pm.

新年快樂

2007-02-16T18:10:00.000+08:00

早期牛炖恭祝各介新年快樂!!!!

Still at work, tomorrow holiday, yay!

ONE TRILLION RINGGIT !

2007-02-16T12:48:00.000+08:00

Qham-lan !... It started like this and then we no stupid so this and this and this

Reunion Dinner with Friends

2007-02-15T18:17:00.000+08:00

I dunno when it started but me and my friends have been doing it for the past few years. Maybe it is because everybody seems to be able to afford a luxurious dinner. Luxurious in the sense that we don't really eat out at such degree everyday. I remember I spent about RM150.00 for a beef and a syrup soaked half-pear with fancy colorful sauce.

This year, I had one of the best "fishy" dinner with my friends. Last Saturday, we went to this Telok Gong a cheap seafood haven made expensive by KL people who think it's still a bargain... Well, compare to the price in KL...it is. We ordered the "as usual" stuff. Raw fish salad (Yi Shang lah tu...), Fish, Crab, squids, bla bla bla..... A bottle of Chivas courtesy from Charlie and wife.

The best thing about it is we have great conversations (honest and funny one definitely). Wai Lin's sister showed up a bit later. She is nothing like Wai Lin...hehe no offence man, she is gorgeous. Anyway, the dinner ended around 9.30 pm after a series of poking fun and talking crap. We headed to Colin's mansion and continue the party with nice red wine courtesy from Colin. We played "in-between" involved money. No....dun fucking shave my head ok. I had to leave early as I have another appointment with friends.

In the other occasion, I didn't freaking see any Escargot I'd been longing to try, in the menu. Thank god I didn't wear my tux there. It turned out, you can really just wear anything.

Jon, Chia Li and Maria Gomez n' Company

2007-01-29T11:36:00.000+08:00

The Man is my best college buddy, I met the wife once in The Loft. They tied knot earlier last year April. They told the world last Saturday with style in Berjaya Times Square Hotel Ballroom. Expensive one I would say. I was the bestman though I could not tell the difference of my role and the other bridenapping posse. Anyway, maybe there it is just for the christians...I don't know. No karaoke with Hokkien songs by some uncle auntie. Just soothing lounge jazz (you know, those jazz in the shopping mall or hotel...). The food was not as soothing though, hehehe.

I thought you said you ain't dancing!

The dinner ended without any embarassing mabuk incident from Jon's buddies because everybody there were not that fierce really. We just shouted and shouted. I never shouted this wild since Eason's concert.

After the dinner, I joined my other friends in The Toproom for some live jazz. All Ah Bengs with urge to jazz were all here. The magnificient Maria Gomez (hope I don't mispell the name) was singing, she is good and woooo... There was the lady drummer. You get my ethusiastic don't you? A lady jazz drummer! And she is pretty good too. Mm...mm.. Susan Lancester was there too...

Great 2006 and Happy New Year 2007

2006-12-28T14:38:00.000+08:00

2006 was great. Great because of the things learned. Be it life, friendship, business, politics (learned but have to wait until the next G.E)...

Looking back among the few things...

Jazz is good. I mean like Toproom/Top Hat jazz and not the KLCC shopping jazz... Pardon me for the discrimination. Have not try No Black Tie yet...and still looking for Blues music joint. I mean like Muddy Waters, Clapton's From The Cradle, B.B King, Albert King and not Robert Palmer versatile/compartible/pop for all market kind of blues. OK.
Camping is good. 4-5 pax will be ideal, because nobody is nobody boss, only ideas and suggestions. Centipede actually love butter, so be careful if you are having BBQ camping.
Poker is good. Casino Royale was a catalyst though. Secret alliance among players sucks. (Fuck you all lah jibye!). Emotion strategies cannot be applied because final stake was small. Still is I suppose.
The healthy amount of sweat that I suppose to perspire in 2006, I sweat it all out in one yoga class and one pilates class.
She...
Waking up Sunday morning is good. Playing badminton 30++km from home was especially good. After that, gaining back twice as much of what you lost during the game. Mmm...
Started to appreciate myself more and more each day. Narcissism is Necessary...hehe. Started to know the significant of the behaviour of acting strong in front of certain party.
I learned some skills of knowing friends among my friends. Who are there for you and who are the one who wait for your dooms. It's a bit late but what to do, my application to the "Social Uni" appear to be late.
Looking back and laugh at the statement "if weren't for us, you are sitting at home doing nothing". He was drop dead wrong. Hahaha...
Planning my immigration.
The lowdown is a good thing. I need to admit it. Everybody is doing their best out of it. Hopefully better in the coming 2007.
Carrier? Hmmm....... Ain't telling. But already make a 2007 resolution list. Got it laminated and beautifully hang in my room. Hahaa. Advice from a friend really.
Finally... Cilakak, they open in the month of December 2006 but everytime I drive past the building, I don't even come across any equipment. Kanineh... Y? Y?

I can go on and on but erm... Guess I better not. Besides looking back only to revise and not to stay there forever...sniff* sniff*...che.................Going to Singapore tonight. My first time again.

While Dota Ah Lian Suanie got her Warcraft Pack, I got my picture frame with some Indian art in it from Indian for Christmas, thanks alot Ms Chan. Happy Birthday Jesus and Happy New Year everybody!!

Normal life...

2006-12-13T19:11:00.000+08:00

Today I felt for the first time the thirst for a normal life. I know it is not up to me but it is good to lead a normal life.

Arousable Dino Suit

2006-12-08T18:01:00.000+08:00

Freak: Ballroom Dancing

2006-12-07T02:11:00.000+08:00

I remembered watching a great movie alone few months ago, while waiting for my second shift on the Saturday evening. The movie is Take the Lead, starring Antonio Banderas. Based on a true story about a ballroom dancing teacher trying to help those problematic school kids with his own way: dancing.

The dialog that still freshly remembered will be this:

if she allows me to lead, she is trusting me, but more than that, she is trusting herself...
Now, if your 16 year-old daughter is strong and secure, and trust herself, how likely she will let some idiot knock her out?
And if your son, can learn to touch a girl with respect, how would he treat women through his life?

I see ballroom dancing in a new perspective now... and isn't it nice to incorporate this type of program into some religious fundamentalist freak... Don't you think?

Deja Vu the Movie

2006-12-04T03:18:00.000+08:00

I just watched Deja Vu under the direction of Tony Scott (I have no idea if he and Ridley is related or not). Before I say anything at all, I need to rate this...It's 9.99428689987899/10. (Sorry, that accurate yes, used to be a fan of pi)

This is the only movie that had me guessing and making me felt that I predicted correctly but actually I'm not. It's a roller coaster ride!!! The casts is non other than Denzel Washington, Val Kilmer, Jim Caviezel and Paula "Macam Whitney Houston" Patton.

Denzel Washington as Doug Carlin

The story goes like...nah don't feel like telling it. I'm waiting for the DVD. The things that I can tell is if you like movies like Mahjong Hero any recent stuff with Jordan Chan in it, Scary Movie 1, 2, 3 and 4, you get the idea... back the fuck up from this movie, jah.....

Val Kilmer as Agent Pryzwarra and also the sweet Paula Patton.

And also Jim Caviezel as Carroll Oerstadt.

The special thing about Jerry Bruckheimer and Ted Elliot on this movie is that all small thing no matter how small it is... is the potential spoiler. The keywords that I can tell is...

Twelve Monkeys, Arlington, Frequency & Penang before Penang Bridge

Muahahahahahaha... Sorry, it's the fading adrenalins.

Muhibahnya...

2006-12-04T02:23:00.000+08:00

Muhibah used to be there most of the time when it is around festive season (you know, the kudah kepang thingy, the gasing thingy, the lion dance thingy, the indian dances thingy, be it while some visitings of APEC leaders or in the hotels during some conference thingy) and when those mat sallehs were around. This is their policy. "Be a good ambassador when you are out of the country especially in the west you hear?" That's what they told us to do before we headed to UK sometimes ago with our parents hard-earn money (after minusing taxes that the will put into country development such as sending Malaysian to the space to study the trajectory happen to the fucking teh when it is tariked in the space or playing batu seremban for the purpose of studying the forces in motion possessed by the freaking batu seremban-The taxes my dad pay was really a small fry because the cibai project cost 90++ million Ringgit Malaysia *breath*) .

Well that policy don't really works now... Because most of the informed ambassadors working or studying abroad have trouble burying or hiding their face because the mat sallehs knew... They knew and they start asking and most probably they begin to feel bored with your superficial cultural performances. Hey, it's not their fault, they didn't spend time digging all our backyard shit, it's our own countrymen who suppose to lead into 2020, who make their shit in the front porch and ask everybody to have a look. No, they are not selling those fiber based supplements-multilevel marketing product. Now they started to write articles about us. Pretty interesting really. Have a read, forward them to all your friends who think the mainstream paper already tell them all they need to know...Thank you.

Latest from The Economist:
http://www.economist.com/world/asia/displaystory.cfm?story_id=8362605

Business reporter Michael Backman: Part One
http://www.theage.com.au/news/business/while-malaysia-fiddles-its-opportunities-are-running-dry/2006/11/14/1163266550487.html

Business reporter Michael Backman: Part Two: In response to the CIBAI TUA PUI POH
http://www.michaelbackman.com/LatestAgeColumn.html

By the way, I know keris is part of Malay culture but waving it when you have your AGM is pure kam lan. Tarak paham ar...ok ok.... qham lan...ok?

The Most Beautiful Girl

2006-12-01T12:02:00.001+08:00

Nicol Ann David

Crazy, Spontaneous & Definitely Tone-deaf Bunch

2006-11-30T16:56:00.000+08:00

Playing badminton with Colin, Shin Yee, Charlie and Brother Run Far Far every fortnightly is really a time killing during the Sunday. By the time we put back whatever we had lost during the game, it's already 2.30 pm. Half of the day was gone left alone the journey back to Klang with dried sweat covering all over my body and the rest of the crew. Hardly smell anything though. The armpits are healthy. Well, that's the routine.

Last weekend was the craziest and "julung-julung kali" for that matter. After the game, we headed to Section 14 PJ, put in back the calories we had lost and gain some... After that we shopped for a while at the Digital Mall. After that we headed to OSIM warehouse sales, loafting for like two hours try all the robotic massagers and trying to convince myself it was a luxury not the a need. Imagine a 50% discounted from RM13,000++. Colin spent like RM800++ and Charlie spent approximately RM700++. Me and Brother Run Far Far didn't get anything. We just chilled with Charlie's Malboro lights.

After that about 3.30 pm, we went straight for cendol in Subang Jaya and people actually queued up for the rojak. Sure damm nice want lah... I got myself a KENT 1 because I know where we are heading next: Galaxy Karaoke... We play American Idol until 8.30pm with only RM24.00 perpax with food and drinks. We went straight back to Klang to have our dinner/supper. Charlie didn't join us cause he has to drive back all way the from Colin's house in Klang to his home in Bukit Rimau. Knn. Our supper ended 11.00 pm.

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Oh, I didn't mention anything about shower after game, bermuda shorts and knock-off polo tees with a deformed colar, did I?

Reverend K. Sri Dhammananda 1919-2006

2006-09-01T23:10:00.000+08:00

Photo taken by Jeffooi

Back in the college days, there was one time when he was invited to a buddhists students house in Taman Bunga Raya, Setapak. I had no idea why he was there. I was on my way home after having dinner with my housemates. I walked into the already packed with students double storey. He was giving his talk to the students. Definitely a lots of laughter. Throughout the talk, He didn't make me believe in Buddhism (My belief in Buddhism shaken significantly when my over-zealous evangelist christians housemate "reasons" with me why Buddhism is just another superstition). He made me understand Buddhism better (quite different from what my mum thought me) .

My favourite books of His include "What Buddhists Believe" and "Food for The Thinking Mind". I bought "What Buddhist Believe" when I visited University Malaya during my sixth form. Never really read it, until I was bombarded with questions by my christians housemate who didn't really interested in knowing Buddhism. The book gives a overview of what buddhists believe and why the buddhists do that thing they do. Though "Food for The Thinking Mind" is sort of a compilation of quotes but nevertheless led me to a lots of reading of other books like Bertrand Russell and some Albert Einstein's papers.

Let's just say, with His way of teaching Buddhism and His approach in teaching the youth (to me), I can easily talk to Owen Wilson about Buddhism.

With all this I didn't say anything about me being a good buddhist. I am not. But if not because of His indirect teaching to me, I might probably become a believer rather than a person who understand and knows why he become a believer. And that's a really good news about Buddhism: You don't really need to believe in Buddhism to become a buddhist. How cool is that?! Tell me one mainstream religion that has this nature.

Anyway, today He is joining (I hope He is)Neo, Morpheous, Trinity and the rest of the crew.

May he not be born again
May he ceases to exist.

Her name is Natasha

2006-08-25T00:13:00.000+08:00

The wife gave birth to a baby girl. Her name is Natasha. Congratulation, Dude!

August Brief

2006-08-23T18:40:00.000+08:00

Sunrise did again this year, giving us the experience of live music (er... no, not Britney or Paris Hilton or some nasyid or dikir barat...). We call them jazz. Nope, jazz is not a car which filthy rich ah beng like to modify. Jazz is a music genre. I was there with some new aquintances. Jazz fans sort of. Lot's people. Just hope that this annual event doesn't turn out like Bon-Odori.

After that very night, we headed straight to Toproom. Thanks to Suanie for her post. I fell in love with this place already. We had Sharizan and Julian Chan that night. Sharizan is that guy who sings for RTM. Julian Chan is that sax guy who performed with Disagree in channel 16 Astro. I don't really know what is good jazz and what's a lounge jazz. I just like the stuff that they play.

Probably the movie that I need to watch before leaving earth. Have you heard of the movie "Crossroad"? To all ahbeng, ahlian, and those who discuss Britney Spears music like Eric Clapton discussing Robert Johnson music, no this "Crossroad" hor is not le mobie is not le bilitni spie do one. The movie is about a boy searching for the Robert Johnson's 30th song. I watch the ending in RTM 2 some where in1996. Been searching for that movie every now and then. Definitely a lots of blues.

Now I can die peacefully.

Minority Report

2006-07-17T17:03:00.000+08:00

All this while I thought it was over. I would never thought it will be another catastrophic incident due to some prejudgementalist. After all this I will be once again, become one of the agenda... tiny one I suppose of some group meeting that basically had nothing really consructive to talk about. Maybe some stepping and personality murdering that apparently make them higher in whatever sense that might be.

Once the subject appearing, the activity to police your personality was activited with certain default settings that tend to conclude your future offences. Minority report sort of.

Few years back, my initial offence (not to my regconition, but hey, who needs the fucking recognition, we are in the age of Kai Fong), I acted to cover my discontend. Despite of my pure intention, I was apprehended and was found guilty without trial, just some testimonial from some influential people.

Now, I ain't do a damm thing, but I was shove into the cell. Hurt, I went berserk. Nothings really helps. Should have ignore the whole scene and walk away.

So, ex-convicts, stay away from some unfamiliar and unrecognised zone such as the backstreet because they will hang you thinking you are trafficking some dope eventhough you are there to feed some stray cats.

*sigh*

" Fool me once, shame on you"
" Fool me twice, shame on me"
-B.B King

Pricking a Magi

2006-05-16T12:55:00.000+08:00

Few days ago, my friend prick said I look like Ogre Magi and I discovered that Illustrator can be used for image recognisation. The result was just magnificient. Have a look.

CSI should bow to me now. Prick, the pc cannot lie. Sorry.

Bwahahahahahahaaaa.....

Untitle: ____________

2006-05-13T18:29:00.000+08:00

Yesterday, I knew she is belonged...

Feel it for the first time after all this while. Momentarily? Yes.

Cowardice? Maybe.

Failing to fulfill her religiously, financially and sense of security, I stay from the distance.

Excuses? Maybe.

These are the excuses that is a unfulfilled promise that I wish to possess so that I'm qualify to march on.

Should have stay further...

The Crab Society

2006-05-05T00:35:00.000+08:00

Once a friend told about how crabs behave when they are contained into a basket or simply a baby bathing pail. The trick is in order to keep the crab from crawling (is that the right word for crab?) out of the pail, you only need to put in two crabs or more. Do not put them individually. This is because if there are two or more crabs, and if one of the crab try to crawl out, the other will drag it back to the pail, disallowed any attempt of escaping.

Believe it or not, true or false is not really the issue here. The issue is this is how the crab society behave. Possessing a different ideas (or should I said, stand) is a no no.

"if you are here with me, you will need to think and act like me. By this way, we will be considered as one big fucking family"

Somehow, there are people who like to shove people with their dogmatic thinking and principles whether they want it or not. The worst thing is there is no such thing as if you don't like it this way, then leave. Trying to leave will result them to pull you back into thinking like them. That sense of "group" is so strong, that resistance will only lead to being an outcast and that happened to not only to teenagers but to adult also. Sad indeed.

To those who think, they need a group to own an identity so that they can clearly and proudly declare it to other people is pure chicken shit. Because at the end of the day when people grow wiser and smarter enough to realize who's talking cock and who's walking the walk, you will feel that the group you owned or belonged is getting smaller and smaller.

Heck, we'll be dead in our own coffin and not share isn't it. Of unless some Hitler-reincarnate asshole plan to do some ethnic cleansing because other people are much more smarter than him, then I'd got nothing to say lor...

Reunion With Cikgu Than

2006-03-27T12:30:00.000+08:00

Yesterday, I went meet up with my standard four class teacher. Her name is Ms. Than (pronounced Tan). Besides Ms Than, there were there other classmate, Ms Cheong LL, Ms Karen Wong YY and Mr Loy TZ (ya, I know, you don't bother).

Ms Than is a bit tanned. Well, maybe during the eighties, fair skin was a in thing (thanks to boy George...hehehe). She is one of the most remembered teacher. LL messaged me up about the meeting and I was excited. All pictures started to come in mind. Raja Ema's Korea 88' Olympic theme (Ya, she used this song which is in BM to teach us, the method I remember only Michelle Pfeiffer would used in "Dangerous Mind"), keeping a cat as a class pet, The Sound of Music (don't ask...) and infactuation towards the teacher (ya, fucking don't ask about that too).

We were having our dinner in this House of Briyani opposites Bukit Tinggi Tesco. I came late and as I walked in, she call me by the name beefstew...of course not, it's my other name (don't ask that too, I am proud of my name ya, just ain't gonna let you know). She remembers me. Sop...sop...

The most interesting part is she took up the class with LL during LL's uni time. Here I am as classmate with my darjah empat cikgu, after what 12 years? How bizarre.

She stop us from calling her teacher anymore. "Now, we are friends, we can talk about almost anything", she said. We chat about everything, theater, blogs, world event and boys and girls stuff, marriage (burp...), Dan Brown and What-happen-to-them-Now.

The dinner lasted for like 2 hrs ++. We will meet again. LL will organise.

customer is god

2006-03-26T03:33:00.000+08:00

The title says it all... not quite. I suppose it means we wanna hate'em but somehow we bound to love 'em eventhough they tend to create tsunami in you and of cause with particular reasons that my level of intelligence would understand.

This lady together with her brother came into my shop yesterday wanted to do name card (well some sophisticated people call it "call card", an important knowledge that I should know and don't really give a fuck though). They want a simple black and white name card. I served them on the spot eventhough there is lots of orders pending to be delivered (I am a very busy man, if I am free, I'll be busy playing my DOTA). She sat down and explain what she want and I start designing the way she want it. After we were done... I printed out the design with the exact measurement and design and typing and all lhat shit for her to verify. (You know that, there are some people who really cannot imagine stuff just by looking from the monitor eventhough they are some high educated person aka professionals aka lawyer. They retarding in so many interesting way). They look at the design and asked me to change some of the details. I mean what the fuck, why don't you notice it before I print it out. You stare at the monitor for like what five sex intercourse ago + rest + ciggies. KNN. Cheebye. Fine, I changed the details and printed it again (Oh btw, before I printed the layout, I did ask them to verify)...

SAME FUCKING THING HAPPENED! Enuff said, I changed the details and printed out the layout again. Thank god, this time they say ok. The layout of the design printed out is for their own keep so that they can double check them tomorrow when they come and collect their name cards.

The next day, they came and collect the name cards. They rejected them, saying what kind of name card is this. I told them that this is according to the design that they agreed yesterday. I even took the already made name card and place it beside the layout that I designed according to her. They were exactly the same. And do you know what the fuck they said?

"This is your layout. It's a A4 size but your design is in the middle, (see, real measurement of name card with design) the large unprinted around the your designed name card blur me up. I thought it suppose to be nice. You see, is this call a name card ar?" *throw the the already made name card on the table*

KNNNBECCB!!! What kind of reason is that? I mean who on earth besides those assholes who blame God for some bridge wreckage or suggesting building LRT to attract tourist. Maybe they are related, I dunno...I was speechless that time. I don't really officially possesed the customer service skills ok... My partner came to me and took over. That time I can throw myself into the sea and pollute worse than Exxon.

to help or not to help

2005-11-02T03:26:00.000+08:00

Have you ever encounter the situation where some you love walking towards the path of destruction? For my case, it is not that serious, but of it is worrying.

Sometimes it is justifiable to just let them go free to do whatever hell they wanted to do but I that think only apply if they have the slightest idea of what's been going around the world. But then again who am I to justify her credibility. She is old enough to take the plunge and live with the consequences.

I stop suggesting to her about her plan in life due to some incidents happened last time when I was naively helping her. Appreciation is not what I expected but I get more than that. A sentence that I'll never forget. It hurt me so much. Hence, I stopped, believing that she is hopeless. She was going nowhere. I even went to the extend of stop talking to her.

Almost a year now, my "fuck-her-no-time" policy still applied. She went staying at her friend's house. Didn't see her as often as before. I'd sense the sign of anxiety and depression in her. I have no idea if those two symptoms are suffered simultaneously. I am worry about her now. But what should I do? Kanineh, if I help her, I fear there might a backslash. What I worry is all this will lead her towards the suicidal path (maybe I think too much but then again... You will never know). She is jobless, friendless (good times only available, type of friends got lar...) and no beef stew to help her.

To help or not to help... cheebye that's the fucking question!

Help! All my pix got framed

2005-10-17T02:34:00.000+08:00

I am a bit of the idiot when it comes to html. While doing preview, everything is fine. but if some else got in, all my graphics have those ugly frame surounding them. Cheebye. Good advice needed...tut...tut...

Updated: Most of the problems solved edi...

yellowman

2005-10-17T02:31:00.000+08:00

peekaboo!

Kai Fong

2005-10-16T01:50:00.000+08:00

I used to be a soft type of person (character wise). I thought every harsh thing I heard from people that I know was meant for a good cause. Or some other time if they pretend it well, I thought they were joking. Those were the days. Enduring. But of course I wouldn't call it an enduring because I was so dumb last time.

I changed.

That was like what? 2-3 years ago. Can't remember though. I learned to sense mean words clothed with an good intention. I know I might over sensitive prick or call me a wimp if you want, but you need to protect yourself from mega pricks out there.

The only thing I haven't develop is the skill to fight back on the spot. All the time processing and analyzing consequences being wasted. The mind is not fast enough. Besides, my mind stop fighting back when the ball bounce back to my with a jive point. Jive in the sense that, pukimak, what is this guy trying to said?I thought we were talking about those horrible things you did last night and why the fuck you bringing my father into the discussion.

See? This is how a shithead a person can be!

I learn that you don't keep score in this era of instantaneous of whatever. The sentence like "I told you so" is not cool anymore. When I said don't keep score, it means you grab just about anything adjacent to you like VSOP bottle, and smash that motherfucker's hollow head and make sure the bottle don't smashed. Our primary goal is motherfucker's head smashed, not our precious VSOP bottle. But of course, if you plan to get him next time, then you should just proceed with the VSOP strategy.

If you plan to back up and believe that karma will do the rest, then backdafacap.

I used to hate those people who talks and point out their stand like it is some follow-or-go to hell holy scrolls planted on earth by aliens. At the same time I envy these people. Hating is because these people don't prepare a so call back door for the the statement they made. What if what they said is wrong. The is certain uncertainty isn't it? And when shit happens or they just don't do what they preach, they just pretend nothing ever happen. What about responsibility? As for these code name: motherfucker hypocrite, I don't really feel like bombing these folks due to my appreciation on these phenomenon call time. Time is a precious stuff, especially mine. I waste it on some mega-pricks.

For those who just join the society, a serious need of skill to recognize and differentiate between what is opinion and what is fact.

If you take an opinion as a fact (especially from those hypocrite ass), then you have to bare on the shit that bound to happen in whatever you do due to this so call opinion.

It's like

Do not use that highway at these time because there will be a jam. Now that's a opinion isn't.
Now take a look at this; Do not take that highway because the fly over fell last night due to some corrupted officers, minister who screwed up the contractor financially forcing them to use cheaper and unauthorized alternative to build this fly over. Well, there are fact and opinion this sentences. You go differentiate it.

Enuff said.

Ehwah Scissorhands

2005-10-10T11:12:00.000+08:00

There were three incidents that leads to this post.

The first incident : read some guy complained to The Star newspaper about his National Geographic magazine kena contenged by some arseboard.
The second incident : Read Pete Teo "Where is P.Ramlee" article in the back issue of KLUE magazine during my pang sai session.
The third incident : Heard my sis fashion also kena contenged.

This got me thinking of how they interview a personal for the media editing job...

OK, erm... Ms Fauziah , please tell candidate no 1 to go home and wait for our call. Please have the appointment letters ready for these 2 and 3 gentlemen here.

This beautiful (is considered erotic by some sick arse in that you-know-what board) photo is taken from this site by Chris Rainer.

why the cow blog?

2005-10-05T03:32:00.000+08:00

Whenever there is time I stare blankly at the monitor wondering what the fuck I wanna write, this question always pop out.

Who the fuck got me blogging?

It started with a friend in friendster. Everything is easy or should I say user-friendly. No html shit or whatever those IT jargons mean. Meanwhile, I surf around for Malaysian bloggers. This magical site came into my sight the first time when I googled for these sites.

http://www.michaelooi.net/

I was converted.

This is person is God. OK, I love his witty sarcastic approach in writing and ranting about almost everyday shit. I went further suanie, minishorts and many many more. Now look. I dunno that you guys were actually "keluar suratkhabar" before. Pardon me. I don't even know what their blog all about is. Anyway, days after days, I realize I wanted to join in this blogosphere since I can learn more. In Friendster, just a few friends who knows you will read your blog and probably agree with almost everything you said, no?

Besides, apparently according to some, Friendster blog is for babies. I don't like that statement. Eventhough it holds some truths there. So I started with Blogger.

Phew-yo, there were so many things to be done for a noob like me to set up a blog with some of the personal touch or identity. And where the hell is the country that speak html. I need one of the people there to help me with this. You know, the source code and that shit.
For the time being I ain't paying anything yet. My biggest problem kepala sakit was how am I suppose to export all my previous posts to this Blogger .

Anyone can help ar?

An Evening With Lenglui

2005-09-29T23:09:00.000+08:00

Beef: So how's works? OK ar? I seldom see nowadays.

Lenglui: Well, my time is not fix mah. *sip teh o ais limau*

Beef: So what is your scheduled for this week?

Lenglui: *sip, sip* 5 pm -3 am...

Beef: Wah lau eh...

Lenglui: OK lar, at least I have all my interesting colleague with me mah...

Beef: How interesting or?

Lenglui: Hua! If I mentioned you sure find it funny lah... One them hor let's call him Boyboy,
That day, both of us where lepaking for a while in my workplace lar... Then hor came a
very handsome boyboy also. Boyboy look at him one kind only... Like wanted to makan
people only.

Beef: You Boyboy homosexual ar?

Lenglui: Arbothen?

Beef: Ok then what happened?

Lenglui: That handsome left lor, then my Boyboy looked disappointed and suddenly he just
freaked said to me that handsome forgot something.

Beef: What? He left his handphone there ar?

Lenglui: I also think like that but then I try to look around. No handphone also so I asked him
what is it lor?

Beef: What he said?

Lenglui: he said that handsome forgot to take him back to his home to play...

Beef: @#$%^ Kanina....

how you get fucked up by your own goverment?

2005-09-26T21:06:00.000+08:00

My workplace is situated in a busy area where almost all the banks that are approved by Bank Negara are located there. Besides, there are offices. The banks are all facing the main highway. There is a road in front of them. A narrow road I would say after the parking space. It is a no stoping/parking zone.

Despite of the local council officers issuing summons, there still fuckers and bitches who park their car in the most selamba way, on that road thus causing jam in that barely 4 shop lots distance. Oh wait, as long as there is some body inside the car, you can park there. That's the fucking rule or should I say loophole.

There is a parking lot, surrounded by three-floors shop lots mostly office. Averagely, there are about 40++ offices. Each of the company might has 6++ employees including the bosses. That parking will be full before even ten in the morning. With the failure of the Malaysian Goverment to run the campaign of car pooling and hence cultivating the car pooling culture, that place is parked by 40 * 6 =240 cars. To make things worse, there are some space which is considered as safe parking in the sense that you would not be blocking anybody's way. But there were no parking line. Depends on who's the officer on duty. I like officer A, he seems to be using his brain to do his duty. He told me he would not summons cars that park there as long as it is with parking ticket. Fair enough.

Today, I park that place and I got a summons from this officer. Just now I name the officer A and for this let us just called BITCHASSMAEHCHIBYEKANINBUEHLAUCHIBYEMUTHAFUCKA. He gave me a summon. For illegal parking. I only get to know this after I got to my car after work. I mean, here I am right here with limited parking lot and some parking space without parking box maybe waited to be drawn some yellow line to make a parking box due to their busy scheduled of catching stray dogs or shooting crows.

Now that's how you get fucked up by your own goverment!

Prick

2005-09-26T00:18:00.000+08:00

I'd been searching in the web looking for the exact word to describe a person with over-zealous addiction of winning. I don't know if it is right to explain it this way. But you dig what I mean.

I was overwhelmed by the fact that there some fuckers out there who will turn into their ugly face over a silly computer game at the cybercafe. I have to admit that I am no computer gamer guy. Meaning; I won't spend my fucking time over what fucking items I should buy to enhance my game character into an invincible superman and how to control my money shit all that.

Last Saturday, I went to this cybercafe with few of my friends. One of them happens to be that guy that had me wondering what is it about winning over a pc LAN game going to make him reach orgasm. I think he shove his prick into the USB port more than his wife's pussy. Anyway, we played this game where there were two teams, fighting to capture the enemy's base. Sort of. I requested to be in his team. So that he can look after me. Read carefully. Look after, give instruction, TEACH... Ended up losing the first game. Couldn't handled the lost, ugly words that hurts start to rain in like those arrows from The Lord of the Ring.

IT IS JUST A FUCKING PC GAME, YOU THRIUMPH-CRAZE FUCK-WIT

Anyway, he is labelled then. The List of Pricks in Early Stage Beef Stew.

Wonder Years 1

2005-09-22T01:13:00.000+08:00

Reading minishorts's latest post got me thinking upon some matter. Growing pain stuff.

I grew up a good kid. Get good grades, back at home after school and certainly never go out causing trouble. I didn't what is ponteng until I reached form 2. Street fighter II was the reason I did such a treacherous deed. I had some friends. Thanks to them to I learned masturbation (form 1 and experiment commenced one year later...yep, a pure loser that time). But of course that's another story.

We have posse. Gangs that share same interests. Mine was particularly in music. You know Soundgarden, Pearl Jam, Smashing Pumpkins..etc. We are cool. We just hanging out. Mcdonalds was a good place. My grades were reddish every month. My mum didn't say anything mainly because of the merits I accumulated all these years a total 11 A's in two public examination and no police record of kena tangkap while slaying fatass E.Honda. Until one time I got into fight with this friend of mine. Later I was banned from the gang. Nobody wanted to talk to me. I mean, that was the mother of all ban. I got no choice but being a lone ranger until some nerds in my class approached me to study together. Of course there was no such thing as nerds that time yet. I was like what they hell! That was like end of form 4 and was about to enter the crucial year of form 5. I work my ass out to pick up what I left out in form 4. The outcome was not bad. Got an A for Sejarah even I was thought by a Malay teacher who famous for his asking "mau masuk Islam?" each time he met his students during form 4.

I got into form 6. The whole environment changed. Having most of the outrsiders came into my school to study form 6, I lost most of my friends. Lost in the sense that I wouldn't be meeting them like last time. I guess it was ok because I'll be definitely meeting more people. Smart people from other school that score better than me and already finished chapter 3 in that subject called Kimia Organik during the orientation period. I mixed with some of people and joined few clubs and got some high rank post as well. Everything was quite nice.

I was then realized one thing. You are on your own, sucker! Forget about about attachment. Attachment are bad thing. Everybody are too busy looking after their own shit. That was sort of my very first culture shock. Of all the activities we had done together, you still on your own. Nobody going to help you with your subjects and your studies. You gonna help yourself. I mean I never thought that form 6 was a mini dog-eat-dog society that I am going to join like fuck! not another 5 more years according to my normal people educational milestones. I hence imprisoned myself that time. Emotionally. Mentally. Smiling, clowning, walking around as I might with my form 6 friends but it was empty.

Then I realized something, those form 6 friends, they were not your long time friends. It take a really friendly socialize-whiz people to do it in two years time. To make an attachment of friendship. Until now I still blurred but hey what the heck. Few of them still contacting me now. We still go out for our diabetical yam char session.

Opening ceremony

2005-09-21T18:58:00.000+08:00

This is my first post after A week of struggling with this magnificent thingy call the html language shit. After a week, not even a beginner yet, I just play around other peoples' source code and did some modification. I have a blog elsewhere and I intend to move all those archive here. But definitely no idea on where to start. Will find out soon. It's 3.56 am in the morning and I ought to rest already after a tired day. Life's a Bitch !

Testing testing

2005-09-17T02:24:00.000+08:00

Making music two by two is one thing children like to do...