Coming soon...

I really wanted to blog about this topic "How to react to a compliment"
Let me gather my thoughts, I am usually idle-minded in between locations, I don't drive anymore, I get the privilege of being er. chauffeured . Aiyah. Mass transportation lah. Who am I kidding :)

And since i am always bitching about my accomodation, i've taken the liberty of posting up a pic. OK-lah, it's not that bad, right?

Free Wifi?

Subject: Blog 29/sept



Thanks to a few factors, I am have actually walked a good ten minutes (doesn't seem like alot, but trust me, my day has been hectic) to the nearest Mc D to leach on their free broad band. I've been getting encouraging comments from my few readers, to whom please accept my heartiest gratitude. Again I must repeat myself. I do not read for leisure, does sign boards and technical manuals count as leisure? I guess not....


For the first time I came in to Mc D's and it took a good 5 minutes deciding on what I'll have. First question was, "Is there Wifi in here?'", second was "Is it free?" And to my advantage, it is. I am however not getting a connection yet. maybe it's because i just ordered a sundae for 1.50. "kiam siap-ness" runs thick in my blood. I am after all, half chinese. I am drawing a blank here.... *tick tock*



Sigh, I have nothing to complain about. Work is good. I have the ultimate job for weight watchers, globe trotters, techies, and everything-engineer wanna bees. I really can't complain. Heck, how many people do you know, can say call up their parents on a satellite phone which was just installed by himself? I bet my dad is amused with me showing off my techy side to him.


I miss my friends. I miss just hanging out and talking nonsence. It's fun I tell you. It's the only time when you can put your intelli-hat down and just act, well idiotic. Laugh about nonsensical jokes, and the silliest things ever. I am surrounded by superb people. This my friend, is a blessing. Count them, and make them last, while it does.


My curse? My refusal to fall in love. It hurts. My scars are not healing, time will heal all they say. Well time has stood still for me, (cliche alert!) or in a techy way, I must say this, forgive me.. I've been going faster than time itself. (d'uh) No, really. And you wondered why songs of love and heartaches are sang with so much emotion. With love kingdoms are won, life created, but also with the same force, comes mayhem. I don't know, have i fancied anyone lately? oh plenty. Like what i tell my buddy. i am of a hot hot chicken shit nature. Just in it for the moment. Problem is, i don't think i can commit. I am always thinking about how i may screw up in the future. It's ironic how, in a relationship when there is a breakup it's always the guy's fault. If the guy cheats, the guy is a bastard, if the girl cheats, it's called, "Sorry darling, i've found someone new" Sounds all too familiar? And, in all breakups There's almost no chance of reconciliation. Usually it ends up in fuck off, don't let me ever see you again. Why is this, have you wondered? Is this all just to cover up the real feelings inside? C'mon people. Tell me. when is the last time you craved for something and it left you. Won't you want it back? It's like driving past your favourite satay stall in kajang and thinking, Oh, If i could only take that kambings satay and bloody chelup it into kacang sauce, but haiyah, I am on a diet lah, cos I am fat.. See? that's what you call DENIAL. everybody now. DENIAL :) hence the name of this blog...babindenial, for the anglo and non malay community out there, that means pig in denial. yes pig. Like Poco(FR), Cerdo(SP), Babui(TG).


How i wish i would dare to love again. I think i am just too afraid of the hurt after that. No one can gurantee a happy ending right? Look at er, *in himbo mode* J Lo and Ben Ass-lack. Well, er ok. bad role models.... sorry people but that's not the entire point, hollywood weddings are not meant to last anyways... But seriously. Falling in love is like taking a plunge into a deep deep ravine. The rush, the thrill, the adrenalin, the excitement, the felling of selflessness, absolutely undeniable. The landing however, pretty much depends on one self... So before I take the next plunge, I will keep a head's up, and my only fear is the landing. May we all land on soft-soft cushion. ( I don't mean bosom, you perv).


So, to God almighty i submit my love life (what love life) Christians believe that God will provide a way, even if it looks like there's no way. But if there's no way God will provide a way. Where am i going with this, by the way? This is bloody confusing, I have clearly lost my way. Ok I'll stop typing W.A.Y. *clears throat* People, says preachy pig..... Believe in miracles, falling in love is one of them. Heck, being alive with loved ones is another one. Having "supposedly" free broad band in Mc D's is another one.....But, miracles do happen. The first step is to believe.



Damn I sound desperate. It's one of those moments... (self sympathy kicking in hard). It's just how i am feeling right now. Maybe I am lonely. I've been away for 4 days now. Haven't hit any malls, just work and the hotel. It's getting into me. Wish i had a guitar, I can atleast sing my blues, (believe me you'll only hear sad sad songs) maybe i'll buy one, er. now that impulsive buying(from my more dominant Y genes) hang on. Y is for female right? screw that lah. I have no internet to google it off.


So yes. This place supports 802.11G( they give that crap for free) and my notebook is a 802.11B. I feel like a total idiot blogging on my Eudora, I hope i don't accidentally email it off to my parents, or worst, my boss. ;)



It's getting cold. and my ice cream is, hang on....looking disgusting. I better head back to my room, watch some local TV ( no cable in deluxe room-lah) and just sleep off.


So yes, whoever you are, If you like someone, take the first step. Like i said, It's like taking a plunge, take a first step. run if you have to, hopeully you trip and fall, into the ravine of love, and my you land in the arms of your princess/prince. Amen.


This is me, reporting live from Little Freaking INDIA. LORD, I HATE THIS PLACE!
Disclaimer: I have alot of Indian friends, It's the place I can't stand


that girl who was sitting a table away from me looks kinda cute. but's she' gone now. rite. whatever.

Virginity, is it a liability?

It one of those days where you wish you are in bed, at home, instead of being at the office. It's raininng and It's a Friday. KL is notorious for it's Frightening Friday jams. hmn, that has a tune to it. Finished most of my pointless on-line training crap, and I think I'll just proceed to studying that Cisco paper since my ass is stuck here. I whine too much. I realized that. It's a bad thing really.. No one likes a whiner. And I am a drama king. but again, so is everyone right? Today was trial for a co worker. He was framed for losing a notebook. In my organisation, it's a big deal.. Even driving without your seat belt is a big deal. It was dramatic I tell you.. me, being the kepo kong, kept on asking him on the progress of the case, whether he has to pay for it what not.. I guess he's off the hook this time. Hooray for him.


was reading some blogs, and though to myself, why not blog from work? I don't usually do that. I am supposed to work (d'uh) but there isn't exactly anything for me to do right now.. And, it's a FRIDAY! Whoopeedooo.. life is good working normal hours ( i used to work shifts) At least i have my weekend, But, when I was doing the 12 hours shift, I only work 15 days a month, and sleep on my off days. Hey, it's a 12 hour shift ok..

I have a friend. She's my buddy. Her name is.. well, let's leave out the name. She's one of the rare few whom I know can take all the crap I throw at them, if you knew me, you'll either hate me or ignore me. I think she's ignoring me... But nevertheless, she's my buddy.
Which bring me to a point to ponder.. Is it a bad thing to be a 25 year old she-virgin? How do we distinguish the fine line between desperation and biological *ahem* cravings. I mean, if you've never had it before and now you're itching to get laid, and obviously if you're not choosy about who it is, I guess I can classify it as a biological need. But If you are choosy and you're looking for that Bratt Pitt lookalike, and you whine about not having someone, and you do not want to get laid anyways, and you do not want to have kids....... I just find that confusing. Get my drift here? If you love someone, Like really love love, It does not matter if you never get a piece of her/him right? But... If it's just lust. then, well... it's just getting a good fu** and it does not matter if the guy/girl ever calls you again. I guess it's harder for girls. "Virginity is a liability" i was told. I guess she's partly right.... It's something precious, which ideally you're going to lose it to the one you're going to get old with.. Practically, it does not work these days. realistically, high school kids lose their virginity to their crush, and college students are usually sexually active(which is a good age, prime bodies) But THAT'S NOT MY POINT... What is the world coming to eh? I am not saying that sex is a bad thing. All religion is against it, it' s immoral in any established religion yet, it's just something we all do..... behind close doors, literally...

I've always wondered what parents think of their kids. If i were a dad and my daughter is a hot 21 year old. Should i ask her if she's still a virgin after spending years abroad studying? Or should i just assume she's one.. or should I assume she's practicing save sex. Ignorance is not bliss. Ignorance, like assumption, is the mother/brother father whatever of all fuck ups. Seriously... I mean. parents these days should not expect their daughters to cry in pain during the first night of their wedding. I would expect satisfying moans.. And, no guy should be disappointed if their brides are not virgins. So yeah.. I guess I agree with D, Virginity is a liability and it's highly overrated.

My advise is, if you're gonna lose it, lose it someone worth it. Get it over and done with, have a clean conscious, and continue with your life, come what may. Life is fragile, life is short. Live life, but remember there usually comes a tomorrow, and there is a God, and his name is Jesus. Yes, I am a Christian, condemn me for it.

Why am i being all preachy here? I think it's the office ambience and the cold cold air conditioning.....

Idiots and ice cream.

This is me, reporting to boredom, ops, I meant work. Desk jobs are boring, unless you have something to do, some problem to slove, some target sales to hit or be the management, having to think who to fire all the time for the sake of cutting cost. My desk was cold today. I miss baking under the sun, but I absolutely hate it right after lunch. All those carbs gaining control or your hypothalamus, effectively shutting it off like an overloaded circuitry which your grandfather build during world war I. I believe I have found my calling in the field, for the next 5 years or so. Working on rigs and vessels gives me a certain rush. Shit can hit the fan anytime and when it does. It splatters.


Went to the pantry today. Was approached by Mr Idiot. Idiot went like “Fat already ar” I was like, “who me?, that impossible.” I’ve been watching my carb intake. Except for that mushroom swiss burger I wolfed down at Chili’s on Sunday. I eat half portion of rice, lots of veg, and I’ve been working in the field for the past 3 weeks you arsehole. And I’ve got my scale to say “YOU-RE NOT LOSING WEIGHT, YOU FAT ASS” But the good news is, I am not gaining weight. Hopefully in some miraculous biological wonderful way, some fatty tissues has been replaced by muscles after all that manual work during training. I kid you not. The baby I work on weighs a whopping 700kg, give or take, It’s just a lump of metal that allows you to be on the internet without wires… ahh science.. what will men be without them.

Maybe it’s my army cut, and my shirt which fits (for once, cause all the rest of my wardrobe feel like curtain on me) and a pair of levi’s 501 I wore to work today. I don’t know. Maybe Idiot needs to change his glasses.. hey Idiot, I hear polarized lenses are good for bad optic nerves like yours.


Lunch was good. Had a full-of-my-self conversation with a true Christian. Yep. These people are tolerant I tell you. Good listener, slow to criticize and always polite. The world should have less of me and more of them. Hey, I try ok? First step. Get your sorry ass to church more often. Second, be genuine about it. Ok, I see where this is going, Self condemnation…


Is it rude to say “NO” to people? That depends. If you know that you’re going to make an ARSE out of yourself by saying yes, then say NO. What was I supposed to do? Say yes, and feel like a jack ass for saying OK? Somethings are better kept an arm’s length eg, Alcohol, cigarettes, Sex, Some people… Why bother opening up an old wound? “ I KNOW I KNOW!!” waves hands excitedly.. So I can feel the old pain and the old blood ooze out again. Yippie do… Well "katakan tak nak" to that. I’ve got my band aid on. It’s called selfishness and the bravery to say “KISS MY NON EXISTANT ARSE”



According to Ru, a tall gorgeous-in-a-Chinese way chick, I eat less rice than her. Maybe. I don’t know. I don’t like overeating. I am not saying that she does… You’re gorgeous Ru, you trully are. GRRrrRRrr (just for the record) But I just can’t function with a full tummy, unless the only function is to sleep. I like being half empty(being the pessimist I am) so I can sprint if I have to, you know in case I have to jump aboard from the port side. Nah. It’s a habit of mine now. I am bloody counting calories. It’s a bloody obsession. TR laughed at me telling me what a girl I am.


Which reminds me,
This happened last Friday….

LC: Q, someone brought ice cream.. help your self. It’s in the fridge.
Q: Nah, thanks LC. Ice cream makes me fat
LC: Aiyah. You’re not fat lah. Take la..
Q: Nah, thanks, can’t be bothered to get fat over walls ice cream
LC: But it’s Hagen Daaz
Q: OH SHIT. Why didn’t you say so? That’s something worth getting fat for…

I had 2 helpings and fell asleep before the plane even left the tarmac.

People,
Do not, DO NOT have ice cream before operating heavy machinery or flying airplanes
DO NOT, eat cheap ice cream, it’s just not worth the bloody calories. Unless you’re stranded on an island and the next best thing is that hot hot latino CHICK of a survivor. Which in this case, share the ice cream, and eat the chick after that.

Happy WeAkend

I must say I had a happy weekend, although I didn't get drink myself silly. Counting my blessings over the weekend. It was a good one. I can smile to that. Met up with long lost friends, what can be better than that? I must say I have shun of friendship and the good old social actividads. I am listing down who I met..

JS, It was her birthday. Didn't drink half of her volume so I left the club soberly sane that nite. Adjourned downstairs to meet....

Shobs, She's one crazy party chick. there's a label behind her neck which reads, just add alcohol and rnb for instant action. She just came back from UK, and my phone rang just when i touched down KL. (ok lah. maybe 1 hour after that). To my surprise, she came with....

Vamp, ex college mate. serious enterprenuer. She scares me with her dreams of building her green empire. (by green i mean money, d'uh).

That's that. had a good time after 2 weeks of slaving my ass off.

Next day. work up at 8.30. perfect time for my regular wantan mee in Lucky Garden. Food taste better alone, won't u agree?....

Met up with Celebrety Doctor Qumar. He's truly a macha. Drinking buddy extraordinaire, the only one who is worthy of giving a best friend speech after rounds of tequila shots drowned in beer.

Then it was the church people. and ex colleagues at the EMC, Becks and Ru whom I had lunch with on sunday evening.. Not to mention, the nice dentist who charge me 130rm for tooth scalling. Blood and tears i tell you. It's fun. makes you weak in the knees. I love pain. It tells you that you're alive. ( i got this from someone)

So yeah. that's to good weekend. I am blogging to ignore this dude who's telling me about his sex life and how good his wife is....dude, he's your wife for Indonesia's sake!

SEE? No angry blogs!

U're too large for the dance floor

That was the kill switch. We were having fun at Poppy until some bastard of a guy threw that comment at one of the girls from our table. She cried and cried, It must hurt, I totally feel her pain. Why would anyone say something like that to a total stranger? ( i have an issue with weight, i think i am fat)

What crime has that person done to deserve such a mean comment? If I were the girl, I would say something in the lines of "Oh yea? your momma's so fat that her fat filled birth canal gave u an underdeveloped brain" to the guy....

The boggling part is, SHE'S NOT FAT! She's just not skinny like 85.21% of Singapore, or 65.32% of Malaysia. (thanks to NS) Not that I have anything against skinny people, or Singapore (Majulah Singapura humming in my head) She's just slightly large. By slightly, i mean maybe a size M+, not even a L.

Birthday bash of a friend I've known for 10 years. She had her fun alright :) Maybe I'll post up pictures of the night once I get my lazy ass to upload it.


La Bamba. Interested in learning Spanish? I am. yo entiendo espanol en puco. I try, but if all fails i revert to english. "pardone, no entiendo, puede repitir en ingles?"
The band was playing La Bamba last nite, I surprised my self by singing the whole song, and actually understanding the lyrics. Espanol is easier that Francois. However u spell it. Je no parler francois, you katak yang sombong.(I don't speak french, you nice looking french man)


Got my car back yesterday. OH MAN. I am 2k poorer. Got the whole bloody drive train fixed. replaced the gearbox bearing, that's the culprit that has been causing the vibration when i turn right. darn. there goes my hard earned money.. let's ponder about what i can do with an excess of 2k..

I could...
1.go on a solo holiday in Krabi for 2 nites 3 days, live like a king.
2.spoil myself with a new 3g phone
3.buy that timberland shoes. NO, my shoes does not cost 2k
4.go for a nice luxurious holiday in Cameron with some one.
5.Fine dine with lots of change to go around
6.Go home and see my parents and buy them nice dinner, again, lots of change to go around
7.give the money to my sister.. ( I think not)

I think i did the right thing. I am fixing up my car. Planning to sell it soon once I get more moula. Plan on trying out a vtec motor. Yes, I am such a boy racer.

SEE? i am not that angry after all... Duck commented that I have emotional issues. YES I DO. which is why there's this add at the end of my blog



WANTED: Emotional healer, girls only, preferbably malaysia citizen or PR. Must be willing to travel, must be willing to be pampered and spoilt when boy is happy. Must tolerate moodswings. Must smell good. English speaking only. Spanish senoritas will be considered. Healer will report directly to the boy, occasional breakfast in bed will be provided.

darn. that's so corny... Now laugh Duck. Laugh, that was meant to humour u.

the pick up incident

I don't know who will read this, since i've lost my number 1 reader. My fault. For some reason, i am kinda sorry about it now. Oh whatever. My faut. I love self inflicted pain and torture. No, i do not stub myself with a cigarette nor cut myself and watch myself bleed. It's more of a mind game thingy... you know? the ones which people with issues bring upon themselves.....

ANYWAYS...
I was at Chinatown, I bumped into 2 people which i haven't seen in about.. 7 years? Exchange telephone number and I hope to meet them up soon, just to catch up. Went on the MRT. Was given the look by this white guy. Umn, If I knew better, I would have guess that the look was the "Hey, How're you doin, want some male love" look. I don't mind gay men looking at me, as long as they keep their hands to themselves.

In the lift, on the way up to my room. I was picked up by this aunty looking lady who looks like a mak ayam. Or a mak datin who needs some action. I held the lift for her. I was just being polite ok, And being a nice polite asian boy, I gave her a little smile. Damn, is she's quick... She asked me "Where are you from" in a distinct Indonesian accent. "I am from Malaysia, where are you from?" I answered. "Jakarta, on business, and you?" she replied "On business" I answered politely finished with a smile..

She got off the lift. She look at me, As in the look into your eyes look, and she ask.." 17 what?" I answered "what 17 what?" "Your room, which room are you staying at" she continued " I knew where this was going... "er, 1710" I answered, purposely giving her a wrong room number... "I'll see you later" she replied as she walked away.

If that is not a pickup, I don't know what that is. I am glad I gave her the wrong room number. Or else, I maybe getting an unexpected visitor at my door, asking me my rate for a fu*k, or the otherway round.

I may be wrong. Maybe she'll reward me with money since i held the door for her, I don't know. I guess I'll never find out. But I am glad I gave her the wrong number. I just hope I don't bump into her again. SCARRY.

another pointless entry

It's one of those nights were lonelines sinks in her fangs deep into my veins, releasing her cold venom deep down into me. My remedy? blog about that bitch. Had quite a good day today, considering we had to work on a weekend. Mystery at work!! Spectrum ANALyser is picking up intermittent noise louder than your grandmother. Besides that, nothing else happened. We were deemed as a slow bunch, but better be meticulous now than being helpless miles from shore.

Technology amazes me. A single copper cable goes blink blink, and you get data. You shoot the same microwaves you use to cook your chicken into space, you get communications. BORING BORING BORING. I will not hit backspace today to change my rambling topcis. I call this free bloging. Something that no one reads.

Bugis Junction is a nice place. You must come here if you're in Singapore. It's not preppy. It's reasonable, and there's lots of variety for my tiny tiny wallet. (1 SG is 2.3ringgit). Bought a ringer T which says "always look at the bright side of life" something I should remind myself of more often. Had a burger from KFC, insisted that I wanted to collect the burger from the guy instead of getting the damn burger sent to my seat. Don't as ask me why. Can't be bothered to explain.

Tonite we're supposed to walk down Geylang. Now, geylang is the red light district of singapore, where most of it's workers are from China. Gorgeous I tell you. It's a perfect place for a good cardio workout. The last time I went there, I spent 4 hours walking round and round the place. No, I don't stop for screw, neither will I ever pay for sex. (paying for dinner doesn't count, paying for fine dine maybe). Back to why I am not at Geylang. The guy who is oh so eager to go to Geylang is down with chicken pox. Poor guy. Imagine getting chicken pox at the age of 28! nothing wrong with it. But I always thought chicken pox was a child sickness. I remember half a class of primary school kids getting it at the same time..


Flipping though channels..

I must repeat myself. This hotel sucks. Even the TV channel is limited. NO BBC. NO CNN no MOVIE CHANNELS. NO DISCOVERY CHANNEL???!!!! screw ESPN. screw wachamaycall the other sports channel? nevermind. As you can see, I don't watch sports. I remember surviving on discovery when I was down with dengue last year. I had good company then, I was cared for. Something I'll remember for the rest of my pathetic life. uhuh. you read that right. pathetic.






Had enough of typing. I was asked. Why is there no pictures on this blog? reason is, I don't know how to upload pictures. Maybe I'll try later. Maybe.


The blog stops here. I am going to bed. Good nite.

Piggy's little helper

PENGUMUMAN KHAS!

Thanks to Liz, my web helper extraordinaire, for adding the umn, comment window. Liz will help me out linking my crap of a blog. So readers ( i must assume there is more than 1) expect better interactivity with this oh so boring blog.

sekian harap maklum.
ASSalamulaikum. Shalom. Tiger Beer. Whatever.

My abstract sense of humour.

Some you have seen this as I have sent it out in an email, during one of those boring days sitting my ass down in Jalan Perak.

enjoy. hope this tickles you....

(actual email sent to a group of pple)

To those to appreciate my twisted sense of humour and amusement.


We often think that the world revolves around us and our Blessed country(feel that sarcasm?), being 48 years old this year, (the country that is) Let's take a moment to experience a simple cross culture conversation, as i would like to call it...

Makes you realise how stereotype/ignorant Malaysians are. Ok, maybe those who's never stepped out of the country.. (namely myself)

Below is a casual conversation with a Japanese girl which i found to be quite amusing.. Yes, I have a weird sense of humour. Darn. Maybe I should start blogging and make it look like i am preparing a report for work! :)





q says:hie, good morning
xxxx says:typhoon is coming today
xxxx says:I like it because when it gets bad, we can go home early
q says:oh no.. hey. u sound pretty calm about it..
q says:sheesshh maannn , gtg soon breakfast buddy just came in...
xxxx says:you don't have anything like that?
xxxx says:okay
xxxx says:you go
q says:enjoy ur typhoon..nope no typhoon.. just the occasional godzilla attacks downtown KL
xxxx says:be carefull not to get stepped on
xxxx says:ttyl


What i got out from that brief conversation:
Typhoons are good. They are not the destructive force of nature as depicted by CNN and BBC.

What she got from the conversation:
KL, like Tokyo, has random Godzilla attacks, and KLites are a lazy bunch. They have breakfast during office hours.

Great way to start your day..... Now i need a msn buddy from Spain, then i can say we have el toro bulldozing the streets of Jalan Perak.

Cheers!
Q,

an idle mind is a devil's playground. Ok, abit harsh... An idle mind is the cause of all mischief . it's the "chiak par bo su cho/ chiak par bo sai pang" syndrome.

Electromagnetic wave propagation basics

One of the many topics we covered during my training. It was fun, until we had lunch and until I picked up the habit of looking at my watch when it came closer to 4pm. One thing which I have to voice out. That office needs more network points. Currently, there's only one. One LONE access point.

I shall not bitch in this blog. Things look good, although I may not be able to get my phone pass customs via DHL. This country is a company. Lots of red tape, but it works.

Got disconnected from my MSN today. I find that rude... very unusual of me to just go offline without saying goodbye to a few important people.. No names please..



Went to the gym for a bit today. Crew cut made my face look rounder. 2 people commented on that. I am keeping count. Thanks T, Thanks LC. It's back to low carb diet again. Funny how my scale show a steady figure of xxkgs. I have big bones. A doctor's son once told me. Ok, fine. I had a second opinion, my bones are rather large. I am short. Bah. Well, atleast that would keep pneumotorax away. By the way, I didn't spell that right.

My blog will read like a Himbo-fied entry today. Since my anger and mild depression has subsided for today..

I shall....
-do some pushups
-do some situps
-take a shower
-hmn.. shorts or pants? Shorts lah. warm nite.
-meet my mates for dinner.
-come back to 1704 and complete my claim form. I need the dosh
-go on MSN, hopefully some important people will be online. People are important when they make you smile :)


I shall not..
-I shall not do what I should not. Indulge, you only live once.
-OK LA, I shall not finish my rice :p
-Contradict my sorry ass so often. hahaha

Buter tlepon bimbit 3g

I took the liberty to title my blog in LOCAL language. Got that 3G phone which a pal bought at factory price. He works there. No more details. That would get him into trouble. Well. It's a different make from my current phone, and it took quite a while for me to figure out how to send an SMS. And, I know I was supposed to read through the manual. But i'll let my dad do it pass on the knowledge to me. Afterall, that phone is for him. Bought my beloved daddy a phone, since he never spoils himself with simple luxuries.

I am feeling sentimental right now. No, it's not because Siti Norhaliza is on Tv3. ( i've got no astro in Singapore) Not that I have a choice...........
I think I have the coolest set of parents anyone can ask for. My dad is perpetually blur. And my mom is a buddy. My sister and I would tease her quite often, and at times, my dad would join in.. it's wholesome family fun. Ok-lah. we get quite a bit of teasing as well.... All's fair in love ,war and the teasing game :)

Hang on while I change channels....
Better.


Today I checked into a hotel which I am going to stay in for the next 11 nights. I am usual excited when I come to Singapore. But this trip is different. The regular hotel is fully booked, and I am placed in a different one. It's decent, but I miss the luxury of the regular one.

This room is missing
1. a real tv remote control(this one is attached to the side table)
2. a safe
3. a queen size bed
4. the ambience of a 4 star
5. the luxury of being 5 minutes away from Raffle's and Clarke Quay
6. my regular conciarge guys
7. my club floor babe who makes me coffee

Let's look at the bright side of this room now shall we? This room has
1. 24 hour shopping mall called Mustapha
2. Alot of indian nationals
3. Alot of indian nationals
4. Little india (explains the vast numbers of indian nationals)
5. rude potter
6. receptionist who apparently does not know anything
7. bad breakfast ( I heard, yet to try it tomorrow)



Tomorrow I'll get my arse down to the base. We have training, something I am really looking forward to. Learn your spacetrack boys, get mobilized and get down and dirty.

Which reminds me, I have some pre-training material which i should go through. Can't afford to look dumb tomorrow. Oops. I've neglected my msn buddy. Better get back to her as well.

FYI: Buter tlepon bimbit 3g = buta telefon bimbit 3G = don't know how to use a 3g cellphone = em sek yung 3g tian wa = pu hui yong 3g tian hwa = beh hiaw yong 3g tian wa = no entiendo operationes telefono 3g = Sik pandei pakai tlepon 3g

All transalation were done adhoc. No referals used. Man I am multi lingual. Self praise is no praise. =)

The power to kill

Be selfish, be in denial, be self absorbed and watch the people around you die. Can you really kill a person by doing that? You can apparently. To think I almost did. Scarry stuff I tell you. I am all that above. Selfish, yes.. I don't give two shits about anyone else. I am constantly in denial, I wouldn't know a good thing if it happends to me (even afer a few times) and the only person that matters to me is my family, myself and my work, which keeps me sane. Once, my friendster read " Hurt my family, and I'll kill yours" Which I think I am capable of now.



I am not happy. I haven't been happy for quite a while, and I am prepared to stay this way. The only joy I get now is being able to lock to a bird, execute the job, get a sign off and head home to loneliness. It works for me. Better stay at a flat line of pissy-ness than being in a emotional roller coaster.

Chase for thrills. It's dramatic. Everyone loves a drama, and it keeps you occupied for a while. IT'S WRONG AND IT'S SICK. I do it. Why? Don't ask. I like getting cuts and see how much it hurts. I like pleasing her, whoever it is. I like the abuse, I like to be put aside when they are done. I love being bitched behind my back, I get a kick out of it. Ironic when you sit in my car, I am prepetually tuned to Lite and Easy, singing along about the wonders of love, when in reality, I despise it.

Give in. Give it. Try it. Failure is noble, learn from it and improve. Put your metal to the test. Metal, the 70% of my heart. 10%, the scars that reminds me how painful it was to fall in love. The other 20%? Hot air.

I just commented today(exactly 2 hours ago). my emotional state is in total chaos. I will continue running. Why bother stopping to fix it up? It's a waste of time anyways. My world has crumbled, I am not bothered to rebuild it anytime soon.

My job is to please them

To which I responded, "WHAT?" then it occured to me, We all live to please. Seriously. We please others without even knowing it. "Bodek" or KISS ARSE in Malay is synonym with the cooporate world. It can get you to places you can never imagine. (this includes waking up to the person who signs your claims)But I am not so sure about keeping you there....

Not a good habit I must say. But you have to Bodek the people who pays your bills.(NO, not your parents, you lucky bast***) Customers. They are always right, sadly. How many times have you gone off-course to please them? How many times have you put on a "senyuman boyak" and say "Yes", "Sure it can be done", "No problem" when in fact, deep down you think "This is total crap", "It can never be done".......


Hotel staff smiles fade off after 1.5seconds. Don't believe me? take note the next time you speak to one in Malaysia. They go "Hello Sir" Followed by an ear to ear smile. Turn your back at them, then wait 1.5 seconds. Observe. Now you see it. Now you don't

The bravest attempt I've heard (which failed anyways) of getting a girl's phone number happened recently.This should not be attempted, well, Not here, as far as with the LOCALS here is concerned...

Guy checks into hotel. Receptionist greets with a 1.5seconds crocodile smile. Receptionist gives guy to fill up form. Guy leaves contact number blank. Receptionist kindy reminds him. "Can I have your number". To which, guy quickly answered back, as if it was a practiced speech "Can I have yours?" OH MY GOSH. I was like... damn. Either you're suave and quick. Or....he has balls the size of a, umn. tennis ball. I am not an expert in the opposite sex. Infact I am a total failure. But HECK, atleast I know lines like these WILL NOT work here. NOT TO A LOCAL at least....

Talking about phone numbers, I just got a call from Duck. Duck is a buddy of someone I went out with. Duck is officially now my buddy. Considering she has been forgotten by that other party one to many times. Let's not talk about this.....


Feel like watching a movie. What's good? I'll think of something and not do it tomorrow. That's just so typically me. Make plans and bail on them... always. So if I ever ask anyone out, I might just forget or throw a really lame excuse just because I don't feel like it anymore. "my housemate's bitch ate me" Go figure.

Can't freaking stand these East Coast Mozzies.. they are vicious i tell you. Is donating blood a good way to loose weight? Shut up. don't answer. My dad's a "LO KUN" and my mom's a "MI SI". Don't insult the son.