February 2010 is here.

Geez… look at that… August has gone by so fast.

Finally I upgraded to the current WordPress 2.9.2 after so so long. And I took the opportunity to change the whole theme too. Nice? It still need a lot of work though.
I have not been blogging for so long that I am thoroughly oxidized. My fingers are still nimble on the keyboards mind you, just like the way Chinese cured dried pork sausages dances in a wok of bloody hot oil. The problem is with my brain. I pauses and stare blankly at my new 23″ Samsung LCD monitor at every 10th of a word. It irritates me a lot. No, not at the 23″ Samsung LCD monitor but at the pace my brain is working to try and string up sentences.

The clock just struck 12. Bed time is near.
I am hungry now, though I had 3 bowls of sweet potato porridge for dinner. And knowing that I have 2 delicious homemade dumplings freezing their asses off in my refrigerator at this moment just make the rebana’s play even louder. The gasing’s will soon come into play if I keep harboring these thoughts. I have to keep reminding myself that it is for tomorrow’s dinner and not for supper. Argh.

Ok. Let me talk about something else. My CNY. Mmm… not too 1Malaysia? How about Lunar New Year? Fine. My LNY.
My hometown in particular have to endure water rationing during the LNY celebration period, when everyone goes back home to their families for joyous, riotous and sometimes restless moments. Why couldn’t the Jabatan Bekalan Air folks be a bit more sensitive and also be blesses with some foresight on the low water level issue? This is not the first time this is happening to us during this festive season. They could have foreseen this might happen, then they should have done some rationing earlier, print out notices in the papers earlier instead of doing it 2-3 days beforehand. The freaking weather offers no solace in calming anyone at all. And you morons have to do the water rationing. Pukimak bodoh.

On the eve of LNY, after the reunion dinner, during TV and catching up sessions, the power went out. Total darkness in my grandma’s house. No lights, no tv, no fan, no mood. The jokers from Tenaga Nasional Berhad wants a piece of the action and would not let the Jabatan Bekalan Air clowns have all the fun. We kept calling their help line and could not get through at all. It was around 11.25pm. We dialled and redialled but to no avail. Finally my uncle managed to get through the automated receptionist and he has to take a waiting number. #78. He too gave up. The only consolation was that only a few selected houses ushered in the LNY in total darkness, because the neighbours have electricity. They were watching their tele and eating watermelon under their KDK fans. We were fucked because we were on different power grids. We had stars, fireworks and “kong miin” lanterns to light our time under the night sky. Besides the jokers from TNB having a good time, the mosquitoes too had a feast. Power came back on at 1.30am. My hooray was shortlived as my dad called and said our house suffered power cut too. And yes, other neighbours have power. We were once again fucked because we are on a different power grid. Conspiracy!!! KNN!
We called and their van came. The technicians said that no one complained at all so they did not come. They wanted to come into our home to check. Hell no. This was their ploy to get some red packets. Bastards. We could see through you although it’s very dark and it’s 2am you punk. Then an uncle came over. He too complained in their face. They drove off and the uncle followed them on his motorbike. Chugging loudly behind them, pressuring them with each throttle in the dark moonless night. Guess what audacity they have. The excuse they gave. Haha… The first van came and they said they could not do anything because the guy with the ladder is not around. So they waited. The ladder came. But alas, the guy who is suppose to go up the ladder has not arrived yet. And the waiting game continues.
Power came back on at 5am. Bodoh.

Hey I manage to fend of the hunger for the dumplings. I relived the days of my screwed up LNY. Of course am not hungry now, the anger fills my tummy. It’s time to sleep now. Inhale deeply. Hold. Exhale. Relax.

Housemates Wanted

For those of you who are patiently waiting for the follow up to The Third House From The Right, I hope I did get you all a bit more irritated and annoyed with the wait and unrelated posts. Haha… yes I am secretly or rather openly enjoying this. But I do thank you all for the patience and interest. My bro also commented positively on my writing. Ooo. Thanks.

Anyway, honestly I have not yet sat down with the two ex-housemates to get some more details of how they feel after moving out for the third week. Or has it been more than that. One wonders. What’s more, I am now urgently looking for people to be my new housemates. No way am I going to scare any potentials away. Any of you knows friends who are looking for place to stay in Kelana Jaya area? Seriously.

I am now in a situation where SY and I need to fork out extra RM300 next month for the rental. The two fellows have really put us in a bind now. It’s already the 15th and this sucks. Please ask around for me. Nope I am not interested in any dramatic character. I am not in a mood to hear how your back hair, armpit hair, pubic hair or any follicle related matter that stands up. I want a normal housemate. Make it a double.

I am considering to discontinue the post until I find someone new to move in. Yes, I am serious about this-lah.

Skiing in Malaysia?

Received a friend request in Facebook from someone who is planning to setup an indoor ski field in Malaysia. It’s in proposal and crossing finger stage for now. It got me wondering, where will the location be? Prime location or some ulu area? Will there be snow? I have never been to a country with four seasons let alone ski. The idea seems fun. Supposedly a blog has been setup too but it’s not being revealed yet. Everything is still under wraps. We will see how it goes ya.

Lizten Up.

Sad. To be brought down by such underhand tactics. When it does not really matters.
She could have tried the “It looked like me. It sounds like me. But am not sure if it’s me.” Get 2 experts in for verification.

Nah… she bloody well know it’s a waste of time. Morons would take that path to further delay the reckoning that was to be. The 2 experts would feel so idiotic. I know I would. 5 minute spent on the poor quality video would be enough to reach a crystal clear conclusion. I expect they get ridiculous amount of money for being expert on that case. Come to think of it, what ever really happened.

I wonder what else her nemesis have up their sleeves or was it really an act of a spiteful ex. What did he gained from exposing his previously treasured personal artifacts. To shame her when all his blackmails for money and sexual favors got turned down? To gloat when he sees close ups of his ex splashed across the local prints when he walk pass the friendly neighborhood vendor? Is that suppose to earn him pats on the backs and get free rounds of beers among his peers? Free flow of peanuts and “You are the man!” shout outs? Talk about sleeping with the enemy or musuh di dalam selimut or similar crap. Or is there a hidden agenda? Where is the big picture? I am not liking the shit the media feeds me. Or is the media themselves being fed crock load of shit? Apparently the voice of the people accounts for very  little things. Power of the people being silenced slowly. Now we know what they do day in day out. It’s good as anybody’s guess.

It seems using the sex channel, many outspoken individuals in this country are being ousted and backbenched. Sensational. Truly front page materials. No other pressing matters at hand than showing pictures of people sleeping? If you badly want to enjoy photos of respected individual a clown sleeping shamelessly at international conventions and important meets there are so much out there. Ridiculous and utterly disappointing. Wonder if the leaders of other countries took photos and MMS to their ministers and family for a instant good laugh. I would place bets on how long it took for the clown to fall asleep. Pukimak-lah. Enough said.

Lastly, motherfucker, great job for taking the photos ya. Spend the money wisely. Times are bad. And don’t forget to share the story of your magnanimous deed another 30 years down the road with your grandchildren sitting on your fragile old bones with your dick playfully tracing their tender derriere crack line. Bastard. Hey if you do have your own children, make sure you tastefully capture nude incriminating Kodak moments of them when they are young and innocent… document till they are old enough to question your actions. Take it as an insurance policy where you can blackmail and threaten them when they want to send you away to senior citizen’s garden or force you to sit away from the dining table and use a coconut shell for a bowl.

Sweetness Of Doing Nothing

I had a long holiday. 8 days plus. Spent it at home of course. It was Chinese New Year, so it was, I think. The atmosphere is getting thinner. Celebration of the Lunar New Year seems to be waning… it’s like sitting on a reclining chair set at 150 degrees. A little more then it will go flat.

Did not meet up with any friends at all this year, and none of us organized any too. Only the one who came back from Singapore asked to meet up. Guess everyone wanted to stay home and away from crowds this year. Managed to meet up with 4 friends the night before I got back to the city.

I think the long holidays is just too long. If holidays meant staying indoors and at home. Shall consider hauling my ass to somewhere next year if I have a long CNY holiday for a day or two.
I had too much computer, TV and sitting around. The long hours spent on gambling hurts my back but I won. When we made it to the table my luck dwindled. I lost what I won. Easy comes easy goes. Poof!

Nearly 2 weeks off the rocks makes me a dull boy. Am feeling lethargic. My lazy bone starts to repopulate. A good thing though is that the corn on my toe is getting better. I already started running again, once. Just about 3km. My muscles are a little sore now. But it feels comforting. Neglected my running shoes for more than 3 months. Should have dealt with the corn bastard earlier. It looks ugly. I first bought a lotion for corn and a pumice from Scholl. It worked like… crap. Expensive and yields no result. Shit decision for taking the painless way. I think it might even aggravated it and made it worst. Then I sought the use of corn plaster. And assumed just sticking it on is enough. I ignored the direction to cut away at the white skin and clip at the monster. Naturally my assumption led to further fuck ups. It bloody hurts by now. Soon I was on my second pack of corn plaster that I started cutting away. It did not hurt that much when I clipped and peeled away the flapping dead skin. Shit hit the fan when I move in for the bullseye. Scraping and partly digging at the infected area was not a fun thing to do. Having it grow at the bottom of your big toe and bending over for a long period of time hurts the inner thigh, back and neck. The hole you get after each excavation just keep my spirits hollow. Thank goodness the increase cutting and scraping with the third pack seems to be working much much better.

Right now I am wearing my Inov8 with my backpack sitting patiently behind me. Me going to get me some fresh air this weekend. Me is excited about it but me think the 10 hour train ride is a bummer. Hope this trip will be worthwhile of my 20 hour train ride. The bag is heavy. I packed several light pieces of clothing but brought quick a lot of food in the form of Snickers and Nature Valley bars. Let’s see, I have :

  • 3 regular Snicker bars
  • 12 mini Snicker bars
  • 12 Nature Valley bars (8xPeanut, 2xCinnamon Apple and 2xHoney Oats)
  • 2 Maggi Cup Noodles (least nutrition but got it for the taste only)
  • 1 Ayam Brand Chilli Tuna
  • 2 Instant Nestum Packet
  • 1 Pack of Glucolin
  • 1 Pack of Organic Protein
  • 1 Bottle of mixed Vitamins
  • 1 Packet of Salt (in case there are leeches)
  • 3 bottles of Brands Chicken Essence
  • 1 Vaude Sleeping Bag
  • 1 Set Mess Tin, Spoon and a pair of bamboo chopstick
  • 1 FavourLight Luxeon Rebel 90
  • 1 First Aid Kit (Plaster, Charcoal Pills, Panadols, Deep Heat, Counter Pain, Ho Yan Hor, Scissors, Nail Clipper, Finger Tape, Safety Pin and etc)
  • Toiletries
  • 1 long pants, 2 shorts, 4 boxers, 1 hand towel, 4 tshirts, 2 singlet and 3 pairs of socks. 1 jacket too.
  • 1 Lowe Alpine backpack
  • 1 daypack
  • 1 Canon camera (don’t think the battery it will last for 2 days)
  • 1 Sea to Summit Dry Sack
  • 1 3litre Camelbak Hydration Reservoir

Basically that’s it.

Am leaving for Dabong, Kelantan tonight with 27 strangers. Well I met the organizers before once when I went for the Gunung Irau, Cameron Highlands hike last year. Tamil and YY. But did not talk much with them. As for the others, blank. Well, that’s part of the fun right?

I suppose it will be a bit hard for me this time because I have not been running or hiking for 3-4 months. No endurance and low fitness level. Oh yeah…

Da Da Da Da Da Dum

Caught myself humming to a familiar tune. Did not realize what it was before my colleague asked why am I so happy about. It was nothing in particular and I asked him whether he knew what song it was. And so I hummed louder. He shrugged his shoulders. I added in the “poot poot” for good measure and instantly he remembers. Nah… here is the song.

Lyrics:
Oh I’m Popeye the Sailor Man
I’m Popeye the Sailor Man
I’m strong to the finich
‘Cuz I eats me spinach
I’m Popeye the Sailor Man

[backup singers]
He’s Popeye the Sailor Man
He’s Popeye the Sailor Man
He’s strong to the finich
‘Cuz he eats his spinich
He’s Popeye the Sailor Man

I’m one tough gazookas
That hates all palookas
That ain’t on the up and square
I biffs ’em and buffs ’em
And always out-roughs ’em
And none of ’em gets nowheres.

[backup singers]
If anyone dass’es to risk his fisk
It’s boff and it’s wham unnerstan’

So keep good behavior
That’s your one lifesaver
With Popeye the Sailor Man

[backup singers]
He’s Popeye the Sailor Man
He’s Popeye the Sailor Man
He’s strong to the finich
‘Cuz he eats his spinich
He’s Popeye the Sailor Man

[backup singers]
Popeye…Popeye…Popeye!
Popeye the Sailor Man!

A song written by Harry Nilsson which encouraged my spinach eating years.

Overclick.

8th January 2009.
Brought new mouse to work.

I am doing a test to see how long this mouse will last me. Am suspecting it is being abused after working hours. The previous mouse I brought from home has gone bonkers. And it served me well at home till now.

End Of The Year

It’s already the end of 2008.
I suffered so many bombings, that even the strongest bomb shelter would have caved in. The first one went off on 22nd November and the last one to officially go off was on Christmas day itself. In that one month span, I was served 8 red bombs. With one being a green one.
Too much of wedding dinners for me. Too much of joyous celebration with shark fins, prawns, chickens and fish with the occasional appearances by abalone and fresh scallops.
Anyway I would like to express my heartiest congratulations again to all the newly weds. Congrats!
Already I have one set for April and one in June next year. Gee wheez I can’t wait. Am sure I would have recovered by then.

Oh and the other thing… having a corn or chicken eye (cantonese translation) growing on the toe hurts like a bitch. I can’t walk properly let alone run. Been shying away from outdoor activities for a while now and am feeling sick. I need to get out in the sun. Tried using a liquid solution from Scholl and it did not seem to work. My brother recommended me to get a plaster type medication with a Carnation in front. I have to wait to see the results. Another 4+ days to go. Let’s hope I make the eye go blind.

And go give BFM 89.9 a listen to. I am loving it so far although the songs seems to be too repetitive but the content they are delivering is good. Am sleepy now. Time to go.

From Pup To Pulp

Am in a bloody lousy mood.
I just lost  RM180 just like that. The bloody dog chewed on it. Gone… my power adaptor gone. Dead.
Feel like kicking it and hearing it yelp. Argh.

What rotten luck. Wonder if any compensation would be made to me or will it passes me by.
Can I pummel the fellow and bury her head in? Argh.