2010 New Year Resolution

Dear bloggie,

Here is my 2010 New Year Resolutions:

1. Gain around 2.5kg of muscle
   (GROW Chest! GROW!)


2. Improve hamstring and hip flexibility


3. Run a half marathon


4. Run x5 10K


5. Try to clock a 10K under 1 hour


6. Try out atleast 3 new hobbies and don't go NATO on one of it


7. Revive Penang Annual Trip


8. Sort out my career path


9. Break into the 1600 rating in chess.com
   (Any noobs wanna challenge me, come find me, my nick "morau")


10. Read complete a book I had not finish reading since college
    (This is perhaps the most pending thing I have dragged)


11. Try land a date
    (1 year 1 date, people can't say I no try)


12. Blog less, do more

2009 Reflection

Dear bloggie,

So here the reflection for 2009:

2009 Resolutions:

• Pursue atleast one hobby and not go NATO on it
  I consider my GYMing as a successful thing I have yet to NATO


• Exercise more
  Refer above


• Quit/Reduce drinking alcohol
  Yes, Reduce drinking ALOT de. Alcohol is not the answer.


• Start to read books again
  The only books I read still in online mangas... -_-'


• Revive annual Penang trip
  Ultimate NATO of 2009


• Listen to more music
  Tough call, have to say comparable to 2008 onli


• Blog more than this year (Word count and Blog entry count)
  Yes, more b*tch entries and b*tch words tis year. Almost triple compared to 2008


• Try to live life more than I did this year
  Ya, almost die trying to live more too...


• Hope less
  With one hope this year, continue living as a freelancer... Indeed hope less de


• Figure out a better path/goal that this current list for 2010
  Still pending, lets see how if I can squeeze enuff creative juice to patch together a better resolution today...

Uncertainty

Dear bloggie,

Just attended a killer yoga class... Can really die... My leg twist till sore.

Anyway, 2009 draw closer to closure. My career meanwhile is getting more and more uncertain... Projects just keep dropping like flies recently...

I will be doing a review of my 2009 new year resolution and post my new 2010 resolution tomolo later....

Maybe it's time I change my 2009 wishlist too...

65kg Fat@$$ Pushup

Dear bloggie,

In my attempts to break my plateau in the no. of pushups I can do, I attempted this 70kg fat@$$ pushups. It been quite sometime already being stuck at 8 reps pushups. So I decided to ram up the workout today. I grab x2 5kg dumbbells and threw them into my backpack and do pushup while wearing this backpack. Struggled to even complete 6 reps... Had to throw away 1 dumbbell to reach the ideal weight for me to do 8 reps. Felt an extra soreness in my chest.

Yes, yes... I finally decided it's time to change my workout from the workout every body part x3 a week to workout 2 muscle group a day, 3 times a week schedule. Monday is my breast chest & triceps day, Wed my lats & biceps day and finally Fri my legs & shoulders day. The new workout shown some promising soreness especially for my biceps and shoulders. Triceps workout still lacking the post workout soreness I yearn for.

As for weight, my weight drop back to 60-61kg. T_T Still skinny runt...

Got thought of increasing my steroids protein powder intake but decided against it as I don't want to have too heavy dependency on it.

Anyway, MFR was b*tchin to me on MSN on how many his company colleague was throwing the letter to da man. Oddly, it sorta reminds me of my own experience on such matter. Sometimes it feels like having a part of yourself getting chipped off, especially when it's a close colleague. Once they are gone, who knows how many year before you can see them again. If things doesn't go right, you might never see them again.

Guess work colleagues are just like friends, a parcel in life. Quoting a Buddhism phrase "Every meeting is destined to have a parting".

Creep K

Dear bloggie,

How I celebrated post Xmas...



She's RUNNING out again
She's RUNNING out
She RUN RUN RUN RUN ...
RUN... RUN...

Experience the syok sendiri as MFR during singing K with MFR and Suke. Believe it or not, MFR & I actually sang this song x3 just so we can scream our lungs out at the RUN part...

Silent Night

Dear bloggie,

Just finish eating my silent dinner... Yea, this is perhaps the most silent xmas eve. A nice contrast compared to last year xmas...

A recap of last year Xmas eve...



So what did I had for this silent Xmas eve dinner?

Tada...



Yea, one of the few dishes I can cooked. Today I'm trying out the San Remo's Spiral Vegeroni which is suitable for slackers like me who want some vegetables in their pasta but are too lazy to prepare the vegetables. This vegeroni pasta has some mix of tomato, spinach, (some other vege)... inside. For sauce meanwhile, I decided to try out Prego's Mushroom sauce.

Cooking pasta in my opinion is quite as easy as cooking Maggi Mee. Just boil water at the stove and dump in the pasta in the smoking hot pot. Let it shimmer awhile (depends on pasta type & personal preference). Finally you drain the water and put the sause ontop of the pasta. I did a minor change by draining abit of the water and dumping the sauce into the pot with the pasta for a few minutes to get the pasta to absorb some of the sauce.

End result:



The pasta abit too soft, probably overcook it. Sauce meanwhile too watery, didn't drain out enough water. But still edible... Actually taste more balanced compared to my pasta + scramble eggs combo.

Experiment #13

Dear bloggie,

Out of curiosity and mainly coz I f*ckin bored... I think of a lame experiment to do. I ponder how would people respond when a "old" friend of theirs suddenly pops this question in facebook at around 2am...

"Yoyo, So late still no sleep? Stop watching p0rn liao la... Time to sleep deh"

I tested this on 2 subjects yesterday, one LOLed me while another totally ignored me (I suspect he thinks I'm a nutcase). I think I wanna test on more people see how human response. Typically in an experiment, u have a hypothesis... So my hypothesis is most people will tend to give me the "LOL" then gimme the "Piss off, I busy watching p0rn now, dun kah kah ciao ciao" treatment. Lets see how accurate my hypothesis is.

But my best hope is I managed to randomly get one of those "virgins" that would feed me the line "Yeaaaaagghhh!!!". How amusing would that be...

Last Xmas

Dear bloggie,

~Last Xmas I posted this song
~But the very next day, no one bother to read that entry
~This year, to save me from boredom
~I'll posted it up here again

Pre Monk Xmas Bash

Dear bloggie,

Yea, the pre monk xmas bash is over. Quite lame. First of all, with Suke going gungho at Tesco, we ended up buying WAY TOO MUCH ingredient for our steamboat. Alot of left overs... After steamboat, we play poker with Suke going drunk mode again from drinking BEER!? due to a side bet with Acapan. I was forced to involve myself in this side bet in place of Suke as Acapan was quite adamant on the "Loser need bottoms down" rule. Ended up forced to drink 1 1/2 cup of tiger beer... Ugh... Quite Indeed a f*ckin boring bash, 4 bachelor monks eating and drinking beer while playing poker... Somehow I feel f*ckin depressed. Still got tons of crap in my fridge left over from yesterday bash, and Suke still KOed at the sofa.

Lonely Xmas

Dear bloggie,

The royal circus has just left the house... Yea, home alone right now...

Damn, raining season right now... Always rain on evening when I wanna go jogging... Sienz...

Bakau@Yoga

Dear bloggie,

Yes, finally the monk has step into a yoga class.

Overall, the poses just like Balance yoga poses. Major difference is the probably the tempo of executing the pose. In Balance follow music, in Yoga follow breath. Inhale do pose 1, Exhale do pose 2, Inhale do pose 3, ... , u get the picture. I find it more difficult to do, maybe cause I not used to the long & deep breathing required to do these poses. Some of the poses also more difficult to do, my ankle still aching after doing a particular pose. Since this whole month no pilates class, will substitute with yoga class instead.

Kiva memories

Dear bloggie,

Behold the most bizzare henshin in Kamen Rider history:



And the most bizzare dance yet...

I feel like a loser

Dear bloggie,

I just came back from the gym feeling like a complete loser... Why? Cause again, I burnt around 300+ calories running 30+ minutes in the damn treadmill only for it to be counter balanced by eating a goddamn meal in Kenny Rogers with Suke.

That however isn't the main reason why I feel like a complete loser though. The main reason I feel so is cause while I was running on the treadmill, the TV infront of me was showing "Asia Biggest Loser". Wat a fucked up reality TV show! Ok, for starters I always wondered why they have the word Loser in this show title. I mean, fat people aren't necessary losers. It turns out, the word Loser is not referring to the loser that can be used to describe me, but rather lose weight loser. After all they crown the winner "Biggest Loser". What so farked up bout seeing this show:

1. I hate majority reality TV show, Survivor, American Idol, Malaysia Idol, India Idol, Bangala Idol, America Next Top Model, Malaysia Next Ciplak Model, The Apprentice, etc... All f*ckin fake. I meant, what kinda retarded idiots would gloat their backstab scheme infront of the goddamn camera.

2. Watching one of this BIG LOSERS lose an average of 6-14kg, while u struggling to lose abit of fat is very VERY demoralizing.

3. Watching a LOSER lose 6kg and crying cause lose not enough to win the challenge is in simple english "Sick". You here to lose weight and get a better lifestyle or to win this bloody stupid contest? All those noble reason these LOSERS give when they are asked "Why do you want to join this contest". Just a farked up version of a beauty contest...

4. Lame reason to vote someone out. "Your strong, that why I vote u out. Coz I know u can continue your effort to lose weight outside this contest." Mondo garbage, common la... As if she won't watch this episode where you scheming and talking cock on wanna gang up on voting her out with ur allies infront of the damn camera.

5. This is the main reason I feel like a farking loser right now. Watching other people exercise on TV while I myself is exercising. I can accept if I watching a bunch of sexy chicks doing aerobics in the TV la, but a bunch of overweight people!? Holy Shit! Godlike!

To end this entry, since I had Kenny Rogers, here is a classic piece from the man that's name is used as a franchise to sells chickens:

Home Alone

Dear bloggie,

My parents are going on vacation to Aussie to catch my sister's grad ceremony next week. That means for the first time in almost 15+ years, I will again be Home Alone.



Yeehaaww... Time to PARTY!!!

Loneliness

Dear bloggie,

Oh, raised the alarm... Call Oprah... Built a great wall of China...

Yea, there was this article in The Star today tat state according to research, blablabla... Loneliness can be transmitted!?

Ok, time out. I was like WTF!? when I saw this article. The question that immediately pops up after reading this article was, "Did I transmit my loneliness to my monk group, or them to me?" Me think a little bit of both...

So let me show you the meaning of being lonely...

XMas is coming to town

Dear bloggie,

Yea, yea, yea... The "Merry" and "Jolly" mood is already in town. Already checked out Bukit Tinggi Jusco & Midvalley, both already have Xmas decoration. Went to Midvalley this afternoon, damn crowded even at 3pm! WTF!? Why everybody so lazy no work go lepak in mall instead one, tiu... I always enjoy walking in Mall solo especially when got special occasion, sorta reminds me what a farked up loner I am...

A recap on my previous years Xmas,

2006 and below, Hibernate through Xmas.
2007, I celebrate Xmas on countdown at The Curve.
2008, I celebrate Xmas by boozing till I puke.
2009, ???

So with 2 weeks to go, I'm still trying to figure out wtf I wanna do this Xmas. Should I continue doing depressingly depressing things this Xmas or should I instead just sleep through it? For most people, Xmas is the very jovial celebration where u spend the day with ur loved ones, but for single kuh leng leng slackers like me, the most eventful it can get is "Sharing lonely drink with male friends"... Really sad case... Heck, even real monks in temple can celebrate Xmas with other monks... Maybe I can join them celebrate Xmas. Imagine, a bunch of monks and a balding slacker boozing and singing karaoke on Xmas eve night!

I wished GSC, TGV or watever cinema would held a Lord of the Rings Marathon on Xmas eve. That would be a nice way for me to waste that holy night.

Past Notion

Dear bloggie,

They say we are what our surrounding forms us into. If that's is true, then I must say the first significant outer thing that made me into such a twisted fark must be a particular essay I read in a SPM English workbook which ends with this:

"Can't remember my name, can't remember what I'm living for?"

I really wished I could publish that awesome essay but I can't find it online. Funny how I can still remember that piece of work. I never sorta liked English especially reading lame@$$ boring essays to prepare for essay writting but this was 1 of 2 essay I really held with respect. And the ending which really left a presence that makes one ask the same question.

Ban Fried Chicken

Dear bloggie,

Ugh, I'm declaring a self imposed ban on fried chicken from any fast food outlet. I just demolish a XXL Crispy Chicken from Shihlin Taiwan Street Snacks.

Walau, I can't believe my taste bud is feeling is crap. First of all, when I ordered the XXL I was expecting a normal size chicken chop, where know got 2 huge chicken chop instead. Taste ok, but dunno why I feel like VERY OILY. Maybe I been living in my cave for too long de. I last time eat KFC also same thing, taste bud feel like crap after demolishing the fried chicken, later that nite kena stomachache which flush out all this thing...

Worst I before eat just workout cardio burnt around 400 calories, eat these 2 piece of fried chicken, I think balance got +100 calories...

EYD

Dear bloggie,

I think I'm suffering from EYD. Wat is EYD? According to BakaUpedia, EYD is short for "End Year Depression" sickness. It's a seasonal disease that often affects losers that wasted 1 whole year doing nothing but slack at the month of December.

Common signs of EYD is lack of energy, low self esteem, no motivation, no sex drive, laziness, [too lazy to think of other signs, use ur imagination here], etc... Researchers have debated the various causes of EYD but till today is unable to prove the exact cause of this illness. One popular theory on the cause of this sickness is that EYD is an allergic reaction to a genetic "FATSO25DEC" strand apparently is encoded on Santa Claus's DNA, hence on the month of December when Santa is coming to town, this allergic reaction triggers. Another theory is that the word "Merry" and "Happy" actually has a sound effect that serves to disrupt a loser's ear drum, causing disruption to their body function such as hormone inbalance, lower oxygen intake for red blood cells, weakness in brain neurons which results in EYD. Researchers in a case study have proven that losers that hear the word "Merry" and "Happy" more often tend to be ALOT more depressed than those who don't. There is still however no proven evidence on the "Merry" and "Happy" word triggering a disruption in a loser's body. The most absurd theory on the cause of EYD however belongs to self proclaimed monk which is famous for the outburst "WTF!? Niaseng! Kanineh! F*ck a bus! Baka!". This self proclaimed monk claimed that EYD is actually an illusion developed by loser that are already depressed to hide the fact they are depressed all the time to just at the end of the year. What a absurd theory! Why would anyone depressed even bother to do such a thing is beyond my comprehension. Clearly, I mean clearly this self proclaimed monk has never experience depression before...

While most losers dread the EYD, some twisted up f*ck has proclaimed that this illness may not be such a bad thing after all. There been claims that when one falls under EYD, one would suffer depression but at the same time have a burst of creativity. These claim have been ridiculed by many top scientist as "Depressingly stupid excuse to color one's depression as something good". There however has been a study on creative people which revealed that some of the most creative innovation has been done when they are suffering from EYD. For instance, the retrenched clown Ronald McDonald was suffering from EYD when he suddenly came up with the bright idea he could open a fast food restaurant which cons kids into eating his ridiculously unhealthy crap by giving away lame@$$ recycled toys in a the form of a "Happy" Meal. Even Leonardo Da Vinci which also suffers from EYD was said to be jerkin off in the toilet when he came up with the innovative idea that he could paint out his sex fantasy so he can do his business without burdening his brain to create his fantasy in his imagination every time. This particular painting is now one of the most renown and decorated paintings in the world, "Mona Lisa".

As for cure for EYD, most doctors often prescribe "Just wait till Happy New Year la". Other types of modern science cure for EYD are "Happy Pills", "LSD", "Pot" and any type of estacy pills. Eastern medicine meanwhile offers an alternative solution for those suffering from EYD.

"Western medicine no good, what problem also call pop drugs. We in eastern medicine believe in utilizing one's inner chi and energy flow to recover.".

So what does Eastern medicine recommend for those suffering from EYD?

Sex.

"When we having sex, we unconsciously activate all our inner chi-kung and our immune system. Also our heart rate evaluated to around cardio level, hence is good exercise for body. When we exercise, our brain release endorphin, our body's natural happy pill. Natural is best, like when drink milk, best drink from mother milk mah! Besides tat, we will sweat alot also which is good coz it help flush out one's depression."

This treatment however has said to be "contradict" as when one suffers from EYD, one typically has a weak sex drive.

"Aiyo, never heard Viagra one meh? Either that or find more BETTER sinseh la".

I end this entry with a song tat matches my mood now...

No auto pls

Dear bloggie,

I feeling the philosophical blues recently, I decided I wan to dissect this conversation.



Ok, I going for the jugular of the conversation above, Wally's opinion on Andre's work in his workshop which is "strip away purposefulness" aka "To live with not having any particular thing to do". In my opinion, I dun really think Wally opinion is exactly what Andre is trying to do. I think rather, Andre is doing something but he is trying to be "alive".

Now, some would call me nuts. What "alive"? Andre's not dead, so of course he is alive. I am referring to "alive" as in "being conscious while living". Sorta like Andre said, trying to avoid to go into auto pilot mode.

There's is in Japan a practice call zazen meditation, which I think something Wally could probably define as an attempt to do nothing. Now, in zazen, during meditation the practitioner will count his breath. In and out, In and out. The whole intention of the process counting breath is so we focus our whole focus into a single thing, we cut out our thinking, we cut out all the external noise, we only count our breath...

I see this as breathing "lively". Often we breath, it's something automatic that we don't even notice. We shift our focus to our breath to breath with our conscious focus on it. Note, in zazen, we don't try to control the breathing, we just let it come naturally and count it.

We start with something small like counting our breath, then slowly proceed to see, feel, hear, smell our surrounding lively. That I think is what Andre is trying to do, to achieve... To be at the moment, to be there, to be awake...

What is depression?

Dear bloggie,

Watching these youtube videos is making me depressed...





And alternative solution for depression?



I WANNA SMACK THIS DUDE'S HEAD!!! DAMN! I CAN"T SMACK HIS HEAD! I DUNNO WHO OR WHERE THE FUCK HE IS! ARGH!!! I'M DEPRESSED! I NEED TO SLEEP OR LOOK AT A ROSE BUD TO UNDEPRESSED!

Final Fantasy

Dear bloggie,



Seeing tis MV sorta makes me wanna go on a final Final Fantasy marathon... Yea, FF12 is one of those RPG games I have yet to finish, which really is a shame coz the game is really good cept the combat system (either u love it or u f*ckin hate it). We got a steady characters of 1 lala teen male, 1 lala kid male, 1 lala mid-age male pirate, 1 frenchie princess, 1 lapdancer & 1 bunny gal (Everyone luvs bunny gals, Period!).

My remarks based on playing 1/2 way FF12 is the game very Star Wars like... Alot of ke ke kwai kwai races (with exception of bunny gal race). Common, who can't say Van is a Luke Skywalker ripoff. As for Basch & Bunny Gal, they're practically Han Solo & a sexy female wookie with long ears... Ugh... I'm lost for words here... And Princess Leia ripoff, Ashe... The frenchie princess that wears close to nothing, running around hacking and slashing her foes for 9,999 damage... Holy Shit! Can't go wrong with dat formula...

Storywise, I find their approach to focus more outside Van, very refreshing. It really portraits Van as the just a dude that yearns for adventure that got mix in the whole pile of mondo crap dilemma of the other characters. Most FF series tend to focus more on the main character (FF4 to FF10, with exception of FF6) with a typical major plotline quest/story for the NPC.

Maybe I will dig up my PS2 and attempt to complete FF12. It been quite awhile since I really gamed any game. Missed those wild college days, where I can game whole f*ckin night through and sleep in the morning... I wonder why we game less and less as we age... Izt cause we sorta kena brainwash by "Reality" or izt coz we change our game to other type of "game".

Gift

Dear bloggie,

A rather odd thought sorta strike me outta no where while I was doing my *business* in the bathroom just awhile ago. Its amazing really the amount of whacky thoughts that *comes* to me have while I'm showering... Sorta like showering is my way of entering a mentally heighten state where my brains sorta just shuts off and becomes an radio antenna dish which enables me to receives random thoughts, ideas, etc that was floating around me. Anyway, my shower session isn't what I wanted to blog about, but u gotta admit the intro for this entry does sound perverted doesn't it (Business = Shower OK).

The rather odd thought is "What kinda gift was I bless?" The gift I'm talking here is in terms of ability. So I do what I enjoy doing when a question like this pops up in my mind, I bounce it around the walls like a ball. It didn't take much effort in my part to come up with the fact I didn't have the gift of hands (drawing, painting, crafting, playing musical instruments, etc), nor the gift of physical (running, football, super human strength, prince charming face, etc), no gift of personality to boot either (godlike social skill, kind heart, faith to god, role model to society, friendly, etc) & quite sure no gift of mind either (IQ 180, photographic memory, fast learning ability, Einstein mustache, etc). So after the reflection upon the question "What gift was I blessed with", I came up with a big zero.

Then it strike me, my gift is the gift of sight. To clear the air abit, when I state sight here, I'm not referring to those ESP, see the future, etc crap. It's sorta like seeing a movie, then some of the scenes in the movie you see with ur sight will impact u and etched itself into a part of ur personality. That what I mean by gift of sight except the things that impact isn't limited to the movie context, but everything we see, smell, hear, listen, touch & feel. The pop songs I used to listen in the 90s, the mesmerizing sight and sound of raindrops I observe when I was still in kindergarden, my flirtation with death recently, me falling of my tricycle, etc. Those thing seen throught my sight is what I meant. Note what I'm talking about is not just the thing I seen but also through my sight. I put emphasis in my sight as 2 ppl might actually see the same thing but how they see through their sight will ultimately come out differently.

Actually now that I think about it, this is a gift we all been blessed/cursed with. I doubt anyone ACTUALLY knows what I'm b*tchin about since after all I'm trying to express something I seen through my sight...

Lost Quote In Movie

Dear bloggie,

Rewatch "Lost in Translation"...

"The more you know who you are, and what you want, the less you let things upset you."

I probably watch this movie a dozen of times already in total, yet it remains a mystery how I missed this quote during all those times...?



HEY! Lip my stocking! LOL...

Super Duper Progress

Dear bloggie,

Yay! I accomplish yet another major feat in my life. Just weighted myself on the scale, and guess what...

60kg...
Yupe that's right, 60 mother f*cking kgs!!! Awesome! So RAD! Pawnage! GODLIKE!

Actually 60kg sounds f*ckin familiar... Hey, that's my weight when I started my weight training!? WTF?

Damn depressed with my weight... A few weeks ago, it was like a stable 62.5kg, but it suddenly pummel to 61kg and now 60kg.

Weight Gain : 60kg - 60kg = 0kg
% Progress : 0 / 60 x 100 = 0%

Another achievement from the Monk Slacker, 0% progress... Sometimes I wonder what it all means? To always have good hopes that u can practically fly, then suddenly it gets yank from u and u go pummeling down from the skies.

I did both mid intense training and eat 4-5 meals (with some good source of protein) a day and yet, my muscle shrinks instead of grow. I foresee I'm gonna end 2009 with a shitty note in terms of body building, no 2 pack, no chest, no V shape lats, no guns, no weight gain... Another zero... Kudos

Alive?

Dear bloggie,

Just an annoying meaningless grunt... Skip unless u feel u wan a heavy dosage of useless philosophical crap I dished up.

I remember a phrase from a philosopher "If you don't own 2/3 of ur life, ur not really alive." Now, this is a pretty simple phrase. What is interesting though, if u really apply the mathematics figures here:

Case Study: 1 week of a typical 9-5 employee

Work hour perday: 8-10 hours, We take average 9 hours
Work day perweek: 5 days

Working time perweek: 9 x 5 = 45 hours
Hours perweek: 24 x 7 = 168 hours

% time work: 45 / 168 x 100 = 26.79% !!!

When I first heard the phrase, I thought most of us are not really alive since work alone take up most of our time already. Seem like at most work consumes 30% of our time. Heck if we account for sleeping time, average 8 hours sleep... 8 x 7 = 56 hours. We sleep more than we work! So why izt for many of us, we feel like we hardly have time after deducting work? We after all have more than 100% - 30% (Work) - 30% (Sleep) = 40%!? That more time than our working hours. So why, do many of us feel so worn out after a day of work, as if there is no other time for anything else besides work?

My initial assumption is my calculation is screwed up cause I calculate a whole week, so I recalc based on a normal working day.

Case study: 1 day of work day

% time spent working: 8 / 24 x 100 = 33%

Only an additional 3% difference. This is a so f*cked up fact, if we include sleeping time, we do actually own more than 2/3 of our life... Hence most of us corporate slave have enuff time to be considered alive...

So, I arrive at the conjecture that it's not really a matter of how many time we have, but rather how many time we utilize for urself. I could have 25 hours a day, but if I live this 25 hours on autopilot mode, then we actually utilizing 0% time for our self. In simple layman terms, time we own is time we live lively. This makes more sense, as for some of us, works does excite us. Hence it should be consider as time we own but choose to utilize to do the work.

Conclusion, my hypothesis on being a 9-5 employee is the thing tat causes us to be "unalive" is flawed and false. Being alive has nothing to do with being a 9-5 corporate slave, it's has more to do with our own choice. Choice of work, choice of what to spend time we own under, choice on being on auto-pilot in life... To be alive or not to be, ultimately comes down to a simple thing, choice.

Do we choose to be alive or not?

Sunday Morning

Dear bloggie,



Common, Who can stop himself from falling in luv with a japanese chick tat knows how to ROCK...

Godlike + Godsend

Dear bloggie,

Godlike + Godsend, Need I say more...



LOL scene from American Beauty...

Double Boiled Extreme

Dear bloggie,

Kamen Rider W theme song MV...



Really rocky for a Kamen Rider OP song. Mix a hot japo babe (me likely like the green eyes look) into and u have a receipe for hardboiled MV. Nice female vocals, luv the rap style vocal from the male, nice catchy rhythm & the very slick "private eye" feel trumpet at the start. Also need props, the awesome solo in the middle by the guitarist (2:32).

Even have the 3 monkeys (Shotaro, Phillip & Akiko+Slippers) from the series clowning around.

Spam Wager

Dear bloggie,

I'm having a wager with MFR on how many days of spams I post in Facebook would take to trigger a response from a "friend" from my friend list that is not from my monk group. The wager involves a teh tarik, I will be spamming my facebook with philosophical crap, movie scenes and any crappy shit that I could think of that typically won't trigger a response for my "friends" in my friend list for 30 days straight... Think my crap will trigger any response?

Since I will am spamming in Facebook too, I will have some duplicate posts here as well since I spam here on regular basic. Anyway, a duplicate spam that will grace my Facebook wall tomolo today.



From the movie Nana adapted from the manga shoujo Nana, Glamorous Sky jrock song.

Japo Rox !!! Well, the 2 chicks infront of the crowd rox more...

On da radio today

Dear bloggie,

Heard tis song on the radio today.



I actually sat in my car in the parking lot to listen this song to the finish.
I want to know what love is - Foreigner

I gotta take a little time
A little time to think things over
I better read between the lines
In case I need it when I'm older
Aaaah woah-ah-aah

Now this mountain I must climb
Feels like a world upon my shoulders
And through the clouds I see love shine
It keeps me warm as life grows colder

In my life there's been heartache and pain
I don't know if I can face it again
Can't stop now, I've traveled so far
To change this lonely life

I wanna know what love is
I want you to show me
I wanna feel what love is
I know you can show me
Aaaah woah-oh-ooh

I'm gonna take a little time
A little time to look around me, oooh ooh-ooh ooh-ooh oooh
I've got nowhere left to hide
It looks like love has finally found me

In my life there's been heartache and pain
I don't know if I can face it again
I can't stop now, I've traveled so far
To change this lonely life

I wanna know what love is
I want you to show me
I wanna feel what love is
I know you can show me
I wanna know what love is
I want you to show me
And I wanna feel, I want to feel what love is
And I know, I know you can show me

Let's talk about love
(I wanna know what love is) the love that you feel inside
(I want you to show me) I'm feeling so much love
(I wanna feel what love is) no, you just cannot hide
(I know you can show me) yeah, woah-oh-ooh
I wanna know what love is, let's talk about love
(I want you to show me) I wanna feel it too
(I wanna feel what love is) I wanna feel it too
And I know, and I know, I know you can show me
Show me what is real, woah (woah), yeah I know
(I wanna know what love is) hey I wanna know what love
(I want you to show me), I wanna know, I wanna know, want know
(I wanna feel what love is), hey I wanna feel, love
I know you can show me, yeah

Dream = Life

Dear bloggie,

They say that dreams are only real as long as they last. Couldn't you say the same thing about life? - Long Hair Guy, Waking Life.

I felt like I been dreaming for the past 6 months... Reality seems so fake. Where I was, where I am, where I will be... While I complaint, I admit life been abundance this period for me. I really felt more alive, for good or bad, something was finally happening in my life. My dreaded reflection I planned on Dec is coming soon, I fear I would have to awaken from this reality and set my eyes back into my old reality. Kinda ironic really, when I was in High School I envisioned myself doing something exciting with my life. Yet here I'm now, ravaged by corporatism, ethics, morality, humanity, reality & time.

Is it because I didn't tried hard enough? Is it because I choose to? Or is it my destiny? Hard are answer this question is, but does it even matter now to know the answer?

Bakau@Run4It

Dear bloggie,

Run 4 It liao... Got no. 301 for my category. Not bad considering came late, start from the back group. My time I was about 77 mins 8 secs, I estimate my official race time should be +5 mins since late start.

Well, starting from the back has it's pros and cons. Cons is really really fell uphill task to motivate urself back into the race since so far behind. Pros is around mid point, I get to cut alot of those ppl that already karput stamina, got the "I cut alot of ppl during this race" feel. Another perks is the chicks category start around 10 mins after batang one, so I get to run with chicks. Hehehe....

Overall I quite happy my run, maybe I'm disillusioned by the fact I get to cut alot of ppl. Also managed to sustain a full 12K non stop run for 1st time ever in a race, except at water station where I walked. Got 2 water station, one infront of KPAC office (around 6K mark) another at around 8-9K mark. Started out with above my normal pace but decided to change to slow pace coz stamina strained. Maintain slow but consistent pace till KPAC, then up one gear till around 2K from finish, had to slow down again coz my feet felt fatigue and stamina started to fade. Somehow managed to tanked the 2K at my normal running pace.

Complaints, got 5. I actually was jogging into the start point after I park my car when one dude tat also running wave to me and ask me to just run no need report in. Tis dude damn keng lor, I see him run uphill and downhill like no rasa. Dunno after the Malay cemetery, no longer see him... Run damn fast. 2nd complain, i while running saw a guy actually trying to kau liu... Walau eh, run also can kau liu, keng lor. Next, I actually think the running route maybe abit not proper plan lor. I seen quite alot of runs, lack proper consideration for the car drivers that use the route. Jam back up till they geram and honk. While I abit tulan with such attitude, I can understand their frustration. Next, since I came late, actually had to park quite far from stadium in Little India. Damn unsecure, when I bla I saw a dude that claim his car mirror got yank and lost his IC, lucky he ran with his wallet. Last, no goodies bag!? Through they somehow manage to secure a Cendol Klang van.

Post-run, saw 2 classmates, Lin Chong and Kai Leng. Lin Chong told me my Setia Alam run certificate still at KPAC office, can got take. Zzz... I thought they say wanna mail to us one. Anyway, not alot of goodies but alot of running application forms. Got 4 forms, all Klang based one. Siao...

Anyway, time for me to fuck off. Need hibernate liao... Ciao.

Run4It Bib and Vest Collection

Dear bloggie,

Damn hard to find the Klang Pacers club in Taman Sri Mewah. Spent 1 hour rounding Andalas area to find the club. I roughly know where it is but no distinct landmark damn hard to find.

Finally find till tulan de, drove home and use Google Map find the club. Returned with a proper map. Turns out, I rounded that area on my earlier search, just failed to find the club coz I looking for Taman Mewah road sign. Instead got road sign is "Jalan Mohd Tahir 8". Main landmark is got Esso and Shell nearby the club. 1st floor of those shop houses, got big banner but can only see when u go into inner road... From big road can't see.

Lucky not alot of people when I go collect bib and vest. Got bib no. A215. and a fugly vest... The color ok la, but the Run4It symbol really screw the vest look. Lucky got L size, else like Adidas KOTR wear M size like wearing Hobbit clothes. Since tomolo I run, no pix of me one... I take one pre run doing V-sign.

Ewok

Dear bloggie,

Checkout Ewok humping a black Han Solo...



The chick in the Padme costume tat got humped in the @$$, was laughin like siao at the end...

Before SPM - 3

Dear bloggie,

Having been introduced to the bunch of warlords teacher, our class move on to it's first major event, General Election.

Tension and spirit were high as we as students of 4N perform our responsibility to elect a random and involuntary person from one of us to be our class monitor (aka ketua darjah). The stakes were high as the monitor not only had to bear the burden of assisting the teachers in their every command but also need lead this class by good example. After a less than 30 minutes voting, the unlucky lucky SOB that won the majority vote and thus forced to be our monitor is non other than GKL or Ah Len. Ah Len, while short in height was tall in leadership material for our class. I give the best example of his leadership, once when our BM teacher, Cik R demanded that anyone that didn't do their BM homework go and stand outside the class, almost half of us went out with Ah Len leading the way. Another memorable one was when Cik R demanded Ah Len collected the homework by today, I was still copy and pasting from another classmate whom I loan the homework. Ah Len showed why he's the guy, when after Cik R left the class, he started scanning through the homework he collected and took one out (Need to ensure source is reliable first mah) before starting to copy and paste. And those smart@$$ remarks Ah Len made in response to Cik R that constantly earned him a *cubit*. Tabik!

Okay, back to after the GE. Next was sit position, our class teacher didn't see any need to reposition us to the lame mix race rule, hence we happily resides in clans. Most malay ruled the western part of the room, I meanwhile was seated on the east shore beside Acapan (Acapan just beside window). Infront of us was CW and ET. Behind us meanwhile was Forajman and Nicholas. Oh ya, also the monk clans members, Spelly n Suke were also same class. Spelly and Suke if I recalled correctly sat together at the front row just 1 column from us (4 columns, each with 2 seat per row setup). Our neighbor classes were of course the other 2 science classes, 4L and 4M.

Nothing really exciting happen during the first few weeks, as we are still getting used to our new classes and subjects. But in this phrase, we get to know each other better. For instance, I learnt our class has some of the most ??? (Lost for words here) prefect in the science stream classes. TC for instance, the hot headed, kwai lan prefect that more like samseng than prefect. But gotta luv how he bends the rules, really inspirational for us, rule breakers. I recall once during PJ (Pendidikan Jasmani) when most of us return to class, he came to my area and started ransacking Nicholas's bag. U see, Nicholas is also a prefect but has been a sore sight in our classrom as he has earned the ire of most of us with his "arrogant" and "everything by the book" attitude. One of the guys he pissed of happens to be TC. So TC ransack his bag, pulling out his school pants from his bag. Our lot watch in rap excitement on what TC was doing. TC then messed with the pants zipper till it rosak. Still not satisfied, he also grab a hold of Nicholas water Tupperware and (Be prepared to WTF!?) ... Spit into it! He then quickly put back the pants into the bag and walk away like nothing happened. Soon, Nicholas came back to class. He then sat down and took out his water Tupperware. We all watched as he slowly took a large gulp from it. Some of us couldn't stand it, started to laugh. He asked why we were laughing but we couldn't answer him as we were in pain laughing our @$$. I know it's bad to even laugh or play dumb at this prank but hey, boys should act like boys rite? Later, Nicholas discovered his pants zipper was rosak, but lucky for him, his house is nearby only, after making a phone call home, he got a new pair of pants. Else imagine the scene where he patrol around the assembly with prefect outfit but with either a sport pants or a pants that not zip up... LOL, that would have been a awesome sight.

[To be continue when I have mood..]

Dancing Queen

Dear bloggie,

Covering another great cover from Travis

Hit me baby one more time

Dear bloggie,



Never liked Britney... but tis famous cover by Travis is simply too awesome...



The cover feel totally different from the original... Fran vocals really like got the "My loneliness is killing me" feel compared to Britney's version that feel like "School Girl b*thin bout kena dump" feel.

Anyway in tribute to Britney...



I still dun like u even u "monked"

Before SPM - 2

Dear bloggie,

Continuing my rants on my more youthful days...

I was feeling pretty gloom and all after being banished to 4N, especially when a loser like that no good, lazy slacker, swindling SOB called MFR could even land his class of choice (4M). I mean, imagine the shame! I as his sifu of Slackerism failed to achieve what I wan with minimum effort, yet this stupid disciple everyday slack like siao pre PMR (Play Fifa 99, 2000, etc... I know cause I play against him one) yet score full A's and get his class of choice... Damn tiu!

While my disciple didn't got banish into 4N, another partner in crime of mine (aka Acapan) from Form 3 got banished alongside me. After the royal verdict was announced, I was gathered alongside with 46+ others crazy, nutcase, lunatic inmates (like me) and slowly marched to our new asylum. Our new asylum is located at the pondok building block at the back of the school. It was rumored that our first school building (rumah pondok) once reside here, before being upgraded to this block.

I could still remember the first teacher that enter the class that fateful day. The teacher that founded the "Sains Pertanian" class, the person whom doomed us here for experimental purposes and our "Sains Pertanian" teacher, Mr S (Using abbreviation to hide identity coz got a BIG thing involve him which I will rant about). Remember the 46+ students, only 2 students choose this class by choice? Know how I know this fact? Mr S told us one on our first class. I quote the phrase that Mr S said that day that changed my whole perceptive on "Sains Pertanian":

"Benda pertama biasa orang fikir bila sebut aje Sains Pertanian ialah Sawah Padi, Cangkul, Matahari Panas. Sebenarnya Sains Pertanian ialah satu subjek yang mengajar kita untuk mengaplikasikan ilmu Fizik, Biology, Kimia and Matematik."

Having studied "Sains Pertanian" (heck scored C3 in SPM also), I will testified that this statement is not far off. I give an example, as we know plants need light to grow (or rather do their photosynthesis), how can me maximize plant growth using light? This knowledge ties back to Fizik (Light spectrum and waves, etc). Don't think Sains Pertanian uses Maths? Think again, how can a farmer calculate the amount of fertilizer required for a hectar of land for a particular plant? Biology, ever dissect a chicken's reproduction organs?

So Mr S managed to suckered us into thinking Sains Pertanian is not such a bad subject after all. Moving on, other subject teacher did their routine "Hi, I'm ur teacher as well as worst nightmare". Our class teacher happens to be our History teacher, I can't remember her name but I recall her as a quite open minded malay teacher that had some education from US. Overall most of our subject teachers are okay with exception for our BM teacher, Puan Cik R which sux to the max! Puan N add Maths teacher, our small but rather fun English teacher (Whom called me Specky which a bunch of NOOBS changed into my nickname Spikey), our super high pitched Kimia teacher, our super boring Fizik teacher, our super sienz gah ai sie Moral teacher, our routine Math teacher and finally our sour faced but kind in the inside Bio teacher.

[To be continue when I have mood...]

Before SPM - 1

Dear bloggie,

Once upon a time ago, when this world was more round, the ozone layer had more layers and I had more hair on my head. I was once a student of the legendary 4N & 5N class in STK (My Secondary School aka Sekolah Tepi Kubur). Confused?

Alrite time out, my secondary school had this stupid class system where there were only 3 classes to choose from for Form 4-5 science stream. Fresh from my PMR 5A failure (Always so near yet so far, UPSR also fell short with 3A), I was confronted with the career choice of 3 classes 4L (Accounting), 4N (Sains Pertanian) or 4M (Lukisan Teknik). Since I see Sains Pertanian with the vision of "Sawah Padi, Cangkul, Matahari Panas" and I sux at drawing, the choice I made was a obvious one. However as u all know, u can't always get wat u want... And in this case my PMR less perfect A's results prevented my from getting my desired class. Instead I was stripped, exiled and banished to 4N, the Sains Pertanian class.

Here the intel on this class:

Name: 4N
Subjects: Bahasa Malaysia Melayu, Bahasa Ingeris, Molan, Matematik, Sejarah, Sains Pertanian, Biology, Fizik, Kimia, Add Maths
Nickname(s): Reject Stock Class, Tanam Kangkung Class
Total Student: 46+
Total Student that choose this class: 2
Total Student's banish to this class: 46+ - 2

Only 2 students enter this class by choice, the rest exiled here due to the fact their result good enuff for science stream but not good enuff for 4L (Cream of the Crop Class) or 4M. I was one of these exiles. Back then I thought my whole life was down the drain, OMGWTF!!! I going to be a petani when I grow up!!! Little did I knew, how deep was this rabbit hole I was going to plunged into...

[To be continue when I have mood...]

4th Pattern in the Idiot Series

Dear bloggie,

The solution for the idiot series



Clicky at Me to View Solution

Solution

If u put a line in the middle of these patterns, u will find out that these patterns are merely normal numbers with it's reflection.



Hence the solutions is a 4 with a mirror image pattern. Remember the hint I gave "Already given"?

Think you can guess what is the 4th pattern...

The answer was indeed staring u right at the face dudes... Kinda ironic, kinda sarcastic, kinda me... Noes?

Idiot Series

Dear bloggie,



A nice puzzle from the "The Oxford Murders"... Think you can guess what is the 4th pattern to appear in this pattern progression?

Hint: Already given

Monking Month

Dear bloggie,

I declare this month as my monking month.

Random

Dear bloggie,

Just a random post...

The Greek philosopher Thales is reported to have been asked,

"What is the most difficult of all things?"

To which he is said to have answered

"To know yourself."

Bakau@DiGi Music LIVE 09

Dear bloggie,

Won't say it's a very memorable RnR experience coz it ain't. First organizer need to buck up more, forgivable since first time but next time if same thing happen, I think will piss alot of ppl. When we arrive, got one LONG queue line... but when almost time to go in, the LONG line vanished and degenerated into like huge crowd trying to masuk bus scene. Everyone pushing to go in, I just stand stagnant at my place no need move also kena push by crowd in, really WTF... Dunno wat is wrong with some ppl, so desperate to go in like tat meh? Organizer should have step in earlier to ensure got queue line, but no bother... Pls la Malaysians, when someone who fails his Moral test on a regular basis rant like tis, something is VERY wrong de liao la...

Also, organizer overdid the marketing thing, trying to get the crowd to say "X X Digi" (Forgot X is wat de). Do it 2-3 time ok la, the whole break between band also do it, overkill de leh... Crowd also boh song, ended up booing them instead. Next time get the crowd to cheer on for the next band during breaks...

Crowd consist mostly of lala chai n mui. Really can feel the generation gap here. No syok since hardly see any chick that not lala (Except event organizers ppl). Feels more like going into a kiddies event instead of rock concert.

Weather very good though, since rain for awhile, cool the crowded place down. Alot of the lala mui and chai so short one yet still wan to push infront of us tall one, they push into our front also can't see la since ppl infront of us tall like us also, yet still push... Some more some ppl smoking, forced to become their 2nd hand smoker, 4-5 hours no smoke also can't meh? Damn sohai, place so crowded like tis also wan smoke...

Last, band performance for me so-so only. The local band, got some okay performance la, but the AAR (All American Rejects) really not my cup of tea. Very pop'ish their songs. I see some ppl dance like high, I thinking, like tat also can high meh? AAR onli got some nice songs, rest abit too dull for me... Also really bad, the 1 hour+ wait between the "One Buck Short" and "AAR" kill the event flow...

Overall, compared to my other RnR outing... Rank last la... Can summarize the experience as "Free that's y go, if need pay won't go"

Dreams

Dear bloggie,

They say weak man view dreams as a omen, while the strong regard it as some form of their inner most desire.

I'd wonder what dreams really are... Chemical reaction of the neurons in our brain? Some greater being trying to communicate with us? A randomly fabricated memory based on our memories? A moment of enlightenment? A moment of heighten awareness where we really awaken from the real dream? A reflection of our true self? Or our true self trying to communicate with us?

Just woke up from the most bizarre dream. So bizarre I can't remember the dream in full... But somehow, the last few moments in my dream left a strong impression in me that I couldn't forget it when I woke up. I recall while my senses will sorta voided in the dream, wat taken me by suprise in this dream is my emotions that I felt, I could actually feel real emotions... The sadness, the sense of ironic, the sense of urgency, the joy, the angst. And that stir the shit outta me when I woke up...

Wat was my dream about? Suffice to say it's about:

How sometimes we are fate's b*tch,
How sometimes fate like to play us on a string like we're puppets in a puppet play,
How sometimes fate like to play the ironic plays most of the time,
How sometimes life feels like taking a goddamn train ride,
How sometimes the people around us now are just like the random passengers in the train ride,
How sometimes these people will become close to us during the ride,
How sometimes these people have different train stop destination,
How sometimes we will inevitably separate with these people when we need to change trains to reach our different destinations,
How sometimes life is like a dream...

No, no, no... I didn't have a dream like "Before Sunrise" where I shag a French babe I met on the train, heck I dun recall any part of my dream being staged on the train... I just remembered it ended at the train transit station, yet again maybe it started there...

Talking bout start and end, me thinky think tis is a RnR way to end tis entry:

Question of da day

Dear bloggie,

Would u give up 3 years of ur life to save a friend from death? You only have 8 days to decide...

Ignore all those moral n ethic shit that instantly pops up when u hear tis question (they're really brainwashing crap from our society) and really delve into this tis question... Really try to imagine urself caught within such a scenario, and honestly explore the train of thoughts that stream down ur mind...

Just watched "Return to Paradise"... For ur info, this movie has Malaysia in it (In a very fitting way)... And frankly speaking, I'm utterly *stunned* at the ending...

Bakau Fitslacker W / W Post

Dear bloggie,

Cool catch title eh, "Bakau Fitslacker W / W Post" (Tribute to Kamen Rider W)...

Ok, so why am I bloggin a fitness entry at 3.48 am? Coz my leg body are aching like crap. I have probably built up stamina to endure a 1 hour class but today yesterday, I joined 2 classes at a go, hence making it a 2 hour tango...

I never imagine my leg would ache like tis just by doing *skating* exercises on doughnuts!? Ok, they weren't real doughnuts, the instructor just call em so, actually are small plastic weights (1 kg ones) u put on the barbell for Bodypump. F*CK, I thought I been through the worst with the damn Fitball, but imagine balancing urself from a 1 leg bridge position with one leg on top of this slippery doughnut for a count of 5... Diu, probably need 2 days to recover I suspect.

Ok, since it won't be a "W" post if I dun run my b*tch mouth fingers on 2 things, here's another thing I wanna rant on...



HOW F*CKING FREAKING COOL IS TIS!!! From Mamam, GYM, Coffee Bar, Massage to even a f*ckin sleeping pod!? (Too bad no hooker service though) Nia seng, I request DEMAND Google come open one branch somewhere nearby Klang now!!!

HELLO GOOGLE, I KNOW U CAN SEE TIS. I KNOW UR SEARCH ENGINE SPY ON EVERY PIECE OF CRAP IN DA INTERNET SO U CAN SECRETLY RULE THE WORLD. SO I'M TELLING YA, OPEN A BRANCH AT KLANG OR I'LL SPILL DA BEANS!

KNN, I willing to slave for ur company even though my qualification qualifies me to be a sleeping pod cleaner for ur company...

Ultrasound Scan

Dear bloggie,

Ever wondered how it feels like when those pregnant ladies all go for an ultrasound scan to see the parasite in their belly. Yesterday I had the chance to experience it.

I been having problem with it for a week and it's starting to REALLY annoy me as it would suddenly come and go. After some advice from MFR (who is already pro old leg at tis), I decided it's best I go for a checkup.

So, there I was with the Doctor. The Doctor ask me some background information, what's the problem, what I work as, what kinda activity I do, when it started? etc... Anyway after doing some checkup on the problem area, he told me probably need do ultrasound scan. So ok, I say do it lor. He then use a marker pen to mark the problem area, a few small x, where he gonna scan on later. I then was ask to lay down on top the bed and had to grab the handles on upper sides of the bed with my 2 hands. The nurse then put a plastic paper and the doctor started to apply the gel thing on the problem area. Now for all batang out there, since u may not have chance experience such thing since u won't get pregnant one, just FYI tis gel is COLD and very sticky one. Then the doctor put the scan device and scan lor. Scan a few areas, he then point to me in the monitor screen the area of problem. That's a grade 1... I see the screen, WTF! Can see black and white onli... He then ask me to sit back to chair so he can explain the treatment. I ask him how long? He say 2-4 weeks, sometimes 6 weeks.

Anyway the doctor printout the scan as souvenir for me, here it is...


(Tore my right triceps muscle near my elbow, just a grade 1 tear. Tear at red circle above)

So the ending for tis little story is that I been banned from weights for atleast 4 weeks (Any workout that involves my right triceps), and I suckered a bunch of blog reader into thinking watever they think I'm having for requiring to do a ultrascan... Also will be extending my monking period to another 4 weeks to cut cost to cover for the RM180 damage tis ultrascan done to me... How cool is tat, need to monk and got nothing todo while monking period also, FUCK!

Akatsuki no kuruma

Dear bloggie,



Let me first point out I can atleast sing one part of tis song...

~SAYONARAAAAA....

Love the combo of musical instruments involves and great vocal, really got *arousing* feel. Somemore got 2 monks, one on bass and another on the Kpanlogo, how can u not love tis performance dude monks...?

My MSN Chat with MFR Teaser 2

Dear bloggie,

MFR requested another teaser for "My MSN Chat with MFR", so here it is...

MFR touching a *les* in one of his clubbing outing...


Singing with words in MSN


How to rub at other people's misfortune


Not so friendly chat on friends...


Not so peaceful chat on Peace Run

My MSN Chat with MFR Teaser

Dear bloggie,

A short preview for "My MSN Chat with MFR"...

My Dinner with Andre

Dear bloggie,



MFR asked me to d/l tis film, but with the comfort of Youtube at the edge of my browser icon, I watch it on Youtube instead...

So far I can only summarize this movie as:

"The electric blanket is giving u a comfort that just separates you from reality in a very direct way."

The movie in short talks (I really meant "talks" here) mainly on how disconnected some of us are from our life. Sorta like how we live life on auto pilot or on a trance mode. How goals can make u focus too much on achieving em, we lose touch with reality. How comfort make us oblivious to reality. How we human race are slowly turning into robots... The conflict view of what reality is for each of us... Science vs the greater force... Purpose...

One f*cking bizarre conversation, even for my standards...

Yet again, MFR and I had such level of bizarre conversation over MSN too... Maybe we can film it too, and name it "My MSN Chat with MFR".

Wake Me Up

Dear bloggie,

Q: Wat beats drinking coffee to wake up ur sleeping brain in the morning?
A: A splitting headache from listening LOUD RnR



Me likely like tis band music, but vocals me not so like...

Uncertainty

Dear bloggie,

After almost 1/2 year of freelancing, I finally hit the "Uncertainty" stage. Times aren't so good right now, as a few project having problem... Especially in paying up the $$$... While on the short run, this shouldn't be posing any problem has I already allocated some fund for such scenario... It however does strike fear in my heart to face such uncertainty...

To be confronted with the fact that I am without a stable source of income.... I however ponder what has changed in me through these few years though. Have I become so fixated on this rat race that I forgotten the uncertainty has always been there to begin with. While it's unwise to not plan for the future, it's unwise too to try to plan too far ahead into the future. I learn and know that nothing is really permanent, our life, our wealth, our body, our principles and even our knowledge, all it takes is one small tiny second and these things we hold so tightly and dear can *Poof* vanish into thin air. Like how I almost couldn't have made it here today to blog on this...

I try to remind myself to embrace uncertainty, to go salsa dancing with it, to make love with it, for permanence is an illusion. An illusion that our mind create out of fear of losing something important to us...

What has been the main barrier that block our human potential from reaching its limit? The answer for this question lies within another question which is, What is the more common trait in human, Fear or Laziness? Hence I making an effort to feel the fear I have on my future right now, to accept this feeling... And then just let go of it... Like in the zazen meditation, accepts the thoughts that surface during meditation, acknowledge them, then let them go, and bring ur mind back into focus on ur breathing... When another thought surface again, repeat and rinse...

Inspirational

Dear bloggie,

I haven't seen any inspirational movie lately on the TV nor the cinemas. I'm glad I had the chance to see tis movie on TV2!?



Occupying the late late nite (or rather early early morning) movie slot, the slot justification does injustice to tis very inspirational movie. While the technology involved is rather ridiculous, u just gotta love the loser trumps over backstabbing winners movies.

Ok story in short, Andy is a successful sales guy that decides to dump his job in pursuit for something greater. He ends up in La Honda (Sorta like Silicon Valley), a place where cutting edge technology products are well produced. He been thrown into a shitty impossible project by BIG time player Benoit. The project, create a computer that can be mass produced for $99. Being someone from a computer background (a f*ckin degree), this sounds like "This must a f*ckin joke right?" to me.

Well, Andy recruits some of the more oddballs personnel for this project since no one is willing to enroll for this crazy project. An indian, a social phobia overweight dude and a nutcase cum cleanphobia dude, which all 3 happens to be among the more brilliant minds when it comes to computers. The team had a hard time to cut cost of a normal computer to $99. Till when Andy's pretty neighbor babe gave him inspiration with the phrase "Simplify, Clarify, and Economize". The team then came up with the idea of uploading the whole s/w application into the internet, hence eliminating the requirement for hardware such as hardisk, CD reader, etc. Still short from $99, they even further came up with the idea of throwing out the monitor by replacing it with a hologram projector. Last is the removal of keyboard and mouse by replacing it with a pair of gloves that is link to the computer.

Before they manage to complete the software to tie the hologram projector, gloves and internet together, Benoit however forces them to abandon the project or quit their job. They take a huge leap of faith and quit their jobs. Hence now jobless, they find refuge in a old garage where they resume work on the $99 computer. They manage to complete the computer and rename it eMagi (E Magic). Often u think once a hard task like producing a cutting edge technology priced at $99, the hard part is over. Turns out, the team's attempt to sell their product didn't go as well as they wanted. That is till one lady express her interest to put a stake of 51% for tis product (Remember guys, 51% is always a sign for backstab). Desperate for $, the team agreed to the deal. They ended up being burnt as the lady told them, as major stakeholder for the product, she sold the product patten for a cheap price to a bogus company, which turns out belongs to Benoit. Typical big name business guy screws small nameless innovator scenario. All is down and glum for the team till they remember that they actually signed a contract with La Honda before they left stating La Honda is eligble to use the designs for the eMagi. Gunning for a payback on Benoit, the team try to convince the La Honda head to allow them to use the design for eMagi. Turns out Benoit already left La Honda and La Honda is on the brink of collapse due to ".com bubble burst". The team gets the rights and further pushes the design of eMagi, discarding the glove for laser sensitive detectors (hence eliminating the gloves) and a more compact design (a tube size like a small water container). On the demo for Benoit eMagi, the team screws Benoit by frying his demo eMagi and demos theirs in return. The happy ending is the team wins the gals, fame and moolah.

Also there was reference to Malaysia, the team actually made 10,000 bogus order for Benoit's eMagi to a company in KL!? LOL! Overall while the idea of $99 for laser sensitive & holographic projector sound pretty absurd and impossible, I do believe these ideas for eMagi sound pretty doable and creative. I meant take a look at our computer nowdays anyway, the application on the Internet is actually an advancement of the typical server service flow, heck Google Docs, Youtube, Facebook is an example of such possibility is workable (Sorta making the computer a dumb terminal).

FF:Body Combat

Dear bloggie,

After weeks and weeks of prostrating, I finally got a taste of body combat class. Again, almost didn't join tis class since very packed and suke look like tak mau masuk, but I somehow managed to gather my ping pong balls to walk into the class filled with people doing kungfu all over. Suke follow suit. After a few minutes, the instructor was throwing jargon terms all over... Jab, Cross, Uppercut, etc... I was like blur, so I do wat I learn works best in such scenario, find someone nearby (in line of sight) that looks like he know wat he is doing and copycat him... While I was throwing weak punches and kicks, Suke meanwhile was like REALLY into it...

Someone call the bomba, Suke's on fire!

For the sake of my self preservation, I had to distanced myself abit from him so I don't get injured by his fury of punches and kicks. Quite fun actually the class, for some moments I really felt like I was bashing an invisible foe yet again at some times I felt more like I was dancing rather than doing combat (Especially when doing the spinning-hand-boxing move). But I notice some ppl in the class was REALLY into it, throwing punch and kicks in gaya. While suke was like a hyperactive monkey doing Street Fighter moves, I'm quite certain I looked like a slacker throwing a punch and kick (Lazy punch n kick).

Mostly do combat moves at a specific pattern, like Jab, Cross, Jab, Cross, Uppercut, Uppercut (Manage to remember tis combo onli). Almost at the end was some conditioning where did some abs crunches and pushups. Ended with some stretching, the only part I was really comfortable with, since alot of the moves also balance class I do before de one.

After class, suke contine his MEAN streak by purchasing a OSIM massager from a leng lui sales promoter (Priced RM400+). Man, really on form tis baboon...

Honey and Clover

Dear bloggie,

I often ask why in hell is this awesome anime/manga called "Honey and Clover"? Is there a meaning behind "Honey and Clover"? I have to kowtow to the creator of this anime/manga for her stroke of brilliance for naming after seeing the finale...



If ur wondering, a 4 leaf clover is considered as a lucky sign in Japan. Hence the scene where Hagu managed to find so many 4 clover to wish Takemoto farewell is a fitting way to end this series.

3rd Choice

Dear bloggie,

"You can decided to give up or make an effort. There are only 2 choices for human to choose from. You have to honestly tell them ur feelings. The rest is up to them. To make an effort or to give up, would then be their choice. It's the same for you. It's the same for everyone.

I told a lie to Yamada-san. There are actually 3 choices. But if you believe that there are only 2, you can open pathways... So I won't say the 3rd answer." - Shuuji, Honey & Clover.

Being someone with a curiosity enuff to kill the cat, I can't help but ponder wat is the 3rd choice spoken here. I read some online comments stating it could be "leaving things as it is". Make some sense, since if u do leave things as it is, nothing gets resolves hence it's better for us to believe that there are only 2 choices, to give up or make an effort in order to resolve the issue.

One of my junior monks actually had to make such as choice, so I quote tis to him. Outcome, I ended up being mocked by my fellow monks. Stating which bible did I took it out from, ur advice is like no advice, etc... Well, I actually took it from an anime (Honey & Clover), so I expect if I told them tat, they will probably mock me more. But the fact it comes from an anime, does it meant it carry no weights? We give advice based on our gathered wisdom, feeling, knowledge & experience. In short our advice is wat we think we will do if we were in such scenario. Since we can't really gauge the outcome of a decision, isn't wat we can do best in any decision process is to be honest with ourself? It's really about knowing urself, Can u take possible bad consequences at the expense of being honest with urself? or can you live with being dishonest with urself to obtain possible good consequences? There is no right or wrong choice since it ain't rocket science...

Bakau@Centro Run 2009

Dear bloggie,

MOTHERFUCKER! TIU NIA SENG! KHAN NI NEH! PUNDEK! BAKA! BANGSAT!

Came out short 3 minutes from my 30 minutes goals for this run. Clock a f*ckin 33 min 18 sec time, damn tulan ar... Also ranked no. 200+... for my category. Ran a faster pace at start, reach the water station (3K mark) around 19 mins+, then pick up pace again till 25 minutes+... Depleted gas at that point (Me thinky think at 4-5K mark) and had to take 2 short walking breaks, each costing me 1 min. Syit...

Overall a flat course, just noticed 1 not so steep hill near the end. 5 min 34 sec perkm is actually a good time for me since I usually am unable to sustain such a pace for more than 2-3K but my stamina clearly still need work...

The next 12K run dunno how liao lar, 6K also can't run non-stop... 1 month time, I doubt enuff time to up my stamina to that level.

Oh ya, almost forgot, the goodie bag really good. Alot of freebies voucher (Useable onli at Centro though). Also no chance chase butt tis time since men open started first... Alot of mui mui chai somemore very eye catching especially the upper body *Sigh* (Gold color T mah tat y eye catching, u thinking wat wor?)

It's won't be proper for me to end tis blog entry on a run without my Victory pose, hence...

YMCA

Dear bloggie,

Common, everybody together now...

Y,
M,
C,
A !?

Wahahaha... How ironic indeed...

OTK and Chua must be wondering Y MCA? Y indeed... As if the Y to their Y, can be comprehend by them to begin with... One a joker that signs billion dollar contracts without reading them and another a sex fiend that preys on his female frens... Izt so hard to comprehend the Y these 2 shouldn't be 1,000 feet near politics? Yet again, our PM himself has endorsed *money* candidates, everyone deserves 2nd chance mah... Me thinky think onli those who seen the errors in their ways deserve 2nd chance, else why bother give 2nd chance? So they can repeat their mistake?

Centro 2009 Run

Dear bloggie,

The 6K run is just tis weekend...

Went to collect my bib and t-shirt today... Tis sunday, will have alot of ppl wearing gold at centro, dunno police will come tangkap ar not. Anyway, seems like alot of ALC college (An accounting college in Klang with ALOT of gals student one) gals volunteer for this event, one of these young chicks even ask tis uncle (aka me) to join another charity run (7K or 5K) at Klang Jaya... Wanted to say "Hey mui mui chai, Uncle & u go *marathon* till u sweat like siao wan ar?"...

Maybe I will join, just to go submit the form at ALC college itself... Anyway, *Ahem* Moving back to the Centro Run event, the T I got suprisingly pretty good quality (definitely worth it since reg fee is onli RM20). The T design is simple and clean but the gold color theme abit too "Selangor" for my taste but heck atleast dun hav one BIG "New Balance" sign infront of the T. My next lottery no. is 504... Also signup for New Balance Klang Run4It3 (12K run), a quite expensive RM 30 reg fee (Early birds RM25, I missed out on tis by 1 day, tiu)...

Unrelated to Centro 2009, I also injured my right elbow trying during pullups workout... *Sigh*, The injuries just keep piling up... Signs my body maybe already going downhill de...

Vampires: Bloodline

Dear bloggie,

Been busy playing tis ancient RPG on my lappy. An awesome RPG that runs on Half Life 2 engine. The catch of this RPG is that ur are one of the creatures of darkness and undeath, a vampire. A blend of 3rd action shoot em and RPG stats (sorta like Elder Scroll 4: Oblivion), u can play it via a shoot em or 3rd person view. Somemore the vampire got bloodline which u can choose that will affect ur characters stats and abilities. I played as a Gangrel, vampires with animalistic tendency aka lone wolves (Suit me noes).

So far frankly speaking, despite being a vampire in the game, I'm scared shit with the dungeon crawls I had to endure through. I'm no so scared of the dungeons that got tones of zombies or monsters jumping to attack u (ur vampire if u boost correctly can easily hack n slash these fodders), but rather those dungeons where there is nothing but death silence, till... HEART ATTACK...!!!

So far the most scary part actually is the less combat part, where u need to retrieve a special item from a haunted hotel to get rid of the ghost haunting this hotel. Damn f*ckin scary... Imagine walking down a junction in a hallway in the dark, when suddenly a girl run across u... Then u turn at the junction to see the girl, already vanished. Also when entering a room, suddenly the lights all go out and the vases and painting starts flying at u, when light come back on, the word "GET OUT" is scratch upon the wall. Can really sweat man, especially when u playing tis part at the middle of 2-3am.

While most part of the game, u will engage against supernatural beings, there are some mission where u engage against plain old humans (Most are fodder except Vampire Hunters). One memorable one for me is where u had to steal a brief case from a gangster doing an exchange down in a parking lot. The parking lot was filled with gangster armed with guns, baseball bats and knifes. But being the creature of darkness, I stormed in and delivered a can of bite necks. Satisfying indeed... After soaking all the damaged dealt to me by these gangster I butcher (with a firemen axe) most of them except 1, where I sink my fangs on his neck and recover from all the damaged dealt.

Worth mentioning too is the cast of colorful NPC in the game. Most are vampire f*cked up in their own f*cked up way, ranging from psychopathic dual personality b*tch to nutcase pirate... These vampires live their immortal life just like most normal beings (except for the suck blood part) in their vampire society.

Also the storyline is very engaging, alot of politics throw into the world of vampires. Best is the level of realism, f*ckin good... Just think along the lines of foul language, hookers, strippers, mafias, morphine (even got peek show) and u get a rough idea of the contents in this game. The combat however abit not so challenging, using guns are usually less efficient than charging, hack n slash method, but it does sometimes have it used, especially when u wanna gun down a monster from a distance. As a vampire, u need to feed (or rather suck blood) from kine (human). Whenever u feed, u replenish ur health and ur bloodpool which is used to cast spells. U can practically feed upon anyone, but u must make sure u are not seen performing this act, else deduct 1 masquerade point. Deduct 5 masquerade point, game over. Think of masquerade as vampire trying to hide their existence from human, so they employ this rule (reason to hide from human, so they won't be hunted by them).

Whoa 2009

Howdy bloggie,

Giddy up...



So fast time flow, another 3 more months n 2009 is another page closed in this book...

Nature's Beauty

Dear bloggie,

Since I ran out of gag to use to blog... I think I pull the old "Blog on random events and thoughts" trick...

Here a random MSN conversation between MFR (who was slacking at work) and I (who was slacking at home)...

Bakau: http://www.facebook.com/ekwei?ref=nf#/album.php?aid=112316&id=684513439&ref=mf
Bakau: tibet
MFR: chun
MFR: holy shit
MFR: surreal
MFR: but is camera effect
Bakau: looks abit fake
MFR: camera effect
MFR: use big ass camera?
Bakau: see real one, should be more beautiful
MFR: hard to say
MFR: real one lousy can make it chun by effect also

Ok, when I say "real one, should be more beautiful" (means see with own eye at tat place itself) I meant this:

A priest was in charge of the garden within a famous Zen temple. He had been given the job because he loved the flowers, shrubs, and trees. Next to the temple there was another, smaller temple where there lived a very old Zen master. One day, when the priest was expecting some special guests, he took extra care in tending to the garden. He pulled the weeds, trimmed the shrubs, combed the moss, and spent a long time meticulously raking up and carefully arranging all the dry autumn leaves. As he worked, the old master watched him with interest from across the wall that separated the temples. When he had finished, the priest stood back to admire his work. "Isn't it beautiful," he called out to the old master. "Yes," replied the old man, "but there is something missing. Help me over this wall and I'll put it right for you." After hesitating, the priest lifted the old fellow over and set him down. Slowly, the master walked to the tree near the center of the garden, grabbed it by the trunk, and shook it. Leaves showered down all over the garden. "There," said the old man, "you can put me back now."

Beauty as we all know lies in the eye of the beholder, but sometimes me thinky think the greatest beauty lies within one's original nature...

Masa selepas masa

Dear bloggie,

A song that withstood the test of time, time after time...


Time after time - Ronan Keating

Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick,
And think of you
Caught up in circles confusion
Is nothing new
Flashback warm nights
Almost left behind
Suitcases of memories,
Time after

Sometimes you picture me
Im walking too far ahead
Youre calling to me, I cant hear
What youve said
Then you say go slow
I fall behind
The second hand unwinds

If youre lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you Ill be waiting
Time after time

If youre lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you Ill be waiting
Time after time

After my picture fades and darkness has
Turned to gray
Watching through windows youre wondering
If Im ok
Secrets stolen from deep inside
The drum beats out of time

If youre lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you Ill be waiting
Time after time

You said go slow
I fall behind
The second hand unwinds

If youre lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you Ill be waiting
Time after time

If youre lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you Ill be waiting
Time after time

Time after time
Time after time
Time after time
Ronan Keating version of the classic "Time after time"...

Wild Wild Road

Dear bloggie,

I would like to b*tch bout one issue I find getting really serious. I noticed that there is a sharp incline in the level of sohainess in the road these few years. Being someone whom used to drive up and down an average 80km a day, I have to say it's getting more and more wilder in the roads especially in the highways.

First of all, I think alot of drivers nowdays are really extremist, either falling under the "hare" or "turtle" in their style of driving. Hence, it's often hard for me to pick a lane in the highway to drive as the these drivers dun play by the slow at left, fast at right lane rule. However the type that piss me off the most is the turtle pretending to be hare type. You usually see these @$$holes at junctions, traffic lights, etc where these bastards will do a fast n dangerous cut infront of ur car becoz they unwilling to wait for a car to give them chance. Then after the stunt, in a straight road they will drive like turtle infront of u, slowing down the whole lane to his turtle pace, CB! Wanna drive slow why even bother do so aggressive cut to begin with?

Next, the lack of IQ in the road drivers. Really, I sometimes dunno how these punks pass their driving test. No signal, Sleeping infront of traffic light (Ever wonder why traffic light green de still no movement till red light?), Wrong signal (Turn left hit right signal), Super slow turn, SMSing while driving, etc... I understand we sometimes might forget and commit this acts, but my fury is directed towards those whom do tis acts consciously.

3rd, Mat Rempit. Seriously, these guys are a menace. Zooming here and there between cars without consideration that the car might suddenly turn or move. It's bad enuff they dun care bout their life, but to expect drivers to care for their life, these f*ckin f*ckers really deserve to be ram down (Seen before these retards zoom pass car that already signal de, then raise his arm in fury coz the car almost knock him down, sendiri salah maki orang pulak, pukimak betul!). The greatest stunt however belongs to an incident I witness where the motorist rammed into a bus, I repeat... MOTORIST RAM INTO BUS, not bus into motorist... Godlike! Remember all those ads that used to appear on tv saying "Most accidents are not the fault of the motorist", ever wonder why no longer appear on tv? I rest my case.

Having almost being killed in the wild wild road myself, I come to develop some habits (or rather phobia) when I'm driving. I go to great length to avoid these things in the road: "Sport car", "Car modify to look like sport car", "White light car", "Big car like Landrover, etc". Whenever I see these from my car mirror zooming from afar, I will try to get outta the lane into the left lane beside me as fast as I can. Sometimes I wish I drive a lorry or monster truck, so when these monkey pull a stunt infront of me (or behind me), I can hit my pedal and *Squish* their car with these monkeys inside...