Saturday, November 28, 2009 0 b*tchin

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...
Friday, November 27, 2009 0 b*tchin

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...
Thursday, November 26, 2009 0 b*tchin

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
Tuesday, November 24, 2009 2 b*tchin

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?
Monday, November 23, 2009 0 b*tchin

Sunday Morning

Dear bloggie,



Common, Who can stop himself from falling in luv with a japanese chick tat knows how to ROCK...
Sunday, November 22, 2009 0 b*tchin

Godlike + Godsend

Dear bloggie,

Godlike + Godsend, Need I say more...



LOL scene from American Beauty...
Friday, November 20, 2009 0 b*tchin

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.
Thursday, November 19, 2009 0 b*tchin

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...
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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
Monday, November 16, 2009 0 b*tchin

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?
Sunday, November 15, 2009 0 b*tchin

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.

Saturday, November 14, 2009 0 b*tchin

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.

Friday, November 13, 2009 0 b*tchin

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...
Tuesday, November 10, 2009 1 b*tchin

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..]
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Dancing Queen

Dear bloggie,

Covering another great cover from Travis

Monday, November 9, 2009 0 b*tchin

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"
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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...]
Sunday, November 8, 2009 0 b*tchin

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...]
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4th Pattern in the Idiot Series

Dear bloggie,

The solution for the idiot series



Clicky at Me to View Solution
Thursday, November 5, 2009 0 b*tchin

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
Wednesday, November 4, 2009 0 b*tchin

Monking Month

Dear bloggie,

I declare this month as my monking month.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009 0 b*tchin

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."
Sunday, November 1, 2009 0 b*tchin

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"