1. politics is dirty. it's definitely true what they say, and yet we still follow it. i still follow it. no matter how dirty, how stupid and idiotic it can be, we still follow it. the difference is that is how much we interpret with the current situation, and as we all know, interpretations change with time, and the person itself.
2. why do we still follow it ? face it, if an announcement made in a speaker hall, what fuck does it has got to do with our lives ? nothing. but we still follow it. i still follow it. i follow because i love my country. nothing patriotic, but i just believe without it, we would be homeless. i won't have anywhere else to go that is considered home. so that is why i follow current political scene.
3. it is without doubt, and with absolute certainty that the current political scene is really, really rubbish. if someone has the ample time to compile every event, it would made a good CSI story. malaysian style. you basically have everything - murder, sex, alcohol, crime, and even, fatwa. you can even compile in a story book and it'll definitely sell in large volumes. so, if you want to become a millionaire, compile every event in malaysian political scene, add a bit of juice, and write in a book. your book would definitely be a sellout , and you'll become the next jk rowling, malaysian version. be inspired .
4. 2008 as i evaluate it, is phenomenal. this is a phenomenal year. so many things occur this year, and i'm definitely certain that things would never be the same again. i had to admit that, since the general election earlier this year, i believe our generation onwards are re-writing the history. next few years is going to be an exciting year. who knows- the recession we face, my observe the next renaissance. with obama as the first black president- the possibility is definitely, endless.
5. but what is definitely certain that we are becoming more aware of what's happening in the world, at least in the daily basis. the recession for example, made most of us to check out the latest developments in the business scene- whether for bad , or for worse.
6. the mass media- at least in the local scene has not be the only source of information we use. because not all stories are true. when the government owns the information, they can bend as they like. the advantage we have now is that we know how to judge a reported information- who's reporting rubbish, and who's not . the evolution of human judgment that the ruling government have overseen - at least in the local scene.
7. alas, at the darkest times lies the light- or the light of hope that comes out of unpredictable. the human spirit of hope seems to be the ultimate weakness or the greatest strength. history- even by religion has proved at the darkest era- comes alive a 'savior' that serves as an inspiration of change. it is not difficult to name some- jesus, muhammad, corpenicus, even newton. these individuals existed in the most darkest era - and yet their existence is so important we are not what we are today without their contribution.
8. so what does it has to do with the situation now ? well, i strongly believe that by history, we should know better how to respond to a crisis- but this is otherwise. i can say that rather ruled by wisdom and experience, we are in the world ruled by just two elements : fear and greed.
9. it is way too hopeless now - it's up to us how we want to shape the future we want. i don't want to waste all day poking people in facebook - we have to channel this useless habit to something useful - anything - as long than wasting time sitting that fat ass in front of the pc and go out there and do something , anything ..
10. the next renaissance- may observe the revolution rather than evolution based what we observed today - whether we like it or not. it truly depends on how we respond to it - for better or for worse. for what my humble judgment - i'd see a revolution - but whether for good or for worse lies within not with their talent - but with their humanity principles that serves as a guidance.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
between mere coincidence or tell tale sign
1. my previous post elaborated on death. 2008 i would say it's a sad year. lot's of ppl i know have died. what's more saddening is that they died not on natural causes, mostly on accidents. by statistics, a total more than 10 ppl i've known have died, 100% due to road accidents.
2. malaysia has probably the highest rate of accidents in the world, if not in southeast asia. it's one of the countries in the world that you can die easily on the road. so, if you feeling suicidal and a life to spare, pls do come to malaysia and there's a definite chance of getting yourself killed on the road. i would prefer for you to come during the festive holidays. every day there's literally 20 people died on the road. and that's just on formal reports, not including the ones that are not reported.
3. u know, it's scares the fuck out of me thinking of this. it's like watching final destination, but it's fucking real. there are no tell tale signs, just instant death. it'll be so fast that you don't realize you're dead. your soul would be squandering in a dimensionless time.
4. all the telltales signs were there. imagine, last couple of weeks i was literally had a graveyard view for a week, witnessed a funeral took place, and all of a sudden 2 friends which i've known died of a car accident. i was, and still am, very sad. i've just met them on the previous week, and definitely they were very much alive.
5. this was coupled my sudden interest watching constantine. the movie is all about death, satanism, exorcism, religion and so on. what kind of messages am i getting ? it's all coming at once. i just could not figure it out. plus, i was diagnosed potential bronchitis. the world just came crashing in.
6. all of these i realized that, when things go wrong, they go really, really wrong. you just can't explain it with a sound, logical mind. these things are not to be figured out. they are just what they are. forget and get on with it. you can't do much for the dead, for they are dead forever. what can be offered is just prayers and hope. hope. the quintessential attribute of the human spirit that could lead either humanity's weakest weakness or the most powerful weapon.
7. i would simply conclude that don't take telltale signs for grated. i'll guarantee that each of us has experienced deja vu, or simply a prognosis to hint you things to come. They'll come in an assortments of medium ; either in your dreams, or even events that happen closest to you. what matters most is how much you take these telltales , or just mere, coincidence. Fuck coincidence, i just don't believe it even in the most sceptic of mind.
8. anyhow, all my prayers are sent for the departed souls. may they rest in peace. amin. i would guess were are just mere living destined to be dead, waiting our bodies to decompose in heaps of underlaying soils. perhaps what really matters is what have you really accomplish when you're alive. and when you're approaching death, that's where you feel most alive.
cheers
2. malaysia has probably the highest rate of accidents in the world, if not in southeast asia. it's one of the countries in the world that you can die easily on the road. so, if you feeling suicidal and a life to spare, pls do come to malaysia and there's a definite chance of getting yourself killed on the road. i would prefer for you to come during the festive holidays. every day there's literally 20 people died on the road. and that's just on formal reports, not including the ones that are not reported.
3. u know, it's scares the fuck out of me thinking of this. it's like watching final destination, but it's fucking real. there are no tell tale signs, just instant death. it'll be so fast that you don't realize you're dead. your soul would be squandering in a dimensionless time.
4. all the telltales signs were there. imagine, last couple of weeks i was literally had a graveyard view for a week, witnessed a funeral took place, and all of a sudden 2 friends which i've known died of a car accident. i was, and still am, very sad. i've just met them on the previous week, and definitely they were very much alive.
5. this was coupled my sudden interest watching constantine. the movie is all about death, satanism, exorcism, religion and so on. what kind of messages am i getting ? it's all coming at once. i just could not figure it out. plus, i was diagnosed potential bronchitis. the world just came crashing in.
6. all of these i realized that, when things go wrong, they go really, really wrong. you just can't explain it with a sound, logical mind. these things are not to be figured out. they are just what they are. forget and get on with it. you can't do much for the dead, for they are dead forever. what can be offered is just prayers and hope. hope. the quintessential attribute of the human spirit that could lead either humanity's weakest weakness or the most powerful weapon.
7. i would simply conclude that don't take telltale signs for grated. i'll guarantee that each of us has experienced deja vu, or simply a prognosis to hint you things to come. They'll come in an assortments of medium ; either in your dreams, or even events that happen closest to you. what matters most is how much you take these telltales , or just mere, coincidence. Fuck coincidence, i just don't believe it even in the most sceptic of mind.
8. anyhow, all my prayers are sent for the departed souls. may they rest in peace. amin. i would guess were are just mere living destined to be dead, waiting our bodies to decompose in heaps of underlaying soils. perhaps what really matters is what have you really accomplish when you're alive. and when you're approaching death, that's where you feel most alive.
cheers
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
peaceful thots
1. Lately I attended this technical course. It was like any other usual training. But I'm not going to talk about the training. It's about the venue where I attended it. It was unusual, but in some odd way inspiring.
2. All the hotels i've been through nationwide are basically, dull and the same. From there you would able to grasp, and interpret their management style. I've been staying couple of hotels and this one is definitely different. Their management is unique. Then again, I'm not going to talk about hotel management. You have management books all over the world to describe in detail.
3. All these while, people, or what the business world termed it, customers would rate ambiance and location as their primary rating. In this hotel, it's different. My view is not facing the city center, or boring building, or fucked up traffic.
4. No, my view it's actually facing a graveyard. A Muslim graveyard.
5. Initially, it was scary at first. Face it, in front of you, you have several slides you have to go through and just next to it it's a fucking graveyard. I mean, what was on the architect's god damn mind when they were designing a view. Plus, this is a ballroom. You don't exactly score many rating points when you have a ballroom facing the graveyard.
6. But somehow or rather, eventually in time, I began to accept the view. It was not bad at all, but it was peaceful. The dead looks so calm, so quiet, covered with large trees. There was no chaos. What was initially scary now looks very peaceful. I managed to have the opportunity to observe a death burial takes place. Imagine, that was the only time you are a bit closer to god. Watching the body buried somehow put me in humility that we are just an organic matter. Seems that what only matters are the things you have done for the living.
7. It is interesting to note that the hotel acquired the 5 star rating and it has won the best architectural design.
8. So, if it's peace you're looking for, a visit to the grave could be a potential candidate, if not so at least. It's fucking scary, but, stay there long enough, the dead silence is very convincing. I would definitely come to the same place later, hoping for the same view.
Figure : I'm not bullshiting
cheers
2. All the hotels i've been through nationwide are basically, dull and the same. From there you would able to grasp, and interpret their management style. I've been staying couple of hotels and this one is definitely different. Their management is unique. Then again, I'm not going to talk about hotel management. You have management books all over the world to describe in detail.
3. All these while, people, or what the business world termed it, customers would rate ambiance and location as their primary rating. In this hotel, it's different. My view is not facing the city center, or boring building, or fucked up traffic.
4. No, my view it's actually facing a graveyard. A Muslim graveyard.
5. Initially, it was scary at first. Face it, in front of you, you have several slides you have to go through and just next to it it's a fucking graveyard. I mean, what was on the architect's god damn mind when they were designing a view. Plus, this is a ballroom. You don't exactly score many rating points when you have a ballroom facing the graveyard.
6. But somehow or rather, eventually in time, I began to accept the view. It was not bad at all, but it was peaceful. The dead looks so calm, so quiet, covered with large trees. There was no chaos. What was initially scary now looks very peaceful. I managed to have the opportunity to observe a death burial takes place. Imagine, that was the only time you are a bit closer to god. Watching the body buried somehow put me in humility that we are just an organic matter. Seems that what only matters are the things you have done for the living.
7. It is interesting to note that the hotel acquired the 5 star rating and it has won the best architectural design.
8. So, if it's peace you're looking for, a visit to the grave could be a potential candidate, if not so at least. It's fucking scary, but, stay there long enough, the dead silence is very convincing. I would definitely come to the same place later, hoping for the same view.
Figure : I'm not bullshiting
cheers
fuck being complete
1. I'd say, fuck being complete. Why do we have to be complete. Why do we do what we do in the first place. Is it fucking reasonable to do so. Yeah, maybe money or material, but does that complete yourself ?
2. I've been thinking, why do we have to work hard and save money ? To save up to for a respectable wardrobe ? I've been doing all these while, and I did have a respectable wardrobe. CK shirts, armani exchange jeans, and I realized what fuck have I been doing all these while. Why do I need all these ? I had full 3 weeks of wardrobe filled with Zara, but what in hell do I need them for? Who am going to impress ?
3. I guess that all these while I've been misled of how I lead myself. But then again, I have no regrets. In fact, it's good I've done all these while to get where am I right now. I would have correlated that we all had to learn the hard way. People naturally learn the hard way. It's generally hard to change an attitude. God sent 22 or maybe 23 , oh I don't know, prophets to set people's fucking attitude straight. That's how difficult changing attitudes are.
4. Maybe, just maybe it's just worth if the purpose is worth doing fuckingfor. I had seen people working their fucking ass off to achieve their life dreams, not just work dreams. I had a friend selling insurance for a living. It was and still is not a pretty sight working in sales. Facing all kinds of fucked up people from all fucking walks of life is not a encouraging attributes in selling. But it works somehow. He had made it, went out from a fucking dead-end telemarketer and became a fucking made guy now. He's cool. I can still recall, during the early days he was quite having a fucked up time to make his targets. I'd loan him some dough to make ends meet. But it was quite an investment.
5. I would have to say that it is hunger that makes you so alive. It's like having not to fuck for a month, looking for a right opportunity to fuck a girl's brain off. It's the journey, not the destination that matters. It's when we are incomplete, is where we are most alive in our life. It I were just escaped a death incident, the next day my breakfast will be the best breakfast ever in my life.
6. So stop saving for your IKEA ideal living room, or bedroom or any fucking lampshade. I'd do something else to make yourself even my hungrier than before. I don't know what it is, but invest something that it will be worth fucking for, at least for a lifetime.
7. So what am I looking for? Distinguished RE ? Well, maybe . But i'm still looking. But perhaps it would need some inspiration to seek it. Rather than just fucking stall in front of the pc, i'd find inspiration elsewhere, banging a chick would inspire me something. Who knows.
2. I've been thinking, why do we have to work hard and save money ? To save up to for a respectable wardrobe ? I've been doing all these while, and I did have a respectable wardrobe. CK shirts, armani exchange jeans, and I realized what fuck have I been doing all these while. Why do I need all these ? I had full 3 weeks of wardrobe filled with Zara, but what in hell do I need them for? Who am going to impress ?
3. I guess that all these while I've been misled of how I lead myself. But then again, I have no regrets. In fact, it's good I've done all these while to get where am I right now. I would have correlated that we all had to learn the hard way. People naturally learn the hard way. It's generally hard to change an attitude. God sent 22 or maybe 23 , oh I don't know, prophets to set people's fucking attitude straight. That's how difficult changing attitudes are.
4. Maybe, just maybe it's just worth if the purpose is worth doing fuckingfor. I had seen people working their fucking ass off to achieve their life dreams, not just work dreams. I had a friend selling insurance for a living. It was and still is not a pretty sight working in sales. Facing all kinds of fucked up people from all fucking walks of life is not a encouraging attributes in selling. But it works somehow. He had made it, went out from a fucking dead-end telemarketer and became a fucking made guy now. He's cool. I can still recall, during the early days he was quite having a fucked up time to make his targets. I'd loan him some dough to make ends meet. But it was quite an investment.
5. I would have to say that it is hunger that makes you so alive. It's like having not to fuck for a month, looking for a right opportunity to fuck a girl's brain off. It's the journey, not the destination that matters. It's when we are incomplete, is where we are most alive in our life. It I were just escaped a death incident, the next day my breakfast will be the best breakfast ever in my life.
6. So stop saving for your IKEA ideal living room, or bedroom or any fucking lampshade. I'd do something else to make yourself even my hungrier than before. I don't know what it is, but invest something that it will be worth fucking for, at least for a lifetime.
7. So what am I looking for? Distinguished RE ? Well, maybe . But i'm still looking. But perhaps it would need some inspiration to seek it. Rather than just fucking stall in front of the pc, i'd find inspiration elsewhere, banging a chick would inspire me something. Who knows.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
the best kfc i ever had
1. I like to eat chicken. Eating itself alone is considered a full meal for me. Chicken is considered a natural favorite meal for anyone. Having a meal without chicken is like having a girlfriend but you can't have sex with. That's how it is so integral to have a meal with a chicken.
2. I'm not going to talk about chicken. Basically you would pretty much know how it look and taste like, and should I elaborate this subject much further it would be very daunting. But I'd like to share my experience with this particular kind of chicken I had, and all I can say it is one of the most memorable experience I had until now. All I can say is, if have your chicken meal, try having it in a KFC. You could be the lucky one to enjoy a memorable experience. Ol' Colonel Sanders secret recipe is definitely worth its secret.
3. About a million years ago, I was directed to work in a gas firm at the eastern side of the country. It was my first time there, as I was living in the city all these while. I was quite excited about the rave reviews given from my friends, saying it's definitely different there. And so, excited I was, I began my working journey with filling with curiosity, and anxious at the same time.
4. After couple of days there, I can say it's not that bad. In fact it's pretty interesting. It's the only city in the country where it's located right next to the beach and some happening clubs nearby. No, it's not Penang, and it was not definitely JB.
5. There's not a lot of hustle and bustle, and the pace of the city is much slower compared to KL, in which it comes to my favor once in a while. I guess after spending a week I would have covered every single inch of the city. No problem.
6. The nightlife is not bad at all. During that time the clubs were kind of hot. A bit crude and ghotic, but the dj spinned several good hip hop and rnb songs. The crowd were hot and there were a healthy mix of races. Not forgetting hot chicks as well. I have a long story on that . But that's another chapter. The only letdown of the nightlife was they had a very deceiving name. "Boom boom" was not actually the kind of a nightclub name that would give in the mood. It sounds like shagging with a broom.
7. After settling down for couple of weeks, I have made myself comfortable living there. Initially I hang out alone, but then I managed to made couple of friends from all walks of life. And I really do mean all walks of life. There's even surfers, taxi cab drivers, mat rempit, you name it. It was really a pleasant experience. Sometimes during weekdays after work I hang out at the beach, smoking some cigarettes and weed. Yeah, it was a safe time to smoke the finest skunk publicly during that time. Booze was cheap too. A Jack Daniel's whiskey costs a mere RM120. No problem. At nights I would usually rempit around with my car and later hang at the clubs to get some chicks and get wasted till the early morning. What a life back then.
8. The girls there, I tell you again, are the most friendliest bunch. You can even say hi to then randomly and in exchange they'll greet including their numbers. What a total convenience. Probably it's because there were so many colleges nearby and that could only mean hot college chicks. Chances to get friendly and of course real friendly with them are very encouraging.
11. But at this one day, this one day was quite special. I was just completed my game at the beach and headed to the washroom so that I can chill out at the malls. After getting myself done, I had this sudden desire to have chicken for dinner. First thing that came out of my mind was kfc. And so, I headed to my satria and drove off nearby at the mall. It was probably the best chicken I had.
12. I was just about to enter the shop, and I could not help noticing this pretty creature just loafing outside the mall. She was probably waiting for her cab to go home I would guess. She was alone, definitely. I was pretty sure because I think I had lapped the mall couple of times to search for a car park. And, as normal guy, I would just watch her. She was quite attractive. She's got this naturally permed hair and I just couldn't help watching her. I'm sure she's a mix between a Malay and Chinese, which a descent combination. Not too tall, but not too short. She was hot in her Guess jeans and sexy MnG baby tees.
13. I noticed that she noticed me watching her all the time. Initially I was kind of shy to say her hello, but what the fuck, the worst thing is that she'll just tell you fuck off, that's all. I stopped the car, went out with my cigarette and approached her. I just asked her name. She replied and asked me what am I doing here. Suddenly I had this huge confidence rush in me to get her.
14. And so, I just suddenly said that I want her around, have a good time, and send her back. Getting her to bed was not actually my intention, because I just got to know her. But what hell. She was really hot. She has the sweetest boobies that tastes like a cheese tart and her ass was round as teacup. I guessed that she noticed what I was looking at and she just subtly smiled. Anyhow, she didn't mind me ferrying her around. She was quite bored walking the mall with her friends and decided head back her apartment.
15. I found out that she was studying at a college nearby, and she had to go back quite early. I didn't mind. I just asked her if she wants to have a short dinner with me and send her back, and she said it was okay. I bought her a simple meal which in total costs less than rm10.
16. It was around 9pm, and after we had our dinner, she told me that she had to crash with me because the hostel gates closed at 8. I asked her why she did not informed me earlier, and she just said she forgot. All I can interpret that this was really good nice news for me. It was really flattering.
17. The night was really welcoming. We went to catch a movie, and after that head to the beach to lepak. We talked all the way, and it was not like any other boring one night stand boring talks. It was very pleasant. She's quite intelligent, and most important of all, in control with herself. Not serabut at all.
18. Just couple of hours, we were already as a couple and it was a very good night for and her. Near midnight, I asked her if she wanna club and get wasted, and much to my delight, she said okay. So we headed boom boom to party. The dj was great that night. Much of the songs spun was ashanti, chingy and 50 cent. Not bad at all. I opened a chivas bottle just to put the icing on the cake.
19. Couple of hours fronting with her, and a bit tipsy, we were already hot. She was a bit drunk but I was no less different. I wanted to bring her back to my place, but I decided to chill nearby as there were coppers around. We had to play safe, so went to the beach instead. Maybe after the coppers were done I can check in to a hotel.
20. We parked at the beachside, at this parking lot. It was a bit dark, but bright enough to be safe. I didn't care neither does she, as she was all over me and vice versa. Her cupcakes were fantastic, and we just get on with it at the backseat. I didn't realized how much space I can utilize back there. It was just mindblowing.
21. She gave the best bj in the world with the braces on.
22. To put things short, we fucked all the way until the morning comes. We were quite exhausted and slept until noon. At the beachside.
23. That was perhaps, the best kfc I ever had.
2. I'm not going to talk about chicken. Basically you would pretty much know how it look and taste like, and should I elaborate this subject much further it would be very daunting. But I'd like to share my experience with this particular kind of chicken I had, and all I can say it is one of the most memorable experience I had until now. All I can say is, if have your chicken meal, try having it in a KFC. You could be the lucky one to enjoy a memorable experience. Ol' Colonel Sanders secret recipe is definitely worth its secret.
3. About a million years ago, I was directed to work in a gas firm at the eastern side of the country. It was my first time there, as I was living in the city all these while. I was quite excited about the rave reviews given from my friends, saying it's definitely different there. And so, excited I was, I began my working journey with filling with curiosity, and anxious at the same time.
4. After couple of days there, I can say it's not that bad. In fact it's pretty interesting. It's the only city in the country where it's located right next to the beach and some happening clubs nearby. No, it's not Penang, and it was not definitely JB.
5. There's not a lot of hustle and bustle, and the pace of the city is much slower compared to KL, in which it comes to my favor once in a while. I guess after spending a week I would have covered every single inch of the city. No problem.
6. The nightlife is not bad at all. During that time the clubs were kind of hot. A bit crude and ghotic, but the dj spinned several good hip hop and rnb songs. The crowd were hot and there were a healthy mix of races. Not forgetting hot chicks as well. I have a long story on that . But that's another chapter. The only letdown of the nightlife was they had a very deceiving name. "Boom boom" was not actually the kind of a nightclub name that would give in the mood. It sounds like shagging with a broom.
7. After settling down for couple of weeks, I have made myself comfortable living there. Initially I hang out alone, but then I managed to made couple of friends from all walks of life. And I really do mean all walks of life. There's even surfers, taxi cab drivers, mat rempit, you name it. It was really a pleasant experience. Sometimes during weekdays after work I hang out at the beach, smoking some cigarettes and weed. Yeah, it was a safe time to smoke the finest skunk publicly during that time. Booze was cheap too. A Jack Daniel's whiskey costs a mere RM120. No problem. At nights I would usually rempit around with my car and later hang at the clubs to get some chicks and get wasted till the early morning. What a life back then.
8. The girls there, I tell you again, are the most friendliest bunch. You can even say hi to then randomly and in exchange they'll greet including their numbers. What a total convenience. Probably it's because there were so many colleges nearby and that could only mean hot college chicks. Chances to get friendly and of course real friendly with them are very encouraging.
11. But at this one day, this one day was quite special. I was just completed my game at the beach and headed to the washroom so that I can chill out at the malls. After getting myself done, I had this sudden desire to have chicken for dinner. First thing that came out of my mind was kfc. And so, I headed to my satria and drove off nearby at the mall. It was probably the best chicken I had.
12. I was just about to enter the shop, and I could not help noticing this pretty creature just loafing outside the mall. She was probably waiting for her cab to go home I would guess. She was alone, definitely. I was pretty sure because I think I had lapped the mall couple of times to search for a car park. And, as normal guy, I would just watch her. She was quite attractive. She's got this naturally permed hair and I just couldn't help watching her. I'm sure she's a mix between a Malay and Chinese, which a descent combination. Not too tall, but not too short. She was hot in her Guess jeans and sexy MnG baby tees.
13. I noticed that she noticed me watching her all the time. Initially I was kind of shy to say her hello, but what the fuck, the worst thing is that she'll just tell you fuck off, that's all. I stopped the car, went out with my cigarette and approached her. I just asked her name. She replied and asked me what am I doing here. Suddenly I had this huge confidence rush in me to get her.
14. And so, I just suddenly said that I want her around, have a good time, and send her back. Getting her to bed was not actually my intention, because I just got to know her. But what hell. She was really hot. She has the sweetest boobies that tastes like a cheese tart and her ass was round as teacup. I guessed that she noticed what I was looking at and she just subtly smiled. Anyhow, she didn't mind me ferrying her around. She was quite bored walking the mall with her friends and decided head back her apartment.
15. I found out that she was studying at a college nearby, and she had to go back quite early. I didn't mind. I just asked her if she wants to have a short dinner with me and send her back, and she said it was okay. I bought her a simple meal which in total costs less than rm10.
16. It was around 9pm, and after we had our dinner, she told me that she had to crash with me because the hostel gates closed at 8. I asked her why she did not informed me earlier, and she just said she forgot. All I can interpret that this was really good nice news for me. It was really flattering.
17. The night was really welcoming. We went to catch a movie, and after that head to the beach to lepak. We talked all the way, and it was not like any other boring one night stand boring talks. It was very pleasant. She's quite intelligent, and most important of all, in control with herself. Not serabut at all.
18. Just couple of hours, we were already as a couple and it was a very good night for and her. Near midnight, I asked her if she wanna club and get wasted, and much to my delight, she said okay. So we headed boom boom to party. The dj was great that night. Much of the songs spun was ashanti, chingy and 50 cent. Not bad at all. I opened a chivas bottle just to put the icing on the cake.
19. Couple of hours fronting with her, and a bit tipsy, we were already hot. She was a bit drunk but I was no less different. I wanted to bring her back to my place, but I decided to chill nearby as there were coppers around. We had to play safe, so went to the beach instead. Maybe after the coppers were done I can check in to a hotel.
20. We parked at the beachside, at this parking lot. It was a bit dark, but bright enough to be safe. I didn't care neither does she, as she was all over me and vice versa. Her cupcakes were fantastic, and we just get on with it at the backseat. I didn't realized how much space I can utilize back there. It was just mindblowing.
21. She gave the best bj in the world with the braces on.
22. To put things short, we fucked all the way until the morning comes. We were quite exhausted and slept until noon. At the beachside.
23. That was perhaps, the best kfc I ever had.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
cock talk
1. I don't read the newspapers. This is not because the articles were not interesting, but then somehow I realized that the reports were horrendously, biased. It is almost always the nature, if the government owns the information, they can bend it as they want.
2. It is quite obvious the existence of the internet has reshaped the face of politics worldwide, if not locally. I just got the latest news from web saying that Barrack Obama won the presidential race, making him the first black American to become president. This must be a huge, huge breakthrough. Congratulations to Obama and hopefully the 'change that I can believe in' slogan would be realized.
3. Guys like McCain, I would perceive, would belong like yesteryears. If and only if he campaigned during the early or late 90's, he would definitely become president. If I were to compare McCain with any local politician, it would be Ku Li.
4. You can basically get everything from the internet. I don't care if I don't have the telly, in fact it's been broken for quite some time. My cable bills I think has been outstanding for nearly year. As long the internet is on, I'll be happy as a cat.
5. I've been using the net to get a wider horizon of the news, and compare with the local media. The reporting I've observed are so twisted, you just don't know which is true and which is not. But I would have guessed the readers, or the people has become increasingly conscious (or less interested) of what they read. They can basically distinguish of what is legit , or big time bullshit.
6. After for quite some time here's what I can summarize about the local newspapers:
Utusan : A really, really racist newspaper. The biggest ass kisser of the ruling political party, in which I don't want to reveal whom. I don't even read it, let alone buy it.
Berita Harian : Similar as Utusan. Except it is known as the 'house nigger' from the ruling political party, in which again, I don't want to reveal whom. Their level of bullshitting has taken it to a new level of heights.
Star: Doesn't report the actual news. I usually read it when I am looking for a car or a house. Then again I would just use the net and save my hard earned RM1.20 .
NST: So far the 'least' bullshit newspaper that is controlled by the gov't. The arch enemy of Utusan. I just don't know why. Reports good football news and cars anyway.
2. It is quite obvious the existence of the internet has reshaped the face of politics worldwide, if not locally. I just got the latest news from web saying that Barrack Obama won the presidential race, making him the first black American to become president. This must be a huge, huge breakthrough. Congratulations to Obama and hopefully the 'change that I can believe in' slogan would be realized.
3. Guys like McCain, I would perceive, would belong like yesteryears. If and only if he campaigned during the early or late 90's, he would definitely become president. If I were to compare McCain with any local politician, it would be Ku Li.
4. You can basically get everything from the internet. I don't care if I don't have the telly, in fact it's been broken for quite some time. My cable bills I think has been outstanding for nearly year. As long the internet is on, I'll be happy as a cat.
5. I've been using the net to get a wider horizon of the news, and compare with the local media. The reporting I've observed are so twisted, you just don't know which is true and which is not. But I would have guessed the readers, or the people has become increasingly conscious (or less interested) of what they read. They can basically distinguish of what is legit , or big time bullshit.
6. After for quite some time here's what I can summarize about the local newspapers:
Utusan : A really, really racist newspaper. The biggest ass kisser of the ruling political party, in which I don't want to reveal whom. I don't even read it, let alone buy it.
Berita Harian : Similar as Utusan. Except it is known as the 'house nigger' from the ruling political party, in which again, I don't want to reveal whom. Their level of bullshitting has taken it to a new level of heights.
Star: Doesn't report the actual news. I usually read it when I am looking for a car or a house. Then again I would just use the net and save my hard earned RM1.20 .
NST: So far the 'least' bullshit newspaper that is controlled by the gov't. The arch enemy of Utusan. I just don't know why. Reports good football news and cars anyway.
Monday, November 3, 2008
a case of being selfish
1. A while ago when I was a student I had this experience that has brought me a bit down to earth. Sometimes when we are too comfortable about the things we enjoy we tend to forget the suffering of the others. My life was not easy, yet I have almost always believed that there's always somebody else had it worst, or better.
2. Back then the financial reserves was not too dramatic and I had to be prudent in order to survive for the next scholarship allowance to arrive. Nevertheless, I was able to stretch the ringgit for some luxuries that I find myself worth indulging. Apart from that, I was able to take some part time jobs and attended market surveys.
3. Market surveys was an interesting experience. I'll bet most of college/university students, namely in the cities had this opportunity to attend one. It was an excellent, and easiest way to make a buck within the shortest amount of time, instead of prostitution. Nevertheless, one of the prerequisites was that you have to be an elaborate actor and know how to talk persuasively. The amount of dough given was very handsome, ranging from RM50- RM200 per survey. For a student back then, this was enough to get decently wasted in a pool of liquor.
4. Usually the market surveys I've attended was very broad, and it can include anything. The prime objective of these surveys was to acquire the feedback, comments, and constructive criticisms for a given product. I've even attended this survey that involves a floor detergent product in which I never even mopped before. Perhaps the best survey I've attended was beer and whiskey testing whereby it pays highest , and getting wasted at the most economical way.
5. Also, I had the chance to meet people from all walks of life. Discussion with them somehow expands your thinking horizon, but most importantly it showed that the world doesn't revolve around myself all the time.
6. There's this one particular survey I've attended that I'd like to share. The 'commission' upon completion of survey was a handsome RM100. Not bad, it's one of the highest payouts. I was thinking to spend it on a nasty massage in town. It's been couple of months since I had a nice soothing and nasty massage from the thai parlors there. Excited, I was more than prepared to undertake this survey with full confidence and success.
7. The product was nothing difficult, it's just a beat-up cigarettes with a new so-called flavor. I knew this ciggie because it tasted really awful. It was so awful to the extent that you might do yourself better burning a paper and try to smoke it from there. For the pursuit of the money, I had to adjust the following ordeal so that the massage will worth the effort.
8. And so I was at the discussion room, waiting for the corum to be filled. The participants there were diverse, even a express bus driver. I knew it was a bus driver because I recognized the uniform, and I took the bus regularly on my way back to college. But there was this particular fella that caught my attention. He looked very focused. By the look of his age I'd guess he's around late 20's with a family. He's definitely a working paycheck person because he was wearing a plain green shirt with black trouser that has been bought in tesco. While waiting for the coordinator to arrive, I decided to have a small chat with him.
9. Apparently my prognosis was right. He's 29, working in a bank as a clerk. I asked him whether it was his first time in this survey, and he replied , 'yes'. He was looking forward for couple of months, hoping for the pay out to happen. I asked him again what was his intention if you had the money. Instead, he asked me first. I just said to him I'm going to have this nasty massage at a hotel nearby. We just both laughed .
"Actually I really need the money for my wife and kids" he added on.
I replied and asked, "Well, don't you think your pay is good enough to sponsor all the needs ? "
"Hell, no. How much do you think a clerk earns in a bank? "
"Well, I don't know, RM2000 at least ?"
"I'd sell my soul to the devil with that pay, if offered. Right now I'm only worth RM fucking 800 a month"
"What the hell ? RM800 ? My scholarship is higher than that,"
"You see, that's Malaysia and the labor scene. We the frontline people, are almost always treated this way. Wait till you finished your studies and welcome to my world"
"So how you make ends meet ? "
"I'm struggling. Currently I owe lots of debts, my outstanding for my credit card alone is RM50k. I've married for 5 years and still my marriage debt has not been settled."
"How many kids you have ? "
"I had four. I lived in a flat in Rawang and usually I ride the motorbike here".
"Oh hell, that's more than 50 km away and, you're doing this form RM100 ? "
"Dude, RM100 is lot more for me, I'm desperate need for money, wife and kids has not been feeding with noodles for the past week. I want to take them out for a chicken rice meal"
10. That was perhaps the most remembered conversation in which has caused me crashed down to my knees. There I was, using the dough for a sex fee and this guy needs it to feed their family food. I was quite heavy hearted throughout the survey session .
11. At the end of the survey, I just give my RM50 portion to him. Initially he refused, because he did not ask for pity. I insisted saying that I felt like giving.
12. How selfish and self centered we can be. I hope I'll never fall to that category. It's saddening to hear how people struggled in the city. While the employers enjoy big hefty profits, they would not give a fuck to these hard earned working people.
13. Anyway, I've thought of canceling the massage because of my guilt. But I went it anyway because I just cannot tahan. So much for my guilty conscious.
2. Back then the financial reserves was not too dramatic and I had to be prudent in order to survive for the next scholarship allowance to arrive. Nevertheless, I was able to stretch the ringgit for some luxuries that I find myself worth indulging. Apart from that, I was able to take some part time jobs and attended market surveys.
3. Market surveys was an interesting experience. I'll bet most of college/university students, namely in the cities had this opportunity to attend one. It was an excellent, and easiest way to make a buck within the shortest amount of time, instead of prostitution. Nevertheless, one of the prerequisites was that you have to be an elaborate actor and know how to talk persuasively. The amount of dough given was very handsome, ranging from RM50- RM200 per survey. For a student back then, this was enough to get decently wasted in a pool of liquor.
4. Usually the market surveys I've attended was very broad, and it can include anything. The prime objective of these surveys was to acquire the feedback, comments, and constructive criticisms for a given product. I've even attended this survey that involves a floor detergent product in which I never even mopped before. Perhaps the best survey I've attended was beer and whiskey testing whereby it pays highest , and getting wasted at the most economical way.
5. Also, I had the chance to meet people from all walks of life. Discussion with them somehow expands your thinking horizon, but most importantly it showed that the world doesn't revolve around myself all the time.
6. There's this one particular survey I've attended that I'd like to share. The 'commission' upon completion of survey was a handsome RM100. Not bad, it's one of the highest payouts. I was thinking to spend it on a nasty massage in town. It's been couple of months since I had a nice soothing and nasty massage from the thai parlors there. Excited, I was more than prepared to undertake this survey with full confidence and success.
7. The product was nothing difficult, it's just a beat-up cigarettes with a new so-called flavor. I knew this ciggie because it tasted really awful. It was so awful to the extent that you might do yourself better burning a paper and try to smoke it from there. For the pursuit of the money, I had to adjust the following ordeal so that the massage will worth the effort.
8. And so I was at the discussion room, waiting for the corum to be filled. The participants there were diverse, even a express bus driver. I knew it was a bus driver because I recognized the uniform, and I took the bus regularly on my way back to college. But there was this particular fella that caught my attention. He looked very focused. By the look of his age I'd guess he's around late 20's with a family. He's definitely a working paycheck person because he was wearing a plain green shirt with black trouser that has been bought in tesco. While waiting for the coordinator to arrive, I decided to have a small chat with him.
9. Apparently my prognosis was right. He's 29, working in a bank as a clerk. I asked him whether it was his first time in this survey, and he replied , 'yes'. He was looking forward for couple of months, hoping for the pay out to happen. I asked him again what was his intention if you had the money. Instead, he asked me first. I just said to him I'm going to have this nasty massage at a hotel nearby. We just both laughed .
"Actually I really need the money for my wife and kids" he added on.
I replied and asked, "Well, don't you think your pay is good enough to sponsor all the needs ? "
"Hell, no. How much do you think a clerk earns in a bank? "
"Well, I don't know, RM2000 at least ?"
"I'd sell my soul to the devil with that pay, if offered. Right now I'm only worth RM fucking 800 a month"
"What the hell ? RM800 ? My scholarship is higher than that,"
"You see, that's Malaysia and the labor scene. We the frontline people, are almost always treated this way. Wait till you finished your studies and welcome to my world"
"So how you make ends meet ? "
"I'm struggling. Currently I owe lots of debts, my outstanding for my credit card alone is RM50k. I've married for 5 years and still my marriage debt has not been settled."
"How many kids you have ? "
"I had four. I lived in a flat in Rawang and usually I ride the motorbike here".
"Oh hell, that's more than 50 km away and, you're doing this form RM100 ? "
"Dude, RM100 is lot more for me, I'm desperate need for money, wife and kids has not been feeding with noodles for the past week. I want to take them out for a chicken rice meal"
10. That was perhaps the most remembered conversation in which has caused me crashed down to my knees. There I was, using the dough for a sex fee and this guy needs it to feed their family food. I was quite heavy hearted throughout the survey session .
11. At the end of the survey, I just give my RM50 portion to him. Initially he refused, because he did not ask for pity. I insisted saying that I felt like giving.
12. How selfish and self centered we can be. I hope I'll never fall to that category. It's saddening to hear how people struggled in the city. While the employers enjoy big hefty profits, they would not give a fuck to these hard earned working people.
13. Anyway, I've thought of canceling the massage because of my guilt. But I went it anyway because I just cannot tahan. So much for my guilty conscious.
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