About a week ago I went to a petrol station to fill my car’s empty fuel tank. I filled it to the brim. I reset the meter to zero like I usually do but the fuel gauge pointed to half.
“Heh, it must need a few moments while the engine runs to fully erect” I thought.
Several kilometers went by but the gauge was still halfway. So I went at variable speeds, did a few sudden brakes, jerked my ride and drove uphill and down. Nothing happened.
“Damn! It’s stuck!” and I even tried knocking on it.
“Damn! It’s still stuck!”
It stayed that way for days and days. “Oh geez! Just what I need! My car’s first faulty instrument. Should I be expecting this? It’s not even three years old yet. I wonder how much it would cost to get fixed, or worse, replaced! Looks like I have to rely on the meter to estimate how much fuel I have left, for now.”
For diagnostic reasons, I planned to let the fuel run low, very low. Maybe, just maybe, thirst would bring it back to its senses.
Then yesterday morning as I was halfway to work, I glanced at the meter which indicated that I have about 50 kilometers to go before my next pit stop.
“How I wish the fuel gauge’s working” I sighed and checked the fuel level. I took another good look because the needle seemed to be pointing to ‘E’! Good Lord! I have never been so glad to see my fuel indicator show empty before.
“Hey! You’re back!” I exclaimed in joy and smiled all the way to work.
On my way home that evening I refueled my tank to one third and the gauge responded nicely. Maybe it choked when I last refueled; maybe it’s just playing with me.
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
Friday, December 22, 2006
All decked up!
25 December falls on Monday this year. Wish it would fall on Sunday so we Malaysians could use Monday to recuperate after a long and hard Christmas party. All ready and willing for work on Tuesday. Those fortunate enough to get leaves days after that, rejoice.
But whatever.
Hear me cheer.
Bring all your merry bells out and jingle them all about!
Christmas’ right on time this year, can you hear the red nose reindeer?
Some dream of white, others have a blue, but you know what? I don’t have a clue.
See I’m running out of schnapps, and I’m too old (and heavy) for Santa’s lap
So all I want for Christmas is to do whatever I want to do.
Be it dim, be it bright, it sure won't be a silent night.
As for a holy night, well, you go'head'n decide.
While you’re at it, add to this bit by bit, just don’t give me any sh*t.
It's Christmas y'all.
But whatever.
Hear me cheer.
Bring all your merry bells out and jingle them all about!
Christmas’ right on time this year, can you hear the red nose reindeer?
Some dream of white, others have a blue, but you know what? I don’t have a clue.
See I’m running out of schnapps, and I’m too old (and heavy) for Santa’s lap
So all I want for Christmas is to do whatever I want to do.
Be it dim, be it bright, it sure won't be a silent night.
As for a holy night, well, you go'head'n decide.
While you’re at it, add to this bit by bit, just don’t give me any sh*t.
It's Christmas y'all.
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Sealed...
One week after I was grounded by AirAsia, I flew to Kuching on Wednesday. This time, nothing unfortunate happened on my cheap fare flight. Besides, it was four days ahead of the deadline. I was on my way to my best friend’s wedding reception, scheduled on Saturday, 2nd December 2006. No, it’s nothing like Julia Robert’s.
Many months before the wedding date, after he announced his wedding intentions, I shamelessly told him “I want to be your best man”
And he said “Trust me, you’ll be the first one I’ll ask”
“Great! Just tell me the date in advance so I could get cheap airfare. You know how AirAsia works… tickets are usually cheaper months before flight date”
But things change and plans get reworked.
He e-mailed in March, “…This a top secret project (if you tell anyone I’d have to kill you). We (you know who) is planning the ‘BIG DAY’ maybe early December. One item in the checklist is emcee of the night. Since the guests would be multi-racial, if possible, the emcee must be able to speak Iban+English+Malay (Bidayuh also can). There are professional emcees but they are $$$$$$$. So I thought about you (how nice of me). Do you think you can handle the crowd, throw in a few jokes, do what emcee normally does?? You would be famous, well at least for that night. And if you are lucky you might grab the attention of pretty (or not so pretty) chicks (or aunty). Give it a thought and let me know.”
I replied;
“YES! I DO! Ehehe.
Tell me the date and I’ll kill to make myself available.
It is extremely delightful reading your mail. Not the ordinary forwarded stuff.
I’ll be your emcee alright. I’ll have a good exposure during my brother’s wedding in a longhouse in Bintulu. He’s marrying an Iban girl. Scheduled 3rd June. Time to brush up on my Iban then. And, I’ll be ready to go for your wedding. As for the crowd, I’ll work them like dough. Oh no, does that mean I’m not your best man? Anyway, if I have to choose, emcee is more exciting and involved”
Finally December came and I was excited to attend the wedding, despite being not quite ready with the emcee job. Work and socializing took much of my preparation time. Well, that’s just an excuse. But I was determined nonetheless.
I was also assigned with the video camera for the Church blessing in the Morning and the photography session at the Taman Sahabat park thereafter. Everything went well and as planned. Here are the morning pictures, starting with the make-up session at the bridal studio.
The groom in the background
While the bride was getting made, we took advantage of the various interesting sets and props at the studio.
The groom with the father and brother in law, and a friend.
The bride with the make up artist and the bridal's coordinator
At the altar.
After the church blessing ceremony.
Photo session at church. This went on for well over an hour. Too many cameras and guests, too little time (and patience; well, it's a once in a lifetime occasion after all.).
The married couple with two of the groom's highschool buddies (we're housemates).
The photo session tour at the park late that morning. I swear, everyone got unnecessarily tanned, especially at the forehead.
One of the many oriental themed structures at Taman Sahabat, Kuching.
These couples look cute. Cats and all.
Ok, make enough benches like this and one idiot is bound to get weird ideas. Foolish enough to post it here even. And you know what, I think this marriage is sealed solid, with a kiss!
Many months before the wedding date, after he announced his wedding intentions, I shamelessly told him “I want to be your best man”
And he said “Trust me, you’ll be the first one I’ll ask”
“Great! Just tell me the date in advance so I could get cheap airfare. You know how AirAsia works… tickets are usually cheaper months before flight date”
But things change and plans get reworked.
He e-mailed in March, “…This a top secret project (if you tell anyone I’d have to kill you). We (you know who) is planning the ‘BIG DAY’ maybe early December. One item in the checklist is emcee of the night. Since the guests would be multi-racial, if possible, the emcee must be able to speak Iban+English+Malay (Bidayuh also can). There are professional emcees but they are $$$$$$$. So I thought about you (how nice of me). Do you think you can handle the crowd, throw in a few jokes, do what emcee normally does?? You would be famous, well at least for that night. And if you are lucky you might grab the attention of pretty (or not so pretty) chicks (or aunty). Give it a thought and let me know.”
I replied;
“YES! I DO! Ehehe.
Tell me the date and I’ll kill to make myself available.
It is extremely delightful reading your mail. Not the ordinary forwarded stuff.
I’ll be your emcee alright. I’ll have a good exposure during my brother’s wedding in a longhouse in Bintulu. He’s marrying an Iban girl. Scheduled 3rd June. Time to brush up on my Iban then. And, I’ll be ready to go for your wedding. As for the crowd, I’ll work them like dough. Oh no, does that mean I’m not your best man? Anyway, if I have to choose, emcee is more exciting and involved”
Finally December came and I was excited to attend the wedding, despite being not quite ready with the emcee job. Work and socializing took much of my preparation time. Well, that’s just an excuse. But I was determined nonetheless.
I was also assigned with the video camera for the Church blessing in the Morning and the photography session at the Taman Sahabat park thereafter. Everything went well and as planned. Here are the morning pictures, starting with the make-up session at the bridal studio.
The groom in the background
While the bride was getting made, we took advantage of the various interesting sets and props at the studio.
The groom with the father and brother in law, and a friend.
The bride with the make up artist and the bridal's coordinator
At the altar.
After the church blessing ceremony.
Photo session at church. This went on for well over an hour. Too many cameras and guests, too little time (and patience; well, it's a once in a lifetime occasion after all.).
The married couple with two of the groom's highschool buddies (we're housemates).
The photo session tour at the park late that morning. I swear, everyone got unnecessarily tanned, especially at the forehead.
One of the many oriental themed structures at Taman Sahabat, Kuching.
These couples look cute. Cats and all.
Ok, make enough benches like this and one idiot is bound to get weird ideas. Foolish enough to post it here even. And you know what, I think this marriage is sealed solid, with a kiss!.
.
Wedding reception pictures and story to follow soon.
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Grounded
Less than three weeks ago, I had to make an urgent hand delivery for a tender submission to Miri. It was rather unexpected since we planned to send the package via courier. However, since we didn’t receive the relevant information in time (2 days before deadline), the only option was for me to hand carry it there. The submission time was Thursday, before 3pm. So I bought tickets to board the low fare airline, AirAsia, to Miri, departing at 7.20am. Arriving at 9.20 that Thursday morning should give me enough time to deliver the package and meet our clients the rest of the day.
The normal air fare would be around RM1000 by Malaysia Airlines but my return flight with AirAsia cost only RM500++. I figured I could help save company’s money this way. Plus, an uncertain tender submission should not cost so much.
I arrived at the Low Cost Carrier Terminal as scheduled. The cabin was only half full so I managed to get a private seat by the window at the right wing portion. I tried to catch a nap as the aircrafts around mine make their way to the runway. The high volume of morning air traffic dragged the flight’s take off time to 8am.
The take off wasn’t quite as smooth but we were fast ascending in mid air nonetheless. There were several notable irregular sounds coming from the engine and wing segment. One was a rather loud mechanical gear sound and the other sounded like someone blowing into a microphone at a constant 30 seconds interval; except it wasn’t coming from the speaker above. It was transmitted through the body of the plane and it seemed to originate from the wing segment. That went on throughout the ascend.
I was so sleepy and dying to start my hibernating process that I didn’t give the sounds much thought.
[intercom *ding…]
“…please fasten your seatbelt, put your seat upright and stow you table to its original position.”
The announcement woke me up, ‘Oh great, bad weather. Just what I need’ I thought.
Heck, I’ve been through a few notoriously rough plane rides to hate this situation. 8.15am was the time on my watch and I went ‘yup, we’re not in the right altitude to dodge these nasty clouds’
Another five minutes passed before I heard the pilot say ‘Cabin Crew, please be seated for the landing’
What the ….. we’re landing? Now? How long have I been asleep? It’s only twenty minutes after take off. We can’t be landing now? We must still be above KL!!!
I looked out the window and saw a familiar sight; the runway I saw 25 minutes ago. Hey, there’s LCCT, AGAIN!
[Tires screeching, jet engine buzzing violently] “Welcome to LCC Terminal, Kuala Lumpur International Airport. Please remain seated until the seatbelt sign is switched off. Please make sure all electronic devices; especially your cell phones are switched off until you are in the terminal building. Please bring all your hand luggage with you when leaving the aircraft and wait in the departure hall for further notice” came the announcement.
‘Ok, we’re really back where we started 30 minutes ago. What the hell happened. Why is everybody so calm and not curious at all? Clearly I’m the only one missing the vital info’ I thought.
As I approached the exit door I asked the flight attendant “Uhm, excuse me. I missed the announcement earlier, but what happened?”
“Hydraulics problem” she said calmly, conveniently smiled and turned the other way.
“Oh, ok” I replied. The answer was simple and precise enough for my tired and sleepy brain so I left it at that.
Walking down the stairs slowly got me out of daze. I looked back toward the plane as everybody was making their way to the departure hall.
‘How bizarre is this?’ I asked myself.
I gazed up at the crimson morning sky and these words rang in my ears ‘there and back again’
As soon as everyone was in the terminal building, the engineers opened up the plane’s belly and started fixing God-knows-what. Here’s a thought: What if they caused another problem while trying to fix the faulty hydraulics? Don’t they have spare planes for situations like this? It’s not exactly a bicycle which can be used right after it’s fixed, or is this AirAsia’s idea of a bicycle?
Of all the planes parked here that morning, all took off without a glitch but mine.
Chronologically,
9.30am : They announced that they were still unable to determine the flight departure time. After waiting for an hour, that was the best they can tell us.
9.31am: We were made to wait indefinitely.
10.30am : They finally announced that departure was scheduled at 11.45am. It was a temporary relief since that would enable me to deliver the package less than 15 minutes before closing time, 3pm, tentatively of course. Provided there are no more unknown glitches surfacing.
10:45am: They distributed 500ml of mineral water, small packs of Swiss roll cake and a bun with traces of sardine paste in the middle; rationed like butter during World War II.
11.30am: We boarded the plane.
11.50am: Take off.
Everything went as per ammended schedule, after more than four hours' delay, with an uncertain flight's fate. Praying mode: 'ON'
Soon after we were at cruising altitude, the flight attendants were out with snacks to be purchased. They’re basically instant noodles, sandwiches and packet drinks sold three times the normal price. Things do get increasingly pricy with altitude. They should really teach that in school.
I was tempted to say “No thanks. I’m not buying another crap from AirAsia, not today”.
I kept quiet instead.
NOW EVERYONE CAN FLY KITE
The normal air fare would be around RM1000 by Malaysia Airlines but my return flight with AirAsia cost only RM500++. I figured I could help save company’s money this way. Plus, an uncertain tender submission should not cost so much.
I arrived at the Low Cost Carrier Terminal as scheduled. The cabin was only half full so I managed to get a private seat by the window at the right wing portion. I tried to catch a nap as the aircrafts around mine make their way to the runway. The high volume of morning air traffic dragged the flight’s take off time to 8am.
The take off wasn’t quite as smooth but we were fast ascending in mid air nonetheless. There were several notable irregular sounds coming from the engine and wing segment. One was a rather loud mechanical gear sound and the other sounded like someone blowing into a microphone at a constant 30 seconds interval; except it wasn’t coming from the speaker above. It was transmitted through the body of the plane and it seemed to originate from the wing segment. That went on throughout the ascend.
I was so sleepy and dying to start my hibernating process that I didn’t give the sounds much thought.
[intercom *ding…]
“…please fasten your seatbelt, put your seat upright and stow you table to its original position.”
The announcement woke me up, ‘Oh great, bad weather. Just what I need’ I thought.
Heck, I’ve been through a few notoriously rough plane rides to hate this situation. 8.15am was the time on my watch and I went ‘yup, we’re not in the right altitude to dodge these nasty clouds’
Another five minutes passed before I heard the pilot say ‘Cabin Crew, please be seated for the landing’
What the ….. we’re landing? Now? How long have I been asleep? It’s only twenty minutes after take off. We can’t be landing now? We must still be above KL!!!
I looked out the window and saw a familiar sight; the runway I saw 25 minutes ago. Hey, there’s LCCT, AGAIN!
[Tires screeching, jet engine buzzing violently] “Welcome to LCC Terminal, Kuala Lumpur International Airport. Please remain seated until the seatbelt sign is switched off. Please make sure all electronic devices; especially your cell phones are switched off until you are in the terminal building. Please bring all your hand luggage with you when leaving the aircraft and wait in the departure hall for further notice” came the announcement.
‘Ok, we’re really back where we started 30 minutes ago. What the hell happened. Why is everybody so calm and not curious at all? Clearly I’m the only one missing the vital info’ I thought.
As I approached the exit door I asked the flight attendant “Uhm, excuse me. I missed the announcement earlier, but what happened?”
“Hydraulics problem” she said calmly, conveniently smiled and turned the other way.
“Oh, ok” I replied. The answer was simple and precise enough for my tired and sleepy brain so I left it at that.
Walking down the stairs slowly got me out of daze. I looked back toward the plane as everybody was making their way to the departure hall.
‘How bizarre is this?’ I asked myself.
I gazed up at the crimson morning sky and these words rang in my ears ‘there and back again’
As soon as everyone was in the terminal building, the engineers opened up the plane’s belly and started fixing God-knows-what. Here’s a thought: What if they caused another problem while trying to fix the faulty hydraulics? Don’t they have spare planes for situations like this? It’s not exactly a bicycle which can be used right after it’s fixed, or is this AirAsia’s idea of a bicycle?
Of all the planes parked here that morning, all took off without a glitch but mine.Chronologically,
9.30am : They announced that they were still unable to determine the flight departure time. After waiting for an hour, that was the best they can tell us.
9.31am: We were made to wait indefinitely.
10.30am : They finally announced that departure was scheduled at 11.45am. It was a temporary relief since that would enable me to deliver the package less than 15 minutes before closing time, 3pm, tentatively of course. Provided there are no more unknown glitches surfacing.
10:45am: They distributed 500ml of mineral water, small packs of Swiss roll cake and a bun with traces of sardine paste in the middle; rationed like butter during World War II.
11.30am: We boarded the plane.
11.50am: Take off.
Everything went as per ammended schedule, after more than four hours' delay, with an uncertain flight's fate. Praying mode: 'ON'
Soon after we were at cruising altitude, the flight attendants were out with snacks to be purchased. They’re basically instant noodles, sandwiches and packet drinks sold three times the normal price. Things do get increasingly pricy with altitude. They should really teach that in school.
I was tempted to say “No thanks. I’m not buying another crap from AirAsia, not today”.
I kept quiet instead.
NOW EVERYONE CAN FLY KITEThursday, December 07, 2006
How you doin'
For a long while this space has shown ‘Jealous and insecure’ without any hint of a refreshing change. What a statement to leave eh…
The past month has been filled with all sorts of interesting events, from bizarre work-related flight delay right through a beautiful wedding. Gosh, I really need to document them before I lose all the details and emotions worthy of posting. There’s one magical word which describes the way things went all this while. It conveniently explains everything and it says ‘Busy’.
But this post is not about an apology (neither is it necessary). I’m just giving myself (and those who still visit) advance notice of the things I should see here. Sometimes I do ask myself ‘I wonder what I’ve been up to these days’. Because lately things happen so fast that I could barely keep track. It’s almost Christmas and pretty soon it will be two thousand seven!
Meanwhile, the fun keeps on coming!
Come next weekend I will be in Kapit for another round of my best friend’s wedding reception. All in good times.
The past month has been filled with all sorts of interesting events, from bizarre work-related flight delay right through a beautiful wedding. Gosh, I really need to document them before I lose all the details and emotions worthy of posting. There’s one magical word which describes the way things went all this while. It conveniently explains everything and it says ‘Busy’.
But this post is not about an apology (neither is it necessary). I’m just giving myself (and those who still visit) advance notice of the things I should see here. Sometimes I do ask myself ‘I wonder what I’ve been up to these days’. Because lately things happen so fast that I could barely keep track. It’s almost Christmas and pretty soon it will be two thousand seven!
Meanwhile, the fun keeps on coming!
Come next weekend I will be in Kapit for another round of my best friend’s wedding reception. All in good times.
Friday, November 17, 2006
Jealous & Insecure
Is there anything worse than having a jealous and insecure partner? How about severe bitchy attitude? How about having limited friends and dictating how you should go about keeping yours. How about not making up for the things that she lacks; looks and charm? But instead going about being possessive and feeling threatened by every girl that comes near you. The world could end if she ever forgets to wear that long face every time she’s not happy about something. As if that’s not enough, she’s making all kinds of absurd accusations about you being disloyal, flirty and scandalous.
How does anyone keep being this way? Why is there so much distrust and senseless judgment? The negative psychological behavior is not only irritating others but eating the person as well. And don’t even get me started about the effect it has on the relationship. And how long can this kind of relationship last? Would it surprise you if I told you one still exist after more than three years of endurance? Yeah, more grueling than Le Mans and Paris-Dakar Rally I tell you.
Is there an end to this baffling journey? Can the relationship be saved? Is it worth the headache and mental disturbance? Is she worth all that?
I guess it depends on the other party’s priority, reasoning and whatever else that holds him back.
As a friend, I have to accept the decision he makes in charting his own life's path, even if the reason is beyond me. He has after all repeatedly acknowledged the problem and tries to address it from time to time.
He has not however asked my opinion and advice on the course of action.
Seriously, if it was up to me, the title of this post should really read ‘Dump’. A freaking long time ago I must add.
How does anyone keep being this way? Why is there so much distrust and senseless judgment? The negative psychological behavior is not only irritating others but eating the person as well. And don’t even get me started about the effect it has on the relationship. And how long can this kind of relationship last? Would it surprise you if I told you one still exist after more than three years of endurance? Yeah, more grueling than Le Mans and Paris-Dakar Rally I tell you.
Is there an end to this baffling journey? Can the relationship be saved? Is it worth the headache and mental disturbance? Is she worth all that?
I guess it depends on the other party’s priority, reasoning and whatever else that holds him back.
As a friend, I have to accept the decision he makes in charting his own life's path, even if the reason is beyond me. He has after all repeatedly acknowledged the problem and tries to address it from time to time.
He has not however asked my opinion and advice on the course of action.
Seriously, if it was up to me, the title of this post should really read ‘Dump’. A freaking long time ago I must add.
Monday, November 13, 2006
Damp no more
Is it raining outside? Do you sometimes end up with damp and smelly clothes from the indoor air dryer? Do you wish you have a cheaper way to get fresh and dry clothes without spending a fortune on a dryer or paying for the electricity cost of running one everyday?
Guys (and handy girls), here’s one rainy day project that’s perfect for, well, rainy days!
I just made one last week since my apartment’s drying section never gets any sunlight and it used to take days to dry my clothes during this rainy season. I've been wanting to make one for a while. I call it my 'active clothes aerator'.
Ooooozaah.....
Guys (and handy girls), here’s one rainy day project that’s perfect for, well, rainy days!
I just made one last week since my apartment’s drying section never gets any sunlight and it used to take days to dry my clothes during this rainy season. I've been wanting to make one for a while. I call it my 'active clothes aerator'.
The frame is best made of wood. It can be used wood lying around the house or a premium item from your favorite hardware store or wood mall. If you have welding tools and a metal fetish, by all means, erect a metal frame. It pays to build a sturdy frame, including braces if necessary. Wouldn’t want your clothes to tumble dry-NOT.
It would be wise to first buy a ventilation/exhaust fan from your favorite store or have the measurement ready before you build the frame. It’s nice to have it sit nicely on top so that replacement or an upgrade will be a breeze. The cheapest go for less than RM60. But size does matter; it has to suck (air) real good. If your clothes could talk, they’d say ‘suck me dry baby’.
Sorry, I’ve slipped off course again.
Anyway, don’t forget to fit the hanger rail and castors for portability. Your neighbor might want to borrow your portable dryer. Of course it doesn’t hurt to charge rental. And you don’t want to operate it in your room while you’re sleeping, unless pneumonia is okay by you.
Finally, cover every sides of the frame with plastic, leaving the bottom open for air intake. This includes the top section, where it’s not covered by the exhaust fan. Choose either transparent, print decorated or solid colored plastic for plain or artsy finish. I use a transparent plastic shower curtain. This way, I could see my clothes dance themselves dry. It’s entertaining but don’t throw away your TV or fish tank. They are there for a reason- to keep you sane.
That’s it!
Say what? Step by step guide? Measurements?
Well, you’ll just have to figure it out yourself. This is not a sponsored site. Plus I hate to insult your intelligence and creativity.
If you find the concept a tad difficult to follow, just picture the much adored Marylyn Monroe. That'll help your creativity juice flow, and may your clothes get the much needed blow.
Ooooozaah.....
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Hello...
I received a text from Francis while going about my routine at work.
I was just about to make a business call then. Upon reading the message, I put down the office phone and started to digest the intention and draft a response
It read (and I hope you don’t mind me disclosing) “You must be having a LIFE as you hardly blog these days! Cheers.”
How delightful! I wrote back “Hello! Great to hear from you. Yeah, I sort of forgot about blogging. Not so much of a happening life, just relatively occupied and not much to blog about. But I’ll post one later today, attributed to your greeting. Cheers!”
It has been a long while since anyone seen an update here. Things keep on happening everyday but none found its way into this sphere. Maybe I’m just lazy. Or maybe they’re not profound enough. Blogging about life was fun and interesting and all but over the months (and years) they start to build a monotonous structure and the big picture that one gets is the routine I go through, no mater how interesting it got started.
After a while you start to think ‘Hey, didn’t the same thing happen last month? Only different time and place?’
Let’s talk about life. Wouldn’t this space be filled with days and days of activities. Stories that tell people the things I do, the places I go to and the people I meet? Yeah, I do stuff, go places and meet loads of wonderful people. I wonder if telling would classify me as a show off…
How would it feel like for someone to read all the nice things another goes through when he or she is not getting any? Boy, that would be depressing indeed.
And what about stories of dissatisfaction and complaints? All the bad luck one gets make it seem like the world hates the blogger. Did I hear someone yell ‘oh stop whining!’ ? True, everyone has problems.
And then there’s self censorship. With all the things happening today, it’s hard to ignore and not speak up - sensitive issues blazing the front pages of local and international media. Two words, ‘Bloggers Beware’. And let’s not even start about self preservation; the need to refrain from overexposure.
Finally, there’s the stale factor. Like I said, many things happened; the good, the bad and the f’ugly. They stirred like el-nino while they lasted but by the time you start typing, everything fizzes down. Nothing beats reporting ‘Live’, but it’s not practical unless you’re paid to do so.
Where is this rant going? Well, I guess it just serves to remind myself that what ever I put down here boils down to responsible behavior. That it’s totally my choice and everything comes with consequences. Always be prepared.
And one more thing, the blogosphere might be virtual but the community is real. Bloggers care when neighbors go missing. I got texts messages, instant messages and e-mail just to say “Hi, how you doin’? ”.
Ain’t life sweet…
I was just about to make a business call then. Upon reading the message, I put down the office phone and started to digest the intention and draft a response
It read (and I hope you don’t mind me disclosing) “You must be having a LIFE as you hardly blog these days! Cheers.”
How delightful! I wrote back “Hello! Great to hear from you. Yeah, I sort of forgot about blogging. Not so much of a happening life, just relatively occupied and not much to blog about. But I’ll post one later today, attributed to your greeting. Cheers!”
It has been a long while since anyone seen an update here. Things keep on happening everyday but none found its way into this sphere. Maybe I’m just lazy. Or maybe they’re not profound enough. Blogging about life was fun and interesting and all but over the months (and years) they start to build a monotonous structure and the big picture that one gets is the routine I go through, no mater how interesting it got started.
After a while you start to think ‘Hey, didn’t the same thing happen last month? Only different time and place?’
Let’s talk about life. Wouldn’t this space be filled with days and days of activities. Stories that tell people the things I do, the places I go to and the people I meet? Yeah, I do stuff, go places and meet loads of wonderful people. I wonder if telling would classify me as a show off…
How would it feel like for someone to read all the nice things another goes through when he or she is not getting any? Boy, that would be depressing indeed.
And what about stories of dissatisfaction and complaints? All the bad luck one gets make it seem like the world hates the blogger. Did I hear someone yell ‘oh stop whining!’ ? True, everyone has problems.
And then there’s self censorship. With all the things happening today, it’s hard to ignore and not speak up - sensitive issues blazing the front pages of local and international media. Two words, ‘Bloggers Beware’. And let’s not even start about self preservation; the need to refrain from overexposure.
Finally, there’s the stale factor. Like I said, many things happened; the good, the bad and the f’ugly. They stirred like el-nino while they lasted but by the time you start typing, everything fizzes down. Nothing beats reporting ‘Live’, but it’s not practical unless you’re paid to do so.
Where is this rant going? Well, I guess it just serves to remind myself that what ever I put down here boils down to responsible behavior. That it’s totally my choice and everything comes with consequences. Always be prepared.
And one more thing, the blogosphere might be virtual but the community is real. Bloggers care when neighbors go missing. I got texts messages, instant messages and e-mail just to say “Hi, how you doin’? ”.
Ain’t life sweet…
Monday, October 30, 2006
Oktoberfest
September ended and I’m wide awake. The holiday season came with candies, cookies and cakes. It’s almost the end of October and I’m not quite sober. Because yesterday I had beer, beer and more beer!
Last week was Oktoberfest in 1 Utama, KL. It was the best! Locally speaking of course…
The real Oktoberfest may have ended on 3rd October in Munich, Germany but it is never too late in October, especially in Malaysia!
I kept typing and deleting words here. *Hick*
Have a look at them pictures instead, aight!
Last week was Oktoberfest in 1 Utama, KL. It was the best! Locally speaking of course…
The real Oktoberfest may have ended on 3rd October in Munich, Germany but it is never too late in October, especially in Malaysia!
I kept typing and deleting words here. *Hick*
Have a look at them pictures instead, aight!
Now that's a sign that would turn any beer drinker into a happy redeemer.
This is the last day, Sunday. I was here on Saturday with a longer 'Q'
Only Warsteiner beers go cheap. The rest go by the bucket. Four in a bucket costs 50 bucks. Heh, payback time I guess.
After my third bottle, they ushered in the roast pig. No, my vision's not blurred yet, it's just my camera.
Guess where a part of that little piggy went... on a plate in front of me. Ruff! That'll do pig, that'll do.
Loads of bucket; the other brands.
The band from Germany, Inntaler Musikanten. That lady can sing!
We sang and we danced to Bavarian tunes. Jolly good times!
And we took part in the beer drinking competition. Those are my fellow competitors/drinkers from the crowd. The first one to finish a bottle with no hands, no spills, strictly mouth to bottle contact, wins.
Guess what, a lady won. Go figure! Look Ma! No hands!*
The Bavarian dancers. They're all local though.
The tricked-out-cars' ladies of the track.
Can-can dancers?
Fiesta!
Hawaian flavor.
And the fun kept on coming.
I had to leave around 10 to hang out with friends who came late. They couldn't make it on time so I made a few new friends to get by. Isolation is not good for me.
What a great way to end the month. I'm wishing upon a star to be at the real thing.
Friday, October 20, 2006
X-Dream
Last night gave me the weirdest but most delightful dream ever. Somehow I was sitting in a common area with two elders, it was approaching dusk. We were each sitting on an armchair, a round coffee table in the middle. The conversation was strangely about heating a glass of water with bare hands. The demonstration was done by the wiser elder. Both his palms were holding the side of the glass and I could see the water starting to bubble. Vapors were appearing and finally the water boiled. I was so impressed that I took the glass and tried my hands at it. I clasped the now warm glass tightly. Nothing happened at first. I began to intensify my concentration and regulate my breathing. I remember someone said that breathing helps in meditation.
Or was it child labor?
Anyway, I soon saw small bubbles appear but the action was disrupted by my breathing cycles. The water seemed to be heating and bubbling when I inhaled deeply and stopped when I exhale. But I was pretty ecstatic with the result. I could actually heat water with my bare hands!
Not long after that I found myself in a special talent workshop. More like special powers workshop. (You know how dreams are, we get removed seamlessly from one place to another with no apparent reason) There were many other teenagers, (yeah, it didn’t feel awkward, I felt like one of them) all excited to start the session. The group was divided into two.
My group was taught to turn on light bulbs with just a touch. After most of us managed to do that, we were taught to control metals. By just pointing toward the metal object, the instructor orchestrated the movements of the white square metal plates forming the ceiling and the walls of the room; they seemed to twist, turn and wriggle. I don’t know how we managed to do it but one by one, each of us successfully attained the skill. One kid even rearranged the ceiling, opening it up before replacing it with fancy decorations.
“Hey, this is almost like having Magneto’s powers” I exclaimed in delight as my left index finger did its magic.
The two groups were then combined and I heard the other instructor said “Ok guys, show them what you’ve learned”
To our amazement, one kid started to float after another. They performed the skills that we were taught. Light up bulbs and bend metals, all this while floating.
“Ah, these could be the advanced kids” I assumed, all green with envy.
Everything seemed real and possible, it didn't occur to me that this might be a dream.
The workshop session ended and we mingled. Not long after that, we were dismissed and I found myself in a small group walking in the fields. Some of us were floating delightfully, happy with what they have learned.
Suddenly I heard someone yelled “Duck! Quick, into the bush!”
We scrambled toward a thick bush of high grass and thick vines. I looked up and saw a green dinosaur. It looked like T-Rex but uglier, and scarier. We were pissing terrified and the inconsistent bush didn’t help. Some of us were occasionally exposed as we cautiously maneuvered our way through.
“Geez, I hope it doesn’t see us before we get to safety” I thought as I rustled my way through the thick grass and choking vines.
And then I woke up.
How come so weird?
It could be the “Goblet of Fire” DVD rerun session last week. The floating and light bulb touches could be the effect of watching Justin Timberlake's 'Rock Your Body' during my daliy dose of MTV before bed. Add to that the holiday season just around the corner and life feels like a summer blockbuster.
Happy Deepavali to Hindu friends.
Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri to Muslim friends.
And to everyone, Happy Holidays.
Let's all be safe.
Or was it child labor?
Anyway, I soon saw small bubbles appear but the action was disrupted by my breathing cycles. The water seemed to be heating and bubbling when I inhaled deeply and stopped when I exhale. But I was pretty ecstatic with the result. I could actually heat water with my bare hands!
Not long after that I found myself in a special talent workshop. More like special powers workshop. (You know how dreams are, we get removed seamlessly from one place to another with no apparent reason) There were many other teenagers, (yeah, it didn’t feel awkward, I felt like one of them) all excited to start the session. The group was divided into two.
My group was taught to turn on light bulbs with just a touch. After most of us managed to do that, we were taught to control metals. By just pointing toward the metal object, the instructor orchestrated the movements of the white square metal plates forming the ceiling and the walls of the room; they seemed to twist, turn and wriggle. I don’t know how we managed to do it but one by one, each of us successfully attained the skill. One kid even rearranged the ceiling, opening it up before replacing it with fancy decorations.
“Hey, this is almost like having Magneto’s powers” I exclaimed in delight as my left index finger did its magic.
The two groups were then combined and I heard the other instructor said “Ok guys, show them what you’ve learned”
To our amazement, one kid started to float after another. They performed the skills that we were taught. Light up bulbs and bend metals, all this while floating.
“Ah, these could be the advanced kids” I assumed, all green with envy.
Everything seemed real and possible, it didn't occur to me that this might be a dream.
The workshop session ended and we mingled. Not long after that, we were dismissed and I found myself in a small group walking in the fields. Some of us were floating delightfully, happy with what they have learned.
Suddenly I heard someone yelled “Duck! Quick, into the bush!”
We scrambled toward a thick bush of high grass and thick vines. I looked up and saw a green dinosaur. It looked like T-Rex but uglier, and scarier. We were pissing terrified and the inconsistent bush didn’t help. Some of us were occasionally exposed as we cautiously maneuvered our way through.
“Geez, I hope it doesn’t see us before we get to safety” I thought as I rustled my way through the thick grass and choking vines.
And then I woke up.
How come so weird?
It could be the “Goblet of Fire” DVD rerun session last week. The floating and light bulb touches could be the effect of watching Justin Timberlake's 'Rock Your Body' during my daliy dose of MTV before bed. Add to that the holiday season just around the corner and life feels like a summer blockbuster.
Happy Deepavali to Hindu friends.
Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri to Muslim friends.
And to everyone, Happy Holidays.
Let's all be safe.
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Happy hours
Exactly last week, I was at a bar with some friends. Nearby was this middle aged man drinking with his friend. Our friends talked and it was only a matter of time that we did. We introduced ourselves and got the small talk going on. I asked him what he does and he told me he was in the insurance business. He didn’t reciprocate immediately. But when he did, he added one startling question, right after asking ‘where do you work and what do you do?’ Guess what the question was…
‘Are you happy?’
What the …..am I happy?! What’s that suppose to mean?
“I’ve been there four years. I’m happy with the environment. I like how things are done. No permanent stress. Heavy work load is seasonal. It suits me just fine.” I explained.
“It’s all about excelling in life. Where do you see yourself five years from now? You must have a plan. Even the government has a five year plan” he said.
“First you set what you want to achieve in five years and the steps to get there. After that five years you evaluate where you stand and trace your steps, improvise and customize your strategies. Set your plan for the next five years” he added.
I just smiled and listened, that’s as polite as I get.
“You see, there's not as much time as you think. When people graduate, they’re in their twenties. As soon as they finish their studies, they look for a job. After a while, you know what they do? They look for another job, a better one. And it goes on like that until they're satisfied with their positions. When people reach my age, there's not much time left. People my age can’t afford to change jobs anymore. Options are limited. So it's very critical to step on it while you’re still young and full of energy” he passionately elaborated.
All that left me thinking ‘when did I seek career consultation? Who does he think he is?’
“I train people to earn half a million each year. On average. Even those not doing so well earn two hundred thousand a year! I’ve been in this business for quite a while. Let me give you my card. Give me a call if you’re interested.” He concluded.
I took his card, gave it a quick look under the dim lighting and put it in my pocket. He was quiet for a while. A glance to the TV made him change the subject. “Hey, how about Schumacher in Japan eh?” he said to another regular. They talked long and hard about the race in Japan. I added the little that I know.
“Eh, switch to 8TV. I think they’re replaying the A1 race. I want to see how Malaysia won the race.” He requested to one of the bartenders.
I waited for him to turn to me and close his recruitment deal but I was spared. I was ready with the backhand smash should he decide to press on. I guess the lack of interest to earn half a million gave it away. Not everyone has the same priority and purpose in life. Sure we all want to earn a fortune, but the end never justifies the means, and neither is it fixed.
I too learned my lesson. If someone asks ‘are you happy?’ after asking about my job, I’d say I most definitely am. I come to drink and have a good time damn’it! Not to be told that my job is less rewarding and I could do better. Much better. I’ll change when I want to. When I see fit. I don’t mean to be rude but it’s my life. Have a nice day *Insert Bon Jovi songs here*
And the nerve. It’s almost like asking ‘how’s your marriage? Are you happy? Can I butt in?’
Oh, and it’s a good thing that he only goes there on Monday nights. There rest of the nights he’s at home. Including weekends! How’s that for a life.
‘Are you happy?’
What the …..am I happy?! What’s that suppose to mean?
“I’ve been there four years. I’m happy with the environment. I like how things are done. No permanent stress. Heavy work load is seasonal. It suits me just fine.” I explained.
“It’s all about excelling in life. Where do you see yourself five years from now? You must have a plan. Even the government has a five year plan” he said.
“First you set what you want to achieve in five years and the steps to get there. After that five years you evaluate where you stand and trace your steps, improvise and customize your strategies. Set your plan for the next five years” he added.
I just smiled and listened, that’s as polite as I get.
“You see, there's not as much time as you think. When people graduate, they’re in their twenties. As soon as they finish their studies, they look for a job. After a while, you know what they do? They look for another job, a better one. And it goes on like that until they're satisfied with their positions. When people reach my age, there's not much time left. People my age can’t afford to change jobs anymore. Options are limited. So it's very critical to step on it while you’re still young and full of energy” he passionately elaborated.
All that left me thinking ‘when did I seek career consultation? Who does he think he is?’
“I train people to earn half a million each year. On average. Even those not doing so well earn two hundred thousand a year! I’ve been in this business for quite a while. Let me give you my card. Give me a call if you’re interested.” He concluded.
I took his card, gave it a quick look under the dim lighting and put it in my pocket. He was quiet for a while. A glance to the TV made him change the subject. “Hey, how about Schumacher in Japan eh?” he said to another regular. They talked long and hard about the race in Japan. I added the little that I know.
“Eh, switch to 8TV. I think they’re replaying the A1 race. I want to see how Malaysia won the race.” He requested to one of the bartenders.
I waited for him to turn to me and close his recruitment deal but I was spared. I was ready with the backhand smash should he decide to press on. I guess the lack of interest to earn half a million gave it away. Not everyone has the same priority and purpose in life. Sure we all want to earn a fortune, but the end never justifies the means, and neither is it fixed.
I too learned my lesson. If someone asks ‘are you happy?’ after asking about my job, I’d say I most definitely am. I come to drink and have a good time damn’it! Not to be told that my job is less rewarding and I could do better. Much better. I’ll change when I want to. When I see fit. I don’t mean to be rude but it’s my life. Have a nice day *Insert Bon Jovi songs here*
And the nerve. It’s almost like asking ‘how’s your marriage? Are you happy? Can I butt in?’
Oh, and it’s a good thing that he only goes there on Monday nights. There rest of the nights he’s at home. Including weekends! How’s that for a life.
Thursday, October 12, 2006
Lil' Miss Me Not
Yikes! It's Thursday, almost the end of the week. I could make myself belive that I don't have a blog if I keep this up. How time flies when work weighs a tonne, and you're not even having fun...
This space has been idle for so many days, even I felt reluctant to drop by. I actually squinted when this page loaded. Sorry guys.
"Hey! I read your blog" said a friend.
Yeah, it's been a while since I updated and I was tempted to say "Huh! You read my what?"
Hmmm... looks like I'm not really into it after all. Damn if I do, damn if I don't.
Catch'ya later, lil' miss me not. *Oh, I'm just talking to my blog.
Later good people.
This space has been idle for so many days, even I felt reluctant to drop by. I actually squinted when this page loaded. Sorry guys.
"Hey! I read your blog" said a friend.
Yeah, it's been a while since I updated and I was tempted to say "Huh! You read my what?"
Hmmm... looks like I'm not really into it after all. Damn if I do, damn if I don't.
Catch'ya later, lil' miss me not. *Oh, I'm just talking to my blog.
Later good people.
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Micro but huge
Got meself this little genie last week and been busy tinkering with the features. It’s relatively new in the Malaysian market for the micro system range but you can bet your bottom dollar it’s obsolete in a few months. You know how it is with technology these days. It’s either wait for the latest edition or upgrade constantly. And we all know the latter is impractical, unless you run your own gadget shop of course.So when is the right time to buy? Whenever you need one damn’it. There’s no point waiting for the better issue. There will always be a new hot chick on the block, somewhere around the corner.
So for the past few days this ‘jalapeno’ waits for me at home, ready to please with its luscious list of features and highlights.
The first rare treat that catches the attention is the USB hosting. Yup! Plug in the thumb drive and play! Music, movies and pictures. But then again, almost all new systems today have this feature.
I already have a JVC DVD player so this main feature here is nothing new. It’s good. Dragon pick, good. Rocket start, good. Universal compatibility, including DivX Ultra, good. And most will acknowledge JVC’s ability to play almost all CDs and DVDs, bootleg, scratched or the real McCoy. Good.
There’s also a karaoke function. Haven’t tried this though.
It’s classified as a micro system but really, it looks more like a mini system. I guess that explains the big sound it generates. Sound Turbo II to be exact. Whatever the counterpart gives; bass, treble - double that. The reason? A built in amplifier. There’s also music and movies mode. Plus, there’s 3D-Phonic for that great personal cinema experience.
The only regret is it lacks the basic tone modes for specific music genres – Pop, Rock, Classic or Jazz. Not even a manual equalizer setting. I guess I’ll have to rely on the available features; experiment with multiple combinations to get the ideal tones. I’m using a huge collection of beautiful Jazz tunes and the ‘Simply Brazil’ and ‘Simply French’ sets from UnionSquare's Simply compilation range.
The speaker box comes in grey only. It matches with the main control unit but I honestly prefer a woody appearance. This one looks… well, a lot like plastic.
But hey, besides the huge sound features, it is also affordable- RM899. Again, I wouldn’t sing too long and loud about this because in a few months it devalues. Walking past this at a shop then would only cause heartbreak.
Right now, while it lasts, I’ll just enjoy this micro system in my micro bedroom. If only I have LCD TV. Let's pray for a price plunge shall we....
Now there's a tongue twister for ya.
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
Jack be quick
Last Friday I was at a lounge/club in Bangsar with a friend. She loves the place because the DJ plays good music. None of that house or trance stuff. Just music you could move to, some new, some old school and some remix. A little bit of Latin salsa added to taste. Throw in some classic rock tunes and I’d be there all night.
She introduced me to the DJ as he was roaming the space in between songs. After a short conversation he looked at me and asked “Do you want that with ice?”
“Huh? What’s that mean?” Puzzled, I grinned wide.
“Do you want it mixed, and with ice?” he asked again
“Seriously man, I don’t get it.” I told him.
“Don’t move!” he told me.
Ok, I could do that. I gave my friend the most puzzled look I could muster and she said “He said don’t move. He’ll be back.”
Yeah I know what he said. I just don’t know what he meant!
We talked a while. Then came DJ Joe with a glass of drink. He handed it to me and I was given the next puzzle.
“Oh snap! What’s he doing. Does he want to clink glasses and say cheers? Coz I haven’t ordered a drink yet. Or is he giving me a drink? He just met me. He can’t be buying me a drink already? I’d be dead embarrassed if it wasn’t for me. Dang, here goes nothing.” So I took the drink.
Sensing that there was nothing else to do but take a sip I lifted my glass and said cheers.
“Hey, this is good. Coke and whiskey! Excellent!” I noted.
With eyes round and wide he smiled and said “JD!”
Then it hit me. “Owh! Oh! ... Wow! With ICE! Yeah! Thank you!” It was a mix of delight and amusement. I forgot that I was wearing this!
Well I never! This is new. I didn't know wearing the right stuff could get you a free drink!
DJ Joe, what a character! Smooth sippin' indeed. I soon learned that he bought his own bottle; for work and friends.
Splendid! I've found another place where someone knows my name. And that someone is Joe! Jack I've known a long time.
She introduced me to the DJ as he was roaming the space in between songs. After a short conversation he looked at me and asked “Do you want that with ice?”
“Huh? What’s that mean?” Puzzled, I grinned wide.
“Do you want it mixed, and with ice?” he asked again
“Seriously man, I don’t get it.” I told him.
“Don’t move!” he told me.
Ok, I could do that. I gave my friend the most puzzled look I could muster and she said “He said don’t move. He’ll be back.”
Yeah I know what he said. I just don’t know what he meant!
We talked a while. Then came DJ Joe with a glass of drink. He handed it to me and I was given the next puzzle.
“Oh snap! What’s he doing. Does he want to clink glasses and say cheers? Coz I haven’t ordered a drink yet. Or is he giving me a drink? He just met me. He can’t be buying me a drink already? I’d be dead embarrassed if it wasn’t for me. Dang, here goes nothing.” So I took the drink.
Sensing that there was nothing else to do but take a sip I lifted my glass and said cheers.
“Hey, this is good. Coke and whiskey! Excellent!” I noted.
With eyes round and wide he smiled and said “JD!”
Then it hit me. “Owh! Oh! ... Wow! With ICE! Yeah! Thank you!” It was a mix of delight and amusement. I forgot that I was wearing this!
Well I never! This is new. I didn't know wearing the right stuff could get you a free drink!DJ Joe, what a character! Smooth sippin' indeed. I soon learned that he bought his own bottle; for work and friends.
Splendid! I've found another place where someone knows my name. And that someone is Joe! Jack I've known a long time.
Monday, September 25, 2006
Fast but not furious
Ramadhan, the fasting month for Muslims around the world is here again.
Selamat berpuasa. Make it count, make it blessed, people...
How does that affect me?
Well, for sure, food bazaars will be everywhere in the evening. There'll be all kinds of food, traditional and international style dishes for starters, main course and deserts. There'll be loads of 'kuih' varieties to choose from, those are knick knacks or local tapas.
Then there's the late supper. An assurance that food will be available up to 4 am! Piping hot! Very convenient during the weekends, especially after football matches.
The pantry will be smoke free for a good month. Nothing like the smell of cigarette smoking to announce one's non compliance. I'm loving the fresh air already.
And just this morning the boss announces that office will close at 5pm, an hour earlier, giving time for everyone to get home and prepare to break fast at sun down. Good news. Ah, that means it's 20 minutes before I get the heck outta here. That was fast!
I suspect the journey home would be a nightmare though. Well, here goes nothing. Diff... diff... (Japanese for 'drift')
Selamat berpuasa. Make it count, make it blessed, people...
How does that affect me?
Well, for sure, food bazaars will be everywhere in the evening. There'll be all kinds of food, traditional and international style dishes for starters, main course and deserts. There'll be loads of 'kuih' varieties to choose from, those are knick knacks or local tapas.
Then there's the late supper. An assurance that food will be available up to 4 am! Piping hot! Very convenient during the weekends, especially after football matches.
The pantry will be smoke free for a good month. Nothing like the smell of cigarette smoking to announce one's non compliance. I'm loving the fresh air already.
And just this morning the boss announces that office will close at 5pm, an hour earlier, giving time for everyone to get home and prepare to break fast at sun down. Good news. Ah, that means it's 20 minutes before I get the heck outta here. That was fast!
I suspect the journey home would be a nightmare though. Well, here goes nothing. Diff... diff... (Japanese for 'drift')
*Selamat berbuka
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
The pace
Remember ...
...how you were so concerned about growing up that there’s just not enough time to enjoy childhood?
...how you can’t wait to get over with school and start work so you don’t have to worry about coursework and exams anymore?
... how you gaze at a bunch of kids and admire their care for absolutely nothing at all?
... how you wondered where this relationship is going and how long it would take to get there, wherever ‘there’ is?
...how you can’t wait to get over with school and start work so you don’t have to worry about coursework and exams anymore?
... how you gaze at a bunch of kids and admire their care for absolutely nothing at all?
... how you wondered where this relationship is going and how long it would take to get there, wherever ‘there’ is?
Exactly!
When was the last time you pulled over and reflect on how fast you were going? Or were you not going fast enough?
Monday, September 18, 2006
You kissed?
On my way to work this morning, at a long traffic light stop, I felt a slight impeded jerk forward, my handbrake was on.
“Oh not again. Who’s it this time” I grumbled as I looked at the rear view mirror. The woman behind looked concerned. She pulled the hand brakes and just sat there. That just means one thing; she doesn’t care and I have to make her.
The light was still red and I glanced to my side for incoming motorbikes. Clear. I got out and walked to see the damage. She instantly opened the door and motioned half her body out.
I looked at my bumper and saw no scratches, bumps and bruises. Oh well, it’s nothing. I turned my head toward her as she gave an inquisitive shrug, as if asking ‘Is everything okay? Are we cool then?’
What a way to start the morning eh? Imagine that. Not even an instant apology. Not even a fake ‘oh, I’m so sorry…’ I was pretty agitated so I gave her a cold look and turned away. If my behind could talk, it’d say ‘yeah, whatever, retard’. I walked straight to my seat. Soon it was time to go.
Huh? What’s that? I’m mean? Hell yeah. Try minding your own business when suddenly someone gives you a rude nudge on your butt. Better yet, get it pinched. And no, they’re not sorry at all. You’ll see what I mean. Besides, we were in the middle of the road. I’m not used to stopping the traffic. And by her looks, she won’t either.
Huh? What’s that? I’m mean? Hell yeah. She can consider herself lucky she’s not my type (read: I'm not amused). Otherwise I’d ask for a chat by the roadside. And maybe her number too. You’ve read bumper stickers and car signs that say ‘You kiss, you pay’. Well, she didn't have to. End of story.
“Oh not again. Who’s it this time” I grumbled as I looked at the rear view mirror. The woman behind looked concerned. She pulled the hand brakes and just sat there. That just means one thing; she doesn’t care and I have to make her.
The light was still red and I glanced to my side for incoming motorbikes. Clear. I got out and walked to see the damage. She instantly opened the door and motioned half her body out.
I looked at my bumper and saw no scratches, bumps and bruises. Oh well, it’s nothing. I turned my head toward her as she gave an inquisitive shrug, as if asking ‘Is everything okay? Are we cool then?’
What a way to start the morning eh? Imagine that. Not even an instant apology. Not even a fake ‘oh, I’m so sorry…’ I was pretty agitated so I gave her a cold look and turned away. If my behind could talk, it’d say ‘yeah, whatever, retard’. I walked straight to my seat. Soon it was time to go.
Huh? What’s that? I’m mean? Hell yeah. Try minding your own business when suddenly someone gives you a rude nudge on your butt. Better yet, get it pinched. And no, they’re not sorry at all. You’ll see what I mean. Besides, we were in the middle of the road. I’m not used to stopping the traffic. And by her looks, she won’t either.
Huh? What’s that? I’m mean? Hell yeah. She can consider herself lucky she’s not my type (read: I'm not amused). Otherwise I’d ask for a chat by the roadside. And maybe her number too. You’ve read bumper stickers and car signs that say ‘You kiss, you pay’. Well, she didn't have to. End of story.
Monday, September 11, 2006
Don't be heisty
Sunday 12.30 pm. I was getting ready to fetch my sister in law at the airport when the phone rings.
Lady: Hello, is this Mr. Agustus?
Agus: Speaking.
Lady: Uh, this is your office neighbor, our office is below yours. You’re a staff of *edited* right?
Agus: Yes, that’s right.
Lady: Yeah, there’s been a break in at our block. All three levels were burglarized. The police are here investigating. You should call a representative to handle the situation at your place.
Agus: Oh, ok.
I hung up. My heart plunged in disbelief. I wished it was just a dream. The conversation sounded faint. It was a good minute before I called my boss and relayed the bad news. He lives nearby and was the most logical person to be expected at the scene. Imagine that… I told my boss to get his ass to the office asap!
He called back asking “Agus, where are you now?”
“I’m going to the airport to fetch my sister in law. I plan to get there after that, in three hours time” I told him.
“Oh, ok then. I guess I’ll get there now.” Said the boss.
My thoughts were focused on the incident throughout the journey. My mind was multi tasking while driving and having a conversation with my sister in law. She must be exhausted from the flight and she must have loads to say so I kept the bad news to myself.
When we got to the Swiss Inn at Petaling Street, I told her that we would be going to the mall for some weekend shopping, if she wasn’t so tired that is.
“The mall is near my office. I’m gonna have to drop by the office for a while to check on stuff. There was a break in last night and I need to know what’s missing. After that we go to One Utama Shopping Mall.” I told her.
Here’s the good news. I’m so glad I bring my lap top home everyday. Some asked me why I need to carry the laptop around when I meet them after work. And why I must bring it back home everyday. I don’t really do my work at home. I just have personal stuff in my laptop and it’s sort of an extension of my brain. Plus there’s a huge entertainment value in there that I must have access to all the time.
“Do you have to watch it everyday?” Bert once asked me.
“Not really, but yeah.” I replied.
And now I have another solid reason. This laptop is my own and there’s nothing I can do about it if it gets stolen at the workplace.
Two CPUs were also taken, one each from accounts and marketing department. Some 500 bucks were taken from the petty cash box. And worst of all, my boss’s new Dell Laptop. Yikes! That’d make any man cry.
The rest of the CPUs were already disconnected and ready to go. It seemed to be a grand heist kind of plan. In the end however, they were left hanging. The burglars were interrupted somehow. They left in a hurry but not without making a mess. Drawers, cabinets, boxes and briefcases were ransacked. They must be searching for small valuables and stacks of cash.
Oh well, at least I still have my lap top. Oh, and I’m so glad I didn’t forget my digital camera in the drawers.
“What else is valuable on my table.
Oh sheet! My coffee grinder. My hand cranked grinder was on the table!
And sheet! My DeLonghi electric burr grinder was in the pantry!
Arghhhh! I sure hope they missed those…
Now I really need to get there. Otherwise I won’t be sleeping tonight. Sure they’re not that expensive. But they’re not cheap either!”
When I got there a few hours later, boy was I glad to see my coffee grinder still on my desk. And its electric cousin was still in the pantry. *Joy* The damage is minimal to me.
This morning I was rushed to set up two spare CPU for my colleagues and one old laptop for my boss. Now that everything is in order, I blog.
Lady: Hello, is this Mr. Agustus?
Agus: Speaking.
Lady: Uh, this is your office neighbor, our office is below yours. You’re a staff of *edited* right?
Agus: Yes, that’s right.
Lady: Yeah, there’s been a break in at our block. All three levels were burglarized. The police are here investigating. You should call a representative to handle the situation at your place.
Agus: Oh, ok.
I hung up. My heart plunged in disbelief. I wished it was just a dream. The conversation sounded faint. It was a good minute before I called my boss and relayed the bad news. He lives nearby and was the most logical person to be expected at the scene. Imagine that… I told my boss to get his ass to the office asap!
He called back asking “Agus, where are you now?”
“I’m going to the airport to fetch my sister in law. I plan to get there after that, in three hours time” I told him.
“Oh, ok then. I guess I’ll get there now.” Said the boss.
My thoughts were focused on the incident throughout the journey. My mind was multi tasking while driving and having a conversation with my sister in law. She must be exhausted from the flight and she must have loads to say so I kept the bad news to myself.
When we got to the Swiss Inn at Petaling Street, I told her that we would be going to the mall for some weekend shopping, if she wasn’t so tired that is.
“The mall is near my office. I’m gonna have to drop by the office for a while to check on stuff. There was a break in last night and I need to know what’s missing. After that we go to One Utama Shopping Mall.” I told her.
Here’s the good news. I’m so glad I bring my lap top home everyday. Some asked me why I need to carry the laptop around when I meet them after work. And why I must bring it back home everyday. I don’t really do my work at home. I just have personal stuff in my laptop and it’s sort of an extension of my brain. Plus there’s a huge entertainment value in there that I must have access to all the time.
“Do you have to watch it everyday?” Bert once asked me.
“Not really, but yeah.” I replied.
And now I have another solid reason. This laptop is my own and there’s nothing I can do about it if it gets stolen at the workplace.
Two CPUs were also taken, one each from accounts and marketing department. Some 500 bucks were taken from the petty cash box. And worst of all, my boss’s new Dell Laptop. Yikes! That’d make any man cry.
The rest of the CPUs were already disconnected and ready to go. It seemed to be a grand heist kind of plan. In the end however, they were left hanging. The burglars were interrupted somehow. They left in a hurry but not without making a mess. Drawers, cabinets, boxes and briefcases were ransacked. They must be searching for small valuables and stacks of cash.
Oh well, at least I still have my lap top. Oh, and I’m so glad I didn’t forget my digital camera in the drawers.
“What else is valuable on my table.
Oh sheet! My coffee grinder. My hand cranked grinder was on the table!
And sheet! My DeLonghi electric burr grinder was in the pantry!
Arghhhh! I sure hope they missed those…
Now I really need to get there. Otherwise I won’t be sleeping tonight. Sure they’re not that expensive. But they’re not cheap either!”
When I got there a few hours later, boy was I glad to see my coffee grinder still on my desk. And its electric cousin was still in the pantry. *Joy* The damage is minimal to me.
This morning I was rushed to set up two spare CPU for my colleagues and one old laptop for my boss. Now that everything is in order, I blog.
Thursday, September 07, 2006
Eye see
What is this image that I seeA lonely eye staring at me
Big, brown, it’s kinda scary
It’s very alert, and it’s not happy
It stares up, and it stares down
It gives a weird sense of frown
Coz this is lame and I better shut up
It’s just coffee mud running down my cup
Monday, September 04, 2006
Sad day
I received a text from a friend saying Crocodile Hunter was killed by a sting ray.
I thought 'Oh! Not another prank news about poor Stevie. Last time it was a crocodile. Now a sting ray?'
I instantly browsed the internet and found several sources which confirms this tragic news.
Here's one. And another. How I wish this is just another prank.
Not a good day today. My deepest condolence to his family and friends. I will miss his antics. Watching his documentaries will never be the same again.
Farewell mate.
I thought 'Oh! Not another prank news about poor Stevie. Last time it was a crocodile. Now a sting ray?'
I instantly browsed the internet and found several sources which confirms this tragic news.
Here's one. And another. How I wish this is just another prank.
Not a good day today. My deepest condolence to his family and friends. I will miss his antics. Watching his documentaries will never be the same again.
Farewell mate.
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Drift
The drift to Kalumpang didn't give me a great set of pictures this time around. It gave me and the others the grandest, wettest and smokiest time ever!
Browsing through the pictures, I realised they were not properly set up, no instruction for a decent pose or angle. Don't even get me started about focus and lighting...
Heck, we were too busy between doing crasy stuff and making time for all the things we planned to do. Damn! We had fun.
Rescue me...! 
The rapids looks fierce don't it? Nah, it's really for show and sound actually.
But boy, did we tempted nature or what?
Wife: Honey, could you help me drop lil' Jim by the river?
Husband: Sure dear. My friends are coming along too.
Bert taking the plunge. Terrific or terrified?
The open cinema, watching 'Fragiles' by the pool under the stars. After an excellent BBQ. Nope, no pictures of the BBQ. My hands were full, then my tummy was full! It was that good!
I took some more pictures but they have served their purposes; passed around to be shared and treasured.
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