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| Moooooo... |
| 09.26.04 (8:47 pm) [edit] |
I was laughing my head off when I got back to the office after my lunch break. It wasn't supposed to be funny incident or anything... it was just the sheer irony of the situation.
You see... I'm working in this part of the island which is called the Free Trade Zone. This is our equivalent of the Silicon Valley over in the US. You can find practically all the big kahuna's of the electronics industry setting up their plants here. Intel, Agilent, AMD, Komag, Seagate... you name it... we've got it.
We mainly concentrated on manufacturing and production during the early days. But as the market started to mature, we've now moved on into assisting in research and developement. Numerous leading edge technology were helped developed here and I'm really proud to be part of this local technological march forward. I've pretty confident that if any new foreign investors were to drop by to have a peek, they would not have any doubts to further invest in the developement of this sector. We now see ourselves as a truly developed society; scenes of villages and swaying coconut trees are the last things we have in mind.
Which was why I had a huge shock while driving back to the office. As I was doing around 60 thru a bend, I suddenly saw this big dark silouette appear out from the side of the road and started moving forward like some blind retarded gerbil towards the middle of the road. WTF?!?! I immediately jammed hard on the brakes to avoid hitting the damn thing (no ABS... stoopid local cars... bleh). I stopped bout 2 feet from the brainless blob which looked somewhat like a... uh... COW??? It starred at me like some oversized blur-case BigMac (sorta like a deer running into a pair of car headlights during the night), then continued crossing the road. And there wasn't just one... a whole herd of cows were trying to cross the freakin road. White, beige, brown, black, big, small, fat, skinny... you name it... they came in all varieties you can think of.
Bloody hell, WTF were cows doing in the Free Trade Zone? This is supposed to be an industrial estate... not some cattle ranch!?!? A small jam started to build as bewildered fellow drivers were as dumbfcuked as me to see the whole commotion. I could have sworn the scene looked like a clip pulled straight out from the National Geographic Channel. But instead of a stampeding herd of wilderbeasts... we have... COWS! I prayed like crazy when I saw a bunch of them cows with really menacing lookin horns crossby within inches of my car. "Pls don't let them scratch my darling car... or worse... gore it or something... shooo... shoooo" I kept mumbling to myself. If they did, I would have morphed into my 8-foot-green-skinned-psyc hotic alter-ego and made a king-sized BBQ eat-all-u-can buffet out of each and everyone of them four legged buggers. Yummy.
Luckily none of that nonsense did happen. Finally, the last calf crossed the road over to the abandoned field at the other side; I sighed a sense of relief. I slowly drove back... a little shaken... but relatively ok. As I pulled the parking brake of my car at the company carpark, I smiled to myself. This is Malaysia... the only place where you can still mix the old with the new. Where else in the world can you find cattle standing side by side with the latest in silicon chip technology? Bleh... :wink:
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| Movies!!! Movies!!! |
| 09.21.04 (11:54 pm) [edit] |
Visitors to my blog would know by now that I'm a tv addict. Like I said before, I spend an obscene amount of time in front of the idiot box. Most of the time, I just channel surf aimlessly. Other times, I'll just sit there to admire the warm glow emanating from it.
Anyways, I enjoy going out for movies just as much as vegetating at home. There’s something really enticing in having a humongous screen at the front and a kickass thumping surround sound system enveloping you; which jolts every single bone in your body everytime a car crashes or a bomb goes off. Try hiking up the volume back home; most probably your neighbors would be screaming bloody murder in no time.
However, the cinema-going experience on this island is a matter of compromise. Sure, you get all the fantastic doodads I explained earlier; but you get a whole lot of baggage accompanying it as well. For one, the movie going crowd here is still plain immature. I grit my teeth everytime a damn ah-beng's disco-LED lighted handphone goes off during an important scene in the movie. These light emitting phones have a high enuf LUMENs rating to blind a person.
Anyways, the ah-bengs will let their handphone ring for like forever (sorta like proclaiming… “Hey… I’ve got a cell, I’m cool, I’m popular. You like my newly bleached hair?”. Bastards). Once they connect the call, they will be shouting at the top of their voices, “[i][b]Elo? Ahhh? Gua ti KUA HI-lar! Tia be tiok? GUA TI KUA HI LAR!!! Si knn eh gi nah…” [/b][/i](Hello? Ahh? I’m watching movie! Cannot hear? I’m WATCHING MOVIE-LAR!!!). Multiply this scenario by a factor of 10 and that’s basically what u have to face everytime u catch a movie. If I had my freakin way, I would have snatched the damn ringing phone, shoved it up the owner’s nether region and ask him/her repeatedly “[b][i]Can u hear it yet? CAN U HEAR IT YET???[/i][/b]”
Aside from this, the management of one particular cineplex (which holds the latest and biggest cineplex chain on this island) seems to think that their patrons comprises of nothing but vertically challenged ppl, hobbits and gnomes. I’m bout 6 feet in height (which I think is perfectly normal…) but everytime I squeeze myself into the seats, I feel like I’m surrounded by 4 sumo Akebono grand-champions. My knees will touch the front seats and there’s hardly any space to move about in. Hey… when I pay close to ten bucks to watch a blasted movie, I expect to feel at least a little comfortable to last throughout a 3 hour movie. By the time the show ends, I would need a chiropractor to help me off those torture devices. Damn cost cutting buggers… let me cut your knees and hear you tell me how comfortable your seats are :?
Last but not least… pls… pls… begin your movies on time. If the movie is supposed to start at 7.30pm, most probably, you won’t be watching it till bout 8pm. The management will bombard you with a junkload of lame adverts till the sheeps or kambings come home. Mostly, these are beer adverts (HUGE revenue generator) which only revolves around one theme… a celebration of skin… skin… and more skin. Which isn't exactly a bad thing... but when u start asking yourself "[b][i]Show start oreidi or not[/i][/b]" over and over again... that's juz plain wrong... so wrong. Kinda ironic when our government keeps insisting that we are a conservative lot and choose to censor our movies instead of concentrating on chopping up the near-borderline-porno adverts playing on screen. Bloody hypocrites.
Anyways… this is just a short insight on my local cinema going experience. Let’s go catch a movie again sometime soon k?
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| Another year wiser ;) |
| 09.19.04 (7:13 pm) [edit] |
Happy burthday to mua... hoppy burthday to mua... hiappy burthday to... bleh... tat SUCKS.
I've added another year to my life. Next thing you know... I'll be going for Botox injections and using a clip to stretch my face taut... muaaahahahaha.
Here's a toast to another year of craziness. In the words of Starsky... "Do it... DOOOOOOO ITTTTT!!!".
[i]*PS : Thx to WC and Hendrix gang for organizing that really 'interesting' impromtu birthday celebration at the ofis... hahaha... appreciate it. Really caught me by suprise coz I'm very blur 2day. The homemade birthday card is hilarious! Thx guys :wink: [/i]
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| Bloody hospital. |
| 09.15.04 (1:09 am) [edit] |
I hate needles. No... I don't do drugs (shame on you for even thinking bout it!!!). I have a phobia for these pointy things ever since I was a kid. Needles equates to pain. That's basically the mentality, which have been ingrained into my head. But over time, with all the routine vaccination jabs I had during junior high, the feeling dissipated a little and I was pretty cool bout it.
Till a stoopid incident I had bout a year and a half ago. During a hiking outing, I was bitten by this exotic looking bug which looks like a cross between an ant and a hornet. Damn bugger packed a really mean wallop. What else... I screamed like some bapuk fagot. Oh yeah... I also squashed the 6-legged bugger to squishy hell immediately after that. I didn't know the innards of bugs were this colorful. Hope it wasn't on the endangered list or something.
The bite left a really painful throbbing red mark on my left leg. I dismissed it as a normal insect bite and soon forgot bout it. Bad move. Long story short, my body started swelling up like a balloon later during the day and I suddenly found myself at the lobby of the hospital by late evening.
The doc took one look at me and exclaimed, "Damn... nasty allergic reaction you have there!". He signaled to the nurse and told her to pump me up with some heavy duty anti-histamines. I was asked to lie down on the bed with its disinfectant infused white sheets as the nurse when off to fetch the needed stuff for the IV. The doc then excused himself.
5 minutes later, a younger Malay nurse appeared along with the earlier more senior looking nurse. From what I can tell, I believe she was a trainee or something. Hmm... She was quite a looker... very fair... almost Japanese-like. So I told myself... how bad could it be? Let's juz address her as hot-nurse k. I then saw the IV needle she was holding. Bloody hell. That's one fat looking piece of pointy metal... any not so 'pure' thoughts lingering in my mind immediately dissapeared that very instance.
Hot-nurse then swabbed the top portion of my left hand with some rubbing-alcohol and told me, "[i]Encik... you akan rasa pedih sikit... tapi macam gigit semut je k?[/i]". Basically that means, sir, you'll feel a slight pain, but it's just like an ant bite. Putting on my macho outlook, I told her, "[i]Takpe... I boleh tahan[/i]. (No prob, I can take it)."
She smiled, picked up my hand to start lookin for a vein. The first prink felt like a dull pain which doesn't hurt much but certainly was uncomfortable. I heard a soft "[i]Isk[/i]"... which could only mean she missed. I was still pretty smug at this point. She recomposed herself and attempted a second time. "[i]Encik... I cuba lagi k? [/i](Sir, I'll try again ok?)" "Okie... okie..." I replied. As the tip of the needle disappeared under the skin... [b]HOLY %$#$@#$@-EAAAGGGGHHH!!! [/b]
I think she hit a nerve or something. My body tensed up like some epileptic dog, as I tried my best not to scream. "[i]Ops... sorry encik... maaf...[/i]" she apologized. I could only muster a weak "[i]Takpe... takpe... jaga sikit boleh?[/i] (no problem... pls be more careful k?)". Third attempt... she missed again. But dammnit... she didn't miss the nerve... again. [b]MAAAAAK-OOOOIIII-SAKII IIT-GILE_NIIIIII!!![/b] This time I actually let out a soft yelp. By now, I was squirming like a worm being dusted with a handful of table salt. She tried. Again. And again. All in all, I believe 6 attempts were met with failure. I was in hell.
At this point, my body was so tense, I started trembling from the trauma. Hot-nurse saw it, and immediately stopped. She went over to the other more senior looking colleague and mumbled something in Malay. All I could hear was something like "[i]Nyampah gile ni... tak tau-ler mana salur darah dia... halus sangat...[/i] (This is crazy... can't find his vein... too fine...)". Bugger... did you have to make so many attempts if you can't find it? You some pseudo-masocist or something??!?!
Primal instinct was starting to take over. I no longer care how cute a nurse is or how hot she looks. I was at the verge of whacking the crap out of anyone who so much comes near me with another pointy object. Luckily, senior nurse came over and professionally calmed me down. She then applied a tourniquet over my arm, visually inspected my hand and quickly guided the IV needle into my vein. Hardly felt a pinch. The needle was in; in less than 2 seconds. Anyways, bout a few hours after the anti-histamines kicked in I felt much better and the swelling went away. I took 2 days to recuperate at home.
Conclusion, I'm glad I learnt a few valuable lessons along the way. One… avoid contact with colorful looking exotic bugs. Two… go see a doc immediately if you get bitten by weird looking exotic bugs. Three… the most important of all… avoid hot looking nurses armed with pointy looking medical apparatus; by all means. Even if it means jumping out of a hospital window and into the garbage dump below. It’s less painful that way. Serious.
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| It's time. |
| 09.09.04 (10:24 pm) [edit] |
A gazzilion thoughts are rampaging thru my brain. I told myself once that I would stop bloggin bout personal stuff a couple of moons ago. Switched to bitching blogs instead. But, hell... fuck it. I'll say whatever I want... at least for today. I'll juz blog my brains away or risk blowing out my cranium.
I'll first list what I've accomplished over the past 2 years...
i) Been workin my ass off on a job I absolutely despise? (Check. Did a spendid job of smilling like a jackass day after day when I actually feel like throwing a chair thru the computer screen.)
ii) Too chicken to seek out greener pastures? (Check. I check the classifieds daily, but never actually having the guts to send my resume in. Worried about job security.)
iii) Lost count of the many daggers which have been implanted onto my back; gifts from the bastards I used to hang out with? (Check. Long story. Won't talk bout it.)
iv) Had my heart torned out, beaten to a pulp, shredded and made into a frilly floor mat for the toilet? (Check. It's amazing I still find myself standing. The body seems to be still intact. I'm not too sure bout the mind though...)
v) Picked up a handful of new habits which I promised myself never to try? (Check. Go ahead. Shoot away. I know the hypocrite that I am.)
vi) Social life as dead as a rotting piece of log? (Check. I can count the ppl I hang out with with one hand. But these are the ones who stuck by me thru thick and thin. Unlike a few others...)
It's pathetic. Keeps me wondering what's the point of living anymore. I do all sorts of nonsense to keep myself occupied. But in a little corner at the very back of my mind, I'm pretty much aware I've lost all direction in life. It worries me sometimes that I might have crossed the line separating my sanity and the make believe world, yet not realizing it.
What I do know is that after all these setbacks, there seem to be a pretty big change going on inside me. I no longer care much anymore. Where once I'd offer help and lend an ear without even batting an eyelid, I'd nowadays think twice, or thrice before doing something. Or sometimes, not even bothering at all.
My mood swings so horrendously I could have sworn I've the male equivalent of PMS. And that makes me sick. Coz each time I snap at a family member or a fren, it makes me feel really crappy for the next several days. I didn't mean it. I'm just really angry with myself for degrading into this mean, touchy, pathetic person.
I no longer want to feel this way. I think it's time I face up with my past. And the following week allows me a chance to do so. I received a few wedding invitations from my ex-classmates. I've thought long and hard on pros and cons of attending the function. It will be awkward since I have not hooked up with my old gang for what seems like an eternity.
She will be attending. So will the person who used to be my close buddy. Let's see if I can control my emotions and not make a scene like the last time I met up with them. I juz didn't want to risk getting hurt no more. If I can get thru this, I think I can finally move on with my life. Close to 2 years have already been taken from me. I really do not intend to further waste anymore of my life away.
We'll see.
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| Reggae club. |
| 09.06.04 (2:29 am) [edit] |
Somehow, I think I've gotten the coffee to sugar mix wrong today. I might have concocted up a really vile toxic brew, probably useful to preserve corpses. Yup... I made my cup of java way too strong. My throbbing head is proof of this mistake.
Anyway, I've decided to post a bitching blog to divert my attention from the nail being hammered into my head. Victim of choice? AVP.
I caught this flick bout a week ago. I knew it was gonna be a stinker, but heck... curiousity got the better of me. Getting the director of 'Mortal Kombat' to resurrect two of the biggest classic sci-fi villians is a sure fire recipe for disaster. I just wanted to see how bad he fumbles.
And fumble he did. BIG time. Ppl pay cold hard cash to see a battle royale between the two uglies. What we got instead was a mere 15 minutes of battletime. And a paper thin storyline which dominated three quarters of screen time. Which also successfully blasphemized the entire history of both the Aliens and the Predator along the way.
Even more dissapointing were the absence of significant quantities of blood, or gore. Heck, even the Alien was pretty stingy with it's acid blood. And what's up with the idiotic camera shots during the battle sequences? The scenes were shot so close you could have sworn the Predator was wearing DKNY underpants. While the Alien Queen was seen sporting a pair of low cut Triumphs.
The only saving grace of this brainless flick are the comical scenes peppered throughout the later parts of the movie. One especially memorable moment was when the Predator described a bomb to the lady guide using hand/claw gestures. Waaaahahahaaaa... that sure was a golden moment. The cinema exploded with guffaws. I'm pretty sure the director didn't intend it that way.
Anyways... I would give this movie one an a half stars out of 5. Only because I'm feeling generous today :wink:
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| Supper kings. |
| 09.02.04 (8:41 am) [edit] |
There’s something bout the ppl on this island which sets us apart from others. Doesn’t matter if you’re old, young, rich or poor. We’re all ‘supper’ mad. A hearty meal before bed is a favorite pastime of ours. Not the healthiest thing to do, but damn, does it feel good ^_^ Mabbe that’s the reason why you could find an eatery every 10 steps you take on this island.
I usually get my fix by ordering a simple takeout at the eatery near my neighborhood. A packet of soupy noodles or something in the same vein. Or, I’ll bug one of my frens to join me for supper at the numerous mamak (Indian Muslim) joints, which serves really excellent ‘roti’s (a type of flat bread usually accompanied by a saucer of chickpea/chicken curry or dha-al). Either way, a full tummy will usually ensure a really good night's sleep.
Tonight, I’m way too lazy to do neither. But I’m still hungry as hell. My tummy was making more noise than a 5-point surround sound theater system. Started rummaging thru the boxes in the storeroom. Found a solitary packet of instant noodles lying at the bottom of one. Darn. Next, I attacked the freezer compartment of the refrigerator. Jackpot! Seems that my mum made a batch of wantons (Chinese-style dumplings) earlier during the day and kept a box of uncooked ones in the freezer.
Why am I so happy? Well, I’m a sucker for wantons. There’s something bout the mixture of lightly seasoned minced pork, shrimp, chopped spring onions and radish; all wrapped in a piece of paper-thin wanton skin into little bite-sized portions. It could be deep-fried, or boiled. Either way, it’s a simple dish on it’s own with a really fresh, springy yet crunchy taste to it.
I fired up a pot of water, dumped a few wantons in and later, threw the pack of instant noodles into the caldron of boiling broth. 10 minutes later… supper is served. Yup… it’s that simple. Not much to look at here…
I know… I know… this isn’t exactly gourmet stuff. Barely cost a buck and looks bland as heck. But seriously, it a nice change from the oily, greasy, tasteless ‘things’ I stuff myself with on a daily basis at the office. For a guy with a growling tummy in the middle of the night, this bowl of steaming goodness is heaven sent… :)
I’m gonna sleep like a baby… hehehe…
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