That e-Diotic Housemate & His Bunch Of Punks

Today I quarrelled with that stupid 'Yeh Man Ren' (barbarian) housemate of mine.

I was on my way out for lunch, when my other housemate PM-ed me and complained about the garbage - again. He wasn't happy about the fact that that e-Diot never cleans up the garbage.

That wasn't the only problem - he brought in friends and stayed for days, DESPITE the room was rented for him ONLY. They used the toilet and kitchen, and practically they messed up the hygiene of those 2 places. Best part is, he didn't want to notify me about his friends' (and actually, one of them is his bro but he didn't tell me about it - WTF ?!) staying over - he is such a RUDE punk that sometimes I had the thought of kicking him out directly from the apartment. Not to mention the previous events of waking me up with their stupid music.

FINE. I decided I will settle with this, ONCE and for ALL.

I walked out from my room, and those punks happened to be eating some bread-like thingy in the kitchen. I packed up the garbage and started to tell that e-Diot something like, "whenever you see flies, please clear garbage" - but he CUT me in before I could finish, BLAMING my other housemates for not clearing up. He kept repeating "Tell them -", "Tell them -" - TELL THEM WHAT F- ?! I was thinking.

In the end, I sweared and yelled and him to STFU. I don't give a damn anymore to his lame 'tai chi' tricks - and I decide that pissing off because he was interrupting me was a good decision.

Then, his bro butted in (I had no idea who this fat punk was during that time, anyway), trying to defend his lil' bro. Oh yeah. I thought in silence - "What friggin' RIGHT has he got to lecture me about things, eh?" I pretended I was listening to him, but in fact, I'm ignoring that fat punk - I was thinking on how to get rid of this fat punk who has been freeloading, making noise and dirtying my house for over a week.

OK. A 3 v 1 (counting in another friend of his who's outside on the living room). I am on the disadvantage because if anything happens, I might get hurt. I decide to shut that fat punk up, take out the garbage, threw it, get my hands cleaned, and walked out of the door. My friends are already waiting.

Then when I exited the lift from the ground floor, I noticed that that e-Diotic housemate of mine is leaving with his other friend, giving me the ugly rude face as his eyes met mine. I turned away from his dog face. Wait a minute, someone's missing. Where's that fat punk? Crap. Must've been staying back at my apartment again. But I had to meet up with my friends, so I decide to leave the issue for later.

So I met up with my friends - and guess what? I found out Yeh Man Ren and his friend was going to KL, despite that his rental was due. I'm so going to screw him up for that. But if I want to screw, I will screw that fat punk 1st.

Upon reaching campus, I phoned my other housemate. Seems like he went out from the apartment. I asked him if he noticed anyone is still in my apartment. He says that though he didn't see anyone, he heard someone cooking in the kitchen. WTF ?! Cooking ALONE in my apartment ?! NO way I am going to let that happen !

That's it, I thought, I'm going back now. I told my friends that I must leave early, and rushed back home. The moment I reached home, I stepped into the kitchen, and stood at the wall. Oh, he finally has the intention to greet me, squeezing a smile with a futile attempt to make me happy and forget what happened just now. Man he was so wrong for thinking that I'd let up because of a stupid smile.

I interrogated with him - I asked who he was, where he's staying, what's he doing here. Oh jolly, he was that barbarian's brother. He claims he's been staying in this country for already, "WOWWOOO", 4 years. He tells me he's temporarily staying here, and he's already here for 4 FRIGGIN' DAYS (poor liar). "WOWWWOOOO". Like I'm going to be impressed with his answers.

I went straight to the point. I told him I wasn't happy that he's freeloading here, and I'm also unhappy about his irresponsible younger brother who didn't tell me anything about this crap. He replied, "I dunno." "I dunno." DUNNO MY FOOT. 4 years here and he doesn't know. Living for MORE than 2 decades and he doesn't know. What kind of parents rear him to become such lousy clump of fat meat who only knows how to say "I DUNNO" ?! I told him straight in the face, I DON'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT HIS "I-DUNNO"'S.

It ended up like cold war - he thinks he's on the right, I still think this guy needs some trashing. All ended when Mum called. Good. I took the chance to tell her about what's happening. And well, I left the kitchen, and I know that with my parents on the act, those guys are going to pay for their misgivings.

Wait till those punks see what's upcoming for them. I'd be glad to post the outcome, should it all went well.

Generation Gap

I remembered what F¡яєвџяN said about YouTube - "can find so much rubbish there hahaha!!!"

Well, how true.

Someone dug this video out and forwarded it to me via Y!M. I find it both amusing and interesting.



A very good example of 'generation gap'.

And well, to you guys who didn't understand what's happening - the young lad complained to the old fart about him talking too loud to the phone, which of course made the old fart unhappy - thus leading to a quarrel.

The young one portrays indecisiveness and lack of wisdom - he knows not what his rights are, and he failed to defend it. The old one however, is a hot-headed guy who tends to force things to happen in his way.

The ugly side of society - and that's what makes it colorful.

P/S Sorry if it loads like heck. Maybe it's time I take out that 'Gimme something to shoot' WAV file.

Damn It

I can't sleep. And it's already sunrise.

Why everyone in this house has to bring their friends back to party ?!

That's it. I'm reaching my max now. I'll have to act. One-on-on discussion sessions about not-to-do's with them.

Ohhh I'm Feeling Good

For no apparent reason.

I slept at around 11pm just now, and woke at 2am. I sat in front of the PC. I played some games. I returned fire to some kid who tried to act 'smart' in some forums. I boiled some water and made some hot Milo, and I'm enjoying it now. Now I'm blogging. I feel good.

Despite the fact that the Yeh Man Ren (hehe my Middle East housemate) and his friends are making a fuss in his room - I hope the security will come up and bang the door so they'd keep quiet. Despite I'm torn apart by so many things - heck I'm already torn, so I'd just be torn then. Despite I'm still broke (OK I suck at this. I'm still living out of my parents' money. Maybe I need a job again). Despite it's already 4 am in the morning and I'm now unable to sleep. I'm still feeling good.

My 2nd cup of Milo now. Checking out on Waiter Rant but no updates. I wonder how long this good feeling will last. Maybe I'd annoy those bunch of e-Diots who are still making so much noise in that room, but reconsidering that I might end up getting thrown out of the balcony and appear in headlines, I'd need a plan. They need to be taught a lesson anyway, because they kept disrupting my peaceful moments.

Hmmmmm. Maybe the next time I'd need to buy a tin of SPAM and place it right in front of his room. I wonder how they'd react.

*giggles evilish*

A'ight, time to surf some other part of the Net now. And OH, while we're there in SPAM, let's read this.

Pressure Is Everywhere

I'm sitting here in front of the PC, ten minutes to five in the morning, staring at my monitor, and I didn't turn on the lights since I returned from my paper.

I stared up at the fan above me. My mind is blank. All I know is - I gotta blog something else now. And I don't know what exactly I should write, actually.

My life? Not that bad, yet not that good. The environment around me? Not that good, and yet not that bad. Yet I'm feeling the pressure. Yes, the pressure that's coming from the world around me.

I'm grateful that I'm born in such a wonderful family. One of which is able passed down the Virtues of Life to it's descendants. I'm grateful that Dad was such a determined man, and Mum always cared for the family. Sis Absolut, though she went through a harder way than I did, is doing better and better every year.

Look back at me. I could've used a mirror now if I could - but now I can't, since I broke mine a couple of days ago. I knew Mum was always proud of me - I knew it the way she talks it to her friends. Yet everytime, I feel saddened; I felt very stressed out for every word, every sentence.

What the hell am I doing?

I'm determined to be something I wanted, yet I failed to achieve the right skills I wanted. I wanted to be a Game Designer. I wanted to be a writer. And I wanted to be a composer. Yet I'm still stuck here, staring at the monitor, pressured.

At times, I thought about the balcony next to my room. I always joked to my friends that, if anything happens that's the most convenient way out. And I thought back about the people who really took that convenient way out. Was it really that convenient? No. It just makes things harder to go around, causing more pressure to everyone around.

I remembered having an interesting conversation with my friend's housemate. He said that, it's not motivation that matters, but something else - it's self-entrepreneurship that counts. Well, I thought back about his words. Maybe they were right to some people. Maybe they don't work to some. To me? Heh I'm not too sure myself either. Sometimes I think, maybe I've been thinking too much until I couldn't work properly, creating a block that stops me from growing. That's why sometimes I wished I was a kid again, when I can make more mistakes just to learn more. I want to throw away the ego as an adult - but could I?

And once again, like it or not, I'm stuck on the crossroads once again. This time, between dreams and reality. I can choose both, and I've tried various ways to work it out, but well, not much of a result. Pressure got in the way - and pressure caught me on it.

Well, blogging has been part of my way of expressing myself - at least I still haven't abandon the keyboard to write my thoughts out though. I don't know where this can lead, but perhaps it may lead me somewhere. Maybe a Game Designer. Maybe a writer. Maybe a politician (which I better hope not). Maybe it could lead to the flying ship I always dreamed of, drifting among the clouds and travelling around the world. And well, after reading the Waiter's post, I'd christen that ship as "Kobayashi Maru". It may sound unlucky to some, but hey, I liked it.

Sigh. Now I looked back at my post. Boy I made something out of nothing again - something which I find hard to do most of the time. Gee I really feel better now. And to all the people who read this, I really thank you for your time to read this.

The Return Of The Fire Army

Heck, they are back.

Couple of months ago, my room was infested with these red ants. I don't know how the heck they got up my 11th floor apartment, but - it's a FRIGGIN' LIVING HELL.

They lurked in the cracks among the floor tiles, they crawled all over the place, and worse, they BITE me everytime they find their way up my skin. My toes were their favorite victims, and I sweared and cursed them whenever I picked them out from my poor toe and smashed/squeezed/impaled/crush them to death. And they like to crawl up my table, which I have to BANG BANG BANG smash them out and tick them off (and I don't know how the HELL they can still walk out of it).

Then, I had enough. After a few weeks, I finally brought a bottle of pesticide from home. It's not the kind of common pesticides you find out there, like Sheildtox or sort - in fact I have no idea where my family got that from, and they said it's freaking POISONOUS (though strangely it smells kinda organic, sniff sniff). Anyway it's contained inside one of those plastic sprinkle bottles, and all I need to do is just to spray that on the ants' favorite routes. And WOW after that, they are officially gone.

And then... few weeks had passed without the bites...

Today, I was sitting on one of my stools, when suddenly I noticed one of those long-time-no-see ants crawling up my leg. I was like, "What the -"

Eventually I went looking around, and to my disappointment - they're back. And this time they were residing at a hole near the corner of my room, just next to the balcony. To make things frustrating, the ants came from the level below, which I assume it's got something to do with those guys below (another bunch of foreign students from the Middle East, whom loved booming up their speakers in full bass). Whaddaheck.

I took out the sprinkle bottle from the storeroom, then sprayed a heavy dose on the nest. Then I searched for their trail inside my apartment, and continued on until there's no sign of them. Couple of minutes later, I see corpses everywhere around the hole.

Dang, why do I have to kill them everytime? Can't they just give me a break and spawn somewhere else? Sigh.

The Unite 2006 Disaster

Unite 2006 was held yesterday night but I didn't attend it (not feeling like it actually, thanks to the presence of ahemDrMcoughcough). Today I checked my Y!M to find plenty of offline messages which were online rants about Unite, and after reading them I was grateful I didn't pay the blood-coughing RM89 to attend it. Hurrah for my RM3.80 dinner in FCM Mamak !!!

Anyway, here's some links for the Unite rants :-

Cari.com Forums

SRC Cyber Forums

Short Notice

- Another blog Lampe Berger Help has joined the fight with Anti Lampe Berger to bring those guys down ! I say way to go !

- DANGIT my ear infection strikes back again !!! Last Sunday I thought the cut has already recovered and took down the bandage, but a few days ago I can feel the infection coming back again, then... yesterday morning while I was Sudoku-ing, the cut opened up by itself and pus + blood mixture started to leak out - and I didn't realize it until I felt something wet on me and I looked down... Now I have to cover it up again...

- Friend got into accident - have to help out. Now I realize how DANGEROUS the traffic junction near HSBC was. Pratically some of the lights were out of order, and the street was dark thanks to the malfunctioned streetlights at that area. Cyberjaya PLEASE DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!!!

-Thanks to that incident I'm now drowsy all over, and can't continue on with my assignment. Feeling sorry towards my teammate, and I promised I will be in charge of the report tomorrow. Dangit too tired now. BED !!!

[EDIT: Oh and nearly forgot... HURRAH TO THE DOWNFALL OF THE HALF-BUILT BRIDGE !!!]

Messed-Up

Once again, I fell into that messed-up state which I've always been fighting to get out from. Inefficient. Unfocused. Demotivated. And even worse, all of them contributed to guilt.

Efficiency's dangerously low recently, and I've been trying all sorts of ways to drive me to work harder, but with no avail. I've been trying hard NOT to give any excuses to myself, but in the end I can't even explain certain things or events to myself. Who or what I have to blame on? None other than myself being so incompetent.

I remembered the session I had with my own academic advisor last semester (FYI every MMU student has to attend to it - or rather, threatened in order to do it), and well I've explained the problems I was facing in the course, and things that I failed to catch up with - like for example, I'm not quite the type of guy who has the talent to program anything decent, and how my many attempts to understand the fundamentals of programming didn't work out as I expected.

After hearing out what I have to say, she gave me a piece of advice :-

"Don't try to force yourself into doing it - instead, treat it like it's your own choice, your own decision that you've made."

I thought back of those words. Sometimes I don't even know whether I didn't push myself enough, or I've forced myself to excel too much that I've to give up in the end.

I'm taking 4 subjects this semester, and I'm facing problems with 2 of them, and adding to the sad part, I'm actually retaking those 2 this semester because I wasn't doing well the last time I took them. To make things worse, to me those 2 subjects are affecting my other 2 subjects which I loved - and they are games-design-related. Seems like I have to make a very difficult choice between making games and academics.

Blah. Totally messed up. But seems like I'm not the only one who messed up big time...

Friend of mine forwarded this while I was blogging this post. Felt like yelling in the ears of those UN e-Diots (Electronic Age Idiots):-

"WHO ARE YOU TO INTERFERE WITH OUR HISTORICAL CULTURE THAT'S ALREADY BEEN THERE FOR CENTURIES, YOU HORRIBLE SUNOFTHEBEACHES ?! 'JIAK PAU BOH SI DIAM GOYANG KAKI KOMPLEN KAKI BUSUK' NOTHING MUCH TO DO ISIT ?!" F-F-F-F-F-F-F-F-F F F F F BIG GIANT F YOU !!! IF IT WASN'T FOR TRADITIONAL CHINESE, OUR CHINESE CULTURE HAS ALREADY DIED OUT LONG AGO, YOU UNGRATEFUL BUNCH OF HIGH-PAY-LOW-INTELLIGENCE E-DIOTS !!!"

Damn. At least I feel better now. My destructive inspiration always kick in whenever I have something to shoot on. Need to start working on my next assignment now. Will blog to shoot next time.

MLM Blues Again...

I woke up, moved in front of my PC, and found a forwarded link left by "Chim Yeh". Interesting. *click*

Upon sight, that left me ponder for a few minutes. I remembered when I still in S'pore and before enrolling into MMU, I nearly ate the psychological bait of another MLM company, but fortunately my family managed to make me realize the harsh reality behind the sweet fancy candy-like words. Dad owns a small network marketing company as well (it is running in a much more minor scale nowadays, since he's focusing more on the silkscreen-printing business now), and from all these years of hard work, he wasn't focusing on the profits, but he wanted to help people out with the health and hygiene products he's selling. And he gained more than just profits - it was friendship and respect that really counts into his success.

After some time I've entered into MMU (maybe less than a year or so), I had friends who participated in MLM schemes as well - LB, Goldquest etc. - and they will go around spreading the 'Word of Good' to their friends - and of course, that includes me. As usual, they will arrange some time when I'm free to meet me, trying to estimate my financial situations of the future (buy house buy car go vacation give parent money blahblahblahblah), then they will start introducing their MLM scheme to me, blahblahblahblahblahblahblah. And of course, as I've learned my mistakes earlier in the past, and I turned all their offers down, one by one - along with a message to make my stand that I'm NOT interested in it (my way of telling them not to bother me with that in the future), and sometimes telling them what my Dad has (heheh).

Of course, it's not easy as it seemed for my friends who were in it. I had a friend who nearly got into financial troubles just because he wanted to join Lampe Berger. He took out 1k+ out of his savings, and I think some from his student loan (NO JOKE) to pay up for that RM2350 franchisee level. I still remembered the moment where me and a friend of mine tried to talk him out of this MLM business, but he still insists to go on with it. Then after some time, I heard that he pulled out of it, which pratically mean that his investment (time and money) has all gone to nothing, but at least for now he got away from all the troubles he might have faced now - and to a new life playing Magic: the Gathering. Recently I heard his upline (a friend of ours as well) has withdrawn from the scheme, and she too was relieved that she was out of it.

Well, there's no such thing as quick income - the only thing that counts is hard work. I'm glad my friends finally understood the fangs behind the sweet talking, even though they have to learn it the hard way.

And I've a message to them LB members, especially those guys on top:

You guys have done more harm than good to the people. Your money comes from the hands of those people who struggled with sweat and bitter tears. Remember THAT when you guys meet your downfall.

POPPED

1 down, 2 more to go...

I was referring to the 3 cysts I have on my right year for years.

Recently one of them was infected, and the inflammation was so serious that my Mum, upon first sight last Saturday, yelled at me for not telling her about that.

Immediately that afternoon, I arranged an appointment in a clinic nearby Cless' home in PJ. Doc's diagnosis was exactly what I found out on the Net - apparently they were sebaceous cysts, and they were the kind of pain-in-the-butt where it's best to be left alone, as currently the most convenient way to remove it is via surgery, and ONLY if it's infected.

Anyway, Doc inscribed a couple of antibiotics, some painkillers and the usual type of skin lotion with the label 'POISON' on top of it's vessel, and he says that I'd need to return in a couple of days (NOTE: Monday, but fortunately I only had class during the afternoon) for SURGERY.

I wasn't SCARED when he said that - in fact I was very glad to hear that. The thought of the removal of that annoying piece of tickling flesh comforts me so much that it easily overwhelm the thought of enduring the pain during surgery.

Anyways, after a couple of days of awful-tasting antibiotics and painkillers which I strangely found it appealing (???), I was back in the clinic Monday morning for the HIGHLIGHT event. So, first he sterilized my ear, then he applied anaesthetics on it merely by PIERCING the syringe into my earcup (OUCH). But hell it was really working, as I didn't realize he had already cut through the infected skin to let that annoying pus + blood fluid mixture out.

Apparently Doc's preparations weren't quite enough - he should've place some cotton bud around my ear to keep the foul fluid from flowing everywhere. Within that instant, some of the fluid went into my earhole, and some trickled downward along my face and then my upper lip - good thing I closed my mouth in time.

Doc compressed the infection slightly to squeeze the remaining pus out, and then he proceeded to cut out the membrane within - and the cyst that was stuck on it. After some click-clicks from the surgery cutter, he picked up the piece of membrane witha tweezer and then showed it to me (and Dad who was beside). Well, it was BLOODY, and Doc used another tweezer to pick out the cyst stuck within. The moment I saw it, I cursed and laughed at it with my silent thoughts : "Dangit, you're tortured me for years, now you're outta my ear MWAHAHA !!!"

Anyway, after some patching up and so, Doc instructed that I'd come back within a couple of days to get a new dressing, and he gave me some extra supplies of the usual awful-tasting antibiotics.

Well, it didn't quite hurt until the anaesthetics started to wear off during my trip back to Cyberjaya - and boy, it hurts for that while. Well strangely I didn't take any painkillers for that, and within that day the pain was gone. But the real 'pain' kicked in later - there's nothing I can eat in Cyberjaya !!! I survived that day with some honeydew and a GIANT mug of watermelon juice.

Anyway, the next day, I returned to the clinic for the redressing,, and I he says that I've to do the next few redressings on my own, so he inscripted a huge bottle of disinfectants for me to clean up the opening. And also it appears that the fluid that went into my earhole earlier started to take it's toll. As it was partly composed of blood, it dried up and a blood clog formed inside my ear - and it seems that some of it formed on my eardrum. So I had some trouble when I started to belch. Anyway after the dressing, I told Doc about my new problem and well, I got some 'eardrops' to clear out the clog.

Anyway I got home, and I can tell you that eardrops are not something to be messed with. The moment those went into my ear, it was so dreadfully painful my eyes started to tear. But it did a great job of clearing out the clogs though.

Sigh, seems like it'll take some time before I can really enjoy my meals now. =(

In Case You're Wondering...

Hear that sound that played whenever you load up my page ? Don't be surprised - that pun was intentional. Got that sound file from StarCraft. :P [P/S If you want to hear it again, just reload the page...]

Anyway, this week I'm going back to campus unusually late - thanks to something I need to attend to. Will blog about 'it' after I return to Cyberia... :P

Am I like that?

Your Blogging Type Is the Private Performer

Your blog is your stage - with your visitors your adoring fans. At least, that's how you write with your witty one liners. And while you like attention, you value your privacy. You're likely to have an anonymous blog - or turn off comments.

What's Your Blogging Personality?

You Should Be a Science Fiction Writer

Your ideas are very strange, and people often wonder what planet you're from. And while you may have some problems being "normal," you'll have no problems writing sci-fi. Whether it's epic films, important novels, or vivid comics... Your own little universe could leave an important mark on the world!

What Type of Writer Should You Be?

You Are Internal - Realist - Empowered

You feel your life is controlled internally. If you want something, you make it happen. You don't wait around for things to go your way. You value your independence and don't like others to have control. You are a realist when it comes to luck. You don't attribute everything to luck, but you do know some things are random. You don't beat yourself up when bad things happen to you... But you do your best to try to make your own luck. You have a good deal of power, but you also know the pecking order. You realize that working the system does get you further. You know who to defer to and who to control. When it comes to the game of life, you play things flawlessly.

The Three Dimension Luck and Power Test

You Are a Prophet Soul

You are a gentle soul, with good intentions toward everyone. Selfless and kind, you have great faith in people. Sometimes this faith can lead to disappoinment in the long run. No matter what, you deal with everything in a calm and balanced way. You are a good interpreter, very sensitive, intuitive, caring, and gentle. Concerned about the world, you are good at predicting people's feelings. A seeker of wisdom, you are a life long learner looking for purpose and meaning. You are a great thinker and communicator, but not necessarily a doer. Souls you are most compatible with: Bright Star Soul and Dreaming Soul

What Kind of Soul Are You?

Your Life Path Number is 5

Your purpose in life is to life freely and collect experiences. You love life - new adventures, new people, new ideas. You are very curious, and you crave novelty in all forms. You tend to make friends easily, and you enjoy the company of all types of people. In love, you are fun and even a bit intoxicating. But you won't stick around for long. You are impulsive and spontaneous - which sometimes leads you to do things you regret. Sometimes you can be overindulgent with food, sex, or drugs. You have many talents, so many that you are often scattered and unfocused.

What Is Your Life Path Number?

You Are 64% Open Minded

You are a very open minded person, but you're also well grounded. Tolerant and flexible, you appreciate most lifestyles and viewpoints. But you also know where you stand firm, and you can draw that line. You're open to considering every possibility - but in the end, you stand true to yourself.

How Open Minded Are You?

The Keys to Your Heart

You are attracted to those who have a split personality - cold as ice on the outside but hot as fire in the heart. In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored. You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring. You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please. Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with. Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment. You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred. In this moment, you think of love as something you can get or discard anytime. You're feeling self centered.

What Are The Keys To Your Heart?

How You Life Your Life

You seem to be straight forward, but you keep a lot inside. You're laid back and chill, but sometimes you care too much about what others think. You tend to have one best friend you hang with, as opposed to many aquaintences. Some of your past dreams have disappointed you, but you don't let it get you down.

How Do You Live Your Life?

Your Inner Child Is Scared

Like a kid, you tend to shy away from new experiences. You prefer what's tried and true - novelty is scary! New foods, new places, and new friends are difficult for you to deal with. Some say you're predictable, but you enjoy being comfortable.

How Is Your Inner Child?

Arty Kid

Whether you were a drama freak or an emo poet, you definitely were expressive and unique. You're probably a little less weird these days - but even more talented!

Who Were You In High School?

You Are Sunshine

Soothing and calm You are often held up by others as the ideal But too much of you, and they'll get burned You are best known for: your warmth Your dominant state: connecting

What Type of Weather Are You?

Your Birthdate: February 7

You are an island. You don't need anyone else to make you happy. And though you see yourself as a loner, people are drawn to you. Deep and sensitive, you tend to impress others with your insights. You also tend to be psychic - so listen to that inner voice! Your strength: Your self sufficiency Your weakness: You despise authority Your power color: Maroon Your power symbol: Hammer Your power month: July

What Does Your Birth Date Mean?

Your Luck Quotient: 59%

You have an average luck quotient. There's been times when you've been extremely lucky... but also times when you've been very unlucky. You probably know that you can make your own luck in life, if you're open to it. So listen to your intuition as much as you can. It's right more often than you might expect.

How Lucky Are You?

Maybe.

Inhumanity

[In memory of the kitten which was killed for no reason]

What makes the downfall of a person? Ill fate? Misfortune? Disasters and such?

Personally, I'd think that it's no more than their lack of common sense.

I've heard about the case of the China High-Heel Kitten-Killer Lady from a friend (though he enjoyed the pictures of the cruel killing very much), and that set me thinking about how these people are becoming sort of a mindless creature (or simpler terms, animal) in order to satisfy themselves, may it be wealth or fame or anything like that.

Then later on, I got the chance to get a glance of the pictures of the killing process thanks to a forwarded message, but I decided not to view the entire set of pictures. That expression shown on the lady while she did her 'thing' had told me enough of it.

Of course, this case spreaded through the Internet like wild fire, and there are lots of Internet users - especially pet lovers - who expressed their anger on this issue. For me, I love animals too, but sometimes I kill them too - and that's because it was an accident, or because I find it necessary to kill (NOTE: This refers to pests). And of course, most of the time I regretted that I have to kill it.

But in the case of the kitten-killing... It's a totally different story. It is KILLING WITHOUT THINKING. Though, it is not like killing a mosquito without thinking much - that's because we kill it due to our reflexes, and adding to the fact that mosquitos are 'threatening' to us humans. But a kitten, it does nothing much, maybe it goes playing around with your stuff, scratches your sofa and dumped in your garden. Maybe it might grow up to annoy you, and give birth to another litter of kittens to annoy you even more. But I don't see a reason why a kitten should be killed in that way.

From the moment that lady killed the kitten, and from the moment the pictures were taken by the photographer for the killing process, the both of them (killer and photographer) had already planted a very, very bad seed in their lives. Personally, I do not hope that they will be prosecuted for commiting this, but from their demerits they will have to face what that may befall them in the future. For now they may have escaped from the clutches of the world, but the crime they have committed will FOREVER haunt them for the rest of their lives. And if they are lucky enough, they will not regret for what they have done - for they have been blinded by their foolishness.

NGIAAAAUUUU !!!

It was a great Saturday afternoon, and well, took me a while before I got up. Got a phone call from no-wing, says that him and Co. are having lunch at LaTumis.

So minutes later, I was sitting there waiting for my Chinese-style fried rice and iced tea, when an uproar occured at the next table to us.

At first one of the girls there was whining in fear - thanks to Slade who happened to be in the way of my view, I have no idea what she's showing her fear on. Then it occured to me that she was trying to get away from something on the ground - turned out that it was a couple of cats hanging around there !

Well, those 2 fluffies were like the plague to her - it wasn't long before she was standing on her chair. My, I haven't seen someone who's afraid of little creatures that much in my life - not since the time where my elder sis went flying out of the kitchen yelling 'LIZARD!!!' on top of her lungs. But well anyway, anyone who knows the cats of LaTumis well will know that those kitties are filled with guts to ask for food from the customers - I've even seen one who actually stood up to beg for it's lunch.

Combine a brave kitty and a girl who fear cats to the max, and the reaction achieved is EXPLOSIVE. Seconds later, the girl was already at her limits, and as if her chair did not offer enough protection - she climbed to the seat of one of her guy friends next to her. And of course, standing on a seat occupied by a guy requires a lot of balance, and she clinged on to the nearest 'stable' object she could ever grab - that guy's spiky hair. Boy I pity that fellow.

Then one of the waiters of LaTumis came out and tried shooing and chasing the cats away, but they were too stubborn to move away. So as a last resort, he grabbed the cats and brought them to somewhere else, one by one.

So, in the end, case closed, but occasionally one of the cats passed by and that poor girl will be on the chair again...

That made me wonder - is it the cat who's supposed to be afraid of us humans, or the other way round?

I'm Kinda Amazed By Malaysian Technology

Kancil owner fined for breaking Malaysian speed record with an incredible 956 km/h. Wow, I never knew Kancils can reach that speed without breaking apart into pieces. Perodua must've added some extra hidden rockets at the rear for the ultimate boost of hyper speed, as well as space-shuttle material on the car's body to endure with the speed! Well done Perodua !!!

And once again, I'd like to say - Malaysia Bleh !!!

Smelly Water OK To Drink ???

Syabas says that "the smelly water is OK for drinking". So does that mean water that is not smelly isn't OK? Sheesh, where's their common sense???

Though I'd like to see all the staff in Syabas drink a cup of it and after wiping their mouths saying, "Smelly Water OK For Drinking !!!"

"Syabas", Syabas.

Hypermarket Security Denies Entry To People Wearing Jackets

Went to some Hypermarket near my PJ home, in Kelana Jaya (does it ring a bell? Note that there aren't any other Hypermarkets OTHER than THAT one next to the LDP. Anyway, I'll call it XXXXX here, and HINT: It's HUGE) with my family during the afternoon.

I wasn't actually in the mood to go shopping during that time (thanks to the morning badminton session and the packed Sunday schedule), but well, ya know, parents are always in the authority to force their family to do something 'fun'. So well, I was actually sulking (call me kiddo - but I was just too tired at that time) all the way until we reached the Hypermarket entrance, where all the fun begins.

My younger sis happened to be wearing a denim jacket, and the moment she stepped over the automatic gates, Mr. DumbGuard (his face was so 'yong sui' - disgusting till that I even remembered his name - starts with an A and ends with a H) halted her from entering. When asked why, he says that it was his superior's orders to (in Malay) 'deny entry to anyone wearing jackets'.

Oh yeah, WTF. And of course, all of us were pissed with this sudden change of events. Mr. DumbGuard furthur explains that this is to 'curb the problem of shoplifters' (oh yeah WTF, like that's not going to backfire by ruining their business). Dad persuaded that this is unreasonable, but Mr. DumbGuard decides to stick with the 'orders'. Fine. XXXXX Hypermarket is going to lose a business transaction thanks to their 'effective' security.

Before we retreat, I uttered 'Gila betul' while passing by Mr. DumbGuard, but Mr. DumbGuard replies with 'Betulllll'. 'Betulllll' my foot.

Though Dad threatened that we shall all go home immediately, but well, I know my Dad - he's not going to let this matter to get away from him. Seconds later we found ourselves in front of the Customer Service nearby, and after listening to Dad's complaint, one of the receptionists say that my sis' attire was OK, but the security guards were a bit too paranoid about this issue.

Good thing that she decides to help us out, and we were back to the entrance in no time to reason it out with Mr. DumbGuard. He was a bit surprised to see who we've called upon, but he insists that he was 'doing his job'. The receptionist then asked for one of the foremen in the Security division to show up to the scene, and couple of minutes later the issue was resolved, and finally we get to do our shopping.

I have no idea if their management knows about this, but well, if they still let their Security Division to run their hypermarket show like this, I've got a picture here, though not an accurate one :-

Let's assume that 1 out of 100 people wear jackets to XXXXX.

And the security guard chases every single one of them out of the gates.

Point is, not all of them come alone - there are those who came with their families. And from 'Lilo & Stitch' (I can't believe I actually watched that, *&^%$#@!), family means 'no one should be left behind'.

And an average visiting family going out to shop consists of, say, 4 people.

So that's more or less 4 out of 100 -> 1 out of 25 people being denied access into the hypermarket.

If the hypermarket can make a business transaction out of everyone who visited, that means they are gonna lose about 4% of their overall sales.

And that's not all - the customers who are being denied for entry may not return. For maybe, well, a long, long time.

That's gonna hurt a lot.

Well, like I said the above scenario wasn't accurate, but it's really happening in a much smaller scale (maybe), and it's undeniable that this is causing indirect losses to said hypermarket.

Let's just hope that their management realizes the 'good' deed their Security Division has come up with - and fix it ASAP.

My PC's Back !!!

Got my PC back when I returned to PJ today. That's a good thing.

But my nightmare awaits me. Some of my files (now considered unavailable to be found online) were deleted. I don't know whether to cry or not. =(

Sigh, still have loads to update on my PC. Hopefully it can recover it's 'former glory'. =(

又闷又好像不闷般的感觉

电脑修了约两个星期了. 幸好还有一个"老牙"的电脑可以用, 但它所拥有的功能非常有限. 没法子啦, 只好等到我的王牌电脑修好为止了. =(

嗯... 今天是情人节, 亦是我一位好朋友"咖啡冰"的生日.虽然这个情人节又是以单身汉的生份度过, 但我并非一个人度过, 因为我会参与"咖啡冰"的生日派对 (很明显的, 钱包又要流血了...).

开学两个星期了. 发生的事情也蛮多的嘛. 荒谬的事情依然不断地发生呢. 虽然如此, 但是也在我们忙碌的生活中增加了不少的乐趣.

所以我的心中, 有一股怪怪的, 又闷又好像不闷般的感觉. 搞得我现在在这里不知道在乱写什么.

算了吧, 我还是准备上课去. 下次再写吧.

Dual Celebrations !!!

Well, I havn't posted in a while, because I want to write my 100th post on my very own birthday !!! And yesh, today (Feb 7) is my 21st b'day !!! :P

Much has happened recently. Will describe it in point form.

- Sem has started ! And it will be a busy one, thanks to Data Structures and Algorithms, which I'm retaking <_<.

- My PC went 'kong' last week (which Mum was quite happy about <_<), and I'm stuck with an old PC right now in my Cyberia apartment. :(

- M'sian gov't FUBAR as usual, and Naj, Hish, Khir and Sam still on top of my very own 'politician clowns' list.

- The 11 Chinese men who got shaved when they were caught gambling shows how 'great' our multi-racial country is.

- MRR2 bridge was announced to be closed ALL in a sudden. Personally I think it shouldn't be opened in the first place, because the CRACKS should undergo repairs first before the bridge can be deemed usable. Heh, where's the common sense in those guys anyway?

- Speaking of bridges, I applaud on the 'great' ambition of Naj trying to get half-a-bridge built on the Teberau Strait. That's the most unusual thing I've ever heard in ages.

I have more to write, but I'd become a windbag if I continue with it. Better stop here. :P

WOOHOO ~!

Came back from CNY, just in time to cast my votes in the Weblog Awards for 2005. :P

Anyway, I've spent some time browsing through some of the blogs, so I can make my decision on which blog to vote (actually I wanted to vote Waiter Rant only, but well, it ain't fair to do that, so might as well go for the others). And well, some of them are, erm, not bad. :P

OK, I've done my votings now. Back to my Sudoku.

And he's finally legal !

21 years ago, this day, someone was borned. And I met him 16 years later as classmates. I saw him fell in love - saw him fell to his knees as he was cheated of his feelings, but he managed to pull away from those failures. I saw him grow to power - and listen to his woes as he tried to sort out the stress he' facing, but without himself knowing, he grew stronger and stronger every moment. And the process repeated and repeated - and officially 21 today, he is one of the most successful people I know in campus.

Say your birthday greetings to Cless, my since-high-school pal. Hopefully, for this year, a nice-looking girl with good qualities (emphasising on moral and attitude) will fall for him. Can't wait to have another "Ah Sou" (Cantonese, means Sister-in-law). ;)

Self-doubt

Well, recently I'm back to the usual "self-questioning" again. Another semester has passed, and what have I achieved ?

All I can say is : Nothing much, yet there's not none, and I shouldn't be too proud of it.

My parents were always the first to give a negative feedback (which is actually a good thing, but it still depends on how I want to improve myself). First of all, they dislike the MMU-ian style of life - staying up late for the night. Hell, actually I knew that's bad for my health (and I believe that most of us MMU-ians knew that), but considering the community stays up for the night, I always risked the 'lecture' of my parents.

Being concerned by our own parents is still a good thing - but being worried isn't. But well, the dumbest rheotical question I'd ask is 'What can I do about ?! There's nothing I can do !'. Well, I've tried to get myself into the habit of sleeping early, but I find it nearly impossible - that's simply because at late night, I will not be disturbed as much as during the day.

The second to provide negative feedbacks are none other than myself. Basically, I measured myself by my achievements and sometimes, self-esteem. Well, I've always been a Jack-of-all-trades, and I longed to profess in some kind of skill so that I'd have a chance to achieve something. But so far, I'm always holding myself back - excuses, excuses, and more excuses.

I'm a lousy programmer, yet I'm taking an IT course (my parents were aware of my inability too). I knew of a senior who's poor in programming but she managed to graduate - because she's good at doing certain things better than others, and she also took the effort to pass the programming subjects. It's always hard work that counts - and my sly mind always want to find the shortcut, but in vain.

Other than my parents and me, my friends are also reflections of what I am. The power of influence is always there, thanks to peer pressure and the 'human herd' phenomena (or any crap term that they psychologists come out with). From my friends I can sometimes look into myself, but that's just sometimes. Maybe I'm too busy keeping up with the world, I didn't pay attention or something. But nevertheless, the pals that I hang out with are basically the best in 20 years of my life - Cless (nice guy, and still available), Slade (quit smoking will do ya good), no-wing (still rocking our seats with his l33t DDR/O2Jam skills), K3YZ (the most honest drunkard I've ever seen), the Trios (Nkhosm, Augustine and ZyHao - seldom see them not together), Coffee Ping (very experienced in adult material) and many many many more (sorry for those not mentioned... especially from the Net). I've grown to what I am today, is because of you guys. Thanks. :)

Now I'm facing another dilemma - next sem ain't as easy as the last one. Thanks to my failed subjects, I've to retake them - but well, at least I've gone through those tedious moments for once, making it not that difficult for me. But I'd be exhausted to death for the upcoming 14 weeks. Well, the best three (3) words to address myself :-

SERVES ME RIGHT.

Until now I haven't register what I want to take for the upcoming sem (surprise to you all folks who have read until here). Probably I'd do it soon, but definitely not now, as I need to hit the sack.

So, adios amigos.

Looking at the Chinese Calendar...

Hey. It's the 18th day of the 12th Lunar month.

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I remember today is one of the days I should remember, but what ?



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It's my Lunar birthdate. And yeap - I'm born before the CNY of 1985, which makes me a Rat (instead of an Ox, which most of my friends with the same age of mine are). And I should be, erm, 23 of Chinese age, methinks. Need to get reference and calculations. =_=;;;

Idle, Idle, Then... Active !

It's been a while since I've scribbled anything in this blog.

For one, it's not because I've no Internet access - just got it this short sem (which has just ended). And I write inconsistently now - maybe because the Internet distracted me?

And bleh, I can't finish my journal for that particular trip which I've promised to write last time. I'm a friggin promise-breaker *grins with guilt*.

And OH, much has happened since I last posted.

(1) I found Internet love possible, though things may turn out a little more than expected. Erm, I didn't mention it was I who's into that, did I?

(2) Some local journalist got 'e-creamed' for mistakenly saying that all Anime are Hentai - apparently, our local Otaku's are rallying for him to get the sack.

(3) I became admin for some online FPS game's forum - not a bad deal, except it's still not active enough. Here's the site.

(4) Me and my bunch of pals went into gaming craze recently - espacially DotA and Shui Hu Fantasy Online. Fortunately I still can get the hang out of those crazes. :P

(5) What else? Oh, I'm at home blogging now, and watching the broken chandelier above me, which I promised to keep it as a secret for my two younger siblings...

Anyway, mosquito's biting my legs now, and I'm wondering whether I should go surfing for a while or not...

My Turret Platform's Anniversary !!! Time To Scrap Rust !!!

Last year, this day (December 8) was the day I started this blog. Time really flies - last year I was figuring out what the hell is blogging, and next thing I knew, I'm here writing my post in this just-turned-into 1-year-old blog.

Well well, my blog just made a wish - it wishes that I write something less awful, hehe. I better be :P

BTW, soon I will place up my journal of the lastest journey I've been to (which explains my 1 week absence). I hope I can finish it on time. :P

Begone !!! For a week !!!

Oh yeah, I shall disappear for a week starting 2.50pm, 29 Nov 2005. (which means I'm gonna skip some important things in my life - but I don't really care :P)

So see you guys in a week.

BTW, I can't believe I got this as an result... =.=;;;


Take The Quiz Yourself!

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YES I'M SO HAAAAAAAPPY NOW !!!

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I'm sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo HAPPY now !!!

Why ???

Because... I finally got Internet in my place !!! :D

YAY !!!

The Penang Trip

Oh yeah, 3 days out of the Internet world, all dedicated to Penang. And now I'm writing it down now.

1st day, Nov 3rd

Woke up *damn* early in the morning. 7 am we set off (my family and my uncle's, again - in short, 6 adults and 2 kids) and reached Ipoh by 9, had breakfast at the usual coffeeshop (Dad's customer BTW), and another 3 hours before we caught sight of that *unusually long* bridge in the middle of the sea.

The roads in Penang was always a pain to travellers on wheels. Due to seating arrangements, I was elected as the 'navigator' for Dad the driver. I was given a bunch of year-old maps and I had to figure out where the hell we are and where we might end up with.

The first thing that ran through our minds was the Ji Le Si (Kek Lok Si, but I prefer Mandarin - I'm no Hokkien). But as usual and expected, the bloody jam - cars and people - was in our way. We only managed to get our car parked, went for lunch (laksa, but I'm no big fan of it - took chicken rice instead - and ice kacang + cendol), and left - without any attempt to climb the steps.

As our check-in time to the hotel is around 3pm, we still have around 2 hours to spend. Where to go then? Since the hotel was close to the Botanical Gardens (and Gurney Drive too), hmmm, might as well go and take a stroll... with the monkeys.



"So ?" was my sis' reply, while I thought that monkey-killing was the civic duty of the locals.



My bro and lil' cousin with the Cannonball Fruit... now that's huge...

After the stroll and some nice-but-expensive mashed-peanut-topped ice-cream, we went straight to the hotel to check-in. After dropping our stuff, our next destination was - the northern seaside. Found a sandy spot with nice 'fengshui' (well it is, judging from the Chinese cemetery nearby - backed by the mountain and facing the sea).



Ugly posing with the kids...

Well, after that, we returned to the hotel, and walked all the way to Gurney Drive for dinner. After half an hour, we're disappointed to find that the stalls weren't there (we learnt later that they were relocated). So we ended up walking all the way to the Cantonment junction, and had dinner at a seafood restaurant (lousy + expensive, last time we'd be there). And finally, we turned back and took a peek at Gurney Plaza. Then we walked the 30 minutes back to the hotel, and a movie in the TV then Zzz.

2nd day, Nov 4th

It was decided that the early morning of this fine day *to sleep* will be replaced with the 8am visit to Ji Le Si, along with breakfast nearby the place. We have to wake up HELL early, but it was worth it - the breakfast there was nice (I had Hakka noodles) and there weren't too many people at that hour. Our trip upwards was a breeze. The pond, the compound, then some photos - then straight to the Inclining Lift (ain't free) that brings us to the new(?) statue of Kuan Yin, the Goddess of Mercy. Well, construction wasn't complete there - they're still raising funds to build a Tian Tan (Heaven's Altar) style roof over the statue for more protection - actually to be specific, they're raising funds for the roof tiles.



Oh look it's me again... Zzz...



Zzz... another one...



I think I better stop this self-admiring of mine...*clicks the STOP button*

A round of photos, and we went down, next to the pagoda tower or whatever they call that (ain't free either). Nothing much except a compound filled with flowers, and now come to think about it, I'm starting to regret that I've entered that place for nothing. Damn.

Then it was the time for souvenirs, and finally the trip downwards, which we descended with much difficulty, thanks to the crowd and the stores that made the path narrow. We had lunch at the same place as yesterday (chicken rice again... and again, ice kacang + cendol), then we left for the Ssssssssssss Snake Temple.

I never knew there was more behind the century-old structure - at least until now. The moment I stepped to the rear section of the temple, instantly deja-vu hitted me - I've been here, but not in reality, but in one of my dreams. But who cares if I've deja-vu ? Nobody cares. We had a round of snake-visiting and then, off to the city center.

Georgetown was, to me, a mess - the maps I had were outdated, and most of the roads are one-way streets. We were looking for a particular small lane in Penang Road - in search for the famous Cendol there. It took us around 20 minutes and a couple of rounds of driving before we caught sight of the stall - which was so damn obvious with the crowd gathered around. The car was parked, we squeezed into the crowds, and we went Cendol-crazy with a bowl of it in each of our hands.

After the ice-thrilling treat, our next stop was Khoo Kongsi, or also known as the Clanhouse of the Khoo's. Now converted to a musuem, it only opens for a limited period of time to visitors. Was impressed with the wall carvings that were based on the 24 Filial Acts, and also it was the first time I get to see a REAL Chinese memorial tablet.

After that, we went back to the hotel. I had a nice 2-hour nap (well, gotta admit it's a waste of 2 quality vacation hours), then for tonight, we went to the open-air hawker stalls nearby (they were originally from Gurney Drive, but due to all the upgrading in Gurney Drive they were relocated here - just next to the enourmous Mt. Erskine Chinese cemetery site) for dinner. Food's not as good as expected (with the exception of the "Oh Jian", the oyster omelette), but at least we had our stomachs full. After that, we returned to the hotel, and after 'Puteri Gunung Ledang' we went off to bed.

3rd day, Nov 5th

We decide to leave early in the morning. We checked out, had our breakfast nearby, and we're off to the ferry jetty. And well, my 'Navigator' job ends here as well.

But well, the return trip wasn't directly to KL. We're making stops all around Perak, from Ipoh, then took the old highway to Kg. Tualang, Batu Gajah for lunch, then to Bidor where we retook the PLUS highway again, and re-exited at Tg. Malim because of the highway jam. Reached KL at 8 pm, and after dinner it was already 9 pm. Oh well, how much I missed my PC. :P

One Day Family Trip

Deepavali. To me it's another *yawn* ordinary day.

Except the fact that it's a national holiday. And also except the fact that Dad's factory was closed for today due to all his workers went back to their respective hometowns, which means my family and my uncle's (also my dad's foreman in the factory) were free for the following week. Seems like family plans are overriding my schedule for this following week.

So it was decided yesterday that both our families will be going for an outing together for today. Originally we were going to Frasier's Hill, but the recent rainy weather made it dangerous due to the risk of landslides. So we went to Dong Zen temple in Jenjarom instead. And since I've been there once, naturally I became the guide.

Start out 8 in the morning, fetched my uncle and his family (along with my aunt - who unfortunately have to work for today) and then, 'dim sum' for breakfast in Damansara Uptown (yum-yum). Then, head off to Puchong, and Dad decides to find out the 'alternative' route to Dengkil. But well, thanks to the development of Putrajaya/Cyberjaya, the old signboards with the arrows pointing for 'Dengkil' were useless now. We ended up somewhere near Cyberia, and waaaaaaaaaay out from the road leading to Dengkil (in case you guys are wondering, we exited from the 'Pulau Meranti' exit near the flyovers).

OK. So we have to make a U-turn at the Equine Park Interchange. And we're on our way. The moment we reached Dengkil, it was my turn to keep my eyes on the road. We drove and drove and drove, not without passing by certain places with 'oh' 's and 'ah' 's from my family (due to familiarity of the place). I went kinda lost in the middle but luckily a signboard saying '8 KM to FGS Dong Zen' corrected my pinpointing and we took an important turn that I've actually forgotten about (blimey, I only went to Dong Zen once - and it was dusk). The next 8 kilometers were a breeze - and when the familiar traffic interchange with the petrol kiosk (without a roof, amazing) went into sight, I told my dad to turn left. We reached our destination within the next minute.

Well, it's been a year since I came, and the renovations which took place last year has been completed. Of course, my mind can't stop some of those memories of last year's Dhamma course to pop-up in my mind - happy ones, and frustrating ones (actually, it was someone else who got frustrated but well, I'll leave that to myself).

Of course, I start off with the formal, uh, how to say, ritual (?) of um, 'greeting' my master and teacher, the Buddha. Then off to check the interiors of the redecorated 'Da Xiong Bao Dian' (had been destroyed by a fire some time ago, but can't remember when), then went off to enjoy the scenary. Man, even the butterflies are tame enough. Mum took two close-up pictures of one feeding nectar on some flowers.



Aye yie yie, I'm a little butterfly ~




Ahoy ! Here I come, with my wings spread !



The picture is nice but the guy... =.=;

Anyway, it was pictures, pictures and pictures, next to the lake, the flowers, the temple entrance etc. After that, time for lunch.

Jenjarom -> Banting bypass -> somewhere near Pandamaran -> ah, Klang city suburbs.

It's been a year (or maybe more?) since I set my foot there. But whoa, the whole place has changed a lot. There used to be a huge garbage dump area there (I can remember crows flying around and occasionally, sea birds) but now, it turned into a low-cost housing estate. Anyways...

Dad drove us into a really really 'ulu' (undeveloped) area, which he claimed that the food was good. We ordered noodles and sort, but well... it's cheap, but it wasn't really nice. Dad even admitted that it didn't met up with what he tasted the last time.

But bleah, that's not only that. As expected from suburbs, we ran into a minefield - thanks to the local stray dogs. We have to rub our shoes on the stones before we head home.

And well, that ends our daytrip. But a longer trip awaits us this Thursday - this time, Penang for around 3 days. Damn, that means I'm out of the cyberworld for that 3 days. *sob sniff*

National Attitude On Traffic

A long queue of cars waiting for the lights to go green under the flyover's interchange, and drivers squeezing in from the one and only 'U-Turn only' lane just for the 'fast track' . Cars occupying the center of an interchange, inside the yellow box, while the road ahead is facing a congestion. In the Light Rail Transport stations, the boarding passengers rushing in just to prevent the passengers in the cabin from getting out of that sardine can.

Yes, welcome to Malaysia. Feel free to enjoy this kind of 'treatment', 24/7 on or off the road.

People here are so 'competitive', they threw their manners into the Recycle Bin (or better still, Shift-Del), no matter where or when they are. Yes, you can see it everywhere, from the roads to the lifts in shopping complexes here. People here win people by playing the sport named 'squeeze-in first, argue later'.

Chances are slim if you expect the next oncoming car to let that old fat lady take the zebra crossing. I bet my (potato) chips on that driver jamming at his accelerator and 'WHOOSH' , let the lady bite dust. Point is, no one would ever want to stop their cars for nothing here. Well, except for stopping at the wrong lane in front of the reds, and parking at the perfect spot to make a traffic 'dam'. And oh WAIT, they'd stop too to have a better look on that accident occured on the opposite side of the road.

Toll plazas are one of my favorite places too - I can't find a moment where my parents will NOT swear on those 'lost' poeple who drove their cars to the wrong lane, and changing their directions in the last second. And not to mention queue cutters, one itself is already enough to create a chain reaction equivalent of the Hiroshima-Nagasaki combo.

So they called themselves 'city people', eh? I think otherwise. They're indeed city people, but they forgot to bring their brains to the road. Either that or they're sitting on it.

Ah, how about places without cars ? Shopping complexes, transport stations, places where people gather - it's almost all the same. Everytime I travel via LRT, I will have more trouble unboarding than when I board, because in the same time, the crowd will struggle for the 10 short seconds to enter/exit the train cabin. One bad thing leads to another - if you think this is already bad enough, wait till you're reminded that this is the perfect timing for pickpockets to take their chances. Expect the same behaviour in lifts of various areas, as well as some other places that involves the congestion of pedestrians.

If you think this kind of attitude runs in real life only, let me tell you that you're wrong. Check the Internet, and see how most Malaysians behaved on the Net. The forums enough is already an eyesore. Recently I'm into an online FPS (first person shooter, something like CS etc.) that's hosted locally, and naturally, majority of the players in the game are kids all around this country. Their behaviours reflect what their parents 'taught' them - which I have no idea how or what they taught to them. Expect lots of spammings, floodings and pointless stuff if you're unfortunate enough to be in the chats. You might say, not only Malaysians do that but other people around the world do that too; but I'd say, MOST of the Malaysians do that.

Sigh... enough of speaking the 'exciting' stuff in the locals. Let's look at somewhere else for some comparison...

I've been to Singapore, and despite their infamous 'kiasu' culture, their drivers will always stop in front of a zebra crossing. OK, their MRT's and buses might be a mess when the boarding/unboarding comes about, but at least they've a system to tone down the problem. You can say it's because their country's small and easier to be governed, but again I think otherwise - it's the mentality of the people that makes the difference.

Why our neighbours can while my fellow countrymen can't ? This is something that puzzles me everytime I compare my country's people with others. Up to now, my conclusion is that these people lack of the awareness to behave courteously. If this 'social disease' is still left unattended, it's likely our next generation will adopt this 'disease' and call it - Malaysian Culture. Dammit.

Let's hope this is right...

Your Brain's Pattern

Your mind is an incubator for good ideas, it just takes a while for them to develop. But when you think of something, watch out! Your thoughts tend to be huge, and they come on quickly - like an explosion. You tend to be quiet around others, unless you're inspired by your next big idea.

What Pattern Is Your Brain?

Dedicated to WLR 6737

Tonight I went to the night market with Mum & Pei, my younger sis. Was waiting at the vegetable stall for my Mum who's making a purchase there, when this car WLR 6737 stopped next to the road.

Well, one of the guys in the pirated CD (PCD) stalls nearby walked near to that car, wandering around to test what's that guy in that car's up to. Then the window of the passenger's seat slide down, and PCD seller went to that open window and talked with that guy inside.

Now why did I write this ? It seems like someone was looking for that PCD seller in that night market. But, and lots of buts, that car belonged to our country's Police force. And unless it's my eyes playing tricks, or maybe it's someone who had the guts to make their car looked like a patrol, I see no reason why I shouldn't believe it's not a patrolling officer.

Best part of it is, later on that car went off, and the stall's still there. Hey. Isn't the police supposed to catch pirated CD sellers ? What's going on here? What happened just now, between the PCD seller and that officer, if I assumed it is really an officer ? I can't say what's happening between them, for I didn't have the eyes to see, nor have I the ears to listen what's going there. What I had is my imagination, and I hope that the imagination of you readers are good enough to picture what's going on.

And adding the taste of irony, just this morning I read about Malaysia being the 32nd Least Corrupted Country in the world or something like that, according to some survey results. Heh, I don't really give a damn about survey results.

Can't blame Time for it's Fault

The highway wasn't that busy that afternoon, and I kept my car on the express lane. I looked at the clock, illuminated by the late afternoon sun. Will be reaching that place in an hour or two, I pondered.

It's been a while, since I've tasted the fresh air, since the roosters wake me up in the morning, and since, that cold, cruel series of incidents that I couldn't bear to think of. I've never imagined that something bad will happen to my family, yet it has happened - and changed my perspective of how life is. Unpredictable.

How true the phrase is, "Time changes everything". The siblings I've known all these years, have became even more than strangers, all this while we are apart.

We used to be kids that grew up together, running across the paddy fields, catching fighting fish to compete with the other kids. We all worked hard to earn money for our family; our schooling days makes the life of the modern kid's look colorless; and despite our simple lives, we were content of what we have, and it was from that feeling of content that makes us all happy.

But life's not the same now - the more modernized we are, the less the Human heart fills. Greed was what tainted my family, leading into Hatred and Treachery, circulating in a pattern which nothing can stop it. I clenched my fists on the steering, preparing to turn - and to let go my disappointment on the fate that befalled my family.

Exiting the toll plaza, I drove into a two-way single-laned highway. Trees with their falling leaves, clouds of random pattern, wooden shophouses with tarnished zinc rooftops. The marks of Time as It walked by, not without stirring change on everything. I sighed heavily, as I could do nothing but watch the clouds of Life blown by the winds of Destiny.

As I parked my car at the compound in front of my old home, the sun glowed it's red-orange rays onto the wooden structure. I always remembered the sunsets were always beautiful with our smiles on our faces. And right now, in front of my eyes, the sunset still remained there as Time passed by, but our smiles have long faded, replaced by masks that were as cold as ice. And not even the Sun's warmth can melt it.

Time's fault it is, yet I can't blame nor forgive It, for what It has done can't be undone. Silently I walked into the lifeless house, occupied by people what I used to call - family.

La Finale

"We bring you the latest news update. 2 people were killed in a traffic accident that occured at..." - crack -

Finally, he woke up, the squeaking radio disturbing his long slumber. The pain in his head stung like a needle that drives through him mercilessly. Adding to it, the afternoon sun penetrated through the dirty windows with the badly-torn curtains, through the dusty air - and into his eyes. Took him a minute or two before he could see anything clearly.

He didn't know how long he had slept, all he remembered was he kept drinking until he lost his consciousness. He didn't even remember his dreams, but he felt dried tears on his cheeks.

Who cares now anyway ? He walked to the washroom, and through the broken mirror he saw the once-brilliant young man, a young chap who had hope and a bright future, and now, he looked no different than someone who lived in the slums. Unshaven for days, uncombed hair, and weary eyes.

Aye, he was ruined. Jealousy, from the people who disliked what he has achieved, and set him up to destroy him. Ignorance, of his ex-employer, who used to look up upon his talents, but now resembles nothing more than a fool, easily-deceived and settled matters according to his emotions.

WHY ? WHY ?!

What did he do to deserve this, this kind of TREATMENT?

Not only did he lost his career, but also his car, house, all his money, and the one he treasured the most - his fiancee, who left him even though he pleaded to her desperately.

FRAMED !!!

The whole thing was a set-up ! That night, that TREACHEROUS night, his colleagues held a party celebrating his promotion. Never did he knew it was part of the darkest plot that was going to overthrow him. He didn't suspect the presence of his employer's young beautiful wife that night, thinking that she'd like to join the fun. Neither was he aware that the drink he had has been spiked by unseen hands. The next thing he knew, he awoke on the bed, next to the woman that he wasn't supposed to touch...

Words spread quickly like the fire in the dry bushes. That very same day, he lost his job, his fiancee, and almost all the things he owned - no, most of it had been placed under her name a week ago before THAT happened...

There's nothing left for him now. There's nothing else he can do now. He was RUINED. RUINED. RUINED...

This will be the last day in the shabby apartment he had rented, for now that tiny amount of money he had had been spent. He could have stayed on for maybe a month with that amount, but he decided not to. Instead, he bought something else...

Some alcohol to drink out his sorrows, a roll of adhesive tape, a box of matches, some rope, and a knife. But most of the money went to the package of industry-strength trinitrotoluene - enough to take out a small building.

He started to assemble them, using his limited knowledge of making fireworks - when he was young, he adored fireworks and often made them for the fun of it, and of course, was punished most of the time by his late mother.

He had no father - he only knew his mother used to be in love with a wretch who ran away with his mistress. Despite that, she managed to raise her only son, singlehanded, until he graduated from university. But for that, she paid the toll for it - cancer took her life away, the day he was about to tell her that he got his first job.

WHY ? WHY WAS IT UNFAIR ?!

The moment he snapped back to reality, cheeks wet, he had completed his final masterpiece. A beauty. A beauty that robs others for their beauty. And THAT, will be his final vengeance.

He dried his face and strapped the device onto his body, and covering it up with a jacket. Then, he took the last swig from his bottle, and walked out of that shabby place, with the radio playing some heavy metal music.

An hour later, the radio cracked and the music was interrupted.

"We interrupt to bring you the latest news. About half an hour ago, an explosion caused by a suicide bomber occured in the XX Towers... " - crack - " ... it was believed that this is not an organized attack..." - the radio fell dead.

Silence.

BLEAH On The Break

Oh, it's always the same everytime I return to PJ.

Mum will nag me about me using the PC too much, and she will start lecturing about the amount of radiation of the PC's monitor is a cancer risk blah blah blah...

Well, I admit I haven't been moving much since I came back. But, heck, everytime I go out it costs me money, and it's not like I'm that rich to go anywhere I like. That's why I stick with my PC (and the Internet) to surf the world for information... and of course, it's kinda unhealthy, but what else can I do ???

And, since I was in high school I've never ever attempt to play any PC games in front of my parents. I played it in cybercafes, I played it when my parents aren't around, I played it alone, just because I don't want my parents to yell at me about wasting time or 'affecting my siblings', as claimed by my parents. Heck, I thought the situation would change when I took on the GD course, but HELL no... Just today I got 'fired on' by my mother because I played in front of her (despite her 'affecting bro's studies' excuse is useless now since his exams are over). Damn. I hate the feeling when I'm forced to do 'good stuff' in front of my parents. DAMMIT !

I imagine my future, where I'll be forced to face the monitor for hours, and my mother will storm the office and pull me away 'from the cancer risk'. Heh. It's kinda annoying when I get 'monitored' by my parents, about what I'm doing etc.

AHHHHHH I don't know. If this situation persists I'm either going to quit my studies or kill myself. Or maybe something worse. BLEAH.

WHOAAAAAAAAAAA YEAH !!!

FINALLY IT'S COMPLETE !!! FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY !!! WHOAAAAAAAAAAA YEAH !!!

Now, I can start my "Fable : The Lost Chapters" in peace... HEHEHE...

What's wrong with smiling ??????

"What are you smiling at ?" Mum asks.

"Huh ?" was my reply, everytime she asked that.

"Your brain got problem isit ? Smiling like that at yourself, only people with mental problems will do that."

What's wrong with smiling when there's a nice and funny thought that's running in your mind ? What's wrong with it ??? I don't get it !!!~~~

[Let's Rock !!!]

<- Start of log. Initializing modes... ->

Mode : Heavy Rock Mode
Song : "Other World" - FFX (you guess !)
Condition : Just recovered from "windy" stomach, but ready for another night
Plans : A couple of stuff to do, still calming down the urge to play games...
Mind : Curious what are the rest of the Hatchlings doing in B2-3A-9...


<- Music switched to - "A Solitude That Asks Nothing In Return" - GGX soundtracks ->

Log :
Just thought of switching my writing style for this post. I'm still waiting for Mum's orders, but she seems to be occupied with her work. Damn, I wished I could have stayed back a little longer in Cyberia...

<- Music switched to - "Wild Rock" - BUZZLIP ->

Log :
I'm thinking of staying back home tomorrow, because I have something to finish up with my PC. I wonder if my parents are taking my suggestion seriously. Plan's a little messed up, and I'm in a little dilemma now. I'm supposed to return to Cyberia for a while to settle something...

<- Music switched to - "Yakitori" - GITS ->

<- Preset Mode switched to - Instrumental-only mode ->

Log :

The world around me is in a mess now. Bombs detonating, the weather's in 'super windy mode', oil prices rising, economy's down while income tax officers popping up like leeches. People everywhere are moaning and groaning - some for their wallets, some for their lives. I wonder what's the next showdown that changes the world - if there's any, I doubt it's a good one - unless you're talking about space colonization...

<- Music switched to - "First Vision" - Yoko Kanno ->

Log :

Ten minutes till midnight. Wonder if I should burn midnight oil again, like what I did for the last 2 days. Hm. Today my stomach went sick because probably my body overheated. I think I'll retire early for tonight for, say, maybe an hour. Mm... maybe, or maybe not.

Heh. Time to go now, the fruits are waiting for me.

<- All modes terminated, music off. End of log. ->

At this point...

... My life is dangling like the wind chime without the wind. In other words, I'm bored and waiting for something to happen, and yes, without from not yawning.

... I'm sending songs to a friend, who's quite stressed because of her upcoming continuous papers. In the same time I'm downloading some other songs.

... I thought back about what my friends about the recent otaku craze for fashion style, 'Gothic Lolita' (I made it short as in 'Goth Loli'). Hmm. Come to think of it, CLAMP was considered among the earliest to take up this style of fashion in their works (referring to Chobits).

... I can't touch any of my games. Dad is at my right side while Mum, left, facing their respective PC's. Mum used to complain that this house is full of radiation because of the amount of PCs and laptops we have in our house.

... I can't find a proper torrent for the Tales of Legendia single by Do As Infinity !!! DAMMIT I NEED ONE PROPER SEED !!!

... Suddenly this house's too quiet.

... I'm running out of stuff to write. Something please happen quickly !!!

... I think I will stop writing at this point, and comment in the other blogs. Ciao.

UPDATES !!! UPDATES !!!

Boy, it's been a while since I've updated myself. Let's see...

(1) My sem break starts. Well, not without a disastrous ending. Best not mentioned...

(2) I've got a new housemate ! Aaron's from Brunei, and studying in LKW. More housemates to come, hope they come in quick...

(3) Mum starts to take the trend of surfing the Net. Mmm... should I call it a treat or a threat?

(4) Well, there's already a 'threat'... apparently Mum assigned me to convert all her office work, all into Excel... for the rest of the sem break. Nooooo...

(5) I have a "Ah Sou" (sis-in-law) already... no la, he's not my blood-related brother, but a close friend of mine, who got himself a girlfriend... congrats... UPDATE: I forgot actually there's 2 of them...

(6) Commentator: " More exciting action coming up, LIVE, in the next episode of 'J[Alt]K's Real Life Scenarios !!!' "

13th September 2005

I have been reluctant to post this up, but I knew that in the end I have to...

To the memories of a fellow creature that have survived for a few days, despite what the others say it couldn't stand a day...



13th September 2005

11am

I was already late for my Games Application I class, and as I sneaked through the usual illegal shortcut to campus, a familiar whining sound caught my ears. As again, I'm the nosy type who can't get my business off animals in need. So I set off to investigate where the kitten is.

To my shock, I found it exposed, next to a wooden gate of someone's lawn, still unable to walk and see properly. Normally cats will place their young in a safe place wit sufficient cover, but leaving a baby kitten in the open is too outrageous. Since the mother was nowhere to be seen, I carried the baby kitten into the shade provided by a pot of plants. Before I left, I prayed that the mother will return soon, but I will return later to check whether it's brought to somewhere safe or not.

3pm

Returned from Dengkil with lunch. I remembered what I was supposed to do, and returned to the same spot to see whether the kitten's fine or not. I had a greater shock when I found it lying on the cement walkpath, not moving, and a troop of ants were marching pass it's body. I touched it to see whether it's still alive or not, and to my relief it responded, but it appeared much more weaker compared to the time when I met it in the morning. Quickly, I brought it to La Tumis, the restaurant in Cyberia where cats normally hang around. I brought it to the couple of cats with the same colour as the kitten, but they just stared at the kitten... and left !!! I was pissed, but I expected that to happen too, since those cats normally slack around and they don't pretty much look like the type where they will take care of their young, espacially when it's not theirs.

Anyway, I went off to buy some milk, and started to feed it with the aid of a straw. This, of course, failed, since kittens only feed directly through the milk glands. Later on I tried another tactic - pouring the milk directly on my hand, and let the kitten lick it. Well it sort of worked, but it's not enough to fill the hunger of the kitten.

Anyway, this fuss attracted a lot of attention, wanted or unwanted. The security guards and one of the waitress in the shop which I knew, came and gave me a lot of advice on what I should do, and providing some tissues for me to clean the kitty up (there was some, uh, crap stuck between it's exit and tail, anyway...), even though some of them figured that the kitten might not live for long. But thankfully they were there, because they saved me from being panic (To be honest, I was afraid it might die in my hands...)

Of course, unwanted attention was around the spot too. Murmurs were around, going like 'Hey, it's a baby kitten' or 'Wow, it's so little'. There was even once when I overheard the conversation of 3 girls passing by, arguing that it wasn't a kitten, but a mouse instead ! Sigh...

4pm

I fell into conversation with a girl (smoking...), and suddenly I spotted someone familiar in shades... wait a minute ! Wasn't that Bunny Aznan supposed to be in the States until the next semester ?! Anyway he spotted me, and he told me he just came back, and he returned early because he was homesick. He saw the kitten too, and I told him everything that happened.

Later on I called down Slade (Aznan was unable to contact him for some odd reason), and Slade came down together with Paul to meet up with the Bunny. Then we started chatting about the Bunny's life in the States for the whole month, but of course we didn't forget about the kitten (who was trying hard to sleep, but it fel cold). Bunny advised me to place it on my own lap, and well, it worked well and the kitten slept like it was in it's mother's warmth.

And well, I couldn't escape without comments from them, such as 'The Kitten's Mother','Animal Companion',and such... but well, at least they were there when I need someone for advice. Thanks guys, if you're reading this, but well, I think it's impossible for me to take that advice of you guys for adopting it myself, since my parents are strongly against it. And Aznan, tell your sister I really appreciate her offer to help, even though she's busy and barely have time to take care of it. Should I 'belanja' next time or something?

6pm

Finally, I brought it back to my penthouse. I placed it in a small plastic tub, with the base of it covered with tissue, and I let it sleep under the warmth of my hand (and it smells a bit like cheese, since a bit of the milk was accidently spilled on it's fur). But, like what them guys said, it really needs a lot of warmth and food in it's infancy, and everytime I leave it for a few minutes, it will surely wake up to the lack of warmth and started whining again. Well, it really took me awhile before I got the hang of it...

I forgot to bring back the milk I've bought, and as it was thrown, I asked Slade to go down and buy some milk for it (Thanks again... I owe you twice...). As he left, I sat there on the chair, with the tub holding the kitten on my lap, eyes closed, but my mind was thinking: "Well, being a Mum isn't an easy thing." I imagined mothers going through the 9 months of carrying and caring, and the next few years of efforts in educating the child. And now here what I have here is nothing compared to the task of any mother in the world, but this gives an idea on normally what mothers face.

7pm

I'm sitting down in front of my PC, typing out this whole story now. The kitten's still sleeping on my lap, occasionally waking up whining, and I have to massage it with my right hand while typing with my left. Less than three hours before Aznan's sister arrives, and I started thinking again.

I could have leave it there in that lawn like that, as if it's none of my business. Why should I bring this fuss to myself, even though I knew that I can't even take care of myself properly ? I must be crazy enough to drive myself into this situation.

I thought in another perspective again. It was Karma. It was that force that drove me to meet up with this abandoned kitten. The timing was right, the person was right, and the kitten happened to be in need. It wasn't destiny - it's just (I don't know how to explain it) plain old Karma.

Then I realized - soon, I might not be able to see it again. In fact, it might not remember me in the future, when it gets older. That's why, for the next two hours, I will put in all my efforts into taking good care of this little life here. It has been very strong, because I sensed it has a very strong will to live, despite the harsh conditions it has gone through. Without a mother, without someone to take good care of it until now. I must be strong too, even though I suck in taking care of animals, but I must, because I have chose (and maybe chosen) to take care of it, until proper care for it arrives.

9pm

I gave it a bath, not quite a proper one. And naturally, it started whining. After I dried it up, I tried to feed it but it seems like it dislike the smell. Eventually I cleaned up my hand and let it lick on it.

Then, I massaged it until it sleep. It seemed to like it, and I hummed the tune I've made earlier to let it sleep. All of a sudden, my heart felt empty. It's going to be fine, and soon Bunny's sister is going to fetch it to place it under the care of her cats. But why am I feeling this, this sad feeling?

I started to play Freecell, but my tears betrayed me while I massaged the kitten with my left hand, humming the tune. It's going to a safer place, it will be fine, I told myself. Yeah, I can't keep it, and I don't know how to take good care of it,, so I have to send it somewhere good for it. It's going to be fine.

Please excuse me, I really have to calm myself for a while.

10pm

I finally calmed myself down, at least.

But well, the kitten has accustomised itself to the warmth of my hands. Now I have to carry it on my left while I typed with my right. Gah, I need to take a pee, but it won't let me go for it !!!

Aznzn hasn't call me yet. I'm starting to get a little frustrated. But well, can't force it if I asked for it, right?

Ah damn it, I guess I have to do it the hard way... I mean, I really need to use the toilet now !!!

11pm

Kak Aina was a very kind lady. Though it was already late, she still came for the sake of the kitten. I felt pretty sorry for Aznan too, because he was starting to get sleepy, and yet he has to come down to let me meet his sister.

I placed the kitten in a shoebox, and it starts to whine again due to the uncomfortableness. I tried to give it some warmth by placing my hand on it, but well, it wasn't satisfied. So it whined the whole way from my place to the mini round-a-bout in Cyberia. Kak Aina really has a way with cats - the instance I gave her the kitten, she managed to calm it down.

Before I left, Kak Aina asked me whether I want to keep it if it's old enough. Well, frankly, I don't know, and my parents probably won't allow a cat in the apartment. But well, I'd see how things turn out 1st.



September 24th, exactly one week later...

I contacted Kak Aina, through Aznan, and she informed me that it managed to go on for another 5 days before passing away peacefully that Sunday.

I managed to hold back my own feelings when I received the news, and started to stop blaming myself for being too late and unable to provide the help it needed. But I have to go over it, through it, and letting it go.

Well, I've made a wish, wishing that the kitten can enter a realm better than it's current state. Wishing that it will do better in it's next life, if there's any for it.