National Geographic breakfast, anyone?

Malaysia hawker food centers can be in different form of premises. One of those famous ones for the past several decades were in shop houses. The shop owner normally retains the rights to exclusively sell beverages and rent out spaces to other hawkers. For extra services, they put up satellite television for customers' viewing pleasure as they enjoy a nice bowl of noodles or rice.

Calmly, today I encountered an incident involving MondayBluer's whining, in which if I have not ignored it would have given her a tight mental slap, at seeing National Geographic program on wild life. Somehow, MB whined that she cannot continue eating after witnessing some maggots digesting rotting flesh or something gory. I practically ignored her point because very firstly, it is just herself that is psycho-ing herself. Secondly, no matter how gore the flick was, that's life and reality. Surprisingly, even when I remained silent without consoling her, she finished her bowl of noodle. I just love MB for so being so adorable at times.

That brings me back to the point of this. I cannot reason why these shop owners would select such programs. Why can't switch to CNN, CNBC, BBC or even CCTV for goodness sake? It just brings me to a complete 'duh' minute to ponder. Not only one shop but also the 'mamak' shop behind too does the same thing. The mamak stall has a large 52 inches projection TV making it far better, huh? Maybe I presume it's for the helpers' entertainment, hired from poorer countries or maybe not. Perhaps, the savagery of the animals or the fascination of maggots devouring flesh can boost sales and customer visits while we humans eat our meals. What were they thinking???? No matter how absurd I found it, there were still a lot of people coming, Malaysians are truly fascinating.

First entry since...

It has been awhile since my last blog entry and lots has happened since. For instance my September challenge to Mount Tahan was self-postponed, replaced with November day walk in Pahang National Park, my resignation rendering my unemployment, got a smashing birthday present from lovely MondayBluer, part time in fabulous network marketing organization, off to seek life purpose and my freaking acute GOUT attack.

Gout attack was an ouch. This is the second time it happens and I am taking a more pre-cautionary effort to ensure my diet is well met with enough supplement of celery seed pills, water and of course fruits. Strictest prohibition of animal organs in my diet plan because they are the number one concentration of purine. A hundred grams of these, is like a hundred mugs of freshly brewed Irish beer. That morning when I woke up with the swell on my right big toe was a tell tale sign of big ouch ouch for the whole of that and following week, indeed it has given me hell-of-a-pain. One injection and several pain killers later, it has reduced the swell and minimize the agony but remain limping. Anyway, it is all diet diet diet.

In the first paragraph, I mentioned about life purpose, did I? Yes, in my blog profile I have proclaimed that an Malaysian IT Specialist LOST LOST LOST! Well, that is sort of untrue now because IT specialist no more I am and a person now I seek the meaning or key to unlock the Enlightened Wealth At times when I am sitting on the 'throne' every morning, I asked of how my journey has ended up here with my decisions and status now, yet the answer was simple. Time. I guess it was just time or a threshold where I find things too mundane, forcing me to make a leap so that now while falling I can step up the revs to either fly or die. I have up to October 2006 to see if I really fly.

Pahang National Park was fun and relaxing compare to the trainings I was doing here with the Gn.Tahan expedition team. During the park visits we saw a handful of wild animals, mostly insects, and a leech. There were many hours of boat ride which was definitely the most enjoyable for me. The trip also included an all expense paid cave exploration where we were subjected to crawl through tight confined space with body half soaked in water and stood waiting less than 2 meters from giant sleeping bats. It was truly amazing to see them at close proximity and such numbers. Although not as grand as those in Sabah and Sarawak yet the coolness of getting near them was simply breathtaking. MondayBluer and I were in a group of 17 or 20 and the last evening there was very much celebrated with many jugs of Tigers. Somehow, to the local residence there, telling them we saw a few Tigers would cause quite a surprise to them. In actual fact there hasn't been a single living tiger spotted near the national headquarters for like a decade and there a bunch of drunk idiots claimed they saw Tigers.

A not so cool fridge.

Couple of months back I discovered something extraordinary with MondayBluer’s fridge. Her little Sanyo ‘Kevinator’ has the ability to make beer so cold that it does not freezes.

Especially after a hot afternoon drive with a cold chilled beer from that ‘Kevinator’, was simply priceless! After that I got hyper by fill it with different types of beer or beverages such as Hoegaarden, Heineken, Tiger and BerryClear Sprite Remix. Yes! BerryClear Sprite Remix is certainly a jolly carbonated drink, I recommend to everyone.

Having found the very secret formula to nicely chilled beer, I went about spreading the word to some buddies. Even MondayBluer was astonished after tasting freezing cool beer before she went to try it out herself. This time she tried it in her home with a slightly newer version ‘Kevinator’. She even called me and asked for tips. All I said was to put the bottles into the freezer and enjoy it later. Happily she organized a mahjong match with her colleagues, who coincidentally too from that little town of hers, and serve them beer. Ecstatically, everyone was served with frozen solid bottle of Heineken. I bet they all accepted the ice solid beer politely without questioning. Perhaps in their mind then thought that is how people in S2 drinks their beer.?

Anyway, MB may have been embarrassed a bit but certainly she has help busted a myth. The Kevinator we have here in our place is not as cool as the one at her hometown. It is and old fridge, so give it a break. Evidently this means that meat stored in this freezer can easily spoil and be hazardous to consume. Nevertheless, I can still get nice chilled drinks and screw the meat, I don’t cook.

I'm a slogger!

Without any reason, I wanted to have one word to describe myself as a slow blogger. Then I borrow a word called slogger. To makesure the word is genuine, I checked in google.com and answer.com. The results were not very definitive but it was mentioned in wikipedia as "Slog v. to social network and blog".

Anyway, I meant my turnover blog entries is slow which has it's logical reason. First, I blog for myself most of the time. In fact I enjoy re-reading my entries to spot grammatical mistakes. Hopefully gather enough personal time to correct them. Secondly, I realised my dependency on MS Word's dictionary has grown to a scale of addiction. My "England" as some may say, is kinda rusty to a point that with MS WORd every sentence reads better with a press of F7. Third, bored of revising my entries countless of times in order get the meaning perfect or across. Then I am rushing a project to complete before October ends. Lastly, I having too many pots a.k.a non profit tasks open at once, unable to focus 100% on one.

Now, I recently cut my hair. Yes! No more hair like Cousin Itt . However, it has someone became a big deal to many. The worst is people dumbly trying to strike up a conversation. Nevertheless, I would just entertain silly question like;

Scenario of someone greeting me;
SQ1 : Hey you cut your hair?
SA1 : Yes. (Can't you obviously see the difference?!!! Gosh!)

SQ2 : What happened?
SA2 : Yes, i cut my hair.

Normally these question are accompanied with the lazy one word question, why? Therefore, I will answer this like;
a) Bored with long hair
b) Too difficult to take care of it for like 2 years now.
c) I want a change.
d) Lost a big bet
e) Woke up one fine sunny Sunday morning, with no apparent reason or whatsoever, decided to chop 'it' off!
f) For charity, and Mondaybluer drops down lying on the floor with hands on stomach, rolling side to side and laughed.

Ok, these would be very likely a few of my reasons but nonetheless, reason number 'E' is quite apparent the most used.

The thing I noticed that most bloggers has at least an entry of their own version of hair cut stories. I bet they understood the attention generated especially a person changes his/her appearence. Imagine Kenny Sia doing the punk look or xiaxue going bald with 4 earrings on the left side of her ear. Gosh! these guys would make a million smackaroos.

Well back to my subject of me becoming a 'slogger'. Since it's plausible a word given the meaning I wanted to hold, I hope this gets used more widely as a colloquial so that one day I get acknowledge as the first person to contribute the meaning of slogger. A dreamer's dream ...and dream on dreamer. D'oh!

The name 's Katrina

As I was reading the recent catastrophies in Pakistan, the name New Orleans caught my attention in small fonts. That reminds me also the tragedy in Bali. Normally from my lay-person's view, who ever discovers something like a piece of rock in space, he/she can name it after themselves. Therefore, here lies the question of who named this hurricane? Was it Katrina her/himself? Was Katrina suppose to be pronounce as Kata-Rina or Kurt-thrina? Since after the disaster, would anyone from the New Orleans or Florida name their new born Katrina? If it happens, will she be made fun of in school? Will she able to take that tease and live on? Could she freak out and start praying for the storm to come once more the sweep these bullies away?

I think it makes sense to name storms after human beings because it gives them a less hostile acceptance. Imagine naming Katrina as the Storm8811967 Category 5, which sounds very strict.
I urge everyone to start naming events like "The Bali Bombings II", "Paki-Afgan-Quake", "Hurricane Katrina" and etc etc.

Disclaimer: This posting is meant for my own entertainment and information only.

When I am rich.

The same phrase that starts with when I am, usual sounds more like a dream. However, I plan to list it down to help remind myself of the things I can do that means more to me as a person than just a mere worker for a company.

My resignation is was sudden then but not now and yet management did not have the preparation to accept. Having the priority to retain accounts basically business revenue $$$$ but not realising the importance of resources with proper skills and experience.

Ok. Now when I am rich, I would want to;
1) Travel to Europe and experience the life there. Imagine Amsterdam or as jokingly revealed by a friend's friend Chezkoslovakia!

2) Explore the artistic creative side of myself. This may involve setting up a nice poshy studio and stuff it with equipments and invite photography students to hangout. Equipped with free internet access and a small bar. Invite only the elites like models, celebrities and VIPs to enjoy a surrounding of peace.

3) Perhaps marry and start a family in a global scale.

4) Ride.

5) Help others who wants to be help. It is a matter of choice for someone to need help and wants help.

Realizing this may be the first 5 dreams but it cannot stop there as long as I am alive! Yes! I want to be alive! Career and job security is the thing of the pass. I want to unshackle the chain, escape and live a LIFE as a human is suppose to be. If you read this article and dream the similar, do mail or call me because it's my fifth dream.

Tuesday morning Ipoh.

I woke up exceptionally early at 7.00a.m, by the noise of vehicles screaming pass my parents' house in Ipoh and by the itchiness of my scalp. Nevertheless, I happened realized that I used to be immune to the noise or it's just that our nation is suffering from chronic-to-much-cars-and-motorbikes-on-the-road disease. Maybe I never realised that there are residence in Malaysia that are more peaceful then.

Somehow my mind continued to reminiscence the past two days of activities. Now let’s start with STOMP! It was a birthday treat for MondayBluer. However I have to agree with a friend. She just cannot see the point of paying that much of money to watch a bunch of people banging on dustbins and broom. Yes, they are creative in producing tempo from the simplest utility such as plastic bags, but it isn’t much of an entertainment at the last one hour of the show. Nevertheless, seems like MB enjoyed it more that I did which was the important fact. By the way the duration of the performance was 1 hour and 50 minutes! Damn, I rather watch ROBOT and cost 20 times less.

Last Wednesday was MB’s birthday and we went to have dinner at this exquisite Vietnamese restaurant at Changkat Tong Shin called Sao Nam. Nestle within a refurbished mid colonial building it serves authentic and fusion type of Vietnamese cuisine. This was my life's 3^rd visit to Sao Nam because honestly, the bill can be a bit dear sometimes, especially for an E-quadrant person like me.
Two hours prior to the appointment, I rushed to make reservation. The receiver answered was very accommodating for my requests after I have explained the occasion. Why don't you serve birthday cakes? Isn't this a restaurant? I added. "Sir, I am sure we can come out with a replacement, so we see you at 8 then ya?", he answered with confidence. Wow! I exercised my right as a consumer and they reacted well. Bravo Sao NAM! Dinner finished and out came the birthday song with a birthday................

CUSTARD?!!!!!!!!!!!! WTF!!!!!

Perhaps it was very surprising that MB got her very first birthday custard. Yes, she did not have the traditional icing cake but custard instead. She laughed with delight may because we were pretty much full or maybe that she would have been saved from embarrassment with a big cake or maybe I am that broke!

After her birthday celebration, recently I have been misinterpreting her speech. Just as yesterday morning, I happened to mishear her request to have “Chee Yoke Fun” (Pork noodles) instead of “Chee Cheong Fun”. Although for mishap she was able to hold on to her reactions like a true lady would and gulped the “Chee Cheong Fun” like it was no other “Chee Yoke Fun” she ever had.

In fact the most ridiculous misinterpretation was on Saturday evening dinner. Asked her I did of the venue to dine and she said “My Kitchen”. Somehow unconsciously in my mind I was set for mini tom yam seafood steam pot. Anyway, we drove ourselves individually to “My Kitchen” and I was there first. Got in ordered a large pearl milk tea and started to skim through the menu. After my drink arrived, I proceeded to order our food on behalf of MB as well since she is unusually late. As the order was relayed back to the kitchen, a SMS arrived and it wrote “I have already ordered”. To my surprise, I looked around and saw no MB in sight. Smirking with a duh face, I immediately called for the waitress to stop my food order. Phoned MB and found out that both of us were waiting for one another in different restaurants about four kilometers apart, unbelievable? Believe it!

I made this!

As I leaned back, sinking myself into my car seat while waiting for the traffic to clear at the ever most famously jammed packed traffic lights between old Subang Jaya and USJ, I noticed a building named HEI TECH! Seriously it caught my attention, maybe because of it was the blue and red tone of color or simply the spelling can be deviated in pronunciation. Thus may sound vulgar in a sense. Anyway, I was on the way to install a make shift metal rack for a customer SOHO network system.

After reflecting the amount of energy, time, creativity and effort to build this rack, was simply amazing but somehow satisfying. Most of all I manage to install it but with lots of problems along the way. Biggest problem was getting the right parts to assemble with a rough plan scratch in my head not on paper.

I guess what I am trying to say is, after the world has embraced industry revolution, ‘designers’ such as myself, would have difficulty to gather components to build. Normally unique pieces such as art or furniture or brand comes at an expensive price whereas those that are manufactured for the mass lots, or shall I say common, would only have restricted options dictated by the designer or the manufacturer. In a nutshell, I just did not know where to obtain raw material like these and I have no idea how I managed to get them in the end.?

My #101 post of quotes

"Inspiration simply needs hardwork and that summarizes Socrates, Aaron Copland, Frank Tibolt, Jack London, Leonard Bernstein and Thomas A. Edison" by Joey Wong CE

"Change has a considerable psychological impact on the human mind. To the fearful it is threatening because it means that things may get worse. To the hopeful it is encouraging because things may get better. To the confident it is inspiring because the challenge exists to make things better." by King Whitney Jr.

"Success is a journey, not a destination. The doing is often more important than the outcome." by Arther Ashe.

sources from http://www.quotationspage.com.

Happy Birthday and Happy 100th post!

Yes! I have reached my very first 100th posting. It isn't any special just that by right this posting is not suppose to be any coincident with someone's birthday. Perhaps I purposely delay my blog posting to mark 2 occasions, doubling the celebration online! How sad?

It's gonna be MondayBluer's birthday. Yeh!!! Happy Birthday MB! Just in case some might ask the presents I gave MB for her XXth birthday here are answers;

Tickets!These looks like normal TGV or GSC movie tix but look closely, the price is not normal RM10 or RM9. It is freaking RM227.00! Anyway, I believe this show is worth every Malaysian ass cents and especially going with someone you have Monday Blue every Sunday night, priceless.

Next present will be...
a surprise but only will be shown on the 24th September or earlier I hope. Sometimes I feel birthdays are for kids but I guess everyone should celebrate once in awhile because that is what makes us human.

Oh! I am asking who ever that reads my blog, well not many does because I never publicize it, do wish MondayBluer a Happy Birthday in the comment section. Need to gather the head counts so that next year can organise a large celebration I hope. Your comments and well wishes are so very appreciated. Thank you.

Some quotes.

"He, who thinks he cares, actually cares less. He who thinks cares not, actually cares lot."

joey wong c.e 1977 -

Router migration and USB Wifi Adapter Upgrade.

It has been 25 hours since I installed the new wireless router for home use. After more than 8 months of agony in experiencing constant network drops, I have finally thrown in the towel to something more commercially proven and endorse by many. Somehow I felt that I have become a staunch Belkin supporter after purchasing 3 different products from them. Two of them are mentioned here but the last one shall remain undisclosed for no reason what so ever.

Here is the old setup.

Focus on the big red X. The detail sub picture is showing my TIME Webbit Navini Modem. Talking about Navini, I wonder if there is a new firmware upgrade?

Opened the package.

Contents in box.

Plug it in and voila! Well, only after minimal security configuration so that the rest of my house mates don’t have to reconfigure. I tell you, doing network support for free is kind of cool because they will have to ask politely for help (coz not paying) plus I can help if I choose to coz it’s free support.

Anyway, setup completed as below.

As expected, I noticed three bad features of Belkin wifi router.

First of all, everytime I make a small ‘fraking’ setting adjustment, I am subjected to a 25 seconds wait for restart and relogin. This router was testing my patience.

Second is probably a disadvantage in usage but may be a good security feature. There seems to be a session for administration that requires logout. Closing your browser abruptly would render you unable to re-login until the session times out. If there is a session, why can’t it save all the setting changes in session and affect all these modification at a click? (referring to the first problem above)

The third and final disadvantage I noticed were, the power supply that connects to the back of the router is small. Small as in like an uncircumcised penis with a little head poking out making the power cable disconnects easily when moving the router.

However, the biggest advantage now I hope Belkin can deliver would be eliminating the frequent wifi network drop out.

I also changed the USB wifi adapter for my PC, an upgrade from 11Mbps to 54Mbps connectivity with the Belkin router. Thus involve the replacing of my current MA111 Netgear USB Wifi adapter, which I bought for RM255.00 in March 2004, to a Belkin product which cost RM180.00. Whereas petrol prices in Malaysia and the rest of the world is rising, some things are getting cheaper.

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The Vanishing Fugitive

It was instantaneous I replied yes to join the team of 9 on an excursion of 7 days to Mount Tahan. The peak stands at 2187m asl. In order to conquer a person need to traverse large extend of pre-historic tropical rain forest in which some believe to be 150 million years old.

When I said yes, it did not occur to me that the environment would be tough and unforgiving at times. Survival is mainly the whole concept that architects the natural surroundings of the forest.

Anyway, before attempting the climb, the team has appointed an experience climber to adapt us for the journey. In within 4 weekends we were suppose to camp and hike up different hills and mountains. Gunung (Mount) Nuang is considered the toughest and similar to the environment in Tahan.

My blog entry is regarding a fugitive leech. It got into my shoes and stay hidden somehow unnoticeable. As I got down from the training mountain, I changed to a pair of comfortable slippers and left the hiking shoes in the trunk. Cutting story short, I got home took out the socks and dip it into a solution mix with Vanish.

The Vanishing Powder

This is how the fella look like frail and dead!


The fugitive

Beauty and the beast

For many of times I have noticed inconsistent behavior display by Malaysians. This would mean one thing, no one is perfect and this goes to other people in other countries. There are ugly corners in every scene. Things like misspelling English signage, rude & unethical behavior, discrimination and etcetera. However, it depends from which angle a person is looking from but it does not matter.

The subject I want to note down today is about a Malaysian Queue. I want to describe scenarios from my perspective when Malaysian behaves the best when it comes to patience while waiting in line. Ok! Here it goes;

Malaysian tends to rudely cut queues in these situations.

a) Traffic lights

b) Toll gates

c) Traffic jams

d) Female toilets

e) Sometimes at cash out alley in super markets.

... will continue to fill in when I come across more examples.

Surprisingly at certain instances Malaysian behaves very good in queue in the following scenarios I encountered.

a) At Subang Jaya, where Malaysians waiting to buy Indian rojak.

b) At cinema ticket booths.

c) At fast food outlets.

.. will add on if I come across more examples. Care to comment?

In conclusion, I can safely say that Malaysian is most likely ugly when they can hide themselves like in a vehicle. When it comes to food and entertainment, somehow strangely they are very patience.

Birth of PidoCat.

Variations of mascot. The initiators from mylowyat.com!

Couple of BLOG postings back click here. Coincidentally, I told two friends who undecidely read my blog for my review on homemade ice cream spotted a small cartoon animal I drew for also no particular reason. Anyway, the initiator on the left decided to borrow it as a mascot for his web store - MYLOWYAT.COM. Well, as a friend, I agreed and gave them the camera taken picture (top row middle box - variations of mascot). Strangely they gave it a name and to my surprise I was asked to colour this thing called pidocat! Relunctantly I accepted the request without promising anything. After a little while of experimenting and here comes out a few variation of a very ill pidocat. Pidocat in purple has got a bad cold, green got diahorea and finally the yellow cub-pup looks like got fever. It would be happy if companies in the future take this pidocat and use it as their marketing mascot without my permission. That's where I can sue millions off their asses and retire mine with the money, hahahahaha!

New credit card scam old solution.

Reading this Star paper article last paragraph reminded me the detail importance of the small things we all do to prevent larger problems to occur.

As I was chatting with MB last night before sleep, she mentioned processes are so mundane. However, it’s important to have processes in order to device shortcuts. When I mentioned processes, it is not just confine to our work but also daily lives. For instance, making the bed every morning after waking up is a process shortcut to two steps. Even shorter process would be one step i.e. to hire a helper.

Regardless our daily processes for work and life it comes down to our survival as a one out of over 6 billion. Does it matter when everything is gone? No more roads, cars, buildings, economy, pollution and civilization.

Party Weekend Part#1

Even before the weekend began, Friday night was a kinda unexpectedly entertaining especially from my observant mode on and thinking through all night of fun, loud music, butts and breasts, MondayBluer and party patrons. I went to The Loft at the KL Asian Heritage Row, a few units away from Bar Savannh. Place was packed with people of all kinds and culture. The place looks swanky in the moment of light but with the crowd I guess it’s fresh from my view. Surprisingly I was pretty much amazed by two distinguish sights.

First was the dancing crowd stepping over each others toes & feet, brushing one another’s sweaty body and a person was sweeping! Yes! Sweeping the floor for cigarette butts, tissues, paper towel and empty cigarette boxes. If we mute the music and slow down the speed of those dancing people and just focus on that guy or lady who was sweeping the floor, I wonder what’s in their head that very moment. As I continue to observe, they were doing their job in such a hostile crowded environment. That I salute to these fine individuals.

Second and lastly is sort of not really unpleasant but pitiful. As the night grows older, I noticed a girl in another colleague’s arm, dozing! Evidently another classical case of I drink-too-many-now-i-am-wasted person. It seems like if you have insomnia get high with whisky and loud music. However, I respected that person who can sleep so comfortably in the same environment as the people sweeping the floor for a living.

Therefore, I conclude there are minorities in the crowd of dance club after all except for one, me! Mister Observe and report to blog for remembrance sake.

Party Weekend Part#2

This weekend is my company’s dinner event which unmistakably falls on every odd number year in a Gregorian calendar i.e. 2001, 2003 and now 2005. Strangely this is my first and maybe very last dinner. I was away on project in 2001 and behaved naughtily then. Where as for 2003, sadly fell ill of some bug that caught me at the wrong time. Now 2005 where after I have handed in the badge couple of weeks to pure raw savage reality of the I.T world will catch up to me again. Tonight I am sure MondayBluer will look stunning in her custom made dress. MB is the kind that would seriously give her best thoughts on wearable items. I guess it’s her very interest or hobby to instinctively pick out the best value from something to make herself look beautiful. I, on the other hand, could be really bothered much but nonetheless had no idea my wear or shall I say outfit / costume would be anywhere near appropriate.

Tonight post dinner will be like Party Weekend Part#1 in which I hope to get a good picture of minority people. Venue for tonight, RUM JUNGLE!

MB for strangely these couple of weeks seems to have less pre-Mondays drama because of acquaintance with guy-buddy colleagues. She sort of like grown a sense of companionship that motivates her very much directions towards happiness and meaning. In fact it’s beneficial in a way for her to get occupied after the good old club days.

Whereas I have put my very career path on the line, exquisitely wasting time on challenges and unexplainably agreed to go Gunung Tahan on the September 16^th, 2005. That puts us into a month of intensive and gruesome training. I will come to that later.

Time to the salon and change my hair style from Uncle Ed to a more presentable-for-formal-dinner event like tonight. Below is the picture of my hair!

My Hair Before

It has begun!

Yes. I have send in my notice and will put in a formal very soon. Although I may not detail it into this blog, yet I believe I can word it as discreetly as possible. Do not want to get into trouble. Seriously, it's not easy because over the years, I have not really improve anything. Only knowledge for certain technicality yes, but still that doesn't mean I am marketable outside.

Worst still, leaving with nothing in hand is the scariest attempt. Nevertheless, it will be something I am anxious and afraid at the same time. However, the comfortness of current endeavour undesirable. When questions like "what are you going to do next?" is still not very concrete.

It's kinda ironic sometimes when friends lend their advice. I noticed that those who used to freelance tend to advice caution because of past experiences whereas those who never freelance are encouraging my action. I guess it doesn't really matter to anyone because it isn't really their problem. Besides, it is easy to give advice but listening and taking it into practise is totally different. Therefore, I urge those who give advice please reserve some.

All I can say is, it has already begun! Times of change has arrive.

Factalogy or mythology?

Mobile Phone Battery Myth
It all started when I got home at 4pm today and noticed my Moto's battery was still fully charge. Somehow I think the battery performance of my RAZR v3 may represent my productivity for the day. Assuming by evening, the batteries go flat means no work done due to too many distractions of phone calls. Nevertheless it doesn’t mean any good if my phone’s battery is still fully charged at the end of the day, such as today. This is the 4th week owning this Motorola RAZR and I am no longer modding it like the first few days.

Actually productivity to me is quite subjective for my line of work unless I want to measure with total net profit.

Boxer shorts benefit.
Research has shown that men can produce more sperm if they wear boxer shorts instead. According to some scientific study, men wearing boxer shorts maintains ideal temperature for their testicles. Such stimulation may increases sperm count. I wonder how many specimens are required to prove this claim? Would not be surprise if some telesales marketing company taking advantage of this fact to introduce the ultimate sperm count enhancement boxers. Yours for only RM99.89 and if you order now, we will award buyers with not one but two bottles of all natural penis enlargement cream. Oops! I got carried away a bit.

Sneeze thrice continuously.
Some say that if you sneeze thrice at once means someone or something is talking bad behind your back.

One eye lash on cheek.
They say that if one eye lash lands on your cheek means someone misses you dearly. Hence that’s what people say.

Thumb-sized dick
It is believe that a person can guess a guy’s non erected penis size by just glancing at the size of his right or left thumb. Some claimed right and others claimed left. Worst of all some also says the side depends on his writing hand. Well to prove this is true, guys, who are curious drop your pants, hold your thumb up and measure. No offence but you may try a mirror because it eases some who may have difficulty of a blocked view.

How should I salute you?

My mum phoned this afternoon to inform me about Leonnie’s grandfather passing. Leonnie is my 11 years old cousin born under the supervision and OCD father whom by virtue of fate is my uncle. My uncle who is my mom’s younger brother, is salute as “Ah Kiew” in hakka. Oh! Hakka is a Chinese dialect, in case you don’t know.

When my uncle married Leonnie’s mum, we called her as “Kum Mow” in hakka salutation. Prior to their marriage in 1989, whenever I see her, I acknowledged her as Aunty Kim. At first it was quite unnatural because prior to their marriage there were Alison and Susan. Anyway, I am not going to elaborate on them.

Sadly or shall I say ‘happily’ to Leonnie’s mum, they divorced. Nevertheless, there were no clear instructions from my mum in regards to how we should address Leonnie’s mum.

By the way my mom is our walking Hakka/Cantonese/TeowChew salutation reference guide. Sometimes during visits to relative’s house, I may stumble upon some lady who maybe my mom’s dad’s (grandfather), youngest brother’s eldest daughter’s niece. Now when such situation arises, my mom would be the most important person to call upon to settle the dispute on salutation.

Therefore, in conclusion, I am in a situation where I do not know how to address her properly because her relation to me is through Leonnie only. Would it be “Kum Mow” or back to “Kim Aunty”!

Some say “Kum Mow” because she is still my aunty because of Leonnie’s existence unless otherwise. In fact “Kum Mow” was derived as uncle’s wife but she is not. Some may even say, no bigga-deal man just call her by name. Kim? If you are ang-mo I forgive you.

I can fail again.

I can’t sleep on a Saturday morning which can be caused by one or more reasons. I cannot help but think of the possible alternative twist I am about to embark myself into. It can happen now or later which does not matter but it will spark an outcome that I may need to be even more hardworking. On one hand the fear of the unknown of you fail you fail but on the other the excitement of freedom and personal control.

Fear in the removal of comfort in form of benefits and security. The fear that scares every one of us that is about to make that leap. The very fear I once had in Melbourne where I sat in this café in Box Hill, thinking about what to do. Certainly I didn’t think very far and that was why I ended up where I am right now. It is hard though without the mentor to plant the options for me to choose. Even that so, no one would have walked up to me then and said;

“You are about to fuck it up if you decide to step into the fire. It will bring you to disillusionment for the next 8 years where you leave yourself little choice but to take it all on your own. After graduate, you will get a job. Java is going to be hot, web also. Google is going to be very famous and so goes for yahoo. MP3 is a common thing. Buy Maybank & Tenaga shares and treat it like your savings. Don’t worry about the IBM Sydney job interview because you will get to work with IBM one day. You will drive a continental car. Noriko was there for you to score, just take it. Despite health problems, smoking isn’t bad but not to worry you will quit one day.”

I guess it was never meant to be like this but it is. Reality is that no one can tell me the future. Even though someone had, the decision may have created a whole new different reality.

However, in that same café, I had this mixed feeling of excitement because of the very thought that anything is possible. I was free to choose at 20 and was not bogged down by weight. I promised then that I would return there to live and work and I sure hope I make it up to the promise. Evidently, I am already late. In fact 3 years delayed.

Guess this is it and time to move on. As I once said to this girl Ginny in Brisbane, “The cycle continues. Who knows one day our path may meet again?” Just in case of misunderstanding, the subject I am mentioning in this entry is not about MondayBluer

No travel no thoughts.

It seems my thoughts-generator has not been productive. An entry a week seems to be too little by MondayBluer's expectation. Not like during those days when I am away in Brunei. The land where little can be done and even less to do but with nights so quiet that helps myself to vomit blog entries. I guess those award winning blog sites must have very discipline authors.

JK Rowling has sold many more millions of Harry Potter sixth installment The Half -Blood Prince. It was a very synchronized sales released, I must say. If I am not mistaken , the book was on sale at 7.02am July 16th.

Last week also see myself attending company's team building event in Seremban. Although I visited this town many times, in fact it was one of MB's infamous declaration of origin, this 3 days 2 nights program was in a hotel I have never been before. Greeted by staff in animal costume and a zorro repelling from top floor of the hotel was certainly unexpected astonishment. In fact we were expect less class but harsher treatment.

My first week not working at my regular customer's location. Feels strange and uncomfortable because I felt I have lost the sense of direction. Every where I turn seems to just point me back to my old role and not making me any richer.

Ooh! Astro is back with the new decoder and stuff. No picture because MB's bro borrowed her camera to Beijing. Sometimes I have the urge to purchase another camera for my natural born creative close up shots but finances normally wouldn't permit. In fact I guess the most urgent few things to purchase is a decent notebook or desktop replacement.

I guess it all sums up that without much travelling, my blog entry becomes less juicy. My life in KL is reinstating itself to be exceptionally routine bound with the capital B for Boring.

A day in Starbucks Ikano

Wednesday afternoon at Starbucks Ikano. Awaiting for tomorrow's team building program which starts at 7am. Anyway, from my seating right now, I can see that Starbucks cafe's patron are kinda hostile looking because most people sits by themselves. Some in office attire in which I have some level of doubt if they are playing truant like myself. Some in T-Shirts and shorts like myself as well.

Now it comes to my attention when I want to go to the loo. What should a solo-cafe-cyber-surfer would do? Here are some usable tips knowing that laptop computer theft in this region thrives because of the economic gap between rich and poor in Malaysia.

1) Lock it with Kensington lock with the table. It would be very awkward for a thief to carry the table and laptop with him/her. A person cannot run very fast with the weight too.

2) Pass it to the starbucks employee but would you want to trust them with your expensive equipment? Depends and varies from case to case basis.

3) Pack your stuff and take it along to the loo. Leave your drink and a written note. For example "Take my drink away and you shall die" or "Will be back in 5 minutes time".

Good luck.

Top 5 lamest way to propose marriage.

5) A phone call from your latest mobile phone.
4) In a letter written with souvenier gift pen.
3) Voice mail.
2.5) MMS, real time capture face framed in a template written with Hello Kitty fonts - "Wil U M'ree Me?"
2) SMS, speed type challenge.
1) In a blog and leave clues in your conversation to persuade your other half to read your web log.

Marriage – part of our lifecycle?

Yesterday’s bottom half of blog entry was voicing my almost frustration towards parents wishes and threats. Here I am going to note down a thought I had during breakfast regarding marriage and poverty. Some may think how nuptial has anything to do with poverty?

What is the point of marriage by having a divorce? As I understand, divorce is an annulment of a marriage. Now marriage, as defined in many web dictionaries, is;

a) “The state-recognized, voluntary and exclusive contract for the lifelong union of two persons”, from www.duhaime.org

b) “Precise definitions vary historically and between and within cultures, but it has been an important concept as a socially sanctioned bond in a sexual relationship.”, from en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marriage

c) “Historically, a relationship between a male, a female and their families whose primary purpose is to raise offspring. Today many people use the word to describe a committed, loving relationship with or without children.”, www.familysynergy.org/art-poly.html

d) “is the act, ceremony or process by which the legal relationship of husband and wife is constituted. The legality of the union may be established by civil, religious, or other means as recognized by the laws of each country.”, from twig.sdsu.edu/demoybk/technote/english/glossary.htm

It means the relationships recognized legally by society. This legality ensures that a couple can fuck all their lives with the law backing from behind. Have your heard of a case where a husband was convicted for raping his legally married wife?

Therefore, if you are having a girlfriend boyfriend relationship, that may actually be considered ‘illegal’.

Marriage then to me sounds very subjective due to the variation of meaning to different level of society, religion, culture and race. The law defines the legality of a case in which helps govern a society intermix with religion, culture and different races fused. A human society thriving to persists to increase human population. Undeniably, an increase population has an effect on the social structure of the economy in which deteoriates the environment. This social structure supported by the medium of currency tips the balance of the poor and rich manifested by greed and lust.

To the rich mostly, marriage is a convenient legality to union recognized to have publicity and stature effect. To the working class, it can mean the above or subject to many means of survival. To the poor, marriage is meaningless because the primary focus is to survive.

The following statement may or may not be the summary of an average wage earning person from birth till death.

1) Birth.

2) Education.

3) Employment + (2)

4) Marriage + (3)

5) Children. + (4)

6) Death.

The (+) means it can include the above summary. A person may go through the cycle of employment while continuing to study or may be a married person who works and studies as well. By the time we reach life summary number 6, how are we remembered as?

Probably I am starting to understand the life cycle’s purpose…to be continued.

The Four Floors Elevator.

Voices of thoughts were excitingly sounding themselves in my head while I was walking towards an elevator. Absurdly speaking, the elevator only ferries between four floors. That was beside my point. In fact then, there was another fella in front of me who got in and selected a floor. Naturally I too will look at the floors selection and press the number I need to go to which was two (2) evidently. I couldn’t help but noticed he has selected third (3). As the lift slowly progresses upwards, all the voices in my mind stopped except for one question.

“Wouldn’t I be pissed if I am going to third and someone pressed to go second instead?”

No, if I am not in a hurry. Yes if I am in a hurry to jot down notes of ideas or something similar but fudging hell yes, if I am in a hurry to shit or pee.

The Week Has Passed

Sitting here with so much noise in the room. Alarms ringing, Hi Fi blasting and the sound of my latest addition to my mobile phone list. My very first Motorola RAZR V3, used and not more than RM1K. Believe it, people! I still uphold my motto as explained here in March 2005.

Weekend was snappy. Friday night was excited with old new phone and could not take it out to Bar Savanh for show show coz need to recharge. Saturday entertained friends (Trudy, Eileen & a bloke) from Singh-Jia-Po. Treated them lunch to the best Char Siew in town and they agreed too after some doubtful statements. The rest of the Saturday was modding RAZR V3 and mahjong. Sunday worked and now Monday morning!

One interesting SMS popped up regarding marriage again. Somehow I find parents are subjected to the pressure from society to in turn put the demand on their own offsprings to create more offsprings. In fact that was how I understand the logic for such request from both sides of the party. My folks are pretty less demanding because of me.

Anyway my point is the idea of extending the family tree in which the Wong now currently lies with this lil' fella.


Question is, whatz the fuss about all these? I am sure it is a meaningful humanic gesture to seed, populate and work the earth here. Aren't we are over populated and talk about the poverty level suffered throughout the world. Although I am looking from a macro level of things, it is simply too unbearable to bring up a child the way my parents and hers did.

Therefore I urge parents, especially Chinese in my case, should quit pressuring their children to marriage unless they are prepare to forego all kinds of benefits and not see them again as often. In fact I believe parents should let/assist their children seek who they are rather than steering them to what they should be.

Sadly mine and her folks failed and even more so I will not want that to happen to my own. Not just steer towards how society dictates. Wise parents provide their child education needed, fed them till their able and nurture their mindly thoughts. Smart parents will shwerdly con their kids to do things they want without asking. A child's gratitude to the sacrifice of their parents would be obedience, loyalty, care and love. I don't see how union with another is anyhow necessary unless I am convince otherwise.

My thoughts already scrambled by a phone call from customer's moronic fickly minded requests and the barkings from those "tak da baca anjings" (uneducated dogs). Ok wrapping up for last week..... au revoir people!

Some say Ju-On, some say malay vampire.

Drying my hair and decide to take picture of myself hair down. This was the result with much editing and coloring.

Hantu Wong

A weekend back home

It was a slow and steady ride home to Ipoh. This is a city where the naive me grew up in. Throughout the years school friends left but some remain and sprouted babies. Last weekend the second wedding event I attended for this year. Dinner's food was great despite having to cramp 10 big guys into a small table and the ever prosperous noise generated from local Ipoh crowd. Kok Thai Restaurant in Ipoh Garden East was the venue with good food. Somehow I have a theory that good food and beverage has to depend very much on Feng Shui. However I will leave this topic for my next blog, ya?

Spend the whole Saturday in Ipoh and has mastered a higher level of tolerance to my mom’s nagging power. “B! Climb up here and clean the fan”. “B! Fetch me to aunty so and so later this afternoon”. “B! Help me put this up there”. “B! Help me take this out”.

“B! Go do this do that”. I guess from this, I can sum up that the old folks back in Ipoh miss me or perhaps just a young ‘chi’ to fix stuff around. After I gave up smoking I find that it’s more comfortable staying in house rather than trying to sneak out to get a puff every hour or two. I also found a free wireless hot spot at Moven Peak(MP) Shophouse branch. Therefore, if you are in Ipoh go to Moven Peak Shophouse branch and you will enjoy free WiFi and I would suggest your own electric generator because there are no 3-pin outlets for patrons.

Sunday had the ever famous Asam curry noodle and white coffee. For those who knows about Ipoh only for it’s “Bean Sprouts Chicken” or “Shredded Chicken Meat Keaw Teau Soup”, they are only hyped up by Ipoh migrants alike. I guess you have to taste to believe what I am saying here. Probably one day I can publish a picture of it along with a map and related information.

Summing up my weekend, I can say it’s pretty calm and lazy and I love that minus the nagging pitch of my mom’s voice. Other than that it was nice until I got an SMS from a colleague in KL claiming that I appear in newspaper The Edge. Yes that color printed ‘newspaper’ that cost RM5.00 per-copy. With all due respect for the photographer and the author for that article, they simply wrote the article. These fuckers put a picture of me with two other people in it and captioned it ridiculously. Seriously I find it paradoxical because it is not everyday I get to do a disgruntled stare towards a ‘dungu’ photographer who caught me when I was napping after lunch. Perhaps if I were still napping, would they have ever published that photo? Damn it, feel like digging a hole in the ground and stuck my head in it at times. Yeh! More productivity and efficiency after taking naps in between work and lunch hours.

The Edge June 27, 2005

Classic Log - CLOG!

	Writing's an eminence to modern 20th century human civilization. Like my writing? Looks nice upside down.

Sweet Treat Experiment.

A verdict to the prototype ice cream by friends. They are both nice and creamy. Since they are free, I love them. However, the following questions may be prudent of me but may as well be beneficial likewise.

1) Would I pay for them?
2) If yes how much?
3) Given the amount I may fork out, would I go for Brand X or a well-known but similar taste ice cream?

I guess as long as they taste out of this world I don't mind. Remember out of this WORLD!!!

This can be an insane idea. Put something that can chemically increase the addiction (marijuna) perhaps or fusion it.

Bottom line is I was already impressed with the creamy-ness with this 'gelato'! Keep up the good work guys.


Banana and Green Tea Ice Cream

They Are Framed!

Four Faced Cycle	Finally they are done! Total cost including frame about Rphx.xx million. I had to 'borrow' a Toyota Unser to ferry this two fellas from the art framing shop back here. I hope it's worth the effort.
Waves Of Lava.	If you find them suitable for your wall, please don't hesistate make me an offer I cannot resist. Thank you.

The Table Barbeque People... RUN!!!!!!!!

Taken in December 2001, MondayBluer and I sarcastically thought that the tag line was funny. Astonishingly last weekend when I was at The Causeway Point, Woodlands Singapore, the franchise still exists. I wonder how many people has their tables barbequed?

Just to let you know on something may not be relevant to the above subject. CIA estimates reveal Singapore population is to be 4.43million and they have more females there. Go here.

Excuses from a lethargic blogger from PJ

I have to back date my blog entries because it was actually written on that date but not publish due to one or many of the following excuses;
1) Tired.
2) No internet connection.
3) Internet too slow
4) Busy with work
5) I like to accumulate and ‘ejaculate’ at one go!

Change Skin!

Caught your attention didn't I? Well since I did not update this blog for over a week, I might as well change the entire blog's theme so that readers will definitely be sure I have updated this.

Should I stay or should I go.

For the past several weeks I have been contemplating on the logistics and viability of leaving to go my own. The rewards are tempting but it means double the effort, double the cunningness and more careful. Once solo, there is no safety net. If you fall, pain will be realistic. A must to gather the strength to catapult myself.

Culprit Identified

My subscription satellite TV was acting up for months. Paid for engineer to fix it but not effective. Tested the decoder unit at brother’s place and he said the clock should synchronize almost immediately after power up and mine doesn’t. Tested to use another decoder and it was fine. Therefore, it’s concluded that my decoder died.

Thanks to my new housemate the Cat and Cat GF.

We were not meant to be

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that the limitations set upon us human has it’s primary reason. It may be for that thought that spirals the possibility that it is to keep up here. It maybe imprisonment or some kind, I wonder? As we live on Earth, we are governed by natural laws such as gravity, life and death, the balance of energy and many more.

It prompted to me at some point that humans were meant to seek a different answers all together in this world. Sometimes even the question becomes unclear. Most seek external refuge in hope to understand the mystery of life on earth but others seek internal salvage.

While driving to work this morning, my mind wandered. Earthquakes happen when the Earth reshapes itself in a gentle sort of way. Compare to the violence on other inhospitable planets, Earth is like a sleeping baby. Does that mean we were not meant to live on high buildings? Human population growth pressures us to seek alternative to build high. However the trembles of the tectonic plates can wreck chaos and lives within. If we live in huts or caves would there be less life loss?

Humans were not meant to go in faster motion. Our body limit us to just 43.45kph in 100 meters sprint but average we are less than that number. However, we want to travel faster and the faster we go the greater the crash.

Probably we were also not meant to go to space but stay here down on earth because unforgiving natural laws of this planet and space can easily redeem the lives who attempted it. Perhaps we are not meant to construct civilize habitat because the civilization we create destroys the hands of mother earth that nurture us like pollution.

If we were not meant to be so and so, that prompts the question of why the hell are we doing here? For me it can be several of these reasons inspired from Hollywood and other sources.

1) We are here because some dude/alien/god is experimenting with us.
2) We are here because we are all convicts sent here for imprisonment. If you are good and die you will escape else if you were bad here on Earth, then you will re-incarnate.
3) We just like the show in Matrix.
4) We may be the descendents of the 13^th Colony of Cobol.

Competition results out!

Sadly but expected. I didn’t win anything. At least I tried but I will never win free stuff legitimately. All the prizes I won came in a very indirect manner for instance, a competition with no participants.

I was in SG when it was announced. Expensively I SMSed so many dudes until I got CK to buy a copy on my behalf. Thank you CK. My sibling was unaccountable on this matter and talk about Astro.

Message to self, next time Malacca only has Sunday Mail. Weekdays no Malay Mail.

What fucking crap was that anyway?

Last weekend

I drove down to Singapore and back up. Here are 10 things for me to remember;

1) It’s easy to observe directions in Singapore

2) 10 days free VEP for only one entry.

3) GSS is Great Singapore Sale which Mondaybluer find not so great anymore.

4) Bukit Timah Rd is the backbone to get you in and out of the CBD.

5) Newton Circus has no clowns.

6) Sandy can be a name for a man.

7) Checkpoints are easy as long as you have registered your car before.

8) You can order sampler at Brewerkz.

9) Wonder Bra doesn’t seem to be that popular in Singapore as I noticed.

10) Orchard ERP will be on Saturdays.

If this is not a dog, what is it? 

Worth the price.

Today almost met an accident. I was driving through a SMARTag lane and for some reason the toll gate did not open eventhough it beeped. SMARTag lanes has sensing devices that detects an emitter for my cashcard.

This was my first incident which the freaking poll could have whack into my windscreen. However, for the 5th consecutive time, my car brakes saved me. Knowing this I feel that paying to fix or maintain a vehicle is worthwhile because in turn it can save you or your love ones.

In my neighbourhood, there are security officers hired to watch over the place. The residence will pay half yearly sum to fund them. Unfortunately, for us renting, do not believe their worth until an incident where these security officers came to the rescue. From that day onwards, we pay our share in realizing that it's worth the price to maintain an almost safe neighbourhood.

Some things are worth paying the sum because we will never know one day it will repay its dues like insurance. Have you got your insurance? If interested contact me. <> just kidding.

And I continue to wait.

Waiting and waiting no more. Got a copy of the Malay Mail newspaper and flipped to the sports page. Still the euphoria of de soccer match of the decade has not subsided. Same goes for the competition I joined. Three out of hundreds of submission will be selected and my chance of getting a prize is slimmer by the day after comparing the probable teams line up by the newspaper agency themselves. Even their prediction has more accuracy than mine.

Anyway the results will be out in Saturday�s June 4th Malay Mail in which so co-incidentally I am in Singapore.

Manage to contact an online friend since many months of silence. It is strange to know someone online by mistake and develop an acquaintance ever since. We never met face to face but only exchange pictures. Corny huh? If we take away the technology that enables this, it�s no different from Malaysian Post Pen Pal days.

Ah!! Those were the days, Malaysian Post thrive, the newspaper that talk all nonsense with �factless� truth. I wonder if anyone still has a copy before it was decommission. If you do, scan a copy and e-mail it to me at joeaggas@gmail.com . Thanks.

Strangely, somehow I just recalled MondayBluer wants to go HK - Disneyland. I wonder if that is true? Now I continue to wait for the results.

The Italians scored really early. The English was trailing by 3 goals at 45th minute, I decided to sleep instead. Knowing that even if I stayed awake may not change the fact of events that may erase my prediction since March.

I was referring to the competition which I only managed to salvage 25 correct out of 32 selected names. The unpredictable formation from Merseyside cost me to lose so many points. Nevertheless, I only managed to name 5 correct reserves for both teams but the most impressive was the Italian�s line up. I managed to predict 100% accuracy with a 4-3-3 formation and the players playing at their correct locations.

What now? Now, I wait impatiently throughout the day or even week worst the freaking month. Not able knowing whether there are better answers than mine. Worst still my mind played tricks that someone got 32 / 32 correct or a conspiracy from organizers or I only manage 4th place. Yes, I�ll be damn if I ever get 4th which can likely be because happened many damn times.

Awaken at 7am checked the scores and was very fudging incredibly surprised till the nuts sprung alive doing the Macarena because the English won! A cheeky twist of event of 3 goals in 7 minutes.

Damn I hate this wait. Fuck! Time to pull some petals�. Did I win, did I not, did I win, did I not, did I win did I not��
 

Final steps to finish my entry

Found the last 5 names


Cut them out


Set the names in place


Place into envelope


Seal it first. Expensive envelope you know?



Ready, submit and hope.