Oscar Wilde, the author who calls Beauty a form of genius, said this:
"Always forgive your enemies, nothing annoys them so much."
I first saw this quote in NSTP some years ago, and today an email from an old friend came warning me thatI should keep my guards up against Fats. And the quote reverberates.
(Of course, the other quote that echos in my mind was something taken off an A. Samad Said play, which goes like this:
"Kau cantik Pinkie! Kau cantik!"
- Lantai T. Pinkie
It simply explains why pretty people like me usually have a lot to go through that some people will never get to experience - because you are pretty. Haiyo, susah lo jadi cantik. Hehehe!)
This part of the famous Rudyard Kipling poem also comes to mind:
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise...
- If
Thanks for the warning bro, but I think I'll try slim down the Fats in my own way.
Monday, July 03, 2006
Kenapa ramai gal-gals minat England
Over lunch I heard some interesting theories on why most gals tend to support England, and not even a g-string-male-model drenched team such as Italy could come near:
Theory :
Cause they want to be in the "in crowd" and England is the so-called "in". (Likewise Brazil).
Theory :
Cause they've actually heard of EPL, but no way in hell could they ever guess who plays in Serie A or Bundesliga or even heard of MPPJ or MyTeam.
Theory :
Cause they can check out what the players' wives are wearing, and then tiru la. Hey, Posh isn't Posh for nothing, betul tak?
Theory :
Cause when someone asks who's their favorite player, they can always say the household name "Beckham!" with confidence, no one would dare call their bluff. And if there's a follow-up question, e.g.: Who else do you think plays well? They can say "Rooney!" (Though once I did overhear a gal said "Ronaldinho of course!"). Two players to memorise - good enough lo.
Theory :
Cause when they get together with their boyfriend's best friends' girlfriends and talk about the hipster Rooney's girlfriend was wearing was looking "off at the side", they can claim they're talking ball.
Theory :
Cause their boyfriends support England. (Likewise those whose boyfriends support Brazil)
Theory :
Cause when someone bitch about Beckham or Rooney, they can always say "But they've got a better-half who's tough to handle... Unlike me, me very supportive of my boipren one..." (Which is a real neat trick actually! You go girls!)
Theory :
Cause they want to be in the "in crowd" and England is the so-called "in". (Likewise Brazil).
Theory :
Cause they've actually heard of EPL, but no way in hell could they ever guess who plays in Serie A or Bundesliga or even heard of MPPJ or MyTeam.
Theory :
Cause they can check out what the players' wives are wearing, and then tiru la. Hey, Posh isn't Posh for nothing, betul tak?
Theory :
Cause when someone asks who's their favorite player, they can always say the household name "Beckham!" with confidence, no one would dare call their bluff. And if there's a follow-up question, e.g.: Who else do you think plays well? They can say "Rooney!" (Though once I did overhear a gal said "Ronaldinho of course!"). Two players to memorise - good enough lo.
Theory :
Cause when they get together with their boyfriend's best friends' girlfriends and talk about the hipster Rooney's girlfriend was wearing was looking "off at the side", they can claim they're talking ball.
Theory :
Cause their boyfriends support England. (Likewise those whose boyfriends support Brazil)
Theory :
Cause when someone bitch about Beckham or Rooney, they can always say "But they've got a better-half who's tough to handle... Unlike me, me very supportive of my boipren one..." (Which is a real neat trick actually! You go girls!)
Friday, June 09, 2006
Wah... music everywhere..
Check this out man... (Thought my last post from this really expensive city should be memorable so...)
^ Come sing-sing-sing-a-long with this toilet bowl...
And these are for guys out there...
^ City girl - just one of them here, waiting for someone at the "loyal dog" statue. Yess.. kisah seekor anjing setia yang bernama Hatchinko.
^ Working city girls riding the Metro line... black seems to be the only corporate colour around here.
^ Come sing-sing-sing-a-long with this toilet bowl...
And these are for guys out there...
^ City girl - just one of them here, waiting for someone at the "loyal dog" statue. Yess.. kisah seekor anjing setia yang bernama Hatchinko.
^ Working city girls riding the Metro line... black seems to be the only corporate colour around here.
Monday, June 05, 2006
Outside the window on the 8th floor by...
... day!
^ These guys were cleaning up my bedroom window at 10+AM this morning, sporting enough to smile as I took time off to press the shutter. Behind them some kind of construction is going on, tis a good thing they showed up to beautify the scenery. Two of them here so one for Kak Mazni, one for Intan loh!
... night!
^ I wish the view outside my window is this nice, but no, I have to go to the lift area to get this nice city lights.. This one's for Tauke Ling who should be here to shop with me and bear the sakit kaki!
^ These guys were cleaning up my bedroom window at 10+AM this morning, sporting enough to smile as I took time off to press the shutter. Behind them some kind of construction is going on, tis a good thing they showed up to beautify the scenery. Two of them here so one for Kak Mazni, one for Intan loh!
... night!
^ I wish the view outside my window is this nice, but no, I have to go to the lift area to get this nice city lights.. This one's for Tauke Ling who should be here to shop with me and bear the sakit kaki!
Anatawa is-so connected-to!
Getting Internet connection - at a place where you've never set foot before, a place where kind strangers can't really talk to you, a place where your 2G handphone can't roam, a place where you have no one to call a friend, a place where you feel sooooo seorang like that, plus the fact that you're there not for fun but work - is always an omen of a good start.
OK lah so I got Internet connection, what's so great about that huh. Try 30mbps zooming in the moment you plug in the RJ-45. Yeah baby yeah, that's what I'm talking about! The photo I posted here is a 2048 pixel thingy and guess how many seconds it took for me to upload it up to Blogger - 3 seconds (1 Mississippi...).
The bus was just turning to the place I wanted to arrive at, get some sleep.. and already got hal loh... Check my next photo, it is of a guy being stopped by a security officer - gosh hope he's not in trouble - or maybe he is being a nuisance so... but the reason i quickly snapped was out of admiration to the kawai-ne girl behind him, yep she's stickin with her man no matter what. Heehhee bet my photojournalism teacher might like my photo here...
^ Wonder what really happened up there - was about 9.30AM local time then. People in black suits (literally - I mean, everyone seems to be in black suits here) were just getting to work and these two youngsters are already in a situation. Hope tis nothing serious and we all can live happily ever after again. Wonder if you guys can see that the girl is actually looking dead straight at the camera.. Jangan marah beb! Wa tershutterfrenzied..
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Piece of news that makes go "Hmm.. egg or chicken?"
The thing about the egg or chicken dilemma, what ever the outcome maybe, it does not really affect anyone who happens to not have any problems with enjoying both forms.
Let's face it, eggs are eggs - despite being infamous for its high cholesterol content, we still love it cause tis really hard not to. And someone tend to mention something about being high in protein, which theoretically means, good loh!
Remember coming home from school one hot afternoon, when dead leaves give out a nice crushing sound when you step on it. 14, latch-key veteran, hungry. HUNGRY.
Need something delicious, hot, quick, easy - now.
Zombied into the lonely kitchen, glanced a bit at yesterday's gulai lemak and zoomed straight to the fridge. Opened the clasped door - felt a rush of cool air - smelt the whiff of raw veggies - and there it is - them eggs.
Sitting quietly on the top right corner - eggs. Shell intact, lovely brown hue - eggs. Breakable but in other ways tough.
Grabbed one - once sitting on palm, heard the devil said tis too small. Tried closing the fridge's door but it was too late - left hand had swiped another one and leg quickly put things to stop. Barely saw it move but suddenly the fridge's closed.
Then lightning fast - pan, stove, fire, broken shells - flipping motion - done.
And behold on the kitchen dining table - le kicap. The dark ink of slum origins that makes everything in the world all nice. With a number of black pearly drops and a little twist even the simple fried eggs seems gourmet.
Chicken it's a different matter.
Slaughter. De-bulu-ing. Cutting. Cleaning. Cooking. Ooh what hassle. Eat.
Another formula - drive to Jaya Jusco. Go to poultry section. Pick desired chicken part. Pay. Go back. Cook. Realised don't have enough ingredients. Upon the brink of giving up, decides to just fry them chicken. So fry. Eat.
Yet another formula - go to mamak stall. Sit. Order chicken. Eat. Get a shock upon paying. Realised actually in Mahboob hence the startling price.
In many ways I see eggs denoting simplicity, chicken complexity.
So when a piece of news hits and the first thing that crossed mind was, "Hmm, egg or chicken? Chicken or egg?", tend to get a gut feeling that says this is something that will never be solved, and even if it is, it doesn't really matter now, does it?
Let's face it, eggs are eggs - despite being infamous for its high cholesterol content, we still love it cause tis really hard not to. And someone tend to mention something about being high in protein, which theoretically means, good loh!
Remember coming home from school one hot afternoon, when dead leaves give out a nice crushing sound when you step on it. 14, latch-key veteran, hungry. HUNGRY.
Need something delicious, hot, quick, easy - now.
Zombied into the lonely kitchen, glanced a bit at yesterday's gulai lemak and zoomed straight to the fridge. Opened the clasped door - felt a rush of cool air - smelt the whiff of raw veggies - and there it is - them eggs.
Sitting quietly on the top right corner - eggs. Shell intact, lovely brown hue - eggs. Breakable but in other ways tough.
Grabbed one - once sitting on palm, heard the devil said tis too small. Tried closing the fridge's door but it was too late - left hand had swiped another one and leg quickly put things to stop. Barely saw it move but suddenly the fridge's closed.
Then lightning fast - pan, stove, fire, broken shells - flipping motion - done.
And behold on the kitchen dining table - le kicap. The dark ink of slum origins that makes everything in the world all nice. With a number of black pearly drops and a little twist even the simple fried eggs seems gourmet.
Chicken it's a different matter.
Slaughter. De-bulu-ing. Cutting. Cleaning. Cooking. Ooh what hassle. Eat.
Another formula - drive to Jaya Jusco. Go to poultry section. Pick desired chicken part. Pay. Go back. Cook. Realised don't have enough ingredients. Upon the brink of giving up, decides to just fry them chicken. So fry. Eat.
Yet another formula - go to mamak stall. Sit. Order chicken. Eat. Get a shock upon paying. Realised actually in Mahboob hence the startling price.
In many ways I see eggs denoting simplicity, chicken complexity.
So when a piece of news hits and the first thing that crossed mind was, "Hmm, egg or chicken? Chicken or egg?", tend to get a gut feeling that says this is something that will never be solved, and even if it is, it doesn't really matter now, does it?
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Beautiful Beserah
Here's a luverly photo I took with my beloved Nokia 6600 of Beserah beach in Pahang, plus a couple more. Yes moi went on hol and came back happy... Yes this entry is a finally a happy one cause I'm in the process of letting go all of the bad vibes in the hen/duck coop...
^ The serene Beserah beach snapped at fast pace - since no one trust my driving I get to lepak in the car and go shutter crazy.
^ Nasi dagang found en-route to Chukai from Cherating.
^ Ah, Chukai's own Malayan Banking Berhad! What a wonderful sight when you're running out of cash!
^ The serene Beserah beach snapped at fast pace - since no one trust my driving I get to lepak in the car and go shutter crazy.
^ Nasi dagang found en-route to Chukai from Cherating.
^ Ah, Chukai's own Malayan Banking Berhad! What a wonderful sight when you're running out of cash!
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
Don't agree with me, but it's true that...
... the farmer of the coop is a weirdo who always goes missing till its an hour before the coop's closing time.
... the farmer of the coop thinks one's part time job should take more hours into one's real day job and that would not create trouble for the hens in the coop.
... the farmer is a nutjob who thinks everything can be turned into edible chicken poop in three tangy flavours.
... the farmer is so stupid thinking that the fact that most of the hens are keeping quiet in the coop because they truly do not have any more shit to deliver (when in truth, the hens are always a bunch of creative productive poultry).
... the farmer is so shallow and spineless that all the hens in the coop are now ducks. Yes ducks, ducks paddling in the water, ducks, that what the hens are all now.
... the farmer of the coop thinks one's part time job should take more hours into one's real day job and that would not create trouble for the hens in the coop.
... the farmer is a nutjob who thinks everything can be turned into edible chicken poop in three tangy flavours.
... the farmer is so stupid thinking that the fact that most of the hens are keeping quiet in the coop because they truly do not have any more shit to deliver (when in truth, the hens are always a bunch of creative productive poultry).
... the farmer is so shallow and spineless that all the hens in the coop are now ducks. Yes ducks, ducks paddling in the water, ducks, that what the hens are all now.
Friday, March 31, 2006
M! The Ops!pera
Riding on the crowd's current flavour for theatre offerings (thanks to PGL hype) M! The Opera finally came to me last night.
First impression:
- "Wah seats baekk punya! Thanks a lot Abang Badak Biru Yang Tak Dapat Balik Kampung Raya Tahun Lalu!"
Second impression:
- Eh, apesal lambat start nih?
Continuing on:
- Hmm... chaosnye opening act dia... Vocals tenggelam dek orchestra la pulak... Nasib ade subtitles... Besides, the set looks Oscar-ly inspired glam!
- Oh M masa kecik-kecik dulu rupenye - ha ha ha... quite funny lah Azean!
- And that "pondan" character - hmm, familiar, oh yeah saw him in the same kebaya outfit in Ghazal Party Queen last year, ooh didn't know he/she could sing that well - voice control and projection baekk gitu!
- Why lah everyone keep measuring each other's breasts ni - kot iye pun tukang jahit takkan la tak amik ukuran kat tempat lain kot? Sukatila cik director and choreographer...
More acts down the road:
- Hmm... best juga lagu "There is no time... There is no time..." layan.. layan... *eh interrupted* "Paula Malai Ali punya breasts pun kena ukur on stage juga!" says a friend.
- From another friend: "Perasan tak bila tengok lama-lama, texture muka Khir Rahman sama la dengan father dia A. Rahman Hassan!" Says I back to her: "Texture muka ye Intan?"
- And Khir's most memorable line tonight goes something like this: "Apesal nak stress? It's only a dress!"
Intermission:
- Ooh... ramenye kaum artists... Shuhaimi Bab the film director, Rafi the guitarist, tu sape ke tu - "Roy Azman la.." says my friend. And that deejay... And model Bernice Chan... And actress from Bolehwood... And the actor who played Rahim Razali's first son in Split Gravy on Rice...
- Eh eh big big boss aku pun ade? Takde lah tinggi sangat. Senyumlah, senyumlah ahai cek mek - Aiyoyo kadavoley he smiled back! Quick must transfer very important sub-conscious message to his brain wavelength now: ~Bagi~la~ bonus~... ~Bagi~la~bonus~...!
- A mate was asking, how come the girls are all singing soprano? My take on that: The men have to ultra-low and females ultra-high so that the pondan's vocal range can be slotted in the middle. Tis only fair. Ahhah...
After intermission:
- Aik dah ade yang dah balik? "Don't they want to know the ending?" asks my officemate. "Agaknye they could not connect with the opera kot?" says moi back.
- Eh dah start - ek awat jadi lagu nih? Sepi ni still the angel or already a devil? Didn't she had something going on with that pelat Kerabat just now?
- Wow, that has got to be M's second most memorable line tonight: He goes, "Kahwiiiin dengan akuuuu!"
- Ooo... camtu rupanye... ala.. habis camni je ke? Anti-climax la pulak...
After the show:
- The same officemate asks, "So how would you rate it?" Says I, "To me, my benchmark would be how much they managed to connect with the audience. Actually I'm kinda disappointed that Jit, S.Rastam, Jo & co didn't get under my skin this time.. Ops! But it's not fair to compare M! with their previous works, which are all of a different genre.."
- Oops terserempak - singer Shafinaz still remember her super juniors la.. suka la si Pipa dengan Intan tu!
- Teh tarik at Pelita anyone? Four takers - reminiscing the days of Split Gravy on Rice, Bolehwood and Gross Indecency: Three Trials of Oscar Wilde and Alang Rentak Seribu. Just when I thought one drama is enough for one night, another one kick-starts... Oops!
First impression:
- "Wah seats baekk punya! Thanks a lot Abang Badak Biru Yang Tak Dapat Balik Kampung Raya Tahun Lalu!"
Second impression:
- Eh, apesal lambat start nih?
Continuing on:
- Hmm... chaosnye opening act dia... Vocals tenggelam dek orchestra la pulak... Nasib ade subtitles... Besides, the set looks Oscar-ly inspired glam!
- Oh M masa kecik-kecik dulu rupenye - ha ha ha... quite funny lah Azean!
- And that "pondan" character - hmm, familiar, oh yeah saw him in the same kebaya outfit in Ghazal Party Queen last year, ooh didn't know he/she could sing that well - voice control and projection baekk gitu!
- Why lah everyone keep measuring each other's breasts ni - kot iye pun tukang jahit takkan la tak amik ukuran kat tempat lain kot? Sukatila cik director and choreographer...
More acts down the road:
- Hmm... best juga lagu "There is no time... There is no time..." layan.. layan... *eh interrupted* "Paula Malai Ali punya breasts pun kena ukur on stage juga!" says a friend.
- From another friend: "Perasan tak bila tengok lama-lama, texture muka Khir Rahman sama la dengan father dia A. Rahman Hassan!" Says I back to her: "Texture muka ye Intan?"
- And Khir's most memorable line tonight goes something like this: "Apesal nak stress? It's only a dress!"
Intermission:
- Ooh... ramenye kaum artists... Shuhaimi Bab the film director, Rafi the guitarist, tu sape ke tu - "Roy Azman la.." says my friend. And that deejay... And model Bernice Chan... And actress from Bolehwood... And the actor who played Rahim Razali's first son in Split Gravy on Rice...
- Eh eh big big boss aku pun ade? Takde lah tinggi sangat. Senyumlah, senyumlah ahai cek mek - Aiyoyo kadavoley he smiled back! Quick must transfer very important sub-conscious message to his brain wavelength now: ~Bagi~la~ bonus~... ~Bagi~la~bonus~...!
- A mate was asking, how come the girls are all singing soprano? My take on that: The men have to ultra-low and females ultra-high so that the pondan's vocal range can be slotted in the middle. Tis only fair. Ahhah...
After intermission:
- Aik dah ade yang dah balik? "Don't they want to know the ending?" asks my officemate. "Agaknye they could not connect with the opera kot?" says moi back.
- Eh dah start - ek awat jadi lagu nih? Sepi ni still the angel or already a devil? Didn't she had something going on with that pelat Kerabat just now?
- Wow, that has got to be M's second most memorable line tonight: He goes, "Kahwiiiin dengan akuuuu!"
- Ooo... camtu rupanye... ala.. habis camni je ke? Anti-climax la pulak...
After the show:
- The same officemate asks, "So how would you rate it?" Says I, "To me, my benchmark would be how much they managed to connect with the audience. Actually I'm kinda disappointed that Jit, S.Rastam, Jo & co didn't get under my skin this time.. Ops! But it's not fair to compare M! with their previous works, which are all of a different genre.."
- Oops terserempak - singer Shafinaz still remember her super juniors la.. suka la si Pipa dengan Intan tu!
- Teh tarik at Pelita anyone? Four takers - reminiscing the days of Split Gravy on Rice, Bolehwood and Gross Indecency: Three Trials of Oscar Wilde and Alang Rentak Seribu. Just when I thought one drama is enough for one night, another one kick-starts... Oops!
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
The desired effect brought on by nasi beringin
For those who know what nasi beringin is all about, you know this is true.
When you that lousy environment in the coop and you just want to zombie through the day, go as fast as you can to the little nasi beringin stall. Ask for the whole magical she-bang, that's what you need to do:
"Full, not half serving of that spell-bound rice you must start with."
"Ayam Goreng or Daging Rendang on the plate next (or both, see if you dare)."
"Side-sambal of tentacled seafood or cholesterol drained egg to complement the ensemble."
"And semi-fermented vegetable at default setting you'll always get."
"Lastly swear for that one time you must against all caffeine-infested antidote liquid - fend yourself against the temptation of Kopi "C" Ais and NesLo Ais from Yoges (don't trust the smile from the drinkmaker who sells Amway stuff on the sideline)."
Then eat... eeeeeeat! Eat and get zonked out.
And that you will succumb to right after you hear you tell your lunch mates "Naah, we don't have a fixed lunch time..."
Be zombie! Be merry!
When you that lousy environment in the coop and you just want to zombie through the day, go as fast as you can to the little nasi beringin stall. Ask for the whole magical she-bang, that's what you need to do:
"Full, not half serving of that spell-bound rice you must start with."
"Ayam Goreng or Daging Rendang on the plate next (or both, see if you dare)."
"Side-sambal of tentacled seafood or cholesterol drained egg to complement the ensemble."
"And semi-fermented vegetable at default setting you'll always get."
"Lastly swear for that one time you must against all caffeine-infested antidote liquid - fend yourself against the temptation of Kopi "C" Ais and NesLo Ais from Yoges (don't trust the smile from the drinkmaker who sells Amway stuff on the sideline)."
Then eat... eeeeeeat! Eat and get zonked out.
And that you will succumb to right after you hear you tell your lunch mates "Naah, we don't have a fixed lunch time..."
Be zombie! Be merry!
Thursday, March 16, 2006
Tribute to Pressure
Note to Ariel: Yah babes, I shoulda listened to you - must fly the coop before I go crazy. The subsods win again - fuck them all, fuck the nloody anal guy who protects them first instead of me. They're all wankers glazed with nutmeg and whipped cream plus a dash of chocolate sprinkles, all ready to be tied with barbwire then castrated inch by inch (as SC always suggests) then fed to the ants part by part and left for dead right in the middle of Saruman's monster-makin lab and right before they close their eyes and block their brains from thinking you quote that 3 year old kid you overheard at the party and say, "Babi gedik!"... Whoa, that feels good. The kid really knows his stuff.
On days you just want to tell everyone in the coop "Fuck you! And you! And you too!", sing along to this David Bowie & Queen song in your head:
Under Pressure
Mm ba ba de
Um bum ba de
Um bu bu bum da de
Pressure pushing down on me
Pressing down on you no man ask for
Under pressure - that burns a building down
Splits a family in two
Puts people on streets
Um ba ba be
Um ba ba be
De day da
Ee day da - that's o.k.
It's the terror of knowing
What the world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming 'Let me out'
Pray tomorrow - gets me higher
Pressure on people - people on streets
Day day de mm hm
Da da da ba ba O.k.
Chippin' around - kick my brains around the floor
These are the days it never rains but it pours
Ee do ba be
Ee da ba ba ba
Um bo bo
Be lap
People on streets - ee da de da de
People on streets - ee da de da de da de da
It's the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming 'Let me out'
Pray tomorrow - gets me higher high high
Pressure on people - people on streets
Turned away from it all like a blind man
Sat on a fence but it don't work
Keep coming up with love but it's so slashed and torn
Why - why - why?
Love love love love love
Insanity laughs under pressure we're cracking
Can't we give ourselves one more chance
Why can't we give love that one more chance
Why can't we give love give love give love give love give love give love give love give love give love
'Cause love's such an old fashioned word
And love dares you to care for
The people on the edge of the night
And loves dares you to change our way of
Caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is our last dance
This is ourselves
Under pressure
Under pressure
Pressure
P/S: I hate bad days. The coop should really get me a shooting range plus some ammo to work with on days like this, cause I'm not about to be called unproductive. Let me at least shoot the idiots out of the picture.
On days you just want to tell everyone in the coop "Fuck you! And you! And you too!", sing along to this David Bowie & Queen song in your head:
Under Pressure
Mm ba ba de
Um bum ba de
Um bu bu bum da de
Pressure pushing down on me
Pressing down on you no man ask for
Under pressure - that burns a building down
Splits a family in two
Puts people on streets
Um ba ba be
Um ba ba be
De day da
Ee day da - that's o.k.
It's the terror of knowing
What the world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming 'Let me out'
Pray tomorrow - gets me higher
Pressure on people - people on streets
Day day de mm hm
Da da da ba ba O.k.
Chippin' around - kick my brains around the floor
These are the days it never rains but it pours
Ee do ba be
Ee da ba ba ba
Um bo bo
Be lap
People on streets - ee da de da de
People on streets - ee da de da de da de da
It's the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming 'Let me out'
Pray tomorrow - gets me higher high high
Pressure on people - people on streets
Turned away from it all like a blind man
Sat on a fence but it don't work
Keep coming up with love but it's so slashed and torn
Why - why - why?
Love love love love love
Insanity laughs under pressure we're cracking
Can't we give ourselves one more chance
Why can't we give love that one more chance
Why can't we give love give love give love give love give love give love give love give love give love
'Cause love's such an old fashioned word
And love dares you to care for
The people on the edge of the night
And loves dares you to change our way of
Caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is our last dance
This is ourselves
Under pressure
Under pressure
Pressure
P/S: I hate bad days. The coop should really get me a shooting range plus some ammo to work with on days like this, cause I'm not about to be called unproductive. Let me at least shoot the idiots out of the picture.
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Must see: The Producers
If you like comedy, music, stylized dancin' and you LOL-ing in the cinema, the film The Producers will make you do just that. I was lucky enough to get a seat in the press screening just this morning and I'm glad I got out of bed early.
Betul, sakit perut ketawa yang sangat tak tahan oohh... Coming to you this March 30th, 2006.
Photo courtesy of Yahoo!Movies and Universal Pictures
I bet if IB brings the play in, it'll cost you some RM100 just to get the way above seats at the upper circle! So since you can enjoy this gem at RM10...
Betul, sakit perut ketawa yang sangat tak tahan oohh... Coming to you this March 30th, 2006.
Photo courtesy of Yahoo!Movies and Universal Pictures
I bet if IB brings the play in, it'll cost you some RM100 just to get the way above seats at the upper circle! So since you can enjoy this gem at RM10...
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
A tiny moment of wallowing in self-pity
Today's NST (Pg 20) article titled "Ex-gratia for MAS staff" reports that as part of a strategy to boost morale, all MAS staff will receive RM1,000 each later this month. This move will cost the company RM21-freakin-million.
That's three times the amount this coop needs to give all of its hens one month bonus, moreover the coop just reported some 40+% increase in profit tu! Comparatively MAS has a loss of a whopping RM1.3-freakin-freakin-billion last year alone!
Mak ai! Apekah maa'na nya semua ini? I don't know what makes sense anymore!
Do I need to distract myself with news on Mawi's appoinment as KL Tower ambassador or Siti's alleged affair with Datuk K being disahkan?
Frustrated, I am. Shan't be able to stop myself from turning to the dark side! (Turning right now...)
O Darth Maul, o sith with red and black melon colour-scheme head....
Rise thou from ashes...
And grant me apprenticeship...!
Can call me Darth Makan oso! (Pun not intended!)
p/s: Can someone remember the lyrics of Sudirman's Merisik Khabar? Need to sing that now since can't get the PGLM tune that goes "Melaka... Oh Melaka..." tune outta my head!
That's three times the amount this coop needs to give all of its hens one month bonus, moreover the coop just reported some 40+% increase in profit tu! Comparatively MAS has a loss of a whopping RM1.3-freakin-freakin-billion last year alone!
Mak ai! Apekah maa'na nya semua ini? I don't know what makes sense anymore!
Do I need to distract myself with news on Mawi's appoinment as KL Tower ambassador or Siti's alleged affair with Datuk K being disahkan?
Frustrated, I am. Shan't be able to stop myself from turning to the dark side! (Turning right now...)
O Darth Maul, o sith with red and black melon colour-scheme head....
Rise thou from ashes...
And grant me apprenticeship...!
Can call me Darth Makan oso! (Pun not intended!)
p/s: Can someone remember the lyrics of Sudirman's Merisik Khabar? Need to sing that now since can't get the PGLM tune that goes "Melaka... Oh Melaka..." tune outta my head!
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
PGLM extended - I knew it!
Except that I still don't know if I'll get tickets - the IB line has been busy since I started calling this morning...
The only thing I can do right now is be a Malaysian - If got, got lah. If no got, no got lah.
The only thing I can do right now is be a Malaysian - If got, got lah. If no got, no got lah.
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Valentine oh Valentine
Yesterday I saje-saje caught a photo of my friend, who was mengelamun again as usual (she really digs mengelamuning for some odd reason and even tell people ahead if she's about to lapse into a session so that we won't bother her till she's done - beat that!).
As advised via the speaker on Mobile Film Clinic (hosted by Nokia and Discovery Networks Asia), I placed my friend slightly off-centre on the "right thirds of the grid" plus gave her some "looking room" - that achieved, and I managed to capture a couple in action as well:
^ My mengelamuning friend is not the guy who has that nicely rounded, balding head nor the siamese twin joined at the crotch.
Sigh, they've prolly caught the Valentine's bug. Looks like Asians on the street have truly embraced that popular TV culture, public show of affection and such... Funnylah, when we don ketayap, light pelitas and ask for money in red packets we call it staying true to our Oriental culture, but is that the extent of it?
As advised via the speaker on Mobile Film Clinic (hosted by Nokia and Discovery Networks Asia), I placed my friend slightly off-centre on the "right thirds of the grid" plus gave her some "looking room" - that achieved, and I managed to capture a couple in action as well:
^ My mengelamuning friend is not the guy who has that nicely rounded, balding head nor the siamese twin joined at the crotch.
Sigh, they've prolly caught the Valentine's bug. Looks like Asians on the street have truly embraced that popular TV culture, public show of affection and such... Funnylah, when we don ketayap, light pelitas and ask for money in red packets we call it staying true to our Oriental culture, but is that the extent of it?
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Wedding in the digital era
I recently attended a friend's wedding, and look how high-tech we've all become...
^ Nak pergi Teluk Intan je, tapi siap guna GPS module tuh...
^ Video/photographers with manual SLRs still stand out but me from my seat can catch some cool shots too with my trusty ol' cameraphone..
^ Nak pergi Teluk Intan je, tapi siap guna GPS module tuh...
^ Video/photographers with manual SLRs still stand out but me from my seat can catch some cool shots too with my trusty ol' cameraphone..
Monday, February 06, 2006
Message in the ang pows
The Dog Year, from what I've gathered from conversations here and there, is a year that requires one to work harder. True enough - when I didn't work hard collecting ang pow from my favourite Oriental uncles, I was rewarded with a measly RM10 of total collection.
RM10! That's 50% decline from my previous year's achievement!
If red packets be considered as a sign of times to come, I'll say we're heading for a rough year ahead. With oil prices expected to reach the three figure per barrel and the government's subtle hints that they can no longer increase subsidies... go figure.
A friend emphasized, "I even got a packet that has RM4 in it, can you believe it?! It's like saying death is a better option than the future that lies ahead! Siau hoh!"
Luckily being a Malay, RM4 doesn't carry a bad omen for me. In fact the number is actually, sincerely and mathematically 50% better than the RM2 I got from the nice biscuit lady at the Gunung Rapat market (not that I'm ungrateful, just being analytical here).
Hence generously I offered, "Hey if you don't want it, I can take care of it for you..." She didn't surrender that particular ang pow she was talking about, though, but at least I tried.
RM10! That's 50% decline from my previous year's achievement!
If red packets be considered as a sign of times to come, I'll say we're heading for a rough year ahead. With oil prices expected to reach the three figure per barrel and the government's subtle hints that they can no longer increase subsidies... go figure.
A friend emphasized, "I even got a packet that has RM4 in it, can you believe it?! It's like saying death is a better option than the future that lies ahead! Siau hoh!"
Luckily being a Malay, RM4 doesn't carry a bad omen for me. In fact the number is actually, sincerely and mathematically 50% better than the RM2 I got from the nice biscuit lady at the Gunung Rapat market (not that I'm ungrateful, just being analytical here).
Hence generously I offered, "Hey if you don't want it, I can take care of it for you..." She didn't surrender that particular ang pow she was talking about, though, but at least I tried.
Thursday, January 12, 2006
Tale of two batangs
My friend, A, never knew that there was a place called Batang Berjuntai throughout her 20+years existence. Having lived and studied in the East Coast throughout her younger days, it was only on the day she followed her aunt to Kedah that she found the signboard.
On the other hand, I, never knew that there's a village called Batang Bergedik throughout my 20+years of happy-sad-happy-happy life. Having read newspapers only when I have the time, it was only today when I read the New Straits Time ("'Acid man' finds true love again' pg 15 col 1) that I found out tat in Tanah Merah there is such a place.
On the other hand, I, never knew that there's a village called Batang Bergedik throughout my 20+years of happy-sad-happy-happy life. Having read newspapers only when I have the time, it was only today when I read the New Straits Time ("'Acid man' finds true love again' pg 15 col 1) that I found out tat in Tanah Merah there is such a place.
Booker... Blooker...
Just when you thought you're bloggin' for nothin', someone comes up a great idea to keep you going. For the unitiated bloggers out there, be in the know that if book authors look forward to getting Bookers, bloggers can now look forward to getting Blookers.
As reported by BBC UK, the best books based on blogs are to be recognised in their own literary prize - the Blooker Prize. Shortlisted works will be released in March while winners will be announced on 3 April 2006.
Back in 2003 I started a blog with some friends and we weaved our real-life incidents, real-life communication, real-life affairs even to make our so-called chic-lit more relevant to the real people out there.
However, some people perasan pulak with what we wrote, thinking it was some kind of direct insult to them without knowing that we've spiced it up, makin it to more ficticious than anything else - bodoh betul.
Anyway... too bad lah they didn't take up English 111 seriously (like, hello, critical reading!). But we didn't wanna jinx the blook (blog-based book), we halted the project...
But we're working on something much more fun soon after we killed the real-life-to-fiction blook. It has something to do with food - now if any calorie counting person out there gets offended and think it's our ploy to attack anyone over, under or just the right weight we're not gonna layan lah this time...
... cause we want our Blooker lah!
As reported by BBC UK, the best books based on blogs are to be recognised in their own literary prize - the Blooker Prize. Shortlisted works will be released in March while winners will be announced on 3 April 2006.
Back in 2003 I started a blog with some friends and we weaved our real-life incidents, real-life communication, real-life affairs even to make our so-called chic-lit more relevant to the real people out there.
However, some people perasan pulak with what we wrote, thinking it was some kind of direct insult to them without knowing that we've spiced it up, makin it to more ficticious than anything else - bodoh betul.
Anyway... too bad lah they didn't take up English 111 seriously (like, hello, critical reading!). But we didn't wanna jinx the blook (blog-based book), we halted the project...
But we're working on something much more fun soon after we killed the real-life-to-fiction blook. It has something to do with food - now if any calorie counting person out there gets offended and think it's our ploy to attack anyone over, under or just the right weight we're not gonna layan lah this time...
... cause we want our Blooker lah!
Thursday, January 05, 2006
Sing, sing, song
Thanks to whoever was previously using the Fifth Generation iPod 60GB unit I am currently reviewing, I am now hooked to this yesteryear hit, Beautiful Ones by Suede. Had you been a teen in the late 90s, Suede will be a really familiar name, alongside Weezer, Oasis and the likes...
Beautiful Ones
Suede
(Coming Up)
high on diesel and gasoline
psycho for drum machine
shaking their bits to the hits
drag acts, drug acts, suicides
in your dad's suits you hide
staining his name again
cracked up, stacked up, 22
psycho for sex and glue
lost it to Bostik, yeah
shaved heads, rave heads, on the pill
got too much time to kill
get into bands and gangs
oh, here they come, the beautiful ones, the beautiful ones
loved up, doved up, hung around
stoned in a lonely town
shaking their meat to the beat
high on diesel and gasoline
psycho for drum machine
shaking their bits to the hits
oh, here they come, the beautiful ones, the beautiful ones
you don't think about it,
you don't do without it,
because you're beautiful,
and if your baby's going crazy
that's how you made me,
la, la, la, la...
photo borrowed from www.glam-rock.de, lyrics from www.elyrics4u.com - thanks!
Thursday, December 22, 2005
"Beware of the moon!"
So says Reverand Clement Hedges, who's terrorized by the Were-Rabbit in Wallace & Gromit: The Curse of the Were-Rabbit. I gotta tell ya this is one cool stop-motion animation film.
But then again, sometimes we forget that they are living, breathing things too, just like us. Fortunately Wallace and Gromit of the Anti-Pesto team, along with nature lover Lady Campanula Tottington are heroes to the veggie-lovin rabbits in The Curse of the Were-Rabbit.
I especially enjoyed the script. There's a whole bunch of puns to LOL about if only you're quick enough to spot them. Don't say I didn't ya about the Reverand and the moon!
 | After the adventurous pork and the poultry (I mean Babe and Chicken Run) I never thought things can get so dramatic when it comes to animals that humans can ngap ngap ngap. (Pix borrowed from Y!Search) |
But then again, sometimes we forget that they are living, breathing things too, just like us. Fortunately Wallace and Gromit of the Anti-Pesto team, along with nature lover Lady Campanula Tottington are heroes to the veggie-lovin rabbits in The Curse of the Were-Rabbit.
I especially enjoyed the script. There's a whole bunch of puns to LOL about if only you're quick enough to spot them. Don't say I didn't ya about the Reverand and the moon!
Monday, December 12, 2005
Done this:
1] Put a new link in my bloggie for Bob-siebaby the man who sings his heart out and says all the nice things at the right time.
2] Put a new link to Ariel's new blog, which is still a magical wordical adventure eventhough she claims she's no longer a creature of the divine sort. (Yo Ariel, the word "wordical" is just like geramity, and that means I invented it. I like it cause it rhymes at the end with the word "calculator" at the front. So if any IT taipans wana converge a dictionary with a calculator can anyone guess what they'll use if the word "wordical" gets adopted by Merriam-Webster?)
3] Updated the Band Superfriends blog - simply to spite cute 'lil Sue cause she's not there when they were photographing. Sakat-menyakat is a wonderful thing.
So go check 'em out...
2] Put a new link to Ariel's new blog, which is still a magical wordical adventure eventhough she claims she's no longer a creature of the divine sort. (Yo Ariel, the word "wordical" is just like geramity, and that means I invented it. I like it cause it rhymes at the end with the word "calculator" at the front. So if any IT taipans wana converge a dictionary with a calculator can anyone guess what they'll use if the word "wordical" gets adopted by Merriam-Webster?)
3] Updated the Band Superfriends blog - simply to spite cute 'lil Sue cause she's not there when they were photographing. Sakat-menyakat is a wonderful thing.
So go check 'em out...
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
Seen good movies lately?
I saw Children of Heaven last night - yeah, yeah, I know this is quite a popular artsy movie and I'm a bit ketinggalan in that sense. Bawled out I did, as I saw certain scenes - kesian siot bebudak tu. But I do admire their sensitivity towards their parent's struggle to make ends meet.
I don't know whether I was that bright enough when I was younger, to realize that my parents too had to struggle to provide food on the table, education etc. for my siblings and me. On top of that my ailing grandma was living with us.
My younger cousins - the so called Coffee Beans generation - is a total contrast from Ali and Zahra of Children of Heaven. If Ali told Zahra not to tell their parents about the lost shoes, it is because he knows they both will get trashing from the father, whom he knows has no money to replace it either.
On the other hand, once I heard my uncle complained to my mom that his daughter simply said, "Ala Bah, ice blended kat Coffee Beans RM10 je, bukannya mahal!" and that nearly gave him a surge of high blood pressure.
Friday, November 18, 2005
Girls, you gota get out there!
"If you want to beat boys in cyber games, you can," says the sole female player among the 700 participants from 67 countries in the World Cyber Games Finals in Singapore. She is 24, studying to become an elementary school teacher and has a cleavege. Haiya, manyak susah to photograph one..
Monday, November 07, 2005
Days of dissing dishes
The older your parents get, the more visitors they get. Come Raya time this fact will hit you at full speed, and all you can do is grab some Sunlight and a sponge, and get things started at the kitchen sink.
Of course prior to that there will be all the cleaning and rubbing and mopping and arranging you'll have to do. And as the guests arrive there will be a lot of bancuh airs and hidang kuehs on the way.
Before you could join the crowd for some socializing more guests will arrive, and you're back at step two. That of bancuh airs and hidang kuehs, of course.
Some guests with a tad of kidney failure and slight case high-blood pressure tend to ask for air suam, so there'll be that to take care of too. Young at heart and strong in spirit, that's what they are. Most likely your parent's schoolmate back in Sungai Sumun in 1949.
Kids without fail will be part of the new demographic brought by the guests. Screaming, laughing, running, kencing, TV-remote-control stealing kids. Adorable, pinchable creatures, that's what they are.
And parents with standard control measures: "Aidil boy, mama said put-that-down! Now!" or "Fitri..! Fitri! Muhammad Fitri Afifi Haziq Ziryab bin Muhammad Iqbal! Stop it!" Unimpressive hardworking matadors, that's what they are.
Then there's you - the one with the pair of hands and a pair of legs and some brain cells behind the eye sockets. Yes, you, the one capable of making changes in the domestic plane:
The you who brings out the ketupats and lemangs and clean up the crumbs when all guests left.
The you who juggles the glasses and plates and make two litres of air sirap under ten seconds. (Some say 9.98 seconds, but who's timing?)
The you who knows where the rest of the semperit and London Almonds were hiding.
The you who managed to tidy up three separate parts of the house while making the air sirap for the next lot of guests.
And the you who did dishes, dissing and cursing as they slip and crack.
Of course prior to that there will be all the cleaning and rubbing and mopping and arranging you'll have to do. And as the guests arrive there will be a lot of bancuh airs and hidang kuehs on the way.
Before you could join the crowd for some socializing more guests will arrive, and you're back at step two. That of bancuh airs and hidang kuehs, of course.
Some guests with a tad of kidney failure and slight case high-blood pressure tend to ask for air suam, so there'll be that to take care of too. Young at heart and strong in spirit, that's what they are. Most likely your parent's schoolmate back in Sungai Sumun in 1949.
Kids without fail will be part of the new demographic brought by the guests. Screaming, laughing, running, kencing, TV-remote-control stealing kids. Adorable, pinchable creatures, that's what they are.
And parents with standard control measures: "Aidil boy, mama said put-that-down! Now!" or "Fitri..! Fitri! Muhammad Fitri Afifi Haziq Ziryab bin Muhammad Iqbal! Stop it!" Unimpressive hardworking matadors, that's what they are.
Then there's you - the one with the pair of hands and a pair of legs and some brain cells behind the eye sockets. Yes, you, the one capable of making changes in the domestic plane:
The you who brings out the ketupats and lemangs and clean up the crumbs when all guests left.
The you who juggles the glasses and plates and make two litres of air sirap under ten seconds. (Some say 9.98 seconds, but who's timing?)
The you who knows where the rest of the semperit and London Almonds were hiding.
The you who managed to tidy up three separate parts of the house while making the air sirap for the next lot of guests.
And the you who did dishes, dissing and cursing as they slip and crack.
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
Bila larut malam
... try not to watch The Exorcism of Emily Rose...
For me it's quite scary! The contortions on her face! The eyes! The scream! The curse! Waaaa!!! Terbayang-bayang siot!
I caught it on big screen pulak tu! What to do, kerja maa...
"One two three four five six!"
Ish... seram...!
For me it's quite scary! The contortions on her face! The eyes! The scream! The curse! Waaaa!!! Terbayang-bayang siot!
I caught it on big screen pulak tu! What to do, kerja maa...
"One two three four five six!"
Ish... seram...!
Friday, October 07, 2005
Thrills and chills
"Maya Karin is now Malaysia's Dian Sastro... yep... winnin' here and there... But she seems to be called the specialist when it comes to horrors ekk.." - So says one of the high-profile film critic in the coop I'm stuck in.
The comment came out right after he saw Maya's photo on the front page of today's Malay Mail, right next to the headline that reads, "Porn Queen busted". (The smaller print that carried Maya's story which goes, "Meet the vampire queen" was obviously a proof that the sub-editors responsible for the frontpage have no qualms about using the same word twice on the same page. Hmm...)
An akak critic comes in and argued, "Eleh Maya won the first award cause Jins said very few actress don't mind having her face dihodohkan on screen... Come on la! The second one I bet may not be as interesting... Sequels usually suck!"
I played peacemaker and said, "OK juga Maya tu berlakon... But I prefer Nasha Aziz's performance in Trauma anytime man. Damn scary one..."
Our other colleague from a far corner of the room interjected, "You know what's scary? You wanna know what's really scary?"
We all turned and looked at him expectantly...
"What's scary is Wan Maimunah man! Wan Maimunah I tell you... Any telemovie, any serial drama! Brr..!"
Wha..? Huh? Sampai sekarang kitorang tak paham siott...
The comment came out right after he saw Maya's photo on the front page of today's Malay Mail, right next to the headline that reads, "Porn Queen busted". (The smaller print that carried Maya's story which goes, "Meet the vampire queen" was obviously a proof that the sub-editors responsible for the frontpage have no qualms about using the same word twice on the same page. Hmm...)
An akak critic comes in and argued, "Eleh Maya won the first award cause Jins said very few actress don't mind having her face dihodohkan on screen... Come on la! The second one I bet may not be as interesting... Sequels usually suck!"
I played peacemaker and said, "OK juga Maya tu berlakon... But I prefer Nasha Aziz's performance in Trauma anytime man. Damn scary one..."
Our other colleague from a far corner of the room interjected, "You know what's scary? You wanna know what's really scary?"
We all turned and looked at him expectantly...
"What's scary is Wan Maimunah man! Wan Maimunah I tell you... Any telemovie, any serial drama! Brr..!"
Wha..? Huh? Sampai sekarang kitorang tak paham siott...
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
Selamat selamat
Selamat Berpuasa to all my Muslim friends.
Here's to Ramadan Resolution!
I shall go easy on the kuehs.
I shall bring only RM10 saje everytime I go to Pasar Ramadan.
I shall buka puasa with my family more than just a couple of times (yep, last year's hectic).
I shan't binge during sahur (I promise I'll wake up for sahur).
I shan't kutuk the lagu rayas that is not up to my taste.
I shan't get involved with last-minute shopping at areas like Jalan TAR.
I shan't order Jam Tarts or London Almond again (will let my other siblings get em!).
Here's to Ramadan Resolution!
I shall go easy on the kuehs.
I shall bring only RM10 saje everytime I go to Pasar Ramadan.
I shall buka puasa with my family more than just a couple of times (yep, last year's hectic).
I shan't binge during sahur (I promise I'll wake up for sahur).
I shan't kutuk the lagu rayas that is not up to my taste.
I shan't get involved with last-minute shopping at areas like Jalan TAR.
I shan't order Jam Tarts or London Almond again (will let my other siblings get em!).
Thursday, September 29, 2005
Happy malas-kerja-mau-tengok-DVD-pulak day
I nak tengok...
Goonies
Neverending Story
Batteries Not Included
Chocolat
The Wedding Singer
The Truth About Cats and Dogs
The Mirror Has Two Faces
Mystic
Imigran
Bring It On
Pirates of the Caribbean
Two Weeks Notice
The Shawshank Redeption
Amelie
City of God
Pulp Fiction
10 Things I Hate About You
Almost Famous
My Cousin Vinnie
Empire Records
Easter Parade
The Importance of Being Earnest
Strictly Ballroom
Robots
The Green Mile
Ever After
dan lagi... dan lagi... and then I'll work. How about that, Ed...?
Goonies
Neverending Story
Batteries Not Included
Chocolat
The Wedding Singer
The Truth About Cats and Dogs
The Mirror Has Two Faces
Mystic
Imigran
Bring It On
Pirates of the Caribbean
Two Weeks Notice
The Shawshank Redeption
Amelie
City of God
Pulp Fiction
10 Things I Hate About You
Almost Famous
My Cousin Vinnie
Empire Records
Easter Parade
The Importance of Being Earnest
Strictly Ballroom
Robots
The Green Mile
Ever After
dan lagi... dan lagi... and then I'll work. How about that, Ed...?
Friday, September 16, 2005
More puke
Adoi...!!!
Belum habis baca paper, I came across yet another write up that makes me wana puke. Again.
Apparently a reporter in Malay Mail went to this restaurant called Tsunami, located in Desa Sri Hartamas. Spearheaded by three chaps - owners Shariff Shah and Tunku Sham Tunku Mahmud and head chef Ahmady Putit.
(The article carried a photo of the three - damng, they looked so local to me. In fact, two out of three of them looks very Malay.)
Among the highlighted cuisine - marinated lamb meatballs sauteed in brandy sauce.
In fact, as writer Edy Daniel pointed out, the outlet also has an extensive selection wine.
The icing on the cake: The restaurant is planning something special for this coming Ramadan!
WTF (again)...! What's wrong with this picture? (I'm not that pious, but the scene of Asmidar calling Ali, "Ali setan, Ali bodoh, Ali gile, Ali babi..." kept repeating in my mind.)
For the sake of argument, maybe those chaps aren't Muslims. PAH! I bet they're not until it's Raya time...
Puke. Again.
Belum habis baca paper, I came across yet another write up that makes me wana puke. Again.
Apparently a reporter in Malay Mail went to this restaurant called Tsunami, located in Desa Sri Hartamas. Spearheaded by three chaps - owners Shariff Shah and Tunku Sham Tunku Mahmud and head chef Ahmady Putit.
(The article carried a photo of the three - damng, they looked so local to me. In fact, two out of three of them looks very Malay.)
Among the highlighted cuisine - marinated lamb meatballs sauteed in brandy sauce.
In fact, as writer Edy Daniel pointed out, the outlet also has an extensive selection wine.
The icing on the cake: The restaurant is planning something special for this coming Ramadan!
WTF (again)...! What's wrong with this picture? (I'm not that pious, but the scene of Asmidar calling Ali, "Ali setan, Ali bodoh, Ali gile, Ali babi..." kept repeating in my mind.)
For the sake of argument, maybe those chaps aren't Muslims. PAH! I bet they're not until it's Raya time...
Puke. Again.
Things that make you wanna puke
Here's a case that recently shocked my plates:
Excerpts from NST:
18-year-old Sixth Former student stabbed his 16-year-old Fifth Former girlfriend, killing the eight-month-old foetus in her womb. (Ayoyo!)
The girl became pregnant early this year but is thought not to have realised her condition for six months. Even her boyfriend and family members had been unaware. (Huh? OK....)
Anyway. The guy found out about it, had initially agreed to marry her but the couple had fights in between. The last fight ended in the stabbing tragedy.
Boy was arrested, girl survived - but baby died.
Now, today's newspaper reported that the guy's defence team had told off the press that the case is not murder. Yes, someone died, yes, the someone who is a foetus is fully formed and showed signs of life as it was moving about in the mother's stomach, but no, it is not murder - so they arguued.
They brought forward Section 316 of the Penal Code, which was specifically enacted to deal with situations in which unborn children die as a result of an attempt made upon the life of its mother.
If you read on you'll get the general idea - that the boy was trying to kill the girl, and failed, but as a consequence of his attempt, the baby became a casualty.
Please!
Then WTF did he aimed the knife right at her belly then? If he wanted to kill her why not stab her heart or slit her throat right at the pulse line?
I remember a medical expert telling me that a stab wound in the abdomen is among the slowest way one could die, if pressure is applied to stop further bleeding. (For the record I was asked which kind of cancer kills the fastest - English 111 research paper assignment).
So what else would he be aiming for? Isn't the baby the cause of their misery? Isn't it typical for a mad man to blame the innocent for his predicament?
Puke.
Excerpts from NST:
18-year-old Sixth Former student stabbed his 16-year-old Fifth Former girlfriend, killing the eight-month-old foetus in her womb. (Ayoyo!)
The girl became pregnant early this year but is thought not to have realised her condition for six months. Even her boyfriend and family members had been unaware. (Huh? OK....)
Anyway. The guy found out about it, had initially agreed to marry her but the couple had fights in between. The last fight ended in the stabbing tragedy.
Boy was arrested, girl survived - but baby died.
Now, today's newspaper reported that the guy's defence team had told off the press that the case is not murder. Yes, someone died, yes, the someone who is a foetus is fully formed and showed signs of life as it was moving about in the mother's stomach, but no, it is not murder - so they arguued.
They brought forward Section 316 of the Penal Code, which was specifically enacted to deal with situations in which unborn children die as a result of an attempt made upon the life of its mother.
If you read on you'll get the general idea - that the boy was trying to kill the girl, and failed, but as a consequence of his attempt, the baby became a casualty.
Please!
Then WTF did he aimed the knife right at her belly then? If he wanted to kill her why not stab her heart or slit her throat right at the pulse line?
I remember a medical expert telling me that a stab wound in the abdomen is among the slowest way one could die, if pressure is applied to stop further bleeding. (For the record I was asked which kind of cancer kills the fastest - English 111 research paper assignment).
So what else would he be aiming for? Isn't the baby the cause of their misery? Isn't it typical for a mad man to blame the innocent for his predicament?
Puke.
Wednesday, September 07, 2005
Think IKEA, and push it a notch higher
Yep, ladies and gentlemen, that's what Finland's all about. Among the things one'd noticed during the first 12 hours in the country are:
1) Finns are helpful and cheery lot, save for the immigration officers. However, if you have a press ID or a Nokia employee tag, you'll get the stamp quicker.
2) People start their commute to work as soon as 6AM-ish. If you are on the highway it is OK to go fast on any of the three lanes - no much of hogging here.
3) Dog owners are many, and most of them have twin K9s.
4) From furniture to utensils to toiletry box, everything looks so simple yet astoundingly elegant, making all the stuff in IKEA look like rejects.
5) Local brand chocolate, Fazer - damn sedap man!
1) Finns are helpful and cheery lot, save for the immigration officers. However, if you have a press ID or a Nokia employee tag, you'll get the stamp quicker.
2) People start their commute to work as soon as 6AM-ish. If you are on the highway it is OK to go fast on any of the three lanes - no much of hogging here.
3) Dog owners are many, and most of them have twin K9s.
4) From furniture to utensils to toiletry box, everything looks so simple yet astoundingly elegant, making all the stuff in IKEA look like rejects.
5) Local brand chocolate, Fazer - damn sedap man!
Monday, September 05, 2005
Bangkok airport has cute buggies
If you are travelling to Bangkok with friends who have problems with long distance walking, don't worry, cause Bangkok airport has this cute buggies - you know the kind like they have in golf clubs, only bigger - 4 seats plus luggage bunk at the back.
No, I didn't get to ride on one. Was trying to ditch some fat while I'm at it, of course.
No, I didn't get to ride on one. Was trying to ditch some fat while I'm at it, of course.
Thursday, September 01, 2005
Espoo hoohoo!
When I say "hoohoo", I had more of a "boo hoo hoo" in mind, and a bit of "yoo hoo hoo".
After a lot of searching, it seems as if Espoo would be terribly cold (for most tropicanites anyway) around this time of the year, and most of their fests are over (e.g. Cinefest, Music Fest)... So that's boo hoo hoo.
The yoo hoo hoo part was due to the fact that yesterday, I managed to score a lovely winter jacket at 50% discount, making the RM179.00 good down to RM89.50, and to think I had budgeted RM250 to RM300 for it! So yoo hoo hoo for that!
The most important part is that there will be a chance for me to do what's expected, smoothly. Wish moi luck!
After a lot of searching, it seems as if Espoo would be terribly cold (for most tropicanites anyway) around this time of the year, and most of their fests are over (e.g. Cinefest, Music Fest)... So that's boo hoo hoo.
The yoo hoo hoo part was due to the fact that yesterday, I managed to score a lovely winter jacket at 50% discount, making the RM179.00 good down to RM89.50, and to think I had budgeted RM250 to RM300 for it! So yoo hoo hoo for that!
The most important part is that there will be a chance for me to do what's expected, smoothly. Wish moi luck!
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
Selamat Hari Merdeka
Fourty-eight years of independence. Tomorrow will be the day, tonight there'll be the fireworks, the crowd, the massive, massive, massive jam.
I'll be staying home with my lovely little flag. Be wavin' it at the stroke of midnight, watching the boom from the little balcony at the back.
Azam kemerdekaan saya ialah to be free of my own tantrums. Selamat Hari Merdeka to all, keep us there, right!
I'll be staying home with my lovely little flag. Be wavin' it at the stroke of midnight, watching the boom from the little balcony at the back.
Azam kemerdekaan saya ialah to be free of my own tantrums. Selamat Hari Merdeka to all, keep us there, right!
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
About Salmonella... But not the girl in AH-HA Season 1
You know there was a girl named Salmonella in AH-HA Season 1? She's the centre of the soap opera which has voice over jobs that sealed Oshin's coffin...
But there's another Salmonella out there, and this one's more deadly that the one mentioned above. This Salmonella is Salmonella Typhi, the bacteria that causes Typhoid fever...
You could get this gastrointestinal disease if you're not careful with what you eat. As a thumb rule, websites like www.cdc.gov and www.plainvillecitizen.com recommends that you boil it, peel it, cook it or forget it.
Or else, you'll get these stuff in your food, water, stomach, and eventually, your stool/feces... Scroll down...
Anyway, I happen to know that most licenced food stalls owners have been enforced to get TY2 vaccination shots (costs RM20 per needle) which ensures that they are no longer Salmonella Typhi carriers... (FYI Salmonella Typhi lives only in human bodies, some who recovered from the Typhoid fever may continue to carry the bacteria..)
p/s: pix borrowed from Yahoo! Search Pages. Thanks.
But there's another Salmonella out there, and this one's more deadly that the one mentioned above. This Salmonella is Salmonella Typhi, the bacteria that causes Typhoid fever...
You could get this gastrointestinal disease if you're not careful with what you eat. As a thumb rule, websites like www.cdc.gov and www.plainvillecitizen.com recommends that you boil it, peel it, cook it or forget it.
Or else, you'll get these stuff in your food, water, stomach, and eventually, your stool/feces... Scroll down...
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Anyway, I happen to know that most licenced food stalls owners have been enforced to get TY2 vaccination shots (costs RM20 per needle) which ensures that they are no longer Salmonella Typhi carriers... (FYI Salmonella Typhi lives only in human bodies, some who recovered from the Typhoid fever may continue to carry the bacteria..)
p/s: pix borrowed from Yahoo! Search Pages. Thanks.
Thursday, August 11, 2005
And 45 minuts ago it was declared...
Today will always be a memorable one...
Air pollution index soars to hazardous levels; Malaysia declares emergency
KUALA LUMPUR,(AFP)
Malaysia declared a state of emergency today as the air pollution index soared to extremely hazardous levels on the west coast, which is worst-hit by smoke from fires in Sumatra, an official said.
"We are now in a state of emergency," a National Security Council official said after the environment department said the index had reached 529 in the shipping centre of Port Klang and 531 in the coastal town of Kuala Selangor.
The government said on Wednesday that levels above 500 would trigger a state of emergency.
The National Security Council official said that although only the two west coast locations had exceeded 500, the emergency measures would extend to the whole of the Klang valley in which the capital Kuala Lumpur sits.
They will include closing schools, advising citizens to stay indoors or wear masks outside, and beginning rain-seeding in an effort to wash away the dust and smoke in the air.
In Kuala Lumpur the pollution index reached 321 and the city was shrouded in a yellowish mist that made the tops of buildings disappear. In the administrative capital of Putrajaya, which lies further towards the coast, the index reached 364.
REF: www.deccanherald.com/deccanherald/aug112005/update738432005811.asp
Air pollution index soars to hazardous levels; Malaysia declares emergency
KUALA LUMPUR,(AFP)
Malaysia declared a state of emergency today as the air pollution index soared to extremely hazardous levels on the west coast, which is worst-hit by smoke from fires in Sumatra, an official said.
"We are now in a state of emergency," a National Security Council official said after the environment department said the index had reached 529 in the shipping centre of Port Klang and 531 in the coastal town of Kuala Selangor.
The government said on Wednesday that levels above 500 would trigger a state of emergency.
The National Security Council official said that although only the two west coast locations had exceeded 500, the emergency measures would extend to the whole of the Klang valley in which the capital Kuala Lumpur sits.
They will include closing schools, advising citizens to stay indoors or wear masks outside, and beginning rain-seeding in an effort to wash away the dust and smoke in the air.
In Kuala Lumpur the pollution index reached 321 and the city was shrouded in a yellowish mist that made the tops of buildings disappear. In the administrative capital of Putrajaya, which lies further towards the coast, the index reached 364.
REF: www.deccanherald.com/deccanherald/aug112005/update738432005811.asp
Geylang, si paku geylang
Pulang marilah pulang, marilah pulang, bersama-sama...
Apparently there has been a burning occurence in Batang Kali, Selangor, earlier today - hence the smell of smoke on your clothes today, folks.
Yep, haze is at its worst today here in Klang Valley, Negeri Sembilan and parts of Perak due to the above reason, plus what we've been having for the past few days.
It started with the fire that happened in Putrajaya, and with fires in Sumatra and now Batang Kali, today as the API index breached 500 points, Selangor has declared state of emergency...
Jom le balik!
Apparently there has been a burning occurence in Batang Kali, Selangor, earlier today - hence the smell of smoke on your clothes today, folks.
Yep, haze is at its worst today here in Klang Valley, Negeri Sembilan and parts of Perak due to the above reason, plus what we've been having for the past few days.
It started with the fire that happened in Putrajaya, and with fires in Sumatra and now Batang Kali, today as the API index breached 500 points, Selangor has declared state of emergency...
Jom le balik!
Monday, August 08, 2005
Reasons to watch Malaysian Idol 2
What reasons?!
If you like Faizull then he's worth tuning in I guess, cause save him the Malaysian Idol 2 is truly barren of supervoices... Hopefully Azam'll get a recording contract - or at least come back with a single. If Fauzi or Lisa gets to cut a single bet they'll be worth buying too.
 Azam's gone! :( |  Atilia's gone. :( |
 Faizull in :P |  Fauzi out :( |  Lisa out :( |
If you like Faizull then he's worth tuning in I guess, cause save him the Malaysian Idol 2 is truly barren of supervoices... Hopefully Azam'll get a recording contract - or at least come back with a single. If Fauzi or Lisa gets to cut a single bet they'll be worth buying too.
Monday, August 01, 2005
The silliest line I've ever heard...
... came from a lady landlord I happened to bump into last Saturday. She was angry at her tenant, and outbursted a comment that went exactly like this:
"You can't talk to me like that! I'm an engineer you know!"
... to her tenant who earlier to that said, "I paid a month of deposit, surely you can't expect me to pay for three when I only needed to pay for two - that's easy maths, surely you can count?".
And what could we - my mom, my sis, and my poor ticklish soul - could do but slam a few guffaws straight into her ears.
Even earlier to that, the lady landlord was trying to screw the tenant by asking for extra payment, eventhough she well know that the tenant has placed a month's deposit before moving in 5 years ago, paid to her dad.
I'm sure not all engineers are as sensitive as that when someone happens to question his or her math prowess (I happen to know some really cool engineers who constantly make fun of themselves for not being able to count the percentage of increase of oil prices for the past two months).
Still, it was the most hilarious thing I've ever heard so far... minus that one involving a minister who owns like a hundred and eighty-nine open APs... now that one deserves to be documented on film.
"You can't talk to me like that! I'm an engineer you know!"
... to her tenant who earlier to that said, "I paid a month of deposit, surely you can't expect me to pay for three when I only needed to pay for two - that's easy maths, surely you can count?".
And what could we - my mom, my sis, and my poor ticklish soul - could do but slam a few guffaws straight into her ears.
Even earlier to that, the lady landlord was trying to screw the tenant by asking for extra payment, eventhough she well know that the tenant has placed a month's deposit before moving in 5 years ago, paid to her dad.
I'm sure not all engineers are as sensitive as that when someone happens to question his or her math prowess (I happen to know some really cool engineers who constantly make fun of themselves for not being able to count the percentage of increase of oil prices for the past two months).
Still, it was the most hilarious thing I've ever heard so far... minus that one involving a minister who owns like a hundred and eighty-nine open APs... now that one deserves to be documented on film.
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
Prank caller update
Apparently three girlfriends of mine received those calls too. Yep same number, same sorry pathetic loser. Do I wanna trash the wanker? Naah... I do wana make him pay though. Time to see the IT guy again... |
Obviously: The trash bin... |
Monday, July 25, 2005
Relocated booboo
This is something I posted at another blog I maintain (dated then and there July 19, 2005), and the relocation is due to the fact that the story no longer fits in its original context, but never should it be wasted.
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Blah and go
By Siti Rosman
KUALA LUMPUR, Tue. - A twenty-something youth commited breach of contract by leaving his workplace with a hollar of "Blahlah!" to his colleagues plus an SMS note saying "I quit!" sent to his superior yesterday. According to senior colleagues, this markes his third time big screw-up on the job, but this time there were no trace of guilt, remorse nor repentence of any sort.
"What makes the matter so weird is that no one in the group really knows why he is really upset," said one senior colleague. "He simply refused to come back to the main line to perform his duty, and even signalled somewhat insolently to another senior colleague who had beckoned him to come back."
A few other senior colleagues suspected that he might have been too embarassed and disraught over his very last outing on the line, in which he had forgotten his lines, delivered what he could muster in out-of-tune manner and fumbled to the end.
"Everyone makes mistakes, but with experience you will know how to handle it. Perhaps the venue of the operation, which was packed with people made him even more upset, having embarassed himself in front of what he though was too big of a crowd. He ain't seen the real crowd yet!" gushed another senior colleague, who relayed the experience of working in a hall packed with way too many people so much so that going to the loo became almost an impossible feat.
When asked by Bandsuperfriendsblog if the possible permanent loss of team mate will affect the group badly, a spokesperson for the group optimistically said, "Indeed when there is a breach of contract by individuals who are not professional nor are they respectful of others, the group is affected. However this has happened before, and it had not stopped the group from delivering their best. We're confident there are lots more capable performers out there who will fill in his shoes."
Another frontline colleague of the nincompoop youth even went as far as saying, "Actually, when he was roped in, there wasn't a lot of change. I still carry the same load. So if he really wants to quit, it doesn't bother me."
Another senior colleague who had had old-school training on the job commented that new recruits should be trained as how it was done in the old days, when freshmen gets a variety of scolding and spanking until they became proficient.
His comment was supported by the founding member of the group, who observed that recruits of today are generally lembik and tend to quickly naik lemak when given some slack.
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* For the record the guy has returned to his team after two days of feeling sorry for himself. Capital L...r...
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Blah and go
By Siti Rosman
KUALA LUMPUR, Tue. - A twenty-something youth commited breach of contract by leaving his workplace with a hollar of "Blahlah!" to his colleagues plus an SMS note saying "I quit!" sent to his superior yesterday. According to senior colleagues, this markes his third time big screw-up on the job, but this time there were no trace of guilt, remorse nor repentence of any sort.
"What makes the matter so weird is that no one in the group really knows why he is really upset," said one senior colleague. "He simply refused to come back to the main line to perform his duty, and even signalled somewhat insolently to another senior colleague who had beckoned him to come back."
A few other senior colleagues suspected that he might have been too embarassed and disraught over his very last outing on the line, in which he had forgotten his lines, delivered what he could muster in out-of-tune manner and fumbled to the end.
"Everyone makes mistakes, but with experience you will know how to handle it. Perhaps the venue of the operation, which was packed with people made him even more upset, having embarassed himself in front of what he though was too big of a crowd. He ain't seen the real crowd yet!" gushed another senior colleague, who relayed the experience of working in a hall packed with way too many people so much so that going to the loo became almost an impossible feat.
When asked by Bandsuperfriendsblog if the possible permanent loss of team mate will affect the group badly, a spokesperson for the group optimistically said, "Indeed when there is a breach of contract by individuals who are not professional nor are they respectful of others, the group is affected. However this has happened before, and it had not stopped the group from delivering their best. We're confident there are lots more capable performers out there who will fill in his shoes."
| "Breach of contract is a legal concept in which a binding agreement or bargained-for exchange is not honored by one of the parties to the contract by non-performance or interference with the other party's performance." - About.com In some cases contract quitter may not be granted payment for any previous service rendered, unless his/her superior is willing to be generous. |
Another frontline colleague of the nincompoop youth even went as far as saying, "Actually, when he was roped in, there wasn't a lot of change. I still carry the same load. So if he really wants to quit, it doesn't bother me."
Another senior colleague who had had old-school training on the job commented that new recruits should be trained as how it was done in the old days, when freshmen gets a variety of scolding and spanking until they became proficient.
His comment was supported by the founding member of the group, who observed that recruits of today are generally lembik and tend to quickly naik lemak when given some slack.
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* For the record the guy has returned to his team after two days of feeling sorry for himself. Capital L...r...
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
STOMP!
Halamak... STOMP nak mai la... Bakpe gok maha dok'oh tiketnye?
Why oh why are the shows in Istana Budaya always so expensive? I'm not just talking about Cats and STOMP now, even Alang Rentak Seribu or National Symphony Orchestra performances cost quite a bundle for an average Malaysian like me.
And they wonder why it is so hard to promote these shows.
And they wonder why art appreciation is lacking among Malaysians.
And they wonder why they're being accused of being clique-ish.
Why won't they reserve more places for students? Why won't they give more early bird discounts? Why won't they give cheaper options?
You'd think students nowadays could afford RM77 for a seat? Even working individuals like me would think thrice (to the power of two) to pop RM77, let alone RM127 per show - and that's minimum prices!.
Sure, STOMP (etc.) is a recognised, international outfit. However, surely there must be a way to make these acts more accessible to normal people like me.
Gripes!
However, if you are lucky enough to be among the minority of people who would not think twice paying more than RM50 per show, perhaps the JPEG I borrowed from Axcess.com would be worth perusing...
Why oh why are the shows in Istana Budaya always so expensive? I'm not just talking about Cats and STOMP now, even Alang Rentak Seribu or National Symphony Orchestra performances cost quite a bundle for an average Malaysian like me.
And they wonder why it is so hard to promote these shows.
And they wonder why art appreciation is lacking among Malaysians.
And they wonder why they're being accused of being clique-ish.
Why won't they reserve more places for students? Why won't they give more early bird discounts? Why won't they give cheaper options?
You'd think students nowadays could afford RM77 for a seat? Even working individuals like me would think thrice (to the power of two) to pop RM77, let alone RM127 per show - and that's minimum prices!.
Sure, STOMP (etc.) is a recognised, international outfit. However, surely there must be a way to make these acts more accessible to normal people like me.
Gripes!
However, if you are lucky enough to be among the minority of people who would not think twice paying more than RM50 per show, perhaps the JPEG I borrowed from Axcess.com would be worth perusing...
Friday, July 15, 2005
McDilemma
Ordered the Double-Cheese, felt a bit guilty.
Got the Light Coke that just doesn't hit.
Soggy fries complements but tasteless without chilli.
The saviour is Apple Pie minus the heat.
p/s: This is a mild, almost mis-manifestation of my ketidak-puasan hati kerna McDelivery during lunch tadi agak lambat dan mamat yang deliver tu tumpahkan air kitorang, pastu tanak bertanggungjawab lak tu! Dah la fries ku yang berpeluh-peluh tu tak cukup chilli sauce. Marah la ni.
Got the Light Coke that just doesn't hit.
Soggy fries complements but tasteless without chilli.
The saviour is Apple Pie minus the heat.
p/s: This is a mild, almost mis-manifestation of my ketidak-puasan hati kerna McDelivery during lunch tadi agak lambat dan mamat yang deliver tu tumpahkan air kitorang, pastu tanak bertanggungjawab lak tu! Dah la fries ku yang berpeluh-peluh tu tak cukup chilli sauce. Marah la ni.
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
Did I say beach? Well, I meant...
... sea. Deep sea. Deep enough for novice South China Sea.
Plus thunder and lightning. Whichever comes firstlah. I was too terrified and excited to notice.
Plus high waves. Plus rocking boat. Big boat with parangs and other dangerous utensils lying around...
Plus a trio of seamen who said, "Going to sea while the rain is a-rocking and a storm is a-brewing? Why not? Then we can take a shower AND go fishin' at the same time - cool huh!" (OK for the record the neither pakcik nor the abangs used the word "cool" but in essence, that's what they said... or something to that effect. Remember? I was terrified and stuff...?)
And I never did find my sea legs. And I lost my orientation (meaning I could not recall which way was the mainland once we lost sight of it, hence that sinking feeling that says if the boat capsizes and I'm thrown into the ocean, I would not know which way to swim to).
Yet there we were, two boats full of top executives attached to a billion dollar company and a bunch of IT journalists, sailing right into the middle of the spot where fishermen always go when it is squid season.
We were already partly wet the moment we got onto the boat, and the dark cloudy sky finally delivered the shower it's been meaning to bestow...
In simpler terms, after five minutes struggling to get on the boat, most of us were wet waist below with saltwater, and after another five minutes, we got the needed cleansing.
After braving a 20 minutes wild ride on the open sea, we finally anchored at a place where squids were OK with being caught without a bait.
And some actually did fell for it!
See, to candat sotong we were given a roll of nilon thread with a rod of hooks attached to it. Then we're supposed to drop it all the way down, then tug it every now and then so that passing squids will get entangled by surprise and in the end, earn the name "My catch".
The pakcik onboard said you'll feel the hook gets a bit heavier - that's how you'll know that your hook has gotten a catch. In fact as the rain subsided and we were given the roll of nilon thread, he confidently asked some of the girls onboard to tanak nasi...
Then after some time of throwing and tugging, and complaining about the possible development of uneven biceps, and wondering about how the other boat was doing (see we were separated to two spots about 100 metres away from the other)... one journalist finally, nonchalantly, indifferently, hooked a squid up.
Yours truly got so much more excited than her. After all she is one of those shy types, so if I was jumping and squeling rocking the boat then I must be exponentially happy, no?
But not long after that another reporter caught one, then another, then I did (acted cool to cover up my previous joyous outburst over someone else's catch), then another lady reporter caught a big ebek fish (This guy *barks! Literally! I mean the fish did! Did bark I mean. Really!), then more squids came up!
We went on tugging for about another hour, told bad jokes, a guy barfed, watched the sunset then finally went back to shore...
We all had to jump back into the water to get off the boat - most went straight to their rooms in order to get cleaned and dressed for the BBQ after thanking the nice boatmen, but some of us (three of us actually) stayed in the warm, calm sea water, happily paddling and ignored the call backs to the beach.
The beach was nicely lit with spotlights from the adjacent garden, so we could see how clear the water was. I was staring at my feet swishing the sand below with water at shoulder level... Then it struck me...
... that my Petaling Street watch is still strapped on my wrist, and it's still tickin'! Considering I spent RM10 on it... what a steal huh?!
* I highly suspects that the fish knew we were calling him The Fish with a Suicide Mission, and begs to differ! But seriously. To be caught without even a small worm of a bait.. C'mon...
Plus thunder and lightning. Whichever comes firstlah. I was too terrified and excited to notice.
Plus high waves. Plus rocking boat. Big boat with parangs and other dangerous utensils lying around...
Plus a trio of seamen who said, "Going to sea while the rain is a-rocking and a storm is a-brewing? Why not? Then we can take a shower AND go fishin' at the same time - cool huh!" (OK for the record the neither pakcik nor the abangs used the word "cool" but in essence, that's what they said... or something to that effect. Remember? I was terrified and stuff...?)
And I never did find my sea legs. And I lost my orientation (meaning I could not recall which way was the mainland once we lost sight of it, hence that sinking feeling that says if the boat capsizes and I'm thrown into the ocean, I would not know which way to swim to).
Yet there we were, two boats full of top executives attached to a billion dollar company and a bunch of IT journalists, sailing right into the middle of the spot where fishermen always go when it is squid season.
We were already partly wet the moment we got onto the boat, and the dark cloudy sky finally delivered the shower it's been meaning to bestow...
In simpler terms, after five minutes struggling to get on the boat, most of us were wet waist below with saltwater, and after another five minutes, we got the needed cleansing.
After braving a 20 minutes wild ride on the open sea, we finally anchored at a place where squids were OK with being caught without a bait.
And some actually did fell for it!
See, to candat sotong we were given a roll of nilon thread with a rod of hooks attached to it. Then we're supposed to drop it all the way down, then tug it every now and then so that passing squids will get entangled by surprise and in the end, earn the name "My catch".
The pakcik onboard said you'll feel the hook gets a bit heavier - that's how you'll know that your hook has gotten a catch. In fact as the rain subsided and we were given the roll of nilon thread, he confidently asked some of the girls onboard to tanak nasi...
Then after some time of throwing and tugging, and complaining about the possible development of uneven biceps, and wondering about how the other boat was doing (see we were separated to two spots about 100 metres away from the other)... one journalist finally, nonchalantly, indifferently, hooked a squid up.
Yours truly got so much more excited than her. After all she is one of those shy types, so if I was jumping and squeling rocking the boat then I must be exponentially happy, no?
But not long after that another reporter caught one, then another, then I did (acted cool to cover up my previous joyous outburst over someone else's catch), then another lady reporter caught a big ebek fish (This guy *barks! Literally! I mean the fish did! Did bark I mean. Really!), then more squids came up!
We went on tugging for about another hour, told bad jokes, a guy barfed, watched the sunset then finally went back to shore...
We all had to jump back into the water to get off the boat - most went straight to their rooms in order to get cleaned and dressed for the BBQ after thanking the nice boatmen, but some of us (three of us actually) stayed in the warm, calm sea water, happily paddling and ignored the call backs to the beach.
The beach was nicely lit with spotlights from the adjacent garden, so we could see how clear the water was. I was staring at my feet swishing the sand below with water at shoulder level... Then it struck me...
... that my Petaling Street watch is still strapped on my wrist, and it's still tickin'! Considering I spent RM10 on it... what a steal huh?!
* I highly suspects that the fish knew we were calling him The Fish with a Suicide Mission, and begs to differ! But seriously. To be caught without even a small worm of a bait.. C'mon...
Monday, July 04, 2005
And another beach assignment...
 | ... this time to Terengganu! Tho I rilly rilly wish that I could be in Sarawak, enjoying the Rainforest Music Festival... And to think I've heard quite a good bit of Petrona Martinez! Nevermind, times are hard and I can't afford the trip this time, no? Wish some people would just pay and let me live for a change... Anyway Krakatoa isn't there again... Anyway, Terengganu. Yes, it should be fun - treasure hunt la, pampering la, or so the PR lady said... be "keepin my fingers cross" anyway... any IT reporter would shiver if I mention the PR coop's namey... Hopefully things will be much better than my previous beach/island work outing (Penang... MAS domestic sux!). This time around, the guys working under the mightily rich fella who just donated BILLIONS to Live 8 will be driving us there, right to the beach! Among others scheduled, besides the work thingla, is ze barbarical marine animal skodeng-ing and hunting and killing and eating spree... Promise, I shall not consume any endangered species. Wish-a-me a-fun! (Please note that the pix's borrowed from malaysia-hotel-resorts.com) |
Thursday, June 30, 2005
What to do when you receive prank calls
1. Keep the number in your phonebook, so that you can call your telco and have the number barred.
2. If the calls persists or maybe the fella change his number everytime, just pick it up, leave your handphone where you can see it or just resume sleeping - make the caller pay (a lot) by not hanging up till he's all wisen up.
3. Get an extremely loud whistle, pick it up and give the loudest "feewit!" you can muster.
4. Entertain you friends by putting the call on speakerphone.
5. Pass the number to all the insurance agents/telemarketers/multi-level marketing downlines/get-rich-quick scheme conmen you know.
6. Sign the number up at SMS.ac.com!
2. If the calls persists or maybe the fella change his number everytime, just pick it up, leave your handphone where you can see it or just resume sleeping - make the caller pay (a lot) by not hanging up till he's all wisen up.
3. Get an extremely loud whistle, pick it up and give the loudest "feewit!" you can muster.
4. Entertain you friends by putting the call on speakerphone.
5. Pass the number to all the insurance agents/telemarketers/multi-level marketing downlines/get-rich-quick scheme conmen you know.
6. Sign the number up at SMS.ac.com!
Monday, June 27, 2005
The prepaid insecurities
Due to an unfortunate circumstance, I was forced to use the free prepaid pack that recently got during a telco assignment. No guessing that moi, a postpaid user for the past 8 years (yep, held the same number since 5 years ago), found it the very difficult to adjust.
Once during this terrible chapter I was on a bus and having only RM0.26 sen in my prepaid account. The anxiety of it! Accounts from the Suzaili* case started popping from the back of my mind - what if I fell into the same situation, alone and the bus driver turns whacked?
So I skipped buses and stick to LRT. Another time during the same terrible chapter I remembered having only RM0.11 sen left by the time I replied a couple of SMSes. And the discomfort of it all! I had to be careful with my credit, and ended up ignoring several friendly SMS from some friends (looks like I'll have less friends now, and I already have few to begin with).
With RM0.11 sen credit, I walked from the LRT station towards home, walking fast, hoping not to be caught by any kind of danger or encounter one in action (like I did several months ago) or any situation that requires calling the cops.
Why did I switch, thou may ask. Well for the record, it wasn't as if I had a choice. I never liked the prepaid arrangement - though it might work for most people, it just doesn't cut it for me.
I'd love the freedom to call and hang on for as long as I like. I love sending SMSes to people that deserves cheering. I love replying SMSes from my family and friends and know that there's no limit to mind.
But with certain setbacks that took place (beginning several months ago, in fact, partly my fault) I had to sort of part with my favourite number and make use of the door gift prepaid pack temporarily. Not that I wanted to, I had no choice.
These certain setbacks originates from one source. It was like a leaking pipe that I had to keep a thumb on to make sure no more water is wasted. Never did the pipe said thanks for the trouble, thanks for keeping it running for the past months - and I had my thumb sealing the leak since last October... so imagine when you had to keep the leak covered, you can't do much else, no?
* Remember the engineer Suzaili who was raped by a bus driver, then killed and ditched into a bush, and onlookers tried to chase the speeding bus, and she was banging the windows as the bus sped...
Once during this terrible chapter I was on a bus and having only RM0.26 sen in my prepaid account. The anxiety of it! Accounts from the Suzaili* case started popping from the back of my mind - what if I fell into the same situation, alone and the bus driver turns whacked?
So I skipped buses and stick to LRT. Another time during the same terrible chapter I remembered having only RM0.11 sen left by the time I replied a couple of SMSes. And the discomfort of it all! I had to be careful with my credit, and ended up ignoring several friendly SMS from some friends (looks like I'll have less friends now, and I already have few to begin with).
With RM0.11 sen credit, I walked from the LRT station towards home, walking fast, hoping not to be caught by any kind of danger or encounter one in action (like I did several months ago) or any situation that requires calling the cops.
Why did I switch, thou may ask. Well for the record, it wasn't as if I had a choice. I never liked the prepaid arrangement - though it might work for most people, it just doesn't cut it for me.
I'd love the freedom to call and hang on for as long as I like. I love sending SMSes to people that deserves cheering. I love replying SMSes from my family and friends and know that there's no limit to mind.
But with certain setbacks that took place (beginning several months ago, in fact, partly my fault) I had to sort of part with my favourite number and make use of the door gift prepaid pack temporarily. Not that I wanted to, I had no choice.
These certain setbacks originates from one source. It was like a leaking pipe that I had to keep a thumb on to make sure no more water is wasted. Never did the pipe said thanks for the trouble, thanks for keeping it running for the past months - and I had my thumb sealing the leak since last October... so imagine when you had to keep the leak covered, you can't do much else, no?
* Remember the engineer Suzaili who was raped by a bus driver, then killed and ditched into a bush, and onlookers tried to chase the speeding bus, and she was banging the windows as the bus sped...
Monday, June 20, 2005
Hey! Take that back! Take that back!
Proton soooo cut my line one! I tell you, I wonder whoever came up with the new Proton model name has got to be... be... something!
Why Savvy? Why? Why?
It is my idea to put Johnny Depp on a throne first! That's why I had submitted the tagline "Mature and savvy" to go with the newspaper's new look. Savvy chosen in honour of Depp, savvy? (But of course, given the so-not-prestigious (OK, many people thought it was ugly) looking masthead we recently acquired, the tagline may not suit all that well, but... Who cares? If I win I get some cash!)
Now that Proton's got it all pasted on their latest model, just like those ugly stickers that they love so much to stick on the doors of every Proton and the internal tagline contest winner hasn't been announced yet, what's to happen to my darjeeling Depp?
Why Savvy? Why? Why?
It is my idea to put Johnny Depp on a throne first! That's why I had submitted the tagline "Mature and savvy" to go with the newspaper's new look. Savvy chosen in honour of Depp, savvy? (But of course, given the so-not-prestigious (OK, many people thought it was ugly) looking masthead we recently acquired, the tagline may not suit all that well, but... Who cares? If I win I get some cash!)
Now that Proton's got it all pasted on their latest model, just like those ugly stickers that they love so much to stick on the doors of every Proton and the internal tagline contest winner hasn't been announced yet, what's to happen to my darjeeling Depp?
Thursday, June 02, 2005
Tis the season to be..
... shopping!
I mean, when a couple of cousins on my Dad's side are getting married (one this weekend and the other soon to follow) and another one (Mom's side) getting engaged (next weekend), who wouldn't need a little bit of indulgence right?
I mean, those people settling down need to be gift-ed (so must go shopping) and to present them the gifts, the gifter must be gifted too, right? (so must go shopping again). So two trips to the mall today before I got to work is hardly surprising, yes?
Not that I got in to the coop that late - twas only twenty minutes after two. But for the record let me tell you that my cordial, well-meaning intentions to get my butt seated to before my desk came way, way earlier.
The thought that counts, remember? I mean, who needs to know that the thoughts crossed my mind right in between the electrical impulses in my brain that said the T'Z jeans I was looking at is not really my kind of blue, right?
I mean, when a couple of cousins on my Dad's side are getting married (one this weekend and the other soon to follow) and another one (Mom's side) getting engaged (next weekend), who wouldn't need a little bit of indulgence right?
I mean, those people settling down need to be gift-ed (so must go shopping) and to present them the gifts, the gifter must be gifted too, right? (so must go shopping again). So two trips to the mall today before I got to work is hardly surprising, yes?
Not that I got in to the coop that late - twas only twenty minutes after two. But for the record let me tell you that my cordial, well-meaning intentions to get my butt seated to before my desk came way, way earlier.
The thought that counts, remember? I mean, who needs to know that the thoughts crossed my mind right in between the electrical impulses in my brain that said the T'Z jeans I was looking at is not really my kind of blue, right?
Thursday, May 19, 2005
One of my favourites...
I've been reduced to being shutterbug status eversince the advent of cameraphones. Of the many I have reviewed, one of the best I've came across is the Smartphone from O2 - O2 Xphone.
This is one of my favourite shots taken with the review unit I got:
Fisherman Alfonso
The guy in the photo is my Abang Ngah, the venue is.. I forgot. I think it is one of the watered areas of Kampung Pisang, somewhere in Perak (about an hour's drive from Ipoh).
He's being trained to use the net by my Dad, and this is one of his best effort during practice. Did he catch any fish? Actually, no - maybe he was making too much noise with his feet or something like that.
This is one of my favourite shots taken with the review unit I got:
Fisherman Alfonso
The guy in the photo is my Abang Ngah, the venue is.. I forgot. I think it is one of the watered areas of Kampung Pisang, somewhere in Perak (about an hour's drive from Ipoh).
He's being trained to use the net by my Dad, and this is one of his best effort during practice. Did he catch any fish? Actually, no - maybe he was making too much noise with his feet or something like that.
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
Flea market plan
I got lots of stuff I don't need. Feel like renting a booth at Amcorp Mall next month and sell them off cheap, real cheap.
Anyone wanna join? Ariel? Nads? Got anything to sell el-cheapo? I haven't check out the rates yet at Amcorp, but I heard a booth at South City Plaza costs only RM10 per day.
And maybe tis safer to go there (since some of what I'm selling are door gifts stuff - too much calculators already... cannot simpan lah), more discreet.
Maybe I'll call my booth Sen Corner or something like that.
Anyone wanna join? Ariel? Nads? Got anything to sell el-cheapo? I haven't check out the rates yet at Amcorp, but I heard a booth at South City Plaza costs only RM10 per day.
And maybe tis safer to go there (since some of what I'm selling are door gifts stuff - too much calculators already... cannot simpan lah), more discreet.
Maybe I'll call my booth Sen Corner or something like that.
The girl who doesn't know she's an asshole
Note that this is a follow up entry on the previous, "How rude!".
Note that I'll be doing more bashing on the anal exec, the one I've branded "Analaine".
The thing is, last Friday, during the event, Analaine continued to pissed me off by:
1] Not heeding my request of having top guns from both signing parties to pose together. (Hello! Where got one party signing with each other!)
2] When asked why, she said her side paid for the event so there's no need to highlight the other party. She also added, "Biasalah, PR kan..." (What an insult to real PR specialists who really do deliver for their clients and media.)
3] When introduced to the top guns on her side, she would not let me get some comments from them for the article I'm currently working on. (I just started chatting with them, and she literally dragged me away from them.)
4] When I insisted that I just want general comments, she said why not not send the questions to her and she'll make sure it's delivered to the right person and she'll make sure to send me back the feedback. (Fine!)
So early Monday, I shot her an email and requested that she get me the feedback. Today...
TODAY SHE SAID MY DEADLINE'S TOO TIGHT AND SHE COULD NOT ACCOMODATE!
Why the fuck didn't she just let me get some input immediately while I was there, at the event, with the right person in good mood? It was just simple comments for heaven's sake! Malang betul la jumpa perempuan Analaine ni!
My boiling blood propelled me to spread the word around the office - "telco PR specialist, Analaine, avoid at all cost!" Menyirap siot!
With steam coming out of my ears I began to call her all sorts of name in hope to calm myself. (Here are some favourites: Perempuan malas, bodoh gile, 666, setan and finally, da Chucky's Seed.)
After lunch I was OK - finally got the thing out of my system. Phew!
Note that I'll be doing more bashing on the anal exec, the one I've branded "Analaine".
The thing is, last Friday, during the event, Analaine continued to pissed me off by:
1] Not heeding my request of having top guns from both signing parties to pose together. (Hello! Where got one party signing with each other!)
2] When asked why, she said her side paid for the event so there's no need to highlight the other party. She also added, "Biasalah, PR kan..." (What an insult to real PR specialists who really do deliver for their clients and media.)
3] When introduced to the top guns on her side, she would not let me get some comments from them for the article I'm currently working on. (I just started chatting with them, and she literally dragged me away from them.)
4] When I insisted that I just want general comments, she said why not not send the questions to her and she'll make sure it's delivered to the right person and she'll make sure to send me back the feedback. (Fine!)
So early Monday, I shot her an email and requested that she get me the feedback. Today...
TODAY SHE SAID MY DEADLINE'S TOO TIGHT AND SHE COULD NOT ACCOMODATE!
Why the fuck didn't she just let me get some input immediately while I was there, at the event, with the right person in good mood? It was just simple comments for heaven's sake! Malang betul la jumpa perempuan Analaine ni!
My boiling blood propelled me to spread the word around the office - "telco PR specialist, Analaine, avoid at all cost!" Menyirap siot!
With steam coming out of my ears I began to call her all sorts of name in hope to calm myself. (Here are some favourites: Perempuan malas, bodoh gile, 666, setan and finally, da Chucky's Seed.)
After lunch I was OK - finally got the thing out of my system. Phew!
Friday, May 06, 2005
"How rude!"
I called up this telco to inquire about an event they're organising this eve. And one of my questions was, "I just found out about this, so since I did not bring my own cam and have only the office's which I'm not used to, do you have your own photographer?"
The answer was, "Ugh, gee, I dunno, maybe we do, maybe we don't. I suggest you start practising using the office cam."
What tha fuck? What kind of answer is that? Coming from an exec tu!
I did not let the US-accented comment slide, of course. I told her that if they don't have a photographer then there's no back-up. So if my photos did not turn out right then...
(What I really wanted to say was, "Hello makcik US-mali, I got lots of other things to do besides 'practising' using the old cam for the sake of your bloody event tau! Nak datang at last minute ni pun dah kira baik!")
"Er, maybe we do have a photographer. I guess we do..." she quickly retorted before I could change my mind about the comeback.
Again, what tha fuck? So now you do? Please!
I also asked who's the VIP for the event. When she said no VIPs, except for maybe their CFO/COO or some guy, boy oh boy was I tempted to just stood her up or what!
But I guess I'm going... Work is work ma, even if you have to face anal personalities (let's just call her Analaine from now on) like this one.
Anyways, my teammate told me that Analaine was his junior back in UKM. And that "dia tu memang perasan sikit."
The answer was, "Ugh, gee, I dunno, maybe we do, maybe we don't. I suggest you start practising using the office cam."
What tha fuck? What kind of answer is that? Coming from an exec tu!
I did not let the US-accented comment slide, of course. I told her that if they don't have a photographer then there's no back-up. So if my photos did not turn out right then...
(What I really wanted to say was, "Hello makcik US-mali, I got lots of other things to do besides 'practising' using the old cam for the sake of your bloody event tau! Nak datang at last minute ni pun dah kira baik!")
"Er, maybe we do have a photographer. I guess we do..." she quickly retorted before I could change my mind about the comeback.
Again, what tha fuck? So now you do? Please!
I also asked who's the VIP for the event. When she said no VIPs, except for maybe their CFO/COO or some guy, boy oh boy was I tempted to just stood her up or what!
But I guess I'm going... Work is work ma, even if you have to face anal personalities (let's just call her Analaine from now on) like this one.
Anyways, my teammate told me that Analaine was his junior back in UKM. And that "dia tu memang perasan sikit."
Thursday, May 05, 2005
Dewa turun ke bumi?
Angeless, who just got a job at the building opposite my coop emailed, "wei...dewa bikin konser 28 may, kl tower, 8.30mlm. happening ni...happening... "
pix borrowed from www.dewa19.com, thanks!
Boleh caya ke ni? Anyone got any news about this? Bob? Nads?
So far a tour on the group's site did not give any kabar to confirm this. Have to wait and see...
pix borrowed from www.dewa19.com, thanks!
Boleh caya ke ni? Anyone got any news about this? Bob? Nads?
So far a tour on the group's site did not give any kabar to confirm this. Have to wait and see...
Tribute to Fat (and yes, I do mean the mass)
Spelled using the letters F, A and T, fat is a word many despise, often thought as a disease, many a times a cause for controversy. Tis a state for the unwise, related to subjective measurement, linked to clothes sizes.
In my quest to stay healthy, I bumped into this article while surfing www.fitlineweightloss.com and I wish to paste it here in my blog... simply because.
Fat is Not All Bad!
by Anton Maartens
Body fat is not necessarily the ‘big bad enemy’ the fitness, beauty and weight loss industries will sometimes have us believe.
Yes, too much body fat is no doubt a serious health risk and can be very damaging to your well-being and quality of life.
Some of the health risks of having too much body fat include increased blood pressure, high cholesterol, cardiac problems, diabetes, varicose veins, cancer and an increased susceptibility to infections.
But that does not mean that body fat in itself is bad! Essential body fat is a very important source of energy for normal bodily functions and especially vital in maintaining the health of your heart and your immune system.
A healthy body composition is one of the crucial components of your overall health and fitness. Having too little body fat can be just as bad for your health as being overweight!
It is therefore important to rather focus your exercise and weight loss efforts on achieving 'leanness', and not ‘thinness’ (the way it is often promoted in beauty and fashion magazines).
The amount of body fat that you need to stay healthy is at least 8 - 15% for women and 5 - 8% for men.
However, body fat recommendations for top athletes often tend to be lower than the levels normally prescribed for the general population, because it is believed that too much body fat may hinder the athlete’s performance.
A person’s body composition is usually divided into lean body weight and fat weight. Your fat weight is then expressed as a percentage of your total body weight by using this formula:
body fat percentage = (fat weight ÷ total body weight) x 100
Experts disagree on how much body fat is too much, but the following general guidelines are a reasonable estimate:
Obese: More than 33% for women and more than 26% for men
Overweight: Between 28% and 33% for women and between 21% and 26%
Acceptable: Between 17% and 28% for women and between 12% and 21% for men
Lean: Less than 17% for women and less than 12% for men
Underweight: Less than 8% for women and 5% for men
There you go. See, not all fat is bad.
p/s: Note that this article, is pasted here paramountly is for my personal collection only (read: my personal knowledge enrichment program). Takde kena mengena dengan yang hidup atau yang telah pergi atau yang terasa ada kena mengena dengan hal ini. Thank you.
In my quest to stay healthy, I bumped into this article while surfing www.fitlineweightloss.com and I wish to paste it here in my blog... simply because.
Fat is Not All Bad!
by Anton Maartens
Body fat is not necessarily the ‘big bad enemy’ the fitness, beauty and weight loss industries will sometimes have us believe.
Yes, too much body fat is no doubt a serious health risk and can be very damaging to your well-being and quality of life.
Some of the health risks of having too much body fat include increased blood pressure, high cholesterol, cardiac problems, diabetes, varicose veins, cancer and an increased susceptibility to infections.
But that does not mean that body fat in itself is bad! Essential body fat is a very important source of energy for normal bodily functions and especially vital in maintaining the health of your heart and your immune system.
A healthy body composition is one of the crucial components of your overall health and fitness. Having too little body fat can be just as bad for your health as being overweight!
It is therefore important to rather focus your exercise and weight loss efforts on achieving 'leanness', and not ‘thinness’ (the way it is often promoted in beauty and fashion magazines).
The amount of body fat that you need to stay healthy is at least 8 - 15% for women and 5 - 8% for men.
However, body fat recommendations for top athletes often tend to be lower than the levels normally prescribed for the general population, because it is believed that too much body fat may hinder the athlete’s performance.
A person’s body composition is usually divided into lean body weight and fat weight. Your fat weight is then expressed as a percentage of your total body weight by using this formula:
body fat percentage = (fat weight ÷ total body weight) x 100
Experts disagree on how much body fat is too much, but the following general guidelines are a reasonable estimate:
Obese: More than 33% for women and more than 26% for men
Overweight: Between 28% and 33% for women and between 21% and 26%
Acceptable: Between 17% and 28% for women and between 12% and 21% for men
Lean: Less than 17% for women and less than 12% for men
Underweight: Less than 8% for women and 5% for men
There you go. See, not all fat is bad.
p/s: Note that this article, is pasted here paramountly is for my personal collection only (read: my personal knowledge enrichment program). Takde kena mengena dengan yang hidup atau yang telah pergi atau yang terasa ada kena mengena dengan hal ini. Thank you.
Wednesday, May 04, 2005
Marooning who?
Someone wrote to NST this morning with one of the best suggestions I've heard in years! The writer, V.R.K. said he wished to take a step further and innovate the idea put forward by the Mufti of Perak (he suggested that people with HIV should be isolated on an island), which in turn was churned out in the wake of a worthwhile suggestion from one of the MPs (that drug addicts should be sent to an islands and be given free drugs so that they'll end up all corpse).
In his letter titled "Let's maroon our problem people" he suggested that traffic offenders, litterbugs and people found guilty of corruption should be sentenced to an island with no roads or vehicles, an island full of rubbish and an island where there is no money, respectively.
Now how about that!
I also wish to jump on this "Novel solutions" bandwagon and suggest that people who spit in public and on public property too be sentenced to live with their own kind on an island. Make that a very, very small island and with no shoes supplied so that everywhere they step, their feet will go shweck, shweck, shweck!
In his letter titled "Let's maroon our problem people" he suggested that traffic offenders, litterbugs and people found guilty of corruption should be sentenced to an island with no roads or vehicles, an island full of rubbish and an island where there is no money, respectively.
Now how about that!
I also wish to jump on this "Novel solutions" bandwagon and suggest that people who spit in public and on public property too be sentenced to live with their own kind on an island. Make that a very, very small island and with no shoes supplied so that everywhere they step, their feet will go shweck, shweck, shweck!
Friday, April 29, 2005
Those ads are calling me...
Flick through today's NST, Berita Harian, Malay Mail and Harian Metro and you'll see there's lots of attractive ads - no, I'm not talking about the colourful DiGi or Motorola ads, though those are good to peruse.
Check out the Habib Diamond Extravaganza ad... Those nicely designed jewelry at unbelievable price - wish I have enough to buy a pair of earrings for my mom!
And the C.Mammoth, Redhot and other furniture ads - man, I'm dying to get myself a sofa or sofabed! Especially when there's so much going on on the telly nowadays.
And the Kawanku and other electrical stores ads - a washing machine at RM99! And hairdryers at less than RM10! When it is the seasons your peers and cousins get married, tis time to check these ads out to get some gift ideas!
Speaking of which I've been missing a couple of weddings already due to work - yes nowadays sometimes I work during weekends. Let me also note here that I sometimes don't work on weekdays. So all's fair in the publication realm.
Another friend's getting married on Labours' Day. From her brief explanation it seemed like the wedding is a family arrangement kinda thing. Isn't that sweet.
Check out the Habib Diamond Extravaganza ad... Those nicely designed jewelry at unbelievable price - wish I have enough to buy a pair of earrings for my mom!
And the C.Mammoth, Redhot and other furniture ads - man, I'm dying to get myself a sofa or sofabed! Especially when there's so much going on on the telly nowadays.
And the Kawanku and other electrical stores ads - a washing machine at RM99! And hairdryers at less than RM10! When it is the seasons your peers and cousins get married, tis time to check these ads out to get some gift ideas!
Speaking of which I've been missing a couple of weddings already due to work - yes nowadays sometimes I work during weekends. Let me also note here that I sometimes don't work on weekdays. So all's fair in the publication realm.
Another friend's getting married on Labours' Day. From her brief explanation it seemed like the wedding is a family arrangement kinda thing. Isn't that sweet.
Tuesday, April 26, 2005
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
Still life on canvas
Why do some people paint apples and grapes placed in a bowl next to the vase of sunflowers? Why do some people paint old bicycle with petai and rambutans on the gelegar?
Kenapa some employees stare at their CRT screens as if Sex on the City is on? Kenapa some employees type away on their keyboard as if she's writing a Dear John letter?
OK OK, I'm bored, and that's official. In the most literal manner.
Wish I could have Frampton Nuttel come and visit me so that I can play the Bertie trick on him. Wish Roald Dahl would take me in his car and the Fingersmith would let me see how he pinched the writer's shoelaces off his pedal-pushing feet.
Wish I was there on the beach when Woodsworth's eye caught a glimpse of the dancing daffodils. Wish I was Den Wahab's assistant so that I can help him sew on some sequins.
I'm bored. Someone please ask me out for tea!
Kenapa some employees stare at their CRT screens as if Sex on the City is on? Kenapa some employees type away on their keyboard as if she's writing a Dear John letter?
OK OK, I'm bored, and that's official. In the most literal manner.
Wish I could have Frampton Nuttel come and visit me so that I can play the Bertie trick on him. Wish Roald Dahl would take me in his car and the Fingersmith would let me see how he pinched the writer's shoelaces off his pedal-pushing feet.
Wish I was there on the beach when Woodsworth's eye caught a glimpse of the dancing daffodils. Wish I was Den Wahab's assistant so that I can help him sew on some sequins.
I'm bored. Someone please ask me out for tea!
Monday, April 04, 2005
Writer's block! Pathetic, really...
How many times have I been to this corner of my mind? The corner that says "Yer havin writer's block and yer not doin anythin about it". The corner that says "Go ahead, go and layanlah your pathetic lazyness, see if that works".
And what did I do after realizing that I'm giving in to my habit of procrastinating? I went and signed up for a CPR course, yep, yep, that's what I did. Ah hah.
In retrospect, I could deduce my rash action as a sub-concious reaction to my current condition - and CPR specifically is a symbolism of my inner being trying to get out of my lousy predicament.
Which means, when I signed up for CPR - you know, the course in which people learn how to give first phase rescue treatment for the injured in cases of emergencies - the person I was really trying to save is myself. My self that's dying in the lake of whine, drowned in the sea of laze and blinded by clouds of despair.
Yeah, I could say that. Sounds appropriate, sounds logical, sounds analytical in fact. Sounds as if I've been doing some serious thinking.
But I won't. I won't give any excuse for my behaving so irresponsibly. I shall own up.
I am currently feeling extremely takde mood to write any travel piece story, and I signed up for the CPR course cause I'll get a sijil afterwards (though I don't collect sijils as a hobby, it'll be proof of me exploiting my time with the coop productively).
Abis cerita.
And what did I do after realizing that I'm giving in to my habit of procrastinating? I went and signed up for a CPR course, yep, yep, that's what I did. Ah hah.
In retrospect, I could deduce my rash action as a sub-concious reaction to my current condition - and CPR specifically is a symbolism of my inner being trying to get out of my lousy predicament.
Which means, when I signed up for CPR - you know, the course in which people learn how to give first phase rescue treatment for the injured in cases of emergencies - the person I was really trying to save is myself. My self that's dying in the lake of whine, drowned in the sea of laze and blinded by clouds of despair.
Yeah, I could say that. Sounds appropriate, sounds logical, sounds analytical in fact. Sounds as if I've been doing some serious thinking.
But I won't. I won't give any excuse for my behaving so irresponsibly. I shall own up.
I am currently feeling extremely takde mood to write any travel piece story, and I signed up for the CPR course cause I'll get a sijil afterwards (though I don't collect sijils as a hobby, it'll be proof of me exploiting my time with the coop productively).
Abis cerita.
Friday, April 01, 2005
The training, the earthquake and Monkey Business
So I went for this "Development of Professional Image" training right. And managed to pick up a thing or two (more than that actually) that I could use in my daily routine.
Among the discoveries:
1] Grooming: Don't have expensive clothes? Don't sweat it (literally), can still concentrate in maintaining cleanliness and tidyness till the next fat bonus (if there's any uwaa...) + sales carnival arrives.
2] Dining: Knives and spoons on your right, forks on your left - work your way outside in. Wrist on the table alright, forearms not quite, elbows no-no.
3] Speaking: No swearing, no tasteless jokes, no politics, no religion, no personal (age, weight, income).
But what I don't want to do is use make-up. Setakat powder and lip-gloss I can tolerate. Free mascara also can lah from time to time. But full-fledge foundation, lipstick, eye-shadow, blusher, eyeliner... alamak... berat la. Costly on top of that!
Nevermind, you concentrate on what you can and want to do, the ones you cannot don't give up on it yet, give it some more time. Now that's what I've summarized from the training. (Bet the trainer won't agree, but I'll let her do that.)
And so I was in a parked car, in front of McD's drive-through in Setiawangsa right, when the earthquake happened. Tremor I felt, but seated I remained in the car, and confused I did become. (I don't understand why so many people thought they pening kepala, when the shaking definately feels external?)
At first - since I was left alone in the car while my cute date went to drop some speakers and stands belonging to his friend in the studio opposite before he sends me home - I thought "Mamat mana lak dok menempek bontot kat kereta orang ni? Kot iye pun jangan la henyak kuat-kuat mek oi.."
But when I turned and found no one messing around, not a single butt pressed to the Putra's bumper - I got a bit scared. When the tremors continued, stronger on top of that for a few seconds more, and I got scared even more.
If you've been to Pantai Timur via Karak highway, someone's bound to tell you about an urban legend aka highway ghost story which involves a man getting hauled onto his rosak car and bashed by a hideous-hairy-creature and the wife in the passenger seat could hear the thonking sound coming from above.
So don't blame me if I thought a ghastly werewolf had landed above the Putra I was in OK?
I quickly double-check if the car is locked. The tremor then became milder, and my date came back. Reflecting now I realized that everything happened within a very short span of time, really.
He asked me why I looked so "off-white". Ha ha. Told him that something scared me for a bit but I don't know what, and he said no worries cause he's back. Apparently he was too caught up in replying a client's SMS that he didn't noticed the ground was moving under his feet.
When I got home I flicked on 8TV on just to listen to songs while I kemas-kemas a bit before going to bed - that's when I found out that a 8+ earthquake had occurred. Then one of the chatters said there's a live news coverage on NTV7, so naturally I switched channel...
And I saw Monkey Business at Actor's Studio last night with BC and two architects - 5.5/10 - that's my rating. I especially like the second last piece. Maybe I'm more of a dialogue-matters kind of audience...
I also caught ASK dance student's final sem performance - twas good, the only slack was that some of their friends in the audience did not give them due respect - quite a spoiler when someone shout out a dancer's name then have the guy on stage twitch nervously when he is already a nervous wreck. But hey, you get all kinds of audience, so it's a good practice for them.
Among the discoveries:
1] Grooming: Don't have expensive clothes? Don't sweat it (literally), can still concentrate in maintaining cleanliness and tidyness till the next fat bonus (if there's any uwaa...) + sales carnival arrives.
2] Dining: Knives and spoons on your right, forks on your left - work your way outside in. Wrist on the table alright, forearms not quite, elbows no-no.
3] Speaking: No swearing, no tasteless jokes, no politics, no religion, no personal (age, weight, income).
But what I don't want to do is use make-up. Setakat powder and lip-gloss I can tolerate. Free mascara also can lah from time to time. But full-fledge foundation, lipstick, eye-shadow, blusher, eyeliner... alamak... berat la. Costly on top of that!
Nevermind, you concentrate on what you can and want to do, the ones you cannot don't give up on it yet, give it some more time. Now that's what I've summarized from the training. (Bet the trainer won't agree, but I'll let her do that.)
And so I was in a parked car, in front of McD's drive-through in Setiawangsa right, when the earthquake happened. Tremor I felt, but seated I remained in the car, and confused I did become. (I don't understand why so many people thought they pening kepala, when the shaking definately feels external?)
At first - since I was left alone in the car while my cute date went to drop some speakers and stands belonging to his friend in the studio opposite before he sends me home - I thought "Mamat mana lak dok menempek bontot kat kereta orang ni? Kot iye pun jangan la henyak kuat-kuat mek oi.."
But when I turned and found no one messing around, not a single butt pressed to the Putra's bumper - I got a bit scared. When the tremors continued, stronger on top of that for a few seconds more, and I got scared even more.
If you've been to Pantai Timur via Karak highway, someone's bound to tell you about an urban legend aka highway ghost story which involves a man getting hauled onto his rosak car and bashed by a hideous-hairy-creature and the wife in the passenger seat could hear the thonking sound coming from above.
So don't blame me if I thought a ghastly werewolf had landed above the Putra I was in OK?
I quickly double-check if the car is locked. The tremor then became milder, and my date came back. Reflecting now I realized that everything happened within a very short span of time, really.
He asked me why I looked so "off-white". Ha ha. Told him that something scared me for a bit but I don't know what, and he said no worries cause he's back. Apparently he was too caught up in replying a client's SMS that he didn't noticed the ground was moving under his feet.
When I got home I flicked on 8TV on just to listen to songs while I kemas-kemas a bit before going to bed - that's when I found out that a 8+ earthquake had occurred. Then one of the chatters said there's a live news coverage on NTV7, so naturally I switched channel...
And I saw Monkey Business at Actor's Studio last night with BC and two architects - 5.5/10 - that's my rating. I especially like the second last piece. Maybe I'm more of a dialogue-matters kind of audience...
I also caught ASK dance student's final sem performance - twas good, the only slack was that some of their friends in the audience did not give them due respect - quite a spoiler when someone shout out a dancer's name then have the guy on stage twitch nervously when he is already a nervous wreck. But hey, you get all kinds of audience, so it's a good practice for them.
Friday, March 25, 2005
Movies I love...
Been watching foreign stuff lately - would like to humbly recommend a German film, Die Fetten Jahre sind vorbei (btw in Australia it was titled The Edukators).
I love the film cause it has an uber cool, super down-played ending, above a great plot and the many clever debates. But of course the actor Stipe Erceg (the guy left-most), who looked more like a couldn't-care-less-about-the-world rock star rather than a young man with world-changing idealism, with his oh-so-macho looks, helps!
I also saw a French love story - Jeux d'enfants (English title Love Me If You Dare but according to a guy born in Avignon it translates closer to "games children play" if his English's good enough) - which Bob was telling me about during one of our rare teh-tarik bump in CM, but I never expected to have the chance to watch for "free".
Tis hard not to fall in love with this movie, cause the love tale between Sophie and Julien spanned throughout their lifetime. And the games they play... Inspiring, horrifying... Let me just say if you and your significant other are both the competitive type, maybe you should not watch this film - it'll give you strange ideas! Anyway the movie definately thought me a thing or two about jodoh... iye... jodoh...
Have any of you watched good movies? Recommendations?
p/s: Photos and review links goes to www.german-cinema.de and www.paramountclassics.com - thanks for lendin!
I love the film cause it has an uber cool, super down-played ending, above a great plot and the many clever debates. But of course the actor Stipe Erceg (the guy left-most), who looked more like a couldn't-care-less-about-the-world rock star rather than a young man with world-changing idealism, with his oh-so-macho looks, helps!
I also saw a French love story - Jeux d'enfants (English title Love Me If You Dare but according to a guy born in Avignon it translates closer to "games children play" if his English's good enough) - which Bob was telling me about during one of our rare teh-tarik bump in CM, but I never expected to have the chance to watch for "free".
Tis hard not to fall in love with this movie, cause the love tale between Sophie and Julien spanned throughout their lifetime. And the games they play... Inspiring, horrifying... Let me just say if you and your significant other are both the competitive type, maybe you should not watch this film - it'll give you strange ideas! Anyway the movie definately thought me a thing or two about jodoh... iye... jodoh...
Have any of you watched good movies? Recommendations?
p/s: Photos and review links goes to www.german-cinema.de and www.paramountclassics.com - thanks for lendin!
Thursday, March 24, 2005
Why can't girls have four BFs each?
Who says girls can't have four guys to call her own? Of course a girl can. The only problem is, in the end when a girl wants to go on her honeymoon, she can only bring one.
In this world where Faizal Hussein, Johnny Depp, Takeshi Sorimachi and BC are breathing the same air and looking at the same moon as I am, how can a girl choose?
As Malcolm in the Middle would argue, life is unfair..
In this world where Faizal Hussein, Johnny Depp, Takeshi Sorimachi and BC are breathing the same air and looking at the same moon as I am, how can a girl choose?
As Malcolm in the Middle would argue, life is unfair..
Monday, March 21, 2005
An island in the tropical heat
Eversince a colleague was sent to Bali for a product launching assignment I've been eyeing for a island-trip-tropical-beach-all-exotic assignment too... and finally one landed on my lap today.
When you think of it as an assignment, a product launch in fact, it may not seem so exciting. However, place the event on an island, a tropical island, an island well known for good food - hey why not?
Penang, here I come!
When you think of it as an assignment, a product launch in fact, it may not seem so exciting. However, place the event on an island, a tropical island, an island well known for good food - hey why not?
Penang, here I come!
Thursday, March 17, 2005
It does not always rain when a pig squeals
Yesterday my boss was enjoying a bunch of what is being called the new-age, modern Malay proverbs, involving classic sayings like "Kerbau dipegang pada talinya, manusia dipegang pada janjinya" was turned into "Lembu dipegang pada tali, manusia dipegang pada tangan."
And he goes, "Wargh wargh wargh, that's so funny!" - I winced inwardly. At times I could just let it pass as harmless fun, but at this point in life, when you finally understand certain things like legacy, identity and patriotism, I feel the pain of my dwindling heritage! Sorry, can't appreciate such jokes anymore.
I mean, I love it when people say, "Kecil tapak tangan, nyiru saya tadahkan" - the easiest way to show sincerity and willingness to take you in.
And I rather anyone drop hints like "Terima kasih daun keladi..." than hearing something as direct as, "Esok aku nak kau tolong aku lagi tau."
And to me "Pinggan tak retak, nasi tak dingin" is probably the most pedas yet subtle brush off. Though so, I can't help but note how close the Malay proverb is to the Malay lifestyle and daily routine, to nature and the nature of things.
If you check today's NST/Life & Times, you'll find a piece of American proverb on the cartoons page that goes, "It does not always rain when a pig squeals."
Ugh, how can that beat our very own "Dengar guruh di langit, air di tempayan dicurahkan" or even Ella and Deddy Dores' "Mendung tak bererti hujan..."
And he goes, "Wargh wargh wargh, that's so funny!" - I winced inwardly. At times I could just let it pass as harmless fun, but at this point in life, when you finally understand certain things like legacy, identity and patriotism, I feel the pain of my dwindling heritage! Sorry, can't appreciate such jokes anymore.
I mean, I love it when people say, "Kecil tapak tangan, nyiru saya tadahkan" - the easiest way to show sincerity and willingness to take you in.
And I rather anyone drop hints like "Terima kasih daun keladi..." than hearing something as direct as, "Esok aku nak kau tolong aku lagi tau."
And to me "Pinggan tak retak, nasi tak dingin" is probably the most pedas yet subtle brush off. Though so, I can't help but note how close the Malay proverb is to the Malay lifestyle and daily routine, to nature and the nature of things.
If you check today's NST/Life & Times, you'll find a piece of American proverb on the cartoons page that goes, "It does not always rain when a pig squeals."
Ugh, how can that beat our very own "Dengar guruh di langit, air di tempayan dicurahkan" or even Ella and Deddy Dores' "Mendung tak bererti hujan..."
Thursday, March 10, 2005
Buying handphone? Don't deal with any Ah Beng resellers in Pertama Complex!
So many stories lately being told to me by friends who advised against going to Pertama Complex to buy handphones - "Don't go to Pertama, no matter how desperate you are," so they would say. The Ah Beng sellers there will sweet talk you, and you'll be cheated, tricked, swindled, deceived, conned, scammed, framed, shammed, shucked, and hustled mercilessly.
One friend said she bought a phone - didn't sign any form but left them her name on the warranty card, after all she already have a post-paid line - and suddenly about three weeks later she was notified by her telco that she had already agreed to sign up for a twelve months contract for a new corporate post-paid line. She had to go back to the same Ah Beng in Pertama, and when she could not find him, go to the telco's office to cancel her line, which costed her about RM150...
Another friend said he bought a handphone that was supposed to be new, but after a couple of days the set went bonkers - the speakers failed. He sent it for a check up and warranty claim, and found out that the warranty has expired for that particular set - yep, it was a second hand set that he bought - they just changed the housing, in fact he even found some messages in the Sent Items folder (stolen set!). Of course he tried to relocate the same Ah Beng and the same store from which he bought the phone, but both man and shop were gone...
A colleague also traded in his handphone and bought a set from an Ah Beng in Pertama. He went around all the shops, and found this one store selling the model he wanted for just RM20 lower than the rest of the store. The catch was, the charger was not included. And the charger costs about RM70...
But I had no choice but to go there recently - due to some dealings made by some people in my office with a certain phones distributor who has several shops there - and purchase one unit for the office.
And true enough - there were lots of conniving Ah Bengs there! One tried to sell me a second hand unit and I only found out after I checked the Sent Item folder (thank God I had heard my friend's story), and he also tried to sell me a unit sans the charger as well.
Another Ah Beng (at the same store, haiya, if only I could go to some respectable stores elsewhere and forget about the deal with the distributor!), when asked for a little discount simply wave me away called me crazy (lei kong meh ah, chi sin ah? pat chi so wai - hello, no use going to school in Ipoh and not learn how to cuss in Cantonese!). As if I don't know their competitors in Sg Wang sells it a bit cheaper (wish I could go there instead!)...
I gave up - called the guys at the office and said if they want the phone, just wait for the distributor to send one to us, no need to rush lah. If the review miss the mag's deadline, then so be it. And if due to that the distributor wishes to cancel advertising with us, take it as fated!
So to all reading my post - stay away from the Ah Beng phone resellers in Pertama! After all, pricing is similar if not cheaper in Sg Wang, and I bet the resellers there are more polite too.
One friend said she bought a phone - didn't sign any form but left them her name on the warranty card, after all she already have a post-paid line - and suddenly about three weeks later she was notified by her telco that she had already agreed to sign up for a twelve months contract for a new corporate post-paid line. She had to go back to the same Ah Beng in Pertama, and when she could not find him, go to the telco's office to cancel her line, which costed her about RM150...
Another friend said he bought a handphone that was supposed to be new, but after a couple of days the set went bonkers - the speakers failed. He sent it for a check up and warranty claim, and found out that the warranty has expired for that particular set - yep, it was a second hand set that he bought - they just changed the housing, in fact he even found some messages in the Sent Items folder (stolen set!). Of course he tried to relocate the same Ah Beng and the same store from which he bought the phone, but both man and shop were gone...
A colleague also traded in his handphone and bought a set from an Ah Beng in Pertama. He went around all the shops, and found this one store selling the model he wanted for just RM20 lower than the rest of the store. The catch was, the charger was not included. And the charger costs about RM70...
But I had no choice but to go there recently - due to some dealings made by some people in my office with a certain phones distributor who has several shops there - and purchase one unit for the office.
And true enough - there were lots of conniving Ah Bengs there! One tried to sell me a second hand unit and I only found out after I checked the Sent Item folder (thank God I had heard my friend's story), and he also tried to sell me a unit sans the charger as well.
Another Ah Beng (at the same store, haiya, if only I could go to some respectable stores elsewhere and forget about the deal with the distributor!), when asked for a little discount simply wave me away called me crazy (lei kong meh ah, chi sin ah? pat chi so wai - hello, no use going to school in Ipoh and not learn how to cuss in Cantonese!). As if I don't know their competitors in Sg Wang sells it a bit cheaper (wish I could go there instead!)...
I gave up - called the guys at the office and said if they want the phone, just wait for the distributor to send one to us, no need to rush lah. If the review miss the mag's deadline, then so be it. And if due to that the distributor wishes to cancel advertising with us, take it as fated!
So to all reading my post - stay away from the Ah Beng phone resellers in Pertama! After all, pricing is similar if not cheaper in Sg Wang, and I bet the resellers there are more polite too.
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
Gatal rhymes with Chagal
And I only said that because the Chagal will always remind me of the gatal-gatal I got after I saw his early works in that nice village restaurant up on a hill. The hill we trekked up when the wind was blowing a chill lower than 2 degree Celcius which made my skin go dry and all itchy.
Chagal and Picasso of course. After all the same restaurant was where they hung out and had their work hanged as payment for their food during their early days. But Picasso doesn't rhyme with gatal, so Chagal it is.
Gatal- gatal, is that all I can tell you about my recent adventure? Well, not quite. Can also tell you that:
1] Cote de Azur literally means "blue coast".
2] Cezanne managed to sit for a year of law school before devoting himself to art.
3] Wearing Converse shoes is a Parissien thing to do.
4] They may say tap water in Nice is drinkable, but really dude, tis not.
5] Three types of wine are usually served with meals, white, red and rose, but some people will only get Evian all the time (like me!).
6] The Charles De Gaulle airport is 40 minutes and 8 Euro away from central Paris, and we thought KLIA was bad!
7] Most perfume sold by popular brands like Issey Miyake, Gio and Ralph Lauren were made in Grasse, a small French-Riviera town located 30 minutes from Cannes, where some 2,000 men and women work in perfume factories.
8] French guys are not all tall, some are just about my height (5'4).
9] On the streets of Paris, Cannes, Nice and Aix en Provence, you'll see more dogs than cat. In fact if you didn't see any cat for a week, that's normal. And unfortunately you'll likely be less trendy than these dogs too, unless you wear Converse.
10] The French way to pronounce the designer brand YSL is "Ee Si Loghr-ghront" while La Croix sounded something more like "La Quah".
11] And yep tis true. The French hated it if you speak English. You'll get wrong directions, bad service and cold looks, so say Bonjour! then feel free to speak Malay.
Chagal and Picasso of course. After all the same restaurant was where they hung out and had their work hanged as payment for their food during their early days. But Picasso doesn't rhyme with gatal, so Chagal it is.
Gatal- gatal, is that all I can tell you about my recent adventure? Well, not quite. Can also tell you that:
1] Cote de Azur literally means "blue coast".
2] Cezanne managed to sit for a year of law school before devoting himself to art.
3] Wearing Converse shoes is a Parissien thing to do.
4] They may say tap water in Nice is drinkable, but really dude, tis not.
5] Three types of wine are usually served with meals, white, red and rose, but some people will only get Evian all the time (like me!).
6] The Charles De Gaulle airport is 40 minutes and 8 Euro away from central Paris, and we thought KLIA was bad!
7] Most perfume sold by popular brands like Issey Miyake, Gio and Ralph Lauren were made in Grasse, a small French-Riviera town located 30 minutes from Cannes, where some 2,000 men and women work in perfume factories.
8] French guys are not all tall, some are just about my height (5'4).
9] On the streets of Paris, Cannes, Nice and Aix en Provence, you'll see more dogs than cat. In fact if you didn't see any cat for a week, that's normal. And unfortunately you'll likely be less trendy than these dogs too, unless you wear Converse.
10] The French way to pronounce the designer brand YSL is "Ee Si Loghr-ghront" while La Croix sounded something more like "La Quah".
11] And yep tis true. The French hated it if you speak English. You'll get wrong directions, bad service and cold looks, so say Bonjour! then feel free to speak Malay.
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