Too old for Twitter

I noticed that sometimes I got really smart stuff to say on Twitter, but I end up not posting those because after a reread, it ain't that smart at all. But I'm glad that most of my short ideas to shout out to the world sounds, most of the time, not that original. I rather be not original than stupid.

I think a lot can be said about one's personality when Twitter comes into play. Forcing people to write short, Twitter has made me cultivate a habit of thinking twice before posting anything, because, at the risk of sounding stupid, I'd hate it if people know me so well.

Why should you want to know more about me than necessary? I'm a nobody, and I prefer to be a nobody. If you really wana know me, come see me. Does that mean I'm too old for the Twitter generation? Surely not, right? Not when I'm the one who grew up with Windows Me?

If anyone asks me about what I think of Twitter, I guess the way I see it is Twitter allows everyone to talk to anybody and tell something to everybody. They can chat up stars and politicians, read in their conversations, join a bunch of strangers discussing something, and tolerate those who can't even do it properly.

Do I want to be part of it? I guess it is like the real life. Sometimes you just want to say something, even if it is not original or/and stupid. So I guess yes, sometimes, no, most of the times. Does that tell you more about me?

OMG, new blog layout!

OK, OK, I may be a latecomer, now that I've gotten a short breather after that OMG moment. It's not the "OMG, something new" kinda OMG, but more like, "OMG, I'm finally doing something different to this blog after so many years of blogging on this cobweb-laden page!" kinda OMG, ya know?

Actually I logged in to post an entry - a bitchin' one that is - about Malaysian drivers who have no qualms about throwing rubbish on the roads. You know, start car, go a lil bit forward, oh! Throw a tissue paper with your snot on. Then go forward some more, oh! There's yesterday empty mineral water bottle, throw that too. Then red light, so stop. Oh! Feel like throwing something, so how about that lil dust of a thing that look so familiar but unwanted. Throw some more. You know, that kind of driver.

But I realised now that I've gotten myself a Twitter account, I can simply tweet, "Dear Malaysian driver, please do not throw rubbish while you wait for red light to turn green." In fact, I'll have a bit more characters left to add more comments to the above.

So I decided this entry would be less whiny, more productive, and a little sprinkle of luck as I change the face of the page.

Good luck myself. Heheheheheh.

Why I love the football season

Since my first Euro (the first in which I understood what off-side means), I've been enjoying the football season for a variety of reasons.

But this year's Euro, I'm enjoying it for a reason very different from before. You see being Malaysian, living in Klang Valley and being in my 30s, football season for me is a break from reality.

The sight of many men chasing a ball around the field is a pleasant one as opposed to watching men in yellow shirt doing the mob at Dataran Merdeka and Masjid Jamek area. (The one staged on the holy land nearly got all the Haj pilgrims booted out for this year's season!)

The sight of the referee chasing the men chasing the ball is way more exciting than the sight of a woman in black dress who said she's the wise voice of law yet dissed the police when her gathering went out of hand. (One time you angry with police, next you seek help from police, and you wonder why all you get is the smell of burgers on your dress?)

The sight of the infamous red card is way more pleasant than the headlines in newspaper about some student loan being freezed, then reinstated, given back to the people who never really appreciated the help before. (Heck when the loan giver offer them a chance to convert the loan into scholarship, some of them even argue that getting a 4.0 CGPA is not an attainable feat. Nevermind that some people managed to get 18, 19, or 20 straight A+s before, huh?)

I could go on. But I got a football match to catch.

Old friends, new stories

We had a potluck last Saturday, and boy it surprises each one of us that we've been friends since 1996. It's nice to note that most of us are still the same people, plus minus a few wrinkles... we are after all hitting mid 30s give or take a couple more years!

One of us will be furthering studies. Masters level, her second post-grad project, overseas. Wow.

One of us is in the midst of trying for a second kid. Wow oh wow.

One of us will be expanding her business. Triple wow.

.... Me?

Er, not doing anything special. Just getting by. Very content with the way things are. Still the cabuk reporter who's not even aiming to get promoted or gaining recognition in any way.

Do I wanna further studies? No? Why not? I'm lazy in that sense. I want to learn new things, but I'd hate the commitment to classes and exams. If I do go back to studies, can I learn how to blow glass in that furnace thing and make some nice chandeliers? Can I learn that in a week? I've always wanted a skill that can train me patience.

Do I wanna go overseas? No? Why not? Cause it reminds me of work. When I have to go overseas, many a times that means leaving my family behind. And I'd be thinking of them each time I eat the expensive meals and sleep in the posh hotel my sponsors provide. If I do go overseas, can I take my family and learn how to blow glass into nice things while they enjoy their morning coffee? Can I go, learn and enjoy the country in a month? I've always dreamt of taking a break from my job that way.

Do I want to try for a second kid? Not right now? Why not? Cause I don't think I'm that good at mothering just yet. If I do try for a second kid, can I go overseas where at the same time I get to learn how to blow glass into nice things, enjoy the country then bring back a foreign maid with me? Can I go to China and do that? I've always wanted to brush up my Mandarin.

Do I want to do something else for a living? No? Why not? Cause my work is actually more play than anything else. If I do switch careers, can I become a receptionist? Can I go overseas, learn how to blow glass into nice things, enjoy the country and earn a living doing something that warrants no worries? Maybe after I've brushed up my Mandarin, then I'll be a trilingual addition to any company...

Naah.

I like how things are.

If I continue the way I'm living now, I'd probably not accomplish much. Not contributing much, beyond being an environmentally conscious and a nice neighbour.

Must I make a mark in this world? If I die, must I be remembered for what I've achieved? Are they going to write "Siti Rosman, Pullitzer prize winner, MBA, PHD, saviour of white striped Asian eel, owner of 2,032 strong Starbuxie franchise" on my tombstone?

Probably not... Cause even if they want to, I'd doubt if they'd be able to, cause I ain't doing all that... for now.

Who knows, maybe things will change. Maybe my perspective on life will change once I hit the 40s. Maybe suddenly the moment I hit 40, I'd want people to know me, what I've done, where I've been, who I've met, what awards and accolodates I've achieved (read: mid-life crisis).

Frampton Nuttel, revisited

I was just talking about good stuff I've read with a colleague, and somehow the name Frampton Nuttel came up. Can't believe I get to tell the story of how Frampton got spooked by a simple country kid again!

Have you read The Open Window? No? Read it! You'll love it!

Maniac

This morning I saw for the first time something that even the most experienced mat rempit would shy away from.

One motorcyclist was doing the macarena with his hand while riding a kapcai (small motorbike) like he's as immortal as Edward Cullen, terrorising the middle and fast lanes, making car drivers jam their foot on the brakes.

Nearly causing cars and other bikes bump into each other, I saw the maniac swerving left and right - I truly suspect he's either drunk or high on something - and I waited. I waited for something to happen.

Then it happened.

Nope, he did not crash.

Nope, he did not stop.

In fact, the other motorists simply drove away from him, and the road parted in front of him like it did in Bruce Almighty (you know, the movie with Jim Carrie and Jennifer Aniston).

So did he make full use of the opportunity?

You guessed right. He didn't.

He simply switched lane, zipping about as he goes, and began to terrorise the other motorists on the slower lanes pulak.

Like I said, maniac.

CP+2012

I know I should be posting about CP+ 2012 sooner, but like I said, some new policies are crampin my bloggin here. I'm not gonna rant about who launched what, cause I'm sure by now you've read about 'em elsewhere.

In any case, I still would like to put it on record that Camera & Photo Imaging Show 2012 (CP+2012) is one event I really would like to attend again in the future. I wish you all were there with me.

The event was held from 9-12 February at Pacifico Yokohama. The event location is a lot like Putrajaya, a lot of big buildings surrounding it, and you hardly see anyone on the street. CP+2012 was held in a building that feels a lot like Kuala Lumpur Convention Centre.

You'd be impressed with the good VIP folks who officiated the event. They were punctual, even when some of the VIPs had to come with tongkat and walking aid to make it to the stage. Four speeches, all Japanese, none of them long, each given with enough excitement and emotion that you sort of get the idea that they were very glad to be there, to be part of the event, and that the event is an important one in so many levels.

You'd be impressed with the organiser. Though there were few documents in English and almost all the signages were in Japanese, they make it up by putting up floor plans and arrows to lead the clueless like me. The ushers were also helpful, they try hard to give you that very spot to capture that shots you need of the exhibition, lead you to people who could translate, and most importantly, give press two hours to properly go through the exhibition before opening it to public.

I went into the minimalist press room, and got some brochures and press kits in English. The managers there also gave me the Wi-Fi password, a locker and key and a URL where I can find more CP+ info in English which was updated daily.

You'd be impressed with the exhibitors. The promoters welcome you to their booth, lead you to the most exciting part first so that you won't miss their most important offering. They too hardly speak English, but those who can stayed with you patiently with the kind of interest to make you feel like you are the only one visiting their booth, and answered your question as best as they can. None of them said, "Don't know?" or "Not sure." Even the girls who were handing leaflets do it with vim and uber politeness, and when they do not understand you, they try again and again to get some ideas of what you are talking about.

I'm glad I got the chance to see all the new Nikon cameras a day before, as the crowd lining up to see D800 and D800E was very, very long. Besides Nikon's activities I spent a long time at Canon's booth, Olympus product demo, the Sony gallery, the Casio fashion show, the Pentax's photoshoot... I also talked to the SD Association and CF/XQD booth reps for a trends story. Some of the journos went to all the booth to collect the cute stuff they were giving away. No pens, no lanyards. A lot of bags, memory cards, thumb drives and Hello Kitty-ish stuff. (The guys in the team dumped a number of stuff to me, as some of the giveaways were deemed too perempuan (girlish) for their liking. Being the only rose among the thorn, I took em lah.)

You'd be impressed with the mainly Japanese crowd. Thousands of them came early, waited patiently and entered courteously. No mob, no running, no pushing, no queue cutting, no being impolite to others. It's hard to imagine the PC Fair crowd to be like this.

The show is not the biggest tech expo I've been to, there were only over 120 exhibitors. But their offerings were extensive and 55 new products were introduced for the first time there. As for accessories, the kind of things you see, you don't get to see a lot of them here, let alone under one roof like that. 65,120 people came to the show, which ran over 4 days, which is 130% increase from last year.

I was tempted to buy some lens filter and those soft silicone straps for my Olympus PEN. But I just could not afford it. So I hope next year I'll be there again, richer not to mention fitter.

This Chicken wanna strangle those Siths

The dark side. Yep, the one Darth Vader got into. You know, the Jedi turned Sith. Only some of them dark side fellas were never a Jedi to begin with, nor are they as good as a Sith potrayed in the Phantom Menace.

You see, us Chickens have to face these Siths everyday, and most of them are as fake as the LV bags you can find at Chinatown. They look good, say nice things, but overall, no essence, no quality. No wonder my aunts still go to those expensive boutique stores for their handbags. If I have that much money, I'd prolly do the same.

The thing is with these Siths, they ask a lot from you. Even when you're hardly a Farmer nor his henchman. They just don't get that we're just Chickens. Ones who lay eggs for the Farmer to use or abuse.

The other thing about these Siths, some of them are not only stupid, but they're rude too. The rude part makes me sick the most. Having been a Chicken for ten years now, I get that some of them are just beginning and learning still, but once in a while when This Chicken meets those so called experienced Siths and they still act dumb and bodoh sombong about it, that just don't rub me the right way.

Maybe I'm just being, as one friend put it, a "cantankerous otai Chicken". Too old to put up with nonsense. The ones who keep saying, "I don't remember being that stupid or rude at that age."

Or it's just me having hormone imbalance.

In any case, I feel like slaying some Siths with my lightsaber. Where's my lightsaber again?

Owh man.

Addiction to the point of...

Two friends gave me new perspectives on the word "addiction" today.

Early in the morning a friend called apologising for not picking up my call last night. I thought it was magnanimous of her to do so, as she usually text if she's busy, and she knows I won't hold it against her.

Turns out she has news to share, and it was of her younger brother who had just gotten out of jail for drug abuse. "I worry about his addiction, how long he'll stay clean. That's why last night we were out at this health therapy place, where they promise to help him build a stronger self to fight the addiction."

One guy once told me that only 1 in 100 ex-addict gets the full-recovery batch. Others tend to stay clean, then relapse, then clean again, then they go for harder/softer drugs, depending on how easy it is to get supplies. He said, "Even when you're clean, the longing is there. It's like missing the love of your life, and once you know the feeling of being in fantasy land, like Peter Pan, you'd want to return and get lost in it once again. And you tell yourself, just this one time, and that one time tend to last."

Later in the office, another friend shows up with a pair of new shoes. "It was RM559, and I got it for RM55.90. Tangs was having a sale!"

"You're such a lucky shopper!" retorts another colleague.

"You're such a bad influence!" goes my reply.

"What to do, tis my addiction..."

Don't you just wish it is as easy as that. Stay away from drugs. It'll kill your loved ones first, then, if you're lucky, it'll kill you.

Better, luckier

Last year was OK for me. I mean, I didn't think it had that many episodes that I can't roll over and forget about it after a day of brooding, and I had lots of cool stuff happening to me and my family so overall, it was OK.

I think this year will be better. And I'm gonna be luckier.

Last year, I did one or two things that I did feel 'kembang' (proud) internally. So this year, I'm gonna do more of those.

Last year, I managed to control myself a tad better with the help of understanding family and friends of course, so this year, I'm gonna try and be better at that on my own.

Last year, a few lucky episodes (e.g deciding not to take train then found out commuters got stuck for hours on the news, was at the right place at the right time, won lucky draws, got the part time maid to agree to come do my house eventhough my request was very last minute). This year, more!

2012 is going to be a great year!

Feels just like UiTM all over again

If you studied, or even visited just one time the UiTM (formerly ITM), you would likely have an inkling what the security guards there are like.

Anal.

Superlatively anal.

Anal-itical.

Anal-icious to death.

Yep. They are the little Napoleans we all love to hate, and the give us more than enough reasons to do so.

Today at the coop I nearly got caught by the security guards for not complying to a little rule they've recently enforced.

And I fibbed (OK told 'em half truths).

I ran. I stowed away behind a friend.

I just didn't want to be caught. I've gone through enough times back in UiTM scribbling my name in the little black book belonging to numerous security guards there for breaking rules.

I'm don't want to start that here. I don't want to be in inked on anyone's book as an offender. As the pompuan who did not do this/that.

But I think they'll remember my face. I've been here too long to go unnoticed. I'm one of those faces that read, "You can intimidate me. You can make me do your bidding. You can show me just how powerful you are."

Oh crap. I think I'm in trouble. Should I start wearing make-up?

RIP Simoncelli

As a follower of MotoGP I'm not sure what to post here about the recent death of agressive, young rider, Marco Simoncelli.

I call him Rossi's brother cause they kinda look the same at one point (back when Simoncelli has slightly shorter hair and Rossi was doing his big hairdo). They even share a couple notable traits when it comes to competing: be brave, push the limits.

Yet IMHO a stark difference between these two riders is the fact that one is calculative, the younger one relies a lot on luck and faith. OK, it's not like Rossi has not crashed before. All of them do. Him, Simoncelli, Stoner, Hayden, Edwards, Pedrosa (oh who could forgot this year's incident that got some folks riled up when only Simoncelli was penalised... but I wouldn't go out to defend his "dangerous manouvre" either cause I'm not a rider, let alone a pro one)... who am I to judge?

All things aside, Simoncelli is a great rider. I mean, was.

Rest in peace.

p/s: A colleague of mine started a conversation about how the world is getting more grim, and the grim reaper is bla bla bla... (I was mentally blocking my ears and singing the Sesame Street theme song by then)...

Count with Sesame Street

My first love when it comes to Sesame Street is the Count. I mean, Batty Bat is simply classic. But John John count or what?



I feel like a kid once again!

"Undi la... Jangan tidur!"

I heard about Pete Teo's video fiasco, and took my time before viewing the Undilah clip at YouTube. Why? Cause I'm not sure whether I'll like it or not, or whether I'm ready for it or not.

When I finally did minutes ago, I guess I've come to a few observations:

1. I didn't like Namewee's rapping. It's still as terrible as his first infamous video. They should've gotten my favourite rapper, the Ipoh-mali Point Blanc. I mean, what a cutie...! Looks aside he is a damn good rapper!

2. I love it that they chose Ku Li to start the video. Those who's been dissing why they chose Ku Li over other BN faces eg Khairi Jamaluddin etc should read up on Ku Li's history, find out what he has done for the country, his struggles, his journey first, then figure out if your comments fit.

3. Nurul Izzah DO have a personality. Though they had to feature her in many frames before the personality finally showed up (vs Wardina who only needed a couple to shine), it is cool to see her act her age, remind people that she is one young leader who has potential to serve the country better.

4. I think the video should go on mainstream media - if the cheap-looking-video of N.D. Lala singing a tribute to our PM can be given airtime, why shouldn't this neat piece of PSA? I'm sure the catchy message will reach out to those who have not voted before to do so. It's strong, but not preachy, OK a bit preachy but for the right reason, right?

So how about a look at the video yourself?

Bad, or too bad?

This morning as I rush to a 9AM event I'm supposed to attend, I was confronted by the inevitable - traffic jam - which got worse as I check my watch.

I thought of taking a bus to main KL, and there are buses that stop right where I needed to be at, but as minutes pass I knew I had to take a cab if I want to reach the place on time.

I looked to my left and I saw a girl wearing a uniform of a cosmetic brand of which I happen to know has a shop near my destination. I dediced to go green and offer her to carpool, on my expense, of course.

I said to her, "Scusi miss, are you going to main KL cause I'm running late and I want to grab a cab, you wanna join me? I'll pay no worries."

She immediately gave me a spooked look. I tried again, "It's just that a cab fare is expensive and it's really not worth it if I'm the only one in it, since you look like you're heading that way too, I thought I'd just offer.."

"No." That's all she said, still looking as if I've just told her I'm converting her into my personal drug mule.

I said, "OK then, have a nice day."

A cab rolled by just in time for me to crash in, and the moment my butt made contact with the soft seat inside the spankin' new Saga FL taxi, it started to rain. As the cab swiftly head out to the highway, the rain poured harder and harder, making me think of the girl I spoke to at the bus stop and her nice rebonded hair and full make up.

I supposed I gotta respect her for not taking my offer - she may be just scared of things that seems to good to be true. A free ride in a comfy cab all the way to workplace could easily turn into a get-scammed-by-a-nice-lady-then-get-robbed-in-the-cab-by-the-boyfriend.

Wow, is that what we've come to? That folks in the urban area like KL need to be suspicious of others and it is harder now to be nice to people?

Too bad.

Anyway I got to the event I was supposed to attend. It started late, but it finished earlier than I had expected. So I decided to head to my actual workplace using public transport as it was near lunch time and traffic outside still did not look favourable.

As I head down to the nearest train station, a few promoters stopped me and offered brochures, while others hand out free samples.

Then a girl stopped me and asked if I can spare her 15 minutes to take a survey and try their new hand cream product which comes in four variety. "So sorry but I really don't have the time," I said without looking up.

"It's really not that long, you just put a bit in your hand and give us the feedback after letting your skin absorb it for two minutes, so four variety, 8 minutes only and a few more to write your feedback on the form. We'll give you a RM50 voucher to spend at our shop after you are done," she insisted.

I turned to her to decline once again, and whaddaya know, it was the girl at the bus stop. Her hair's all tied up now and looking a bit damped, obviously she got caught in a bit of a rain on her way to work.

I contemplated between saying no again just to spite her, or say yes just to prove to her I'm one of the few good guys left in this alam yang fana (read: pathetic world we live in).

Just as I was about to give her my answer, my mobile phone buzzed and the SMS from my superior flashed on screen, WHERE ARE YOU?

He's always asking me that each time it slipped that he sent me to attend events. Ah well. Not that I was going to say yes anyway.

And Michael Jackson sings,

Because I'm bad, I'm bad-come on

(Bad bad-really, really bad)

You know I'm bad, I'm bad-you know it

(Bad bad-really, really bad)

You know I'm bad, I'm bad-come on, you know

(Bad bad-really, really bad)

And the whole world has to answer right now

Just to tell you once again

Who's bad?

Hmm..

Kempunan Pizza Hut's Chunky Loaded

I'm not sure if there's a English word for "kempunan". Roughly translated it means a craving not satisfied and that it leaves a sense of sorrow that might stay in your heart forever as whatever it was the person craved for may no longer be available in the future.

It's like a 90 old woman craving for her grandma's homemade chocolate chip cookies... Or Jackie O craving for JFK's omelette... (er they're both dead so that means I'm raving, didn't have my coffee yet..)

OK, maybe I should've stopped at craving not satisfied... but if you've seen the film Batu Belah Batu Bertangkup, you'd know that Pekan and Melur's mom took her kempunan heart to her death... ngap!

In any case, my little kempunan story has got to do with Pizza Hut. And it's latest pizza variation, the Chunky Loaded Pizza.

Last night I thought it's been several days of rice, and I needed a break. So at 7.30 I contacted the usual number 1300882525... waited... got someone to talk to me and the guy redirected me to a PHD number, 1399822020.

Had to call the second time, and by 7.34 after hearing the current promotions four times I managed to get the line picked up by a human.

All that trouble and the guy on the line told me, "Chunky Loaded kita tak deliver la kak. Kakak datang restoren la." (We don't deliver Chunky Loaded. Come to the restaurant la.)

Why? The guy do not know why PHD do not deliver Chunky Loaded.

So I decided since I've gone through all the hassle, by hook or by crook I'm gona eat some pizza anyhow.

I asked for the value set. It's supposed to come with a regular pizza, two canned drinks and a choice of four chicken something or two bowls of mushroom soup. I made my order and the guy told me to allow for 30 minutes for the delivery. OK. By the time I hanged up, it was 7.40.

I went on with a bit of chores then realised at 8.15 that my pizza is late. I gave it another 5 minutes and made a call to enquire. "Kak our rider has left and he will be arriving soon, please give it another five to ten minutes?"

"OK."

But 15 minutes passed on and still no pizza.

I called again and told him that it's been nearly an hour since I ordered my pizza.

"Kak it seems here the rider has left and we're not sure if he's arrived," said the PHD guy.

"The reason I called is to tell you that he hasn't. If my pizza's here I would not be calling, no?"

"But our rider has left."

"I'm really hungry now and the kids are furious. So I'd like to cancel my order," I replied, not really interested in pizza anymore at this point.

"Cancel? Cancel. OK la cancel ya."

"OK thank you." And I waited for a bit in case the guy wants to apologize or offer me a discount coupon for my next order, but nothing. I hanged up.

After a trip out with the boys for some street side burgers, at 10.30 around about I received a call from an unknown number.

"Kak, this is Pizza Hut, were you the one who orders a value meal earlier?"

"Yes, why?"

"So macamana ni kak?" (So how now?)

"The boys got really hungry and furious, I just got back from a trip out for burgers. I made three calls and canceled the order after waiting for over an hour for the delivery."

"Oh cancel ya? Sorry, we had problems bla bla bla bla. That's why I called you back. So how now?"

"If you want to deliver now for free, I'll take it."

"We'll see how. We're still sorting out the problems bla bla bla bla."

"OK when you can deliver, call me. And I don't want to pay for it."

"OK we'll try," said the guy before we cut the line. Again, a tiny flicker of hope materialised in me.

Maybe I can sahur with the pizza, thought this stupid little person who thinks the world still gives her a damn.

I bet you can guess how the story ends.

I case you can't, I'll tell you this: The world doesn't give a damn and Pizza Hut just got me all kempunan...

Selamat Hari Raya

Hi there,

This Chicken would like to wish everyone Selamat Hari Raya & Maaf Zahir Batin.

Cheers!

Don't go to the streets, go online

It's quite a read, Malaysian bloggers and netizens today, so much so I got slurped into the topic concerning Penang's ban on al-Quran recitals over loudspeakers in the morning.

You can immediately see who's thinking, and who's simply talking cock. I just hope the work of the forum moderators at all the media sites (lefties, righties, got aah anyone being totally unbiased?) will get easier - but for this to happen I guess they'd be praying for Malaysians to read and proof their comments before clicking that Submit Comment button - hmm.

As I read on, I can't help but laugh out loud when I came across a Greenpeace-wannabe prosecutes both those who support having the recitals done as well as those who opposed. He/She commented that those who support are contributing to sound pollution "which is damaging to our ears" at the same time accused those who opposed being likely joss stick burners and papier-mache makers - who in turn are "encouraging serious, repetitious air pollution", adding that like many people his/her age, this person will "do away with the burning and stop teaching children to waste paper for senseless burning". Wow. Talk about arguing from all facets. I takut... hahahah - now you see why I kept reading those comments?

Another netizen also asked if anyone knowns a good sound-proofing contractor as he/she lives next to a temple that "must have bells made from sound hell". Muah hah hah!

However I'm glad to see these folks airing their complaints via these effective and impactful channels instead of going to the streets.

I can hear you guys more clearly this way.

Kamon la Harian Metro...

For some odd reason, whenever I got nothing better to do I read the newspaper. OK lah, not reading as in reading, more like reading as in flipping.

I love the NST page on celebrities (that one odd page 40) and I like Harian Metro's Info Minda. But today's Info Minda is a real... kick-ass! I don't know if I should laugh or feel insulted instead.

You decide.

If you can't make it out, the info-of-the-day provided reads (and translates to) "The horse has more bones than human."

C'mon la Joe!

Chicken staying put

Lately there's been talk in the Coop about certain Chickens elevating themselves into Chicken2 (read: Chicken to the power of 2 or simply, Chicken-Chicken) level. Heard those who did not deserved to get the rank got them, while those who has been focusing solely on farting eggs along with other deadwood did not. Heard those who did get elevated are mostly loved by Other Farmers, Barbarians and others who possess the special power to elevate.

So what's in it for This Chicken? What does it all mean?

It means shit, really. Not in the shit Oh-shit! kinda way, more like shit nothing and shit who cares, if you know what I mean. And This Chicken is not alone. A few more just like This Chicken, also do not mind at all if we're not called Chicken2. It doesn't matter if we've delivered golden eggs before and Farmers just don't recognise the value of having a Golden Chicken like us....

As long as we're left alone, we're OK.