Thursday, April 27, 2006

Briyani, Michaelangelo, Pakistan & Bollywood

Earlier today, April 26th, after office hrs, time was aprox 1915LT, i was waiting for BK (not banana kaya you idiots, its BK, my friend) in this restaurant named Real Nasi ntah apa apa ntah Briyani, here in KL, somewhere near Maju Junction, nothing great about the food, really. I was sitting and waiting for both BK and my teh ais, had dad's camera with me today, Why? Im too lazy to explain. Lets skip that. Its a 10 or more year old Canon EOS1000F/n SLR camera.

And came this two Pakistan guys to the table that i was seated, they work there, one was some Bollywood whore hero looking, and the other one looks like Michaelangelo, not the artiste, but the ninja turtle. I noticed Michaelangelo was sweeping the floor earlier.

Bollywood Hero : You speak Hindi? ( i was like what the fuck for?)

Me
: No, i dont know Hindi. (Man, my bollywood hero like looks can be really deceiving eh?, ok I'll stop here, i know thats too much.)

Michaelangelo : How much is this crap Canon? Its a good camera. (perfect English he speaks)

Me: Ow, its an old one, its about RM1500 about 10 years ago.

Michaelangelo : Its a good camera, i have 2 Canons myself, one T90, and one more Canon A1, I know about Canons alot because photography was my profession back in Bota Kanan Pakistan. How come there's no market for second hand cameras over here? Everything is new...bla bla bla

Me: o.O (holy crapness)

And Michaelangelo continued sweeping the floor.

See, my mistake was i underestimated Mr. kura kura ninja turtle, but really, how would i know that this guy could speak decent English, he sounded really professional and educated too, he's a photographer (or he was, i dont know). But it really hit me to see him sweeping the floor here in Malaysia. I really pity these people, some of them are really educated, bastard have like double and triple degrees but they turned out to be sweeping and wiping tables here simply because they couldnt find a job in their motherland, its all about survival, they need money desperately, for their family and all. I knew this dude who make drinks in a restaurant near my college, about 3 years ago, a young guy, later i found out he has 2 degrees, one in Hotel Management and another one in Business Admin if im not mistaken. He's working here for shitty 500 bucks. Man, i pity them. Asian countries really need a change.

I suppose we should be really thankful with what we have over here in Malaysia, at least situations are not as bad as some countries like Pakistan, India and also the overnight celebrity Bangladesh.

On another event thats totally not relevant to this post, i had 77 hits in the past 24 hrs. I really wonder who's reading? But 77 is a good start, so yeah...Weeee! :D



Michaelangelo is the one in red. orange. (thanks lime!)


Really, no illegal immigrants were hurt or were made fun during the process of writing this post.

Out!

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

V. Bharani Kumar B.IT CSU Australia...weee!



The day was Sunday, 23rd of April, 2006, my dearest friend, my best buddy, my sidekick and my brother, BK (again, its not Burger King you dumbass) finally graduated. He's from HELP. He has got a degree in some cutting grass computer crap. He did not study properly, that much i can tell you. Bwahaha. Sorry mike, i just had to. :)

Okay so I am gonna skip whatever happened throughout the ceremony as most of you already know what happened and shit. Oh yeah, it was in Shangri-La, Jln Sultan Ismail, KL. All the 3 floors were infested with chimps chicks. Really. And so after the ceremony, we (5 of us, including BK & me) went to Restoran OK, in Jalan Barat, PJ, you know..near Olympia College. The session started with 3 of us initially, the other 2 had something else to do. God knows what. So the starter was :-

  • Jack Daniel's 37.5cl (thats half of 75cl) x 2
  • 1 Guinness Stout (for me for me..yaay!)
  • Dried chilli dugong chicken
  • Endless amount of love *shy*

Then came the other 2 brothers, let me just summarize what happened after that.

  1. BK was the first one to get drunk. It was his day, so he deserves it
  2. Puked twice, and the sound he made when he puked. Priceless, could scare small children even old ladies away. Its was this roaring aircraft sound with a tint of mental illness. I knew how it sounded because i followed him to make sure he doesnt end up with his foot in the toilet bowl thinking that it leads to Hong Kong.
  3. Sentimental period went on for a bit, a little bit of tears and confession and so on.(only 2 were participating, the rest of us were eating fish :D) (Awwww) Not gay kinda shit. Let me make that clear.
  4. A total of 8 Tiger beers, 1 Guinness Stout, 2 JD were consumed. Thats not alot for 5 of us, only 2 got drunk, one was BK, the other creature guy was quite drunk too, we knew because he told us.
  5. They did not let me drink much, since i was driving, allright, fair enough.
  6. Chicken, fish and squid were the victims for the night. Count in an immigrant too.
  7. Someone had to pick almost a fight with the immigrants who was working there, reason? Bastards forgot about our chilli dugong chicken! But nothing happened.
  8. We were all freaking happy :)

So, the reunion after..uhm 2 weeks or so, went on pretty well, lots of conversation, lots of insults, food and also booze strengthen bond between all of us i guess, the conclusion is, we were happy that he finally got his dreadlocks degree and made his parents proud. The look on their face was really priceless. BK is a great guy, and mike you better stay he fuckin same. We all love you, and congrats on your new relationship as well *winks*. God bless you both always. :) Pics?
Here we go : -


No immigrants were harmed during the ceremony.




Out!

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Diploma in Multimedia Production...Just a piece of paper?

Yuo suopurt publick edukasyen? Read on...


Some of you, i suppose most of my friends who read my blog knows that im a graphic artist by profession. Arts has always been my passion, my obsession, hobby and headache. I started of designing after looking at my 13 year old cousin messing massively with photoshop, i was 15, and that was the age i ever touched a computer for the very first time. I dont know why, but i got obsessed with solitaire Photoshop at that age, curiosity explains it, and the version was 5.5, and yes i messed with it in depth, constantly looking for online tutorials (theres a million online) and try to come up with something everyday, soon i got the hang of it and i looked at it from a considerably serious perspective. Graphic design was my new found obsession, the age was 17. I somewhat mastered Photoshop (scale 7.5/10) at the age of 17.


And soon came the typical shit, koko krunch college, and i wanted to get a dipshit diploma at least in the field that i love. After quite a bit of survey, i managed to shortlist one college, let the name remain anonymous. *groans* My course wasnt just a graphic design course, it was Multimedia Production, whatever fuck that means. Its mainly about sleepless nights and endless amount of nicotine candy, you crack your brain so much, you wish you could've take up something else like hotel management of some shit to do with bomba. But it was all good, i survived and graduated in September 2003. My diploma costed me RM 20 k, twenty fuckin grands, for how long you ask? 20 months, so its literally 1k a month. End of the day, i think i could do with my life without the 20k diploma. I'll tell you why:-

  1. 2 tools that i need the most, Adobe Illustrator and Photoshop ( i learnt nothing in college, Photoshop, they taught me all the stuff i figured out years ago, Illustrator? they didnt know it even existed) - both this tools, i mastered, how? self taught.
  2. 5 interviews i have been in my life so far, ive got all of the job,*fulamak, proud!* i declined one, and believe it or not, none of these people even bothered to ask me which institution i am from, or even whether i have a diploma or a degree, nothing. All they asked was 'Can i see your underwear work?' Because end of the day, that what matters. I've seen alot of LUCT graduates, their work looks like shit. No offends. Typical design graduates, they have no passion, thats the problem.
  3. The diploma didnt supply whatever criteria the market seeks.
  4. And fuck, there were'nt any chicks in the college.
Sometimes i really feel i wasted so much of time and money on the diploma i did, im applying what i learnt by myself in my daily job tasks. I guess its too late to regret it, but im quite sure i can do the same shit what im doing now without my 20k diploma. The feeling when i collected the cert from my colleges office is priceless. I was like 'So this is the shit that costs me 20k?' A piece of yellow A3 sized paper with a massively bitched up signature of some Australian kanggaroo jackass which did nothing good over the 3 years period of time. I never showed the cert to any of the interviewers simply because they didnt ask, why? Because they dont give a flying fuck where youre from and what your qualification is, its just the matter of your designwork, your creativity speaks, your portfolio will do the job, the rest are useless.

I think the diploma in my field is useless, unless you beg to differ. Just my 2 cents :)


Kangaroo


Out!


Monday, April 17, 2006

Americans!

Typical American fast food order :-


  • 2 large beef pepperoni pizzas - triple pepperoni, double cheese
  • 3 large flies fries
  • 3 portions of fried chicken
  • and a DIET coke.


Like really, what the fuck for? Diet? Right.






Out!

Sunday, April 16, 2006

The Job


People! I blogged about the new job i got and the one week observation period earlier, oh yes! i made it through, so now i can say i really got the job. Im so happy :), so yeah..Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!


And PIC, thanks for everything again. :)




Out!

Friday, April 14, 2006

Ow my dearest P.I.C (you know what it stands for)

She just came without a warning, i was really down at one point and i thought tommorow's never gonna get any better than today. I was wrong, . She put a smile on my face the very first time i started talking to her, thru MSN that is. No, she's not the girl im in love with or something (there isnt any though), need to make a point so you wont get the wrong idea but im talking about my newfound friend, my partner in crime, my close buddy, someone who i can really connect and talk for hours without getting bored at any point. Lets just call her she.

I'll just get to the point allright, she's prolly the most interesting person i have ever came across in such a long long time. And im grateful that i found her, she took away all the sadness and heartache i had in just like 2 days. Diverted me pretty well. I wasnt sure if she knew i was feeling down and all, but i guess its all good. Lets see what is she like...

She's funny, well funny is an understatement. She can make me laugh in 0.3 seconds

She's sarcastic, in a good way, and i like the way she spits her words out without mercy:D

She's caring, yes, something happened in the process of me getting a job, and she holds big
responsibility on that matter.

She's a good listener, and a great motivator.

She's has a nice funny way of talking.

She's pretty straightforward, all the time.

She's cute, but never admits, and im sure the rest of the world would agree on this statement, that if you know her of course.

She's can make me lose my face in 3 seconds flat.

She's a gangster wannabe.Bwahaha

She's a well balanced person, not wild not too culturally inclined. Just nice!

She's beautiful, in and out. She wont agree with this either.



Though i have only known her for a month, yes a month, but we connected pretty well, and i have only met her 3 times. I dont write stuff like this, and i have never expressed how much i value friendship to anyone at all, i never do that, thats just not me, but i guess im writing this just to let her know at least how grateful i am that she's my true friend. Oh, and i didnt swear on this post..haha. So, She, i know you'll be reading this sooner or later, all i wanna say is, thanks for being such a great person, a great friend and a my partner in crime ;). God bless u always!













...and, truly exceptional, she is. Period.



Out!

Thursday, April 13, 2006

Coders

Above, a coder.


Allright, these buggers are downright annoying, coder, dimwits, coders are computer panda programmers, they claim to be logic thinkers, but theyre not even close to anything logic or even sane, fine i do admit there are some sane, cool, human like coders but they are one in 3 million, like MARS , he's prolly the only coder that i know who can be considered normal and nice and cool (buy me beer bitch) And most of these buggers are from JinJang India.

Lets see, i met this dude, where and how, trust me you wouldnt wanna know, BK saw him twice, both the times he was trying so hard not to laugh, rude? I dont think so. He's a coder allright, from India, sigh, he is like a computer, he generates answers when a question is pointed, then he shuts up and never speak a word, until you give a new task, he answers and shuts the fuck up. Its annoying, like a freaking interview or sumthing. This guy is not normal, he sits down and have this facial reaction of deciphering eggs codes even when there is no computer is front of him. He walks with his head down, like he is shy to see anything besides monitors. Im not being mean here, i just dont get the idea why most of then are like that, really. Mars, tell me man, does the freaking codes fuck your brains up in the process on learning it? Or its just the way it is? Coders - Retards. Youre not Mars. :)

We need coders, no doubt, MARS had assisted me alot on modifying this blogpage's coding and shit, he tells me without thinking, i really respect that, rtuly impressed the way he teaches, codes just pops out from his head. Hats off. But its scary to ask the rest of the conmen coders for anything, lets see what happens when a coder chats with a idiot nigga wannabe via real time chat client/software :-

Tupackrishan ( the nigga)
:.NameOneTwo (the coder)

Tupackrishan - hey yo yo yo yawwwwwwwww, suppp my one two one two check!
who's in da hse yo!!

NameOneTwo -
uhm...
{}
public:
int StartYourEngines(
Engine& rSomeEngine,
Engine& rAnotherEngine);-{}
}

Tupackrishan -
Tha fark nigga? start yer engines? yer mama's a racer or sumshit?
nam' sayin, ima kill you iddy biddy mafakka wut! ASL nigga, gimme da shit!
Who dat who dattttttttt!!

NameOneTwo - err class Test
{{}
public:
void DoSomething(StatusInfo& rStatus);
StatusInfo& rStatus();
const StatusInfo& Status() const;
private:
StatusInfo& mrStatus;()()
}
{

Tupackrishan - Tha heck you crapping mafakka! Status fuckin info private? Mistah Status?
What fuckin name is that nigga! uzbekistan is where you belong biatch!

NameOneTwo - err..gtg >_>
enum PinStateType
{}} _
PIN_OFF


See? I went overboard, yes but this is prolly how they look at the chat conversation window, always wondering whats the code behind these chat windows, man they're screwed. These guys are intelligent, but intelligent people are always fucked, the real intelligent ones, the one who pushes the brains capacity limit.

And i have been really busy with the new toy job, no time to blog

:( This is sad.

Out!


Thursday, April 06, 2006

Hari pertama kerjaku di Pusat Bandar Kuala Lumpur


WARNING
: The following post will be in Bahasa Melayu, immigrants, stay away.


Walaupun aku masih terlelap di katilku, kedengaran lagu yang teramat merdu sekali di dalam mimpiku, Aik? Magik? entahlah, baru kusedar lagu yang kedengaran sejak sepuluh minit yang lalu bukanlah lagu yang di dendangkan oleh Siput Sarawak mahupun Carlos Santana, tetapi 'alarm' dari telefon bimbit yang berada di bawah bantalku. Hari yang gembira menantimu, bisik.... hmm takde sape la..saje jer..

Okay i cant take this, its been 6 years since i wrote anything decent in BM, its rusty, totally. So yeah, i woke up and got ready for work. Time was 0645LT, i left home y 0715LT. This was the first time ever im driving to Kepong KL at this hour, and i gotta tell you, the traffic is disasterous. Pure madness, freaking cars are everywhere, and lots of lady drivers, they just dont belong to the road for Christ's sake. Damn Samy. Thanks for the faster route with 3 tolls, thats like friggin RM4.50 - one way only. That i were to use Kesas highway all the way to KL. Im no millionaire, so i chose the classic way, Federal 'jammedfornofuckinreason' Highway.

It took me an hour just to get to Motorola interchage from my hse, which will take only 15 minutes at night, after 10 that is. I was in PJ to fetch BK (not Burger King you dimwits,he's my best friend) at about 0830LT, his work starts at 0900LT, location Maju Holdings, Jln Tunku Abdul Rahman, KL. Guess what, we made it there by 0845, how? I dont know, there roads were super clean, it was like everyones on MC.

Coming back to my story, i got a job in Jln Sultan Ismail, and my office in the Bangla Asian Heritage Row, right opposite The Loft, building is called Heritage House (apparently this is the gempak name, formerly known as Wisma Warisan bwahaha.) So i was there by 0900LT, and my work starts at 1000LT, so i have got an hour to waste, i headed to the mamak nearby after parking my car for RM3.00 (per entry), yes its cheap, considering the prices of parking fee in KL. Buzzed a friend and had a small chat, then it was almost 1000LT, so i headed to the office which is located in floor 12B, technically its the 14h floor. And came my boss, a British guy, quite a young guy actually, he briefed me about the task for the day. So there, i started to work, quite alot of work. Did a flash animation and about 6 templates all together.

And there is this particular broom room in the office, which has a balcony, and the view was simply superb, stunning geometrical objects all around me. Pictures? Allrite, here we go :-

On the left is Maju Holdings and some other unknown buildings, MH is where BK works


Sheraton Imperial's rooftop, with swimming pool, yes.


Sheraton Imperial, right in front of me, that explains the angle of this shot.

Im so lazy to rotate this picture, just tilt your head to the right, yeap its KLCC

Same action required as above, Jln Sultan Ismail.

First day was cool, i had a bit of pressure anyway. But its allright, im loving it . :D
Im actually on a week of trial period, my boss wants to see if im comfortable with web designs, because, all my previous jobs were more towards print designs, so web is something new for me, although i can handle it, but there's a little fear. I believe can manage it though. So after a week of observation, i will know if i really get the job. Pray for me people, its really a good opportunity for me. :)

I was done with work at about 2030LT, and here i am at home blogging about my experience, i dont wanna go into details, it might take forever and im not in the exact mood of typing. Colleagues are nice, very friendly people, only 4 of us including boss and me. Pin drop silent environment, i can hear the CPU's fan. o.O, oh yeah, and i met BK for lunch. This is simply beautiful, what i always wanted, to work in KL. Dream come true? we'll know in a week. Keep the days counting!


p/s: My workstation



Out.


[published by hotstuff sal!]

Maxis 3G.. a new vision *spits*


Today was an amazing day, technically it was yesterday, i quit my current job, that was the last day. So i was getting ready to head home after burning my boss files and all, time was approx 1600LT. I was on the road heading back home and i received a sms from Makcik Maxis, it went something like this : -

FREE 3G SIM upgrade when you show your 3G phone @ Maxis centers in Klang Valley & Pakistan Penang..bla bla bla bla *cough*

I went o.O, just because i was checking about this huge hoo haa's on 3G Friday last week in KL, and they said, pre paid users have a damage fee of RM25 to get the SIM card replaced and for the initial settings thingy. This sms tells me something else. Im not a huge fan of this whole internet thingy through mobile, there are a few reasons :-

i) Its a freaking phone, so the screen is like stupid small, if you were to watch EPL, forget about details like...the ball, its oblivious.
ii) Speed - first thing that comes into concern when i think about the net is the speed, 3G, WAP, GPRS, they crawl like fuckin maggots.
iii) Cost - Its slow, and annoying, and its stupid expensive, defeats the purpose, really.

But, that did not stop me, i was really being curious, whats this shit is all about you see, and the good news is its FREE, never say no to FREE stuff, let it be warm catjuice, as long as its FREE, its a yes. And i happen to use a 3G phone myself, i didnt get it because its 3G, but it was cheap and i got of a bastard friend. It's a Sony Ericsson Z800, ugly? yes, but i love it. :)

So i went to the Makcik Maxis Service Center in USJ10, Subang Jaya to get this free thingy sorted, i was waiting for my turn to be entertained by the Customer Service Rep, Consultant, Prick, whatever. One of the person there was a smoking hot malay chick, was hoping that i could go to her, but nah, i got sent to a chinese chicken haired dude instead, nevermind, i want the free stuff, so that wasnt a issue at all. Maybe it was, abit. It took them about 30 minutes all together. Finally it was done!

Here comes the testing part, i couldnt test it at first because i was lacking on 2 important element :-

1) Battery - was running low like a midget
2) Credit - *shy* hehe.

I reloaded on the way home and charged the phone. I got my hands on this 3 fuckin G thingy finally, and oh i was so disappointed. I tried watching CNN, it connected and the streaming video started, and i saw Saddam,then the video lagged and died. Strike one!

Tried connecting again after a couple of hours, it wasnt going thru, it says "Try again later" Like fuck yeah, not that im gonna sit and weep over it. Strike two!

Tried again, connected, i was being a cute kid and was trying to get thru the Cartoon Network channel, connected! yaay! They were playing cow & chicken, i saw the cow for about 30 seconds, and showed my pops what 3G is all about, and it died. Strike...nevermind. I give up.

I read an article somewhere, 3G which merely means 3rd Generation connectivity is apparently in the intial stage of establishment in the Europe itself, so people, even if you have a 3G or if youre planning to get one, i suggest you invest the money on something else, upgrade your machine or get a dog for fucks sake.

out


Monday, April 03, 2006

2006 Superman Returns - that's all we need...


Flying freak is back, after like 20 years or so, the last one got handicapped and eventually died, wonder whats gonna happen to the new one. Hopefully he wont die too, new superdude, stay the fuck away from pantyhose horses

Superman - nothing super with this dude anyway, he wears the underwear outside, i know this issue has been bitched to death. Outfit is blue + yellow + red, bad bad bad. Retarded to glory. Hairstyle, jesus christ, i thought it would be better since its freaking 2006, nothing much changed, same gay looking fucked up hairstyle. He looks more like a stripper gone gay mad.

A few things i heard about this new guy who's playing the main role, whatever the fuck his name is.

i)He's a pornstar. Period. No one wants to take this role because they think its jinx or some shit.
ii)His groin, apparently it was too big, and that seemed to be the point of reference, so they had to 'graphically' remove it, wait...make it smaller...thats more like it. fine that he has a big tool, but this is very embaressing. Very!
iii) David ass fell off Hassehoff was supposed to take this role. Allright, kidding.
iv) I'll strip stop here.

Im talking too much here, but i know i'll watch it anyway, exciting to see a big groined pornstar fly.

Out.

Thursday, March 30, 2006

Of Indian men and moustache.

I wanted to blog about this for a very long time now. Never once i understood the ultimate connection between indian bear men and moustache. All of them have it, its like a freaking curse, every indian man, moustache is a must, nevermind if youre impotent, moustache gotta shine there all the time. Gotta admit that it does look good on some people, say about 1/2 out of 25, thats the truth. The rest, hate to say this, its fugly. Looks fucking stupid.

The younger generations are changing though. But there are some typical motherfuckers with the mindset of "Youre a man only if you have moustache". What the fuck! Nevermind normal people, prolly the movies influenced their young minds. I'll tell you why, indian movies (not only tamil, but indian in general) always praise the whores heroes, heroism is the most important factor. Songs are fairly tolerable, since all of us love music. Gay love Fight scene is a must. Stupid young kids watch these kinda influential scenes throughout their life, ,they grew up to be heroes, thats what they want. Attention. Lets see some pictures of indian actors and their deep connection with moustache :-







See moustache in everything? Hmm...Out!

Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Creative Ads

I'm always a fan of good creative porno ads, let it be prints, TV ads or any form of practical advertisements, I work in an advertising agency myself. I belong to the industry i guess. The competition is mindblowing though. One thing about powerful ads, it doesnt have to be expensive at all sometimes, some of the most powerful ads i have seen, didnt require much of a budget, its just the creative director's fee's, which is nothing compared to the amount that some spend on their ad setup, gay models and etc.

Let me tell you about how it feels to work in an agency as a graphic designer. Basically, you dont have the power to decide, which means you dont get to throw much of your creative juice onto the task. So, you see, im just like a god damned dog, sit! and i'll shit sit, sleep! and i'll sleep. Just like a freakin muppet you know. It also can be nerve wrecking at times, but i were to look at the industry by whole, i would say its a beautiful industry.

Anyway fags folks, here's some of the ads that i really admire:-

Click on the thumbnails for a bigger image.*

The way they promote their language is awesome.

A very powerful caption, "The faster you get, the faster you go" Damn right.

*Hats off* Very power caption as well, and the impact is painful. *bleeds*

Poster by McCan Erikson for Heal Foundation of India

I like this different approach, the insecticide can is placed upside down, which means the fly is actually dead.


Out!

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

OMFG! O.O

I was done with all the design work for the day. *pant pant*

And came my boss, to my table and he asked me if I could check Mercedes Benz's Malaysian site, so i did. Then i passed the information he needed and continued bitching around the site, and i found this Financial Calculator, (which basically calculates the repayment installment), I almost shat in my pants after monkeying around with the calculator, for S350 that is.

Here are the numbers, math idiots, stay the fuck away!


You pay RM 11.5 k a month after dropping a down payment of 123.1k, and the loan is for fuckin 10 years, man this is an expensive car. But then again, the rich bastards might be earning 2m a month or more, 11k is basically just dog food. But 11k!, now thats something!

*wipes bleeding nose*

This is the bitch that costs a bomb, looks hot eh?

Monday, March 27, 2006

Priory of Sion - The Reunion..bwahahaha

Day : Saturday
Time
: Approx 1845LT

Location : My house.
Mood
: Free foooood.....yaay!!!!!!!


So there I was right, sitting in the living room and watching the Aromatheraphy Arowana fish in the aquarium, all the fucker does is swim to glory all day like there's no tommorow, what a social outcast, bastard. It's nice to watch it swim once in awhile though.
*

*Q$_)(&^@%#*&!@#*& * My phone rings in this hellishy loud song, calling from Mars o.O


Me
: Hellow?

Mars : I am a martian..Pzztt Wei, where are you?
Me
: At home la dude

Mars
: Free right?

Me
: No la dude, got double wedding to attend *then came the picture of free wedding fish food into my mind*

Me
: *drool*

Mars
: Im coming down there to meet AJ, what time will you be done?

Me
: Im not sure la dude, prolly around 1am, i will call you once im done.

Mars
: Ok, make sure *click*


Then we went for the wedding had the free food, which sucked big time, fuck that. Was chilling at TTDI for a bit and got stopped by traffic fuckholes on the way back.
I was back in my room at 0200LT.

* $_)(&^@%#*&!@#*& * Phone rang again. o.O, Its Mars, again. :D


Me
: Hellow

Mars
: Where are you dei?

Me
: Just got back home

Mars
: Ok wei, come here, we're in Shah Alam, Seksyen 9, AJ and Baby (here comes a new character) are here too.


I was being a real lazy bitch here, lets not put it as lazy, just lack of enthusiasm. :)


Me
: Come to my place la dude!

Mars
: Where the fuckssat?

Me
: *I explained to him, it went something like this, belok kanan, roundabout 12-12-bla bla bla*

Mars
: o.O, dude can you come here?

Me
: Erm, okay, gimme 10-15 minutes.


Time was 0205LT. So i took my dad's car, without his knowledge. Muahaha...


Reached the place and i saw my long lost friends, its been 8 years to be exact. Baby & AJ, so i got down from the car, and they were staring at me like O.O, Why? Let me explain the transformation of our looks in this 8 years :-


Mars
- Looks pretty much the same now, just more facial hair.

Baby
- He was big, gotten smaller now, with nice brushed goatee.

AJ
- The same, fuckin same, minus the hair, he's bald, by choice that is.

Me
- A crashed burnt victim, who eventually survived


AJ
: Oh my god, the fuck happened to you, * and he started bitching about my long hair and piercing* You used to be the quietest fella in the set. Look at you now, whats all that, defense mechanism?

Me
: Fuck you la..bla bla bla.


And fuck it started rainng so we went to a nearby restaurant, time was 0300LT
And we sort of had a recap on what happened in the last 8 years, pretty interesting conversation, arguements and more, we talked about almost eveything from Jews to BMW autopark system, the chinese chick with big boobs and Mars was bitching about helicopter crashes. And we went home at 0645LT.

Here's the conclusion :-

Drinks - 2 each, Mars prolly had 3 because he poured one of it on his lap. (10 bucks) Cigarettes - 2 boxes - (14 bucks)
Travelling
- (20 bucks) at least for both cars

The excitement of meeting long lost buddies
- Priceless


Good that we had the reunion folks, we should hang out more. :)

Mars

Baby

AJ

Me

out!

Friday, March 24, 2006

Thursday, March 23, 2006

Retarded things to do when you get really bored.

WARNING : The following ideas are just ideas, if you gonna try it, I'd say go ahead...


1. Set your neighbours dog on fire. You're an animal lover? Then set the neighbour on fire.
2. Go up to your friends and refuse to talk in anything but Bangladeshi. Make a real pissed off face, convince them that youre possesed by a bangla soldier ghost.
3. Wake your friend who's in a deep slumber, and ask him/her whether Mongolians are really retarded or they just look like that.
4. Bake a cake and throw it at your sister.
5. Sing in chinese while daddy is taking a nap
6. Fry and egg and eat it, puke it back and act drunk.
7. Call the cab, and pretend no one is at home when the cab arrives. If the cab waits, open the door and strike a middle finger pose.
8. Prank call you uncles.
9. Stare at your neighbour and mutter "You bastard."
10. Dress like a chef and wash your car, if someone stares, talk in Bangladeshi.
11. Play tennis alone.
12. Poke a cat.
13. Go to the bookshop and insist on buying a set of new tyres for your small sister's tricycle.
14. Jump in the drain.
15. If all these fails.. talk to a Bangladeshi on their economic issues.

Retardness level : 5.7 outta 10 - go on and abuse the comment with your ideas.


Wednesday, March 22, 2006

M A R S

Mars that is.

Oh wow, i didnt know people are actually reading my blog, and oh yeah im back by popular demand (-_-). Mars and Dalsh, this is for you guys! Allrite, and so there was this dude, my long lost best friend, lets call him Mars, i have no idea why he chose this name, but heck, its all good. The year was 1889 1989, location : Kajang, and we were 5, both the wankers landed in the same fuckin tadika (to all you fuckin' immigrants,i doubt there's any, tadika means kindergarten, click here if you dont get it still.). Tadika Sri Pelangi *weeps* So we were friends back then, we remained somewhat close up to 1997, thats when my dad decided and said, fuck this place, lets move elsewhere. During secondary schooling season, location: Sek Men Jalan Bukit, Kajang, he was my hang out buddy, he influenced me quite a bit, fuckhole was a smoker back then itself, and i wasnt *halo ring glows*. Marshmallow Mars introduced me to Nirvana, my musical interests changed at the very point, and if its not because of him, i wouldnt have been a rockstar now. Ok, now yeah, back to the story, so i left Kajang (thank GOD) and shifted to Subang Jaya. Never heard from him ever again.


This is where we got each others contact again, the year was 2000, i'll skip his because its boring.

And yeah, I met Mars again last week after 8 fucking years, 8 ...thats a big number. I drove straight to his house, suprisingly i could remember where it was, and i didnt get lost along the way. I parked right in front of his house and buzzed him, time was approx 2000LT :-

Me : Dude, I think im here.
Mars : Are you sure? o.O
Me : There's a chevy outside, and a gen-2 insi....
Mars : Oh, wait im coming.

Then i saw him coming out from his house, *silhouette effect*, he came out, opened the door and asked me

Are you gonna fuckin stay there or what, come inside.

And so i did. I parked and came out, he said "You're so big man". I was like "Yeah man, im taller than you now", then there was this little arguement who's taller and shit, fuck that.So i went in and said hi to his mom (aunty makes great nasi lemak, i had a few times like some 8 years back) and i saw his dad for the first time ever, Mars looks just like his daddy. I noticed the house has changed, renovated and it looks pretty slick and minimal, nice concept. After finishing the formality, we hit the road and went to Plaza Mee Telor Metro, as cool as it sounds, swear to God its a bad place to be. Kiddin'.

We sat in this restaurant and talked for prolly an hour and half, sort of a recap of that 8 years you know, it was really nice to see him again after a long long time, then we were talking about another guy who was close to us, lets call him AJ, and we wanted to meet him as well, not knowing where the fuck he would be. So Mars messaged someone and we managed to get hold of AJ's number. Yeah you guessed it, we called him. Mars did the talking :-

(sorry immifuckingrants, no translated version for this conversation, damn right fuck you.)

Mars :- Wei, Johan, kau kat mane ni? Tesco? Ko buat aper kat Tesco, ko tahu ke sapa nie?
Apparently AJ didnt know who he is talking to, but he gave all the information.
Mars : Ok ok , ko tunggu sana, aku datang jap lagi.
This is the part AJ got back to his senses i think.
AJ : NO IDENTIFICATION, NO MEETING *click*
Mars & me : 0.O

Then we called AJ the MoFo again and IDENTIFIED ourselves like fuckin immigrants and he agreed to meet us in Tesco Kajang. (yeah they have one there too) We drove to Tesco and parkedm, went to the loo and we were smoking outside, we did call AJ when we arrived and he said we'll meet in Pizza Hut.

Mars' phone rang - Hello? Aah Aj, kat mane? kat Pizza Hut? Kitorang kat sane la...

HERE COMES THE FUCKED UP PART


Mars : APA? Tesco Shah Alam? o.O Wei...alamak takpe takpe...esok ko free ke? bla bla bla *click*

Communication breakdown? I dont know man, you decide, maybe Mars and me were too stoned.
And so we went home, i sent him back and headed elsewhere.

So the point is, im happy that i saw you again my dear friend. Really. Rock on buddy, we'll meet again soon.

Moral : Mars & me should really sharpen our communication skill, but then again we just dont care.

p/s: And Tadika Sri Pelangi is no longer in operation. *weeps* :'(

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

Rockfuckinstars


Man, look at all these rockstars, they're so cool. All macho and looking tough, of course their looks are boosted further by the guitar hanging from their shoulders.
Here are some of the rockstars i really admire. Always wanted to be like one of this rugged looking rich motherfuckers. Oh yes, their rich as hell, and they dress like rednecks still. Racist me? Muahaha deal with it.

Here are some bastards that i look up upon to :

Slash of Guns and Roses - This guy is like a walking modern stoned GOD, he's old now and looks like shit.

James Hetfield
- Very texan/cowboy looking frontman and of course the band is Metallica

Sully Erna
- Godsmack, frontman, love his burns and voice, feck.

Chad Kroeger
- Nickleback, man with spiral curls, blonde that is. *amazed*

Kurt Cobain
- well, no comments.

Alexi Laiho
- all i know, girls go like *oh my gawd! look at him OMFG, i'd screw him for nothing!!*

Max Cavalera
- ex Sepultura, now Soulfly, one brazilian fuck that's not directy related to football. *claps*

Mawi
- akademi fantasia, allright, just kidding.

Marilyn Manson
- does'nt have a manly appearance anymore, but what the heck, he's cool.

Eddie Vedder
- GOD *bows* Pearl Jam, inventor of the deep, big vocal pattern, then came along fag fucks like Scott Stapp/Stapler/Whatever of Creed, and a 1000 more for that matter

Kenny Wayne Shepherd
- KWS Band, professional blues guitarist at the age of 19? Now that's something. He can pull off any of Hendrix's cover. Young but bold. Long silky straight blonde hair.. Hmmm...

Dave Mustaine
- Megadeth, ex Metallica, another mean looking bastard.

Jon BonJovi
- not a big fan of him, but he's old and still rocking \m/

Dave Lombardo - Slayer, nuff' said.

Candice Kucsulian - Independent band, Walls of Jericho - vocals, and yes, female she is. Heard her voice? You should, she can make fuckholes from bands like Simple Plan & Good Charlotte choke on their own balls and die of embaressment. Really.

Dani Filth - Cradle of Filth, cant be considered a rockstar...they play pop black metal, nice songs though.

Corey Taylor - Slipknot/Stone Sour, frontman, very rockstar yet calm looking bastard. Love his voice.

Zack de la Rocha -(Zacarias Manuel de la Rocha- man check that name out) Rage Against the Washing Machine, black vocalist, more of a rapper though, but he has his own style, revolutionized the Rock/Rap hybrid. Very technical band.

Gavin Rossdale - model like frontman of Bush, married to Gwen Stefani - bastard.

Rob Zombie
- Im not sure what's his approach is all about, looks like a rotting mummy though, so yeah, he's cool.

John Lennon - Woohooooo! Hey Jude, he died.

Jason Newsted
- Very quiet, calm, relaxed bassist, well ex bassist of Metallica, the best bassist ive ever seen on stage, skill & style wise.

Karl Buechne
- He's in his 40's, inventor or the sub genre hardcore, belongs to the band Earth Crisis, and he's a vegan. (sheesh!)

Thats all for now, go figure out your own list of rockstars.

Sully Erna - Godsmack

Slash - GNR

Kenny Wayne Shepherd

Zack de la Rocha - Rage Against the Washing Machine


Candice Kucsulian (the chick, duh!) - Walls of Jericho

Eddie Vedder - Pearl Jam

Chad Kroeger - Nickelback

Corey Taylor (unmasked) - Slipknot/Stone Sour

Max Cavalera - Sepultura / Soulfly

December - plain rockstar wannabe! Oh yeah! I rawk!





No animals were harmed in the making of this article. Thank you people.


out!

Monday, March 06, 2006

...


I lived the life of a drifter
Waiting for the day
When I’d take your hand
And sing you songs
Then maybe you would say
Come lay with me love me
And I would surely stay
Many times I’ve been a traveller
I looked for something new
In days of old
When nights were cold
I wandered without you
But those days I thougt my eyes
Had seen you standing near
Though blindness is confusing
It shows that you’re not here


One of the most emotional song I've ever came across. I feel it now.

Thursday, November 03, 2005

It rained that night. - random story

And so it rained that night, he woke up, senseless, cold. All he saw was the ambience of the window frame, right in front, as he stood and head to the window to peep on the world outside.

"It's been a while" he muttered to himself. He lived in darkness in pain,lonely,it has been two years, never knew what has happened, never actually cared about it. He remembers her face, he remembers her words, he remembers her touch, and it was raining that night.

He walked and crashed on the bed, debilitated. And it rained that night.

He never felt anything, so didnt she, all these while as it was still raining, outside, that night.