Illusion - What's it all about?

WARNING : Profanity. Yeah, thats all.

David Copperfield who's real name is David Kotkin

mag·ic
n.()

1. The art that purports to control or forecast natural events, effects, or forces by invoking the supernatural.
2. 1. The practice of using charms, spells, or rituals to attempt to produce supernatural effects or control events in nature.
   2. The charms, spells, and rituals so used.
3. The exercise of sleight of hand or conjuring for entertainment.
4. A mysterious quality of enchantment: “For me the names of those men breathed the magic of the past” (Max Beerbohm).

il·lu·sion
n.()

1. 1. An erroneous perception of reality.
   2. An erroneous concept or belief.
2. The condition of being deceived by a false perception or belief.
3. Something, such as a fantastic plan or desire, that causes an erroneous belief or perception.
4. Illusionism in art.
5. A fine transparent cloth, used for dresses or trimmings.

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Allright, first things first, there's certainly a difference between magic and illusion, magic sounds stupid, something that we cant really relate to reality, whereby illusion sounds decent enough, seems real.

And so i got hold of this DVD titled David Arumugam Copperfield - Illusion - 15 years of rock jiwang Magic, and i have to tell you it was amazing. There was a few tricks that really blew my mind away, like :-

• The Oriental Express Mystery - He stood, the train levitated like some 20 feet above the ground..covered with a huge huge cloth of course, then he pulled the cloth, woosh! it was gone.
  
• The Statue of Mawi Liberty Disappears - The title explains so much, right. It wasnt there for a moment, im not sure how true this was, apparently it was one of his most remarkable illusion in the 90's
• Walking through the Great Wall of China - Yeah, you guessed it genius. He walked right across it, somethings really fishy, but the what the fuck, its fun to watch
• Random Bunny - Pulls out a rabbit or other random material like a fishing rod out of random spectator's arse. Allright, just kidding.

It was amazing nevertheless, i dont really care if he really posseses some supernatural soul sold to devil power, which i strongly believe he doesnt, let it be tricks and technology, but he certainly made the difference by doing all the tricks and we just watch in amazement. All we can say is " Thats bullshit, he uses the devil" Right, the devil, what the fuck, really, there was this rumours in the 90's, where people strongly believed that he could pull all the massive magic stunts just because he sold his soul to the devil. Which idiot said this, i do not know.

Im sure there are ways of doing this illusions, afterall its an artform, erroneous perception of reality. The diversion is made so carefully, so that any of us (the idiots) wouldnt realize it. I read an article, it said anyone cal do illusions and tricks, but getting away without getting caught, thats the tough part, these mofo's have the talents, and theyre filthy rich, like the other dude, David Blaine, sheesh whats with magicians and the name David? Hmm..

So, i think its true that magicians are just a bunch of great mind manipulators, unless you beg to differ, tell me what you think. :) They are people with great talents, they have my respect.

Here's an article that proves the world has endless amouth of stupid fuckholes supply, this dude reveals the truth behind the disappearance of the Statue of Liberty, YOU HAVE TO READ THIS. This the stupidest thing i have ever read. Really.

Anyway here's a complimentary photo that i manipulated, the David & David collaboration. I can get really bored you know.

Weee!

Out!

No Alleycats members were disrespected during this post.

Brainfucked.

WARNING : *(&^# @(#^& )#@)* ^@#*&^@#) !!!! @()*#@ (=^_^=) fuck.

My car died on "double lane jammed up like bitch, motorola interchange" this morning, I got brainfucked. Enough said.




Change the car? We'll see...hmm.

Out!

Ghosts? Argh!

WARNING : Random supernatural experience. Im not bullshitting. Really.

Encik Hantu PJK, AMN, Anak Haram Gejadah.

Day : Thursday
Time : About 0500LT

And after getting tired doing nothing, i decided to get some sleep like everyone else, so i went to my sisters' room (my room is hot as hell, and there not air cond) and slept, since i was damn tired...again after doing nothing, i slept.

Say after 10 minutes or so, im not sure if any of you people experienced this, but BK experienced it a few times, and this wasnt my first time anyway. And oh yeah, after 10 minutes or so...i was in this space between being awake and deep in slumber, i felt my matress sinking, (not because im heavy you idiot) and this En.Pukimak Hantu grabbed me from top and refused to let go, it was holding me so tight, i couldnt not open my eyes, i could not scream, i struggled to release myself, it went on for a minute, then i was awake. o.O One.

I slept again, and it happened again, this time my head was pressed onto the pillow, to suffocate me for no apparent reason, i struggled for a bit there and could actually feel its arms, scary shit? yeah i suppose, then it disappeared, i was awake again o.O Two.

And again i slept, i didnt want to give up sleeping you see, motherfucker really had a problem with me and grabbed the fuck out of me again, again like scenario one, grabbed my arms and refused to let go...the only thing that came to my mind was "What the FUCK!!!, for fucks sake let me sleep you fuckfaced random hugging bitch!" Soon it ended, and i got up, totally awake, lacking of enthusiasm to sleep. o.O Three.

I went to seek help, went to my dads room and woke him up, i told him what happened, and he asked me, did you go out earlier...i said no, i was at home all night, then he just asked me to sleep in MY room, and so i did, nothing happend after that, pissed couple of times, thats all.

All i wanna know is :-

• What the fuck was that all about?
• Why the hell me? What did i ever do to these things? I dont even disturb goats.
• It all happened in the sub-concious state of mind, so someone please tell me, was i dreaming or it was really some bored ass stupid fuckfaced vietnamese ghost?
• The ironic thing about it is, i could feel the pain on my hand, where it grabbed me o.O What the fuck, really.
• And it was 5am, way past the typical ghosts itchy hours. Why?
• Why not disturb me when i doing something else, like when im taking a piss or eating Bak Kut Teh? Why only when im trying to sleep?
• Why grab? why not poke, or tickle or sing a Nepalese song.
  

Im clueless really, and im not bullshitting. It really happened, for no reason, i think that Hantu was really bored and just wanna bitch with me for a bit and scare the breakfast out of me, whatever it is, i wasnt afraid, just a little annoyed. So mr.hugging bitch, go try something else, trying baking a cake, molesting a dog/Bangla or visit the nerest 7-11. Dont bother me please. (If its really a ghost of somesort)

Someone out there gotta have an answer for my questions above, care to explain?. Please.

Out!


Fuck, i was hurt 24 hrs before posting this.

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EDIT : My friend Sal commented right after i posted this, and i Googled for the answer. And now it makes perfect sense. Its called sleep paralysis, and i didnt know about this, click here to read on it.
Thanks dearie! :)

Only In Penang

WARNING: Random discrimination, if youre from Penang and youre retarded, dont bother reading.Well...on second thought, go ahead and read it, youre retarded anyway.

Monkey, yaay!

I was in Penang a couple of week back, for the labour day holiday, it was just a day extra, which didnt do any good. Anyway Penang, weird ass island, populated by more monkeys than human beings, humans there are like fucking monkeys anyway. I have a confession though, i was born in Penang, stayed there a couple of months when i was a baby, that was it, i was sane enough to get the fuck outta the place. Call me a hypocrite, i dont care.

If you're wondering whats so bad about living in the self proclaimed beautiful island, click here and see what it can do to you, considering if you've been living in Penang for all your life. This can get worse. Bwahaha, sue me Deena.

The place is allright, its good if you wanna dump all your work and chill for a couple of days, Penang would be ideal, yes...because you can laugh at almost everything there, its all stupid for no apparent reason, here's some stuff that you can see/feel/hear/eat/experince /whatsofuckinever only in Penang :-

• Driving is madness, i drove for 2 days and i felt like giving up drinking driving altogether, you can get your poor self into accident if you abandon your concentration for mere 0.3 sec(s). You will listen horns like everywhere for no reason, its like they just found out what horns in cars are, to honk and annoy the crap out of you. Well what happened was, i was driving on my lane, some Chinese old bugger on the opposite direction riding his bike towards me, on my lane, and guess what, motherfucker honked at me. Brilliant fucktard. I wonder what his mom fed him, prolly some pearls and mule shit.
• Botanical Garden - There's nothing botanical about this place, just a bunch of peanut-stealing, small-children-scaring, upskirt-fetishist, immigrant-molesting monkeys. No, not humans, real monkeys, yes. These monkeys are wicked, they will annoy the breakfast out of you. Count a couple of gay Banglas in. They enjoy gay love in Botanical Garden maybe because they have deep penetration connection with the subhuman primates.
  
• There are more horses than indians dogs in Batu Feringghi beach.
  
• Sleeping Buddha - allright, we get it, he's Buddha and he's sleeping, whats the big fuckin deal about it, everyone sleeps, even rodents.
• Weird sight, things that you can actually encounter on the roads when youre driving
  
  1. Pasembor bike(some modifed bike, looks half bike, half dining table) overtaking your car on traffic jams. Wow!
  2. Beca - its everywhere in the city, small children from KL would go like "Daddy daddy, what the fuck is that?" when they see one.
  3. More bicycles than motorcyles, and yeah they have buses without air condition still.
  4. No one gives a damn about wonderbra zebra crossing.
• Nasi lemak with fish, its weird, really, its not ikan bilis, and its not a fully grown fish, its like some teenage fish or ,maybe the retarded ones. Wait..i get it, its a midget fish. Only in Penang.
• Rojak is pasembor, cibai cabai is chilli, nyiur is coconut and they still use the term kupang, and some poor KL mothefucker gonna get confused like shit.
• One and only 'happening' (according to them) club is called Slippery Shithole Senorita. Apparently everyone goes there.
• Food is cheap, yes, but the portions are much more smaller, even a midget might need to double the order. So pratically its not that cheap. What a bunch of lying fuckholes.
• My dad bought drink for like 13 of us, drinks like soya bean and stuff, guess how much was it, RM 3.00, dirt cheap, yes, but the stuff is good.
• Nasi Kandar, i have to admit its really good here, but trick of nasi kandar is just the rice is salted slightly, that gives it the extra taste.
  
• Some of them are really stupid, you can actually skip the Penang bridge toll and get in for free. Allright, just kidding.

KL is not that great afterall, I live in Shah Alam, and you know what kinda shithole place is that, if you know what i mean. But seriously, i love to be in Penang, just for a week, not more than that, prolly because its so much different from KL, the lifestyle is on a much more slower pace, not the fucking cars there though. Its a great place to relax, and enjoy your holidays, and pig out at the nearest nasi kandar restaurant.

Old buildings in Penang are really beautiful, great B&W photography subject, me likes.

Although Penang is a little retarded with a tint of weirdness, but its truly beautiful. Hypocrite? Uhm..

Out!

No monkeys were harmed during the vacation period.

Bwahaha, Strikes! Im loving it...bleh.

WARNING : Bitching about myself, go fuck a mule you dont like it.

Life is funny, witty, weird, spastic, retarded and fucked for no apparent reason.

Why all these bad things happening to me, i cant take it anymore, im heartbroken, im lost, i need strength, God show some mercy please. Allright, just kidding.

All i fucking need now is some good money. Period. And i will tell you why :-

Strike 1 - Im broke as fuck, i couldnt afford a bar of dope soap, this is an infinite thing for most of us, being hot broke that is. Nevermind that.


Strike 2 - My alternator gave away for fucks a couple of weeks ago, i blogged about that here.
Status : Fixed
Damage : RM 250


Strike 3 - Absorber mounting broke, again for fun.
Status : Fixed
Damage : RM 70


Strike 4 - Front wheel bearing gone, this was right after i fixed the panda freaky looking mounting, the very next day. Its like a continuos gameshow, like "Who wants to be a dumbass & look stupid", in this case its me.
Status : to be fixed this Saturday
Damage : I dont fucking know.


Strike 5 : Shoes got stolen, Indonesians.I blogged on that here. Now not only im a dumbass and i look stupid, ive got no shoes. Fuck!!
Status : No new shoes yet, Im as broke as you, remember? refer to Strike 1.
Damage : Rm 200++
Result : Wearing sandals to office, and i look like im gonna attend friday prayer (sembahyang Jumaat) everyday, i look like an Indian muslim now with the beard. And what pisses me off is, Indon fuckers are wearing shoes. Count a couple of Banglas in.



Strike 6 (latest via Reuters) - Today, like 2 hrs back, car died in the middle of the road, opposite Sunway Pyramid, near the Caltex, called a foreman, guess what? Timing belt snapped. o.O
Holy Fuckness! I've got bent valves and broken rods. Perfect. Now, not only im a dumbass, i look stupid, and ive got no shoes, i have no car now. Fuck!! x 2. They towed my ride by the way.
Status : Fixing & im getting brainfucked. Gotta collect it later today.
Damage : Rm700+


I havent start wondering why all this 'bad' luck is raping me again and again, and i wont. Things tend to happen and i just gotta accept it, and i dont really care nowadays. So when situation like this occurs, my advice is, fuck the world, grab a beer & enjoy the melodies.

And no, im not gonna blame God for this. Thats what most of you buggers do. Bwahaha, My car is fucked, im responsible for it, no one else is, i could blame a Bangla or a dog, but then, thats a disgrace.

Damn im mean.

I felt exactly like this earlier this morning when the foreman was about to announce the damage.
OH SHIT!!

Out!

An interview with the Captain, one man army, a retard.

1.WARNING: Graphic content. Staring at the image below for more than 3 sec(s) can cause serious mental illness. I DID warn you.

2.EXTRA NOTE: Dont bother reading if you dont appear to be an Indian whos familiar with Action Packed *vomits* Tamil movies. Really.

Technical Diagram; Subject01 : Captain Vijayacunt Vijayakanth.

1. Bloodshot eyes : Effective to scare anyone away, including midget pornstars and cars would stop thinking its a new traffic light in town.
2. Boomerang eyebrows : Effective to kill rodents and newborn baby swines.
   
3. Bear pubic hair like moustache : The manly charm, attracts most hairy Indian gay men.
   
4. Perfect complexion : Dual 5K layer coloring, sometimes brown, sometimes pink. Pearl silver coated.
5. Somewhat thick dark hair : Perfect.

This dude is a living disaster, im speechless. My blog's representative Codename: 'Dood' managed to spend a quality moment with this living legend. Here's the interview :-

Dood : A very good evening sar!
Captain : Call me captain, yes good evening indeed.

Dood : You look pretty tired, been a busy day eh captain?
Captain : Oh yes, tell me about it, was working out for a staggering 3 minutes, thats how i keep fit nowadays. *wipes sweat off face*

Dood : First things first, why are you called captain? I cant imagine you as captain of anything, where the name came from? Why 'captain'
Captain: Very good question, back in school, yes i did study, hehe. Oh yeah, back in school i wasnt a very good looking boy, i know my fans beg to differ, but i have to be modest, and yeah so i wasnt a bright student as well, so i picked an activity, Cheerleading since i was a faggot, still am up to a certain extend, so the girls were all happy to see a moustached faggot cheering along with them and made me the captain. I still remember the day i walked out as a captain for the little ladies. It was beautiful and i wept that evening.

Dood: Goodlord, that's beautiful. *holds puke* Uhm..how old are you captain?
Captain: *blushes* Im 25 this year, i know i look like shit older, its genetics. And the brave moustache adds a year or two.

Dood: Err, but you've been around the industry for 25 years now. And youre only 25?
Captain: Shadap, next question. (=^_^=)

Dood : How do you explain yourself going against the Newton law of gravity, captain?
Captain: Well, If object A has mass Ma and object B has mass Mb,
then the force F on object A is directed toward object B
and has magnitude of

F = G Ma Mb / r2 hence G x cunt Im a DuMB f.uck /4t = iM tHE 3 Man. (=^_^=)

Dood: Fuc...*sigh*. Whatever.
Captain : /me shy.

Dood: Are you married captain?
Captain: Ow come on, im still young, and im in the midst of looking for my dream camel girl. I have got only one condition for her though, she has to be as retarded hairy as me, at least by 78% then I would consider her as my better half.

Dood: How do you end up with gorgeous babes in movies, babes like Isha Kopiko Gophikar and Simran.
Captain: Hahaha, well its not my ever handsome looks definitely, i suppose its the charm i have, it works all the time, ow and not forgetting my ultimate smile which is only 40% visible under my manly belly moustache. Some even went to the extend of begging me for a duet bit in the movie. I turned them all down. My chicks has got to have some quality, like... being really hairy.

Dood: *mumbles - wutta fucktard* Haha, thats really interesting dumbass captain. So what do you do when on your freetime?
Captain: I watch my little goats taking dump, playing hide and seek with my maids, shaping my moustache, admiring myself in front on the mirror, milking camels, and watching random animal sex on Discovery, sometimes i workout 3 times a day, 3 long minutes per session, you might be wondering where the muscles came from, well this is it. Workouts, and im persistent.

Dood: Yeah, workout eh?
Captain: /me shy again.

Dood: How can you dance so well, are you naturally gifted?
Captain: Ow haha. Thanks, i know im a great dancer, some say it looks like a bag of rice jumping from a truck, but i know myself better. Well dance, let me see..i took dancing lessons personally from MJ and i later on taught Prabudeva and brothers.

Dood: Ever thought of WWF'ing?
Captain : You mean replacing the mascot Panda?
Dood : No dumbass, the World Wresting Federation.
Captain: Ow..hehe..not at the moment, i dont dare baring my body much since i came from an orthodox family. Fighting on stage with my underwear would make women go hoo haa over me. I dont want that. Really.

Dood: Yeah yeah fuck off. I gotta run, thanks for the time, bitch.
Captain : Jai Hind.

End.


Hopefully no ones hurt. Out!

p/s: Wont be blogging for a couple of days because i'll be off to Penang. Might blog some shit bout Penang though. Thanks for reading :)

The slogan generator. Nasty nasty...

WARNING : Profanity & stupidity.


Im sure most of you know this slogan generator, which basically generates slogan for whatever name you type in, lots of bulletin posts about it on friendster. So i was just messing around with it, with random words and profanity of course. Lets see what we have : -

1. Hungry? Why Wait? Grab a Pigshit.(this is awesome!)
2. Nobody Better Lay a Finger on my Ayam.(yes yes, touch me chicken not)
   
3. My Fuckface to Yours.( haha, good one)
   
4. Devon Knows How They Make Bangla So Creamy.(*pukes* fuck!)
   
5. I'd Walk a Mile for a Cacat. (would you? really?)
   
6. The World's Local Encik Kadir. (no comments)
   
7. If You Can't Beat Pervert, Join Pervert.(like duh!)
   
8. I Feel Like Biskut Kering Tonight. (uh oh..wonder what that means, really)
   
9. Pigfucker Saves Your Soul. (so fuckin touching, aww)
   
10. The Macha That Eats Like A Meal. (machans eat everything)
    
11. Cleans Your Floor Without Panda. (excellent, this ugly fuckers better make their selves useful for once)
    
12. There's More Than One Way To Eat A Pisang. (uhm..kinky?)
    
13. The Sweet You Can't Eat Without Indon. (for fucks sake, no!)
    
14. What Can Uzbekistan Mountain Goat Do For You? (uhm..breakfast?)
15. Bring Out The Tenuk. (holyshit.)
16. What Would You Do For A Doraemon? (answer this people)
17. Think Once, Think Twice, Think Bangsat. (woohoo awesomeness)
18. You'll Look a Little Lovelier Each Day with Fabulous Pink Cibai. ( Jesus f'in Christ o.O, the ultimate, i did not expect this.)
19. Mama Mia, That's One Spicy Pukimak! (Holy shit! i think they have some sort of profanity detector thingy, it shoots the best slogan with nasty words, despite the language)
20. Have a Redneck and Smile. (now, thats some serious bullshit)
21. Pride of the Kucing Hutan For Over a Hundred Years. (felines at its best)
22. Mama's got the Magic of Hantu Susu. ( hmm..nasty)
23. With A Name Like Petai, It Has To Be Good. (fuck no.)
24. Dude, You're Getting a Shithole! (that sounds like taxes)
    
25. (Last but not least, bluek!) Making Samyveloo Taste Better.

Make your own, and see what comes out. Man..nasty generator.

The generator.

Out!

Renault Kangoo - OMG.

WARNING : Graphical stupidity, random automobile discrimination. Midgets, im so sorry. Read up...



Look at this thing, just look at it, i fail to understand what the fuck this is at the first place. Stupid ugly man. I've seen these cars on road too many times, i still see it, never once its presence fail to make me choke on my breakfast. They prolly claimed its a car, but i beg to differ. Its almost like a small truck + jeep + k-car hybrid. Its like mixing indons goats, horses and fuckin squids. I feel its really really ugly, im sure you would agree.

I know design sense is a very subjective thing. Everyones perception over something 'nice' differs from each other, but then this crap car, looking even from a very different perspective, looks as stupid as a dugong still. Ive seen this car alot on the road, most of it without the back window panel, the load it up with stuff for delivery or some shit.

How can they design something blunt like this? I always thought Europeans are good, not the best, but the good design sense is always there. Take a look at this Renault Fluence. Its the same brand, and they are capable of designing something sleek like this. Kangoo couldve been a better creature with a tint of Fluence's design. Cars werent designed by a single ape man, its a group of designers, and they still fail to come up with something impressive, nevermind impressive, something acceptable at least.

Lets see what's this piece of shit is ideal for : -

• Im sure most of the guys,wait...all the guys know what Bangbus is, the crew could use this car as their official fuckmobile, for midget porn that is.
• Kidnappers, can use this to kidnap small monkeys children.
• Send your kids to school with this, im sure the kids' friends gonna laugh their ass out seeing him/her getting down from this car. Do this only if you hate your child.
  
• Gift for your mother in-law. Indirectly telling her that she's as ugly as the car. Maybe uglier. (only for bad mother in-laws)
• Kereta mayat, again for midgets.
• Animal lovers, ideal car for your pets, doenst matter if your lil pooch gonna shit in the car, it wouldnt make a difference anyway.
• If youre filthy rich, use this as a toy car, run over some Indons for fun. Also try burning it down.
  

Some of you might think what the fuck is wrong with me bitching about anything & everything, well i think its better than writing stuffs like :-

" It's 4 am, and i cant sleep, i cant bear this stomachache heartache anymore, she left me knowing that i loved her so much, i did all i could, wonder whatmore she wanted, am holding a knife now...shall i slit my wrist? shall i eat potatoes? or shall i live another day? "

Some people love writing dark stuff like this, they could actually pause between the suicidal point and blog about it. Brilliant. My advice, if you wanna kill yourself over something thats not worth it, dont do it, nothing & no one is worth your death. And you gonna miss alot of stuff, like....my blog. Bwahaha.

Midgets & Kangoo owners (fuck, even the name sucks) Im sorry. Hmm...

Out!

And no, no midgets were hurt during the process of writing this post.

Indonesian Illegal Immigrants - you motherfuckers.

WARNING : PROFANITY, RACISM, RANDOM DISCRIMINATION (and i dont care, really.) Kids, stay the fuck out, watch cow and chicken or some shit.

Indonesia

Earlier today, Wednesday 3rd May 2005 (May already uh?), I got up to get ready for another day of work, once i was done i went downstair, and my mom said "Come out faster, there's a surprise" Mom's funny, oh yes. So i went to see whats the surprise, i knew it wasnt someting good like my dream girl car was waiting outside or something, and guess what, all the freaking shoes from all 3 shoe racks were stolen. For fucks sake, shoes! And let me tell you, my shoes werent in excellent condition either, it looks as if it got chewed by a bangla dog. And the worst thing was, my little sister's pink shoes will rollers were missing too. Really. Lucky i had my sandals, they left it untouched, pigfuckers being considerate probably. Sigh.

My assumption, prediction, is, the fucker who took the shoes gotta be a freaking Indonesian bastard, a drug addict for sure to be precise. My housing area is located beside a construction site, this place is infested with these brainless, long haired, shit ghostly looking, weed smoking monkeys. And my housing area is guarded. Guards are hopeless, they'll sleep after 3am. Ive seen it a couple of times, nevermind that. Indon buggers are inhuman, i can tell you that much. They really bother me, lets say for instance you go to Pertama Complex in KL, you'd feel like its Indonesia, and as if you being an immigrant. You get the freaky cold stare from them which basically translates to "Get the fuck outta my country" What the fuck.

This is what they do :-

• They infest KL and all the other places for that matter, Samyvelu Government (do we even have one?) gotta do something about this. They're everywhere, cinemas, malls, bus stops, supermarkets, even banana leaf restaurants, you name it.
• All long haired, and they look like gorillas criminals, not the normal criminals, the sick ones, rappers rapist of some sort. They can scare pigs small children away in less than a second.
  
• They drool over women like how we drool over mouthwatering food, let it be a fairly young girl, an infant, or even my grandmother, . Thats sick, they are all sick fuckin perverts. Period.
• They smoke Gudang Garam *cough*
• They are seriously some black metalist wannabes. Black t-shirts and black jeans, and they look like shit in it. Disgrace to the whole metal scene if you ask me.
• They own all the Bus Mini. Its almost like an Indonesian small flight.
• They always move in a group, knowing that an angry racist citizen like me would stab their ass face and kill if they were to walk alone.
  

It's just shoes, i know, but that was the first thing in the morning, and i havent got my pay to get the shoes replaced, you know... its really troublesome, i was really pissed for a bit and cursed that the fucker to get run down by a indon waste disposal truck by noon, ha ha one more hour to go. DIE MOTHERFUCKER DIE!

Well, i need to be sane at times, i dont hate Indonesians by the whole, i do have great Indonesian friends, my sisters best friend is an Indonesian Chinese girl, and she's nice. Its just the certain conservative, typical, ulufied Indons that makes me wanna kill them. I dont hate humans or races, really, its just their idealogy. So Mr. Pencuri, do die fast. Bwahaha.

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And something totally irrelevant happened when i was about to park my car near the office. My phone indicated an incoming message, so i parked and checked. Take a look at this fucker and what he/she said :-

From: +6012226519*
AYAM 7 EKOR. POTONG 16. UDANG 4 KG. CUKUPLAH TU.

Now..what the fuck again. Some housewife's message was missent to me, but 7 chickens, i really wonder if they have to feed 11 children, that could form a whole football team by the way. Or prolly theyre running a stall or some shit. Whatever. I wanted to send a nasty message, since i still have 26 more free sms left given by Maxis and its a 012 number, but then i thought what if its an elderly woman, so i did reply, in Malay, decent malay, almost textbook like. This is the message :-

To: +6012226519*
Anda tersilap hantar mesej, saya tiada kaitan dgn ayam mahupun udang, kalau nak reka laman web, sila hubungi saya. Me kaseeeeeeh!

And I got a reply after that :-

From: +6012226519*
A'kom, saya minta maaf wak tersalah tekan angka. Bolih saya tahu awak nie siapa nama?. Dah minum ke belum?

Looks like this idiot has got all the money and time in the world.And so i replied :-

To: +6012226519*
Bodohnya awak.

Ok i did not say that, dont wanna waste my time and my free *wee* credit.

Another Indon? I dont know. You tell me.

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I would love to kill an Indonesian illegal immigrant in the process of posting this. Unfortunately that didnt happen.


What a day. Out!

The fall of my ultimate ride.

2004 Ford Musang Mustang GT

WARNING : Long Post. Not too long la, dont complain!

Day : Saturday
Date : 29th April 2006
Time : 1430LT

The day was so freaking hot, i could fry small children burgers on my windscreen. So i was supposed to meet she and a friend of hers, lets call her MAS since she works for them. for a casual outing to Bentong Sunway Pyramid, so everything was set and i was supposed to fetch them in KTM Subang Jaya, near Carrefour. My 1992 Ford Mustang GT was such a darling the day before. On the same day, Saturday that is, i had to fetch my dad from the workshop at about 10am, and the air-con was kinda throwing a prank on me, the fan speed was a 4, which was maximum and it blowed like it was on 1 and it wasnt cold. I can almost hear my air conditioning system laughing sarcastically at me. What an asshole. So i thought maybe its running out of gas, and i dint give it much of a thought.

The time was 1400LT, same day, i was one my way to KTM Subang, some unexplained events took place while i was driving, like :-

• I opened the window and i couldnt get it shut after that - WOW!
• CD player was playing Metallica - Master of Carpets Puppets - let me tell you my player is really fucked. I cant play any cds but Metallica's Master of Puppets, Why? I dont fucking know. So i was blasting with my 4 torn speakers and 1 tweeter, torn as well, i have no idea where the other tweeter went. Here comes the o.O part, everytime i stepped on my brake pedal, the player goes off, it pauses and when i take my foot of the pedal, it resumes - Now my brake pedal is electronically connected to my player and it acts as my pause button - WOW again.
  
• Aircond was bitching as well, its getting worse, hot as hell outside and my a/c is playing a prank on me. - Patience is virtue.
• I turned my signal light on to turn into KTM junction, the tik tik sound was there, but the light was cease to exist, i looked at my dashboard clock, i cant see a damn thing, too dim. I knew something gonna give away - Ooh Mama!
• I turned at the junction, the engine stopped and decided to take a nap - Perfect.

The road was jammed packed and my engine decided to die. OMG. You know the brake babes plates wont function if the engine wasnt on, it hardens and i was controlling the car with my handbrake. Power steering was not so power as well. You know. I managed to park my car at the side of the road, behind Subang Parade and i went across the road to KTM to call BK. He said he'll be there shortly. Pheww.

So i went into KTM, she and MAS just arrived. I told them the problem and they werent annoyed or whatsoever, they were damn cool about it, no worries they said, normal to have problem with cars. Jesus BK the savior came after 20 minutes or so...and he told me we gotta push the car to get it start, the classic way. So, since there were 4 of us, 2 guys, 2 girls, both BK and me decided to push the car and ask the girls to sit in the car, she was on the driver seat, we told her what she should do to get the car started as we push. She's familiar with manual tranmission, so we know it wouldnt be a problem for her. Its a big car, and it was so fuckin hot and we couldnt push and get it started. Argh!

So, we took a ride in BK's Lambo and went to SS15 to the nearest reachable saloon workshop, we explained what happened and the bugger said it's 99.9% secondary turbocharger alternator problem. He said he is an idiot and lead us to another workshop in SS14, because this SS14 guy is an alternator savvy or something, i dont know. So we took this new bugger and brought him to the place where my car was taking a nap. Bastard. He checked and confirmed, my car was diagnosed with FUFFAD (Fucked Up For Fun Alternator Disorder), literally means my secondary turbocharger alternator died. And i had no idea how much a re-cond alternator would cost, so i did what everyone would do, Ask! He said it'll be RM100++, mind you, no offends but whenever a Chinese dude says its hundred plus, its never RM120, or RM150, its always RM199.98. And so i assumed its 200 bucks. Noooooooooooooooo! :'( , Why all these happened? :-

• Bloody old scrap metal car is so fugly and decided to die for fun? - i dont think so.
  
• I was too lazy and i didnt care? - Bingo!
  

Its me.

Since he placed a new battery the car ran fine till the workshop, he said it would take an hour. So all for of us went to a mamak shop neary for a drink. BK was victimizing the small turtle toy that he took from my car earlier. She & Bk was arguing on something for a bit. And we talked and laughed and ate. The car was finally done and BK passed his cash to me since i had no enough money with me. The damage was RM235. Thanks mike! :D. He had something to do so he went back home, and 3 of us left to pyramid.

So in Pyramid we went on a quest to survey on LCD monitors, she wanted to get one. After done with surveying and all we headed to Sega City, im not sure what they renamed it to now, but you know that place. We played a couple of games and it was getting late, since we wasted so much of time with my silly car :(, so we head to Klang for dinner, time was 2200 + LT

My aircraft landed in Restoran Shanmuga's Klang. We were having our dinner, and i left to BK's house to fetch him, coz we wanted him to join us for dinner. We talked talked and talked. The time was 0100LT, i had to send she & MAS back home. Its getting really late. So we sent them back and headed back.

It was fun meeting she and MAS. And i really appreciate their patience. Thank you so much. :) Wonderful people, and BK was there throughout the process, and he helped so much! Thanks moike!

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.

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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.

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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!

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.






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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!

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.



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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!

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



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[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

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.