Three years on and oh my, how times have changed.
I don't know if blogs are still relevant these days but a quick scan through of blogs I used to read shows that blogs these days are either filled with:
1) Uninteresting opinions on mundane subjects
2) Advertisements and reviews on products you will never use
3) Lots and lots of pictures which eats into your bandwidth
4) All of the above
In reference to (1), I guess there is only a finite amount of things a person can share in this world before said person starts to bore you with his/her travels, dining preferences and his/her hobbies. Frankly, nobody cares if you had a good time at Redang. Or Tioman. Or whatever.
In reference to (2), while we appreciate your efforts in bringing a new product into the public consciousness, we really find it a bit tedious to read on how much you love said product and how we should all have it in our lives. To put in order the people whose opinions really matter, you are probably at the bottom of my list.
In reference to (3), there is only that many times I can look at your self-taken photographs before I decide that the next best course of action is to drag the mouse cursor towards the top right corner.
Therefore, I shall resume blogging...
Friday, September 21, 2012
Friday, May 15, 2009
Welcome AH1N1
Finally, it's here. The babi virus is finally here in Malaysia!!! Wah fuck, damn exciting man. More exciting then international singer come Malaysia. Now ah ma, ah kong, ah pek, ah ba all also panic.
But I'll tell you who's the fucker here. It's the airport security. Lan ciao, I thought the government was so serious until they said they wanted to screen all passengers at all entry points. Newspaper somemore always show them playing with donno what cibai thermo sensor. Got what use? Instead of sitting around scratching lampar chee want see people's temperature, why didn't they do a blood test on all passengers???...especially those from the US...or Mexico.
But guess what? They fucked up. So the guy who got infected was not only in a plane with several hundreds of people, but also actually went home before he was hospitalised. In other words, they are all fucked.
Let us not forget that some of the passengers might be taking taxis back to their place. Again, taxi drivers kiong kan d. Also, some might go for the KLIA train express thing. Once again, one whole train of people tiok kan. From there some of them go hawker center eat hokkien mee. You eat hokkien mee today, tomorrow your balls fall off.
So, who is to blame for this? Can I blame everyone? Airport security is one thing but the passengers...haih..hami lanciao? You know you baru masuk from a country with the virus, why still don't wan go for voluntary blood test? It's like going to a prostitute, only to contract Aids. And going back home to have sexy time with your wife and next day she complain her cibai itchy. Then only you found out that both of you have Aids. Fuck, want go for prostitute please go take blood test before you up your wife ok? Now, health ministry trying to call back all the passengers from the same plane for testing. It's too late brader. All went home and up their wives already. Tomorrow you can expect more cases.
How to avoid/overcome? Everyday eat Maggi at home, watch Jap porn to pak chiu cheng and sleep. And don't simply go fuck anyone d. Use hand enough.
But I'll tell you who's the fucker here. It's the airport security. Lan ciao, I thought the government was so serious until they said they wanted to screen all passengers at all entry points. Newspaper somemore always show them playing with donno what cibai thermo sensor. Got what use? Instead of sitting around scratching lampar chee want see people's temperature, why didn't they do a blood test on all passengers???...especially those from the US...or Mexico.
But guess what? They fucked up. So the guy who got infected was not only in a plane with several hundreds of people, but also actually went home before he was hospitalised. In other words, they are all fucked.
Let us not forget that some of the passengers might be taking taxis back to their place. Again, taxi drivers kiong kan d. Also, some might go for the KLIA train express thing. Once again, one whole train of people tiok kan. From there some of them go hawker center eat hokkien mee. You eat hokkien mee today, tomorrow your balls fall off.
So, who is to blame for this? Can I blame everyone? Airport security is one thing but the passengers...haih..hami lanciao? You know you baru masuk from a country with the virus, why still don't wan go for voluntary blood test? It's like going to a prostitute, only to contract Aids. And going back home to have sexy time with your wife and next day she complain her cibai itchy. Then only you found out that both of you have Aids. Fuck, want go for prostitute please go take blood test before you up your wife ok? Now, health ministry trying to call back all the passengers from the same plane for testing. It's too late brader. All went home and up their wives already. Tomorrow you can expect more cases.
How to avoid/overcome? Everyday eat Maggi at home, watch Jap porn to pak chiu cheng and sleep. And don't simply go fuck anyone d. Use hand enough.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
It's a fucked up world
yoThe following paragraph is dedicated to all my buddies who claimed that I am a weirdo just because I don't eat cucumbers and brinjals.
Hubby had sex using cucumbers and brinjals
(http://www.thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2009/5/14/nation/3904162&sec=nation)
People doubted me when I mentioned that there were plenty of uses for a cucumber/brinjal and one of them includes shoving it up into a place where the sun don't shine on. I hope you guys enjoy your chicken rice with pussy flavoured cucumbers. HAR HAR HAR!!!
Which brings me on to my next topic. People are just plain weird. But wait! Let us not forget that the weirdest people in this planet are the ones from the modern/high-tech/rich countries. In fact, how powerful a country is, is directly proportional to how strange their people are.
Take for example, Japan. Economically, they're the second best country in the world after the US. They constantly come up with new technologies and look at Toyota. They're the number one automotive brand in the world now if I'm not mistaken. The Japanese are so technologically advanced that they even have toilet bowls that plays soft music to soothe your mind so that you can shit easier.
But take at a look at the Japanese. They're the weirdest bunch of people I've ever seen. They can't stop producing porn. They've even produced porn where the men shit on the women or vice versa. They stuff eels up the assholes of their women. The women sell their used underwear. They love cartoon porn. They love dressing up as cartoon porn characters. They can't lay their hands off whales. They eat raw fish. They bathe in the nude together. They probably wash each other's dicks. They invented hentai games. They fantasize consistently about their school girls. And they invented the sex doll.
I mean, how desperate must the guy who invented these dolls be? Then, you take a walk around Japan and you notice that the girls are not as what was portrayed in Jap porn. Matter of fact their girls look like :-
I can only say "Thank you God". Thank you for not putting me in such a country.
Other powerful countries with weird people will include the Koreans, who cannot forego their steaks made from dogs. The Americans who can't stop munching on burgers and fries. Let us not forget China, apparently the fastest growing country, economically. And let us not forget that this is a nation of people who believes that eating the penis of a tiger will give you good sexy time. A nation where they don't bother having doors for their public toilets. And they eat monkey brains. They eat turtles. They eat lizards. And they have imitation product for every single thing in the world. Want a cheap car that looks like a Nissan. Go China!
It's a fucked up world alrite. Comments, please and thank you!
Hubby had sex using cucumbers and brinjals
(http://www.thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2009/5/14/nation/3904162&sec=nation)
People doubted me when I mentioned that there were plenty of uses for a cucumber/brinjal and one of them includes shoving it up into a place where the sun don't shine on. I hope you guys enjoy your chicken rice with pussy flavoured cucumbers. HAR HAR HAR!!!
Which brings me on to my next topic. People are just plain weird. But wait! Let us not forget that the weirdest people in this planet are the ones from the modern/high-tech/rich countries. In fact, how powerful a country is, is directly proportional to how strange their people are.
Take for example, Japan. Economically, they're the second best country in the world after the US. They constantly come up with new technologies and look at Toyota. They're the number one automotive brand in the world now if I'm not mistaken. The Japanese are so technologically advanced that they even have toilet bowls that plays soft music to soothe your mind so that you can shit easier.
But take at a look at the Japanese. They're the weirdest bunch of people I've ever seen. They can't stop producing porn. They've even produced porn where the men shit on the women or vice versa. They stuff eels up the assholes of their women. The women sell their used underwear. They love cartoon porn. They love dressing up as cartoon porn characters. They can't lay their hands off whales. They eat raw fish. They bathe in the nude together. They probably wash each other's dicks. They invented hentai games. They fantasize consistently about their school girls. And they invented the sex doll.
I mean, how desperate must the guy who invented these dolls be? Then, you take a walk around Japan and you notice that the girls are not as what was portrayed in Jap porn. Matter of fact their girls look like :-
I can only say "Thank you God". Thank you for not putting me in such a country.
Other powerful countries with weird people will include the Koreans, who cannot forego their steaks made from dogs. The Americans who can't stop munching on burgers and fries. Let us not forget China, apparently the fastest growing country, economically. And let us not forget that this is a nation of people who believes that eating the penis of a tiger will give you good sexy time. A nation where they don't bother having doors for their public toilets. And they eat monkey brains. They eat turtles. They eat lizards. And they have imitation product for every single thing in the world. Want a cheap car that looks like a Nissan. Go China!
It's a fucked up world alrite. Comments, please and thank you!
Friday, February 20, 2009
Valentine's Day
I don't really like to talk about my day to day personal stuff so if you're wondering why am I starting a post about Valentine's day.......
SHE MADE ME DO IT (points finger at PW)
Hahahahhahaha
But honestly, we nearly didn't celebrate Valentine's this year because I was in Johor during that week and she was working in KL. However I decided to give her a surprise and the only day I could do it was on the 13th....which means I have to get home before 4pm....where I can put my plan to action. You guys have no idea how much thinking I had to go through before I decided to drive back to KL on the 13th. One side of me really wants to celebrate the special day with her while a small side of me wants to save the money and relax in Johor.
Obviously, commercialism won. I had to go back. Because apparently people in this world only choose the 14th of Feb to show their love. It's like saying I don't really love you for 364 days, but I'll love you that extra bit just for one day.
So I got back, bought some cupcakes, bought some flowers. Left the cupcake in her room with a message, apologising for not being able to make it back during the weekend and that there's a bigger present in my room ---> me and the god-expensive flowers.
Still thinking that I was in Johor, she casually walked into my room and surprise surprise. She kept smiling and jumping up and down. Like a little girl. Can't forget that image. And all this happened on the 13th.
On the 14th, we had a Japanese dinner. Oh, by the way, if you happen to be at the new Tropicana Mall and you happen to see a nice looking Japanese restaurant, stay clear. You have been warned. Went back to Johor on the 15th.
Was it worth it? To see her so happy like that, of course!
---No pics for now. Upload later.---
SHE MADE ME DO IT (points finger at PW)
Hahahahhahaha
But honestly, we nearly didn't celebrate Valentine's this year because I was in Johor during that week and she was working in KL. However I decided to give her a surprise and the only day I could do it was on the 13th....which means I have to get home before 4pm....where I can put my plan to action. You guys have no idea how much thinking I had to go through before I decided to drive back to KL on the 13th. One side of me really wants to celebrate the special day with her while a small side of me wants to save the money and relax in Johor.
Obviously, commercialism won. I had to go back. Because apparently people in this world only choose the 14th of Feb to show their love. It's like saying I don't really love you for 364 days, but I'll love you that extra bit just for one day.
So I got back, bought some cupcakes, bought some flowers. Left the cupcake in her room with a message, apologising for not being able to make it back during the weekend and that there's a bigger present in my room ---> me and the god-expensive flowers.
Still thinking that I was in Johor, she casually walked into my room and surprise surprise. She kept smiling and jumping up and down. Like a little girl. Can't forget that image. And all this happened on the 13th.
On the 14th, we had a Japanese dinner. Oh, by the way, if you happen to be at the new Tropicana Mall and you happen to see a nice looking Japanese restaurant, stay clear. You have been warned. Went back to Johor on the 15th.
Was it worth it? To see her so happy like that, of course!
---No pics for now. Upload later.---
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
I am sure most of you would agree with me when I say that Christmas and New Year countdowns are just a sorry excuse for teens to cause havoc. These are the same teens who are having their school holidays around this time of the year. These are also the same teens who are not old enough for the clubbing scene and thus, have no proper place to party. And these are the same teens who will be hanged in public if ever I was to become Prime Minister.
You see. I have always thought of Christmas as a peaceful celebration. Christmas songs. They're slow and peaceful. Unlike the Chinese, where every song goes "Bang Bang Bang" followed up by the ruckus of Chinese firecrackers. Which is actually just noise....not songs. If there are any Indians reading this, your songs are just as bad. I know I am generalising by saying Chinese and Indian songs are noisy and bad. So if you're a Chinese or an Indian, and you're not happy with what you just read...repot polis la mahai.
So this begs the question. When has Christmas become a celebration for teens to start jumping on and kicking people's cars? I really do not get it. The police are actually afraid of these teens. According to the papers, empty fake-snow cans were thrown at them while they were directing traffic. And yet all they could do was arrest 2 of the damned kids.
You see, if I were a policeman, and somehow I find myself being bombarded by teens with empty cans while directing traffic, I would gladly SHOOT EACH AND EVERY ONE OF THOSE DAMNED MOTHERFUCKERS IN THE FACE. All 6 magnum bullets. And my 30-round MP5 sub-machine gun equipped with 5 extra magazines. That's right. In the face. IN THE FUCKING FACE.
You don't fucking mess with a cop when he's on duty man. If I become Prime Minister, it would be mandatory for police to shoot teens who are causing trouble in the face. No, the police will not be allowed to shoot at rapists, drug dealers, robbers, etc unless it is for self defense. But they are encouraged to shoot at teens who cause trouble. In fact I'll give them a bonus (more money for their kopi sessions) for every teen they shoot. And they will be properly trained so that if they were to ever have to shoot a teen, it would have to be in the face. IN THE FUCKING FACE MAN.
Frankly speaking, something has to be done to prevent the same thing from happening next year. The government could ban such countdowns, but that would make a lot of people unhappy. But who cares about the people? They always think that they're right. These are the same people who voted Pakatan and look what's happening now.
So if I were Prime Minister I'd still allow countdowns to go on. It would be the most disciplined countdown ever. No fake-snow. No teens. Identity cards will be checked. No one below 23 allowed. If anyone were to be caught with even 1 can of fake snow in their hands, so help me god, they'll be sniped in the head by the snipers positioned at strategic locations. Plainclothed assasins will be positioned in the crowd. So that if even 1 person so much as say that I suck as Prime Minister because of the tight security control, they'll have their throats slit by the assasins. A SWAT team will be ready, for crowd control. And if things get out of hand and people think they have the right to show their displeasure, they will be happily bombed by the B-52 bombers up in the sky.
So a countdown in my country would basically involve some fireworks. And after the fireworks, everyone is to go back home and do something productive. Like telling their kids not to jump on people's cars during countdowns.
You see. I have always thought of Christmas as a peaceful celebration. Christmas songs. They're slow and peaceful. Unlike the Chinese, where every song goes "Bang Bang Bang" followed up by the ruckus of Chinese firecrackers. Which is actually just noise....not songs. If there are any Indians reading this, your songs are just as bad. I know I am generalising by saying Chinese and Indian songs are noisy and bad. So if you're a Chinese or an Indian, and you're not happy with what you just read...repot polis la mahai.
So this begs the question. When has Christmas become a celebration for teens to start jumping on and kicking people's cars? I really do not get it. The police are actually afraid of these teens. According to the papers, empty fake-snow cans were thrown at them while they were directing traffic. And yet all they could do was arrest 2 of the damned kids.
You see, if I were a policeman, and somehow I find myself being bombarded by teens with empty cans while directing traffic, I would gladly SHOOT EACH AND EVERY ONE OF THOSE DAMNED MOTHERFUCKERS IN THE FACE. All 6 magnum bullets. And my 30-round MP5 sub-machine gun equipped with 5 extra magazines. That's right. In the face. IN THE FUCKING FACE.
You don't fucking mess with a cop when he's on duty man. If I become Prime Minister, it would be mandatory for police to shoot teens who are causing trouble in the face. No, the police will not be allowed to shoot at rapists, drug dealers, robbers, etc unless it is for self defense. But they are encouraged to shoot at teens who cause trouble. In fact I'll give them a bonus (more money for their kopi sessions) for every teen they shoot. And they will be properly trained so that if they were to ever have to shoot a teen, it would have to be in the face. IN THE FUCKING FACE MAN.
Frankly speaking, something has to be done to prevent the same thing from happening next year. The government could ban such countdowns, but that would make a lot of people unhappy. But who cares about the people? They always think that they're right. These are the same people who voted Pakatan and look what's happening now.
So if I were Prime Minister I'd still allow countdowns to go on. It would be the most disciplined countdown ever. No fake-snow. No teens. Identity cards will be checked. No one below 23 allowed. If anyone were to be caught with even 1 can of fake snow in their hands, so help me god, they'll be sniped in the head by the snipers positioned at strategic locations. Plainclothed assasins will be positioned in the crowd. So that if even 1 person so much as say that I suck as Prime Minister because of the tight security control, they'll have their throats slit by the assasins. A SWAT team will be ready, for crowd control. And if things get out of hand and people think they have the right to show their displeasure, they will be happily bombed by the B-52 bombers up in the sky.
So a countdown in my country would basically involve some fireworks. And after the fireworks, everyone is to go back home and do something productive. Like telling their kids not to jump on people's cars during countdowns.
Friday, December 26, 2008
A Real Review on Italiannies
Some months ago, we (PW and I) decided to try out that Italian restaurant which everyone can't stop raving about:- Italiannies. I mean I've read blogs and heard from friends about the quality of the food. So you would thought that I would leave the restaurant with a beaming smile of satisfaction after dining in one of the best Italian restaurants in KL, right?
Well, you were wrong. There is only one proper word to describe the food at Italiannies and that word is "mediocre". I don't have the pictures of the food we ate that night but I can still remember it clearly like it was just yesterday. You see, there are some things in life which one can not forget easily. And some of these things include being served a sorry excuse for a dinner in a restaurant with a noisy and lousy environment...and having to pay so much for it. The experience is akin to having my balls hacked off with a chainsaw.
So, PW had the Aglio Olio or something like that. The one where the pasta is tossed in olive oil and served with prawns. To be honest, I never liked this dish. Regardless whether it's Italiannies or Pizza Hut or Ah Keong the Hawker, all Aglio Olios taste the same. I wouldn't mind sharing but I would rather have a bucket of horse manure than to have to finish a plate of noodles in oil all by myself.
I on the other hand, had the Fettucinni Carbonara. Now, Italiannies can boast all they want about using fresh and genuine ingredients and so on but I swear to god that the first thing that came to my mind when I tasted it was................"Oh Good God, this tastes like Prego's".
Well, you were wrong. There is only one proper word to describe the food at Italiannies and that word is "mediocre". I don't have the pictures of the food we ate that night but I can still remember it clearly like it was just yesterday. You see, there are some things in life which one can not forget easily. And some of these things include being served a sorry excuse for a dinner in a restaurant with a noisy and lousy environment...and having to pay so much for it. The experience is akin to having my balls hacked off with a chainsaw.
So, PW had the Aglio Olio or something like that. The one where the pasta is tossed in olive oil and served with prawns. To be honest, I never liked this dish. Regardless whether it's Italiannies or Pizza Hut or Ah Keong the Hawker, all Aglio Olios taste the same. I wouldn't mind sharing but I would rather have a bucket of horse manure than to have to finish a plate of noodles in oil all by myself.
I on the other hand, had the Fettucinni Carbonara. Now, Italiannies can boast all they want about using fresh and genuine ingredients and so on but I swear to god that the first thing that came to my mind when I tasted it was................"Oh Good God, this tastes like Prego's".
I don't have the picture of Prego's Carbonara sauce. I can't be bothered to actually go to the supermarket and take a picture. Or search for it on the web.
And just to let you know, a small can of Prego's sauce, which can easily serve up to 2-3 people, costs less than RM4. A packet of spaghetti costs RM4. A packet of minced beef costs RM8. Tomatoes are so cheap that they'll be negligible here. Add that up and it's only RM16 for a meal for 3 people. That's about RM5 per head.
So at that moment I was asking myself. Lord, where did I go wrong in my life that I have ended up in a noisy restaurant paying RM25 or so for a plate of pasta that tastes EXACTLY the same as something that would have cost me RM5. So really, their Fettucinni Carbonara. Nothing special. Nothing unique. Any Tom, Dick and Harry could have made one of these....with Prego's of course.
Now you would notice that I can not stop complaining about the restaurant being noisy and all. Well, from my 6 months living in this new area (Petaling Jaya), I have come up with the conclusion that all PJ people are obnoxious and noisy people. I know I am generalising a very big population. So, if you're from PJ and you're not happy with what you just read......repot polis la mahai. I swear I have not once entered a restaurant in PJ where everyone would just silently enjoy their meals. Italiannies is no exception because that day, the people at the table next to us were celebrating someone's birthday and there were lots of laughter and songs. Something along the lines of TGIF's concept. Which is of course is exceptionally stupid and had fucked up the whole dining experience.
So in conclusion, to me, Italiannies will continue to be a place where people will rave and praise non-stop. But you know you will never dine there for a second time. I know I wouldn't. I have already begun to ignore people who still insists that Italiannies is a good place to dine because I believe they have the tasting ability of a camel. So really, Italiannies is just like TGIF in every way. Bad food. Bad environment. No more second time. For as long as I continue to walk the Earth.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Teachers
I came across this while alone in the office today. Explains what teachers really are. And to be frank, I've had this thought for years because god damn I hate my teachers. Well, some of them.
More than likely, the individual you call your 'teacher' is simply a pathetic representative for whatever field they truly wanted to get into in the first place. For example, picture that you were an expert at mathematics. Would you be a teacher? Of course not. You'd be a mathematician, or, more likely, a highly-paid engineer. Those who major in mathematics and fail to make the cut because they lack the ability to do anything productive find they have no place to go but teaching. This is true across the board: your physics teacher failed to make it as a legitimate scientist, your literature teacher's poetry was too shitty to be published, and your social studies teacher couldn't find any place that was willing to pay for a columnist who was as much of a dumbass as he was. As a result, they all file in en masse to take out their personal failures on you. This phenomenon is sometimes referred to as "the gift of a good education"
More than likely, the individual you call your 'teacher' is simply a pathetic representative for whatever field they truly wanted to get into in the first place. For example, picture that you were an expert at mathematics. Would you be a teacher? Of course not. You'd be a mathematician, or, more likely, a highly-paid engineer. Those who major in mathematics and fail to make the cut because they lack the ability to do anything productive find they have no place to go but teaching. This is true across the board: your physics teacher failed to make it as a legitimate scientist, your literature teacher's poetry was too shitty to be published, and your social studies teacher couldn't find any place that was willing to pay for a columnist who was as much of a dumbass as he was. As a result, they all file in en masse to take out their personal failures on you. This phenomenon is sometimes referred to as "the gift of a good education"
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