Goosey Monday

Right after the first class in the morning, Brian reluctantly drove us to fill our stomachs, looking damn pissed. To worsen his day, we talked shit in the car like a locomotive, all the way till we reached Old Town in Sri Petaling; where I had a french toast and 2 softly boiled eggs, refreshed by a glass of iced white coffee. Back in A.P.I.I.T, we lounged around in Lab 1 while waiting for the next lecture. Sung Jong found an abandoned flash drive and we pried into the files within, in order to identify the owner. We made a bet that if Anh Tai managed to take that girl out on a date, then we would subsidized RM 20 for him. (Actually we were not really sure of the owner's gender but the name does sound girly.) Albeit 10 minutes late, we attended Juteender's class. It was not that irksome, 100 minutes seemed like 60 minutes. During the class, we checked the owner's schedule and decided that we return the flash drive tomorrow. On the other hand, things were pretty good at K's tutorial session too. We were free to go after presenting the solution to the first question of Tutorial 3. (Getting it done is a piece of cake; since we had already completed it in Ms. Bridget's lab session.) Shortly after, we found ourselves gorging nasi goreng ayam and maggi goreng ayam at Shukran with a lil' photo shooting prior to that. Anh Tai joined in a lil' later with his good news. Accepted as a part-time employee at Kudos, he happily gobbled up a roti canai. As we were about to head home, it turned out that Brian's car was out of gas; so I did what normally people would do. Hence, Kippei was interrupted by my call in the midst of his meeting with Ms. Rohaini. (Haha, sorry about that.) Before he got himself there, there were more sohai pictures in the shooting. (Brian brought his Lumix.) Got a ride home in Kippei's Camry.

Click here to view the disturbing pictures.
Don't blame me for your loss of appetite!

Come to think of it, someone still owes me Sheryl's picture.

Parent Communication

This is awfully saddening. I'm having difficulties talking with my mom. To begin with, I rarely call back, it's usually the other way round. The times that I called were usually when I was running out of cash. *Lol* Most of the time, she would call my cell to ask about my whereabout, condition and such. I would just lazily replied with “Ah, Uhm, Oh,”. But then, her questions are absurd every so often. (E.g. “Have you shitted today?”) She semi-facetiously complaint that I disregard her, always turning the cold shoulder to her. I understand that she just wanted to have something to talk to me, considering that I'm the only child so she might feel lonely at times. Honestly, I really feel bad about it. It's like I'm ignoring her but the truth is I'm not. I just don't know what else to add to prolong the conversation. *Deep Sigh* Clichés seem out of place in this circumstance. In fact, I seldom use them even when I'm conversing with new people. Apart from that, I don't really share my problems with my mom or anyone in the family; only to one or two trustworthy buddies (Hardly ever. I have to admit that I'm quite cynical.) So what can I talk with her? I do hope that I can make her feel better. All the good people, please help me out.

By the way, any of you is facing the same problem?

Rain God

A week worth mentioning I suppose. It was raining these couple of days. The weather itself depicts the feeling most of the students are clouded with at the moment. Thanks to the Rain God, honoured with the initial K. I feel disgraceful just by sharing the same initial. This fella flaunted his so called professionalism at the very first day, self-proclaiming that he had worked in the industry for a decade. First impression, okay, must be an experienced chap. As time goes by, the so called professionalism kept waning, and his imbecilic side arose. You can tell how idiotic he is by the type of questions he ask. It's like asking why human has two legs and why men pee standing? (Notice the present tense, because he is still a sohai.) To make things worse, we were grouped with some shiftless students. (The all talk and no work type.) Wonderful. In spite of all that shitty situations, we managed to submit the group assignment after some struggling and sacrifice. The even funnier part is when the result came out. I will expose one very obviously insensible result. Team X: leader got a C; a member got a D and two failed. You must be thinking, oh maybe that two fellas didn't contribute anything and so they deserve it. Well, you're wrong. On the workload matrix, it's clearly stated that all the members share the pivotal portions equally. There's no way they could have flunked the project. Apart from that, I feel bad for my ex-housemate. (I only saw him studying most of the time.) K flawed his result with a D. A friend of mine was even angered to tears. His marking made no sense at all. Overall, 65% of students failed. I guess he must have enjoyed writing the F. (“His name sounds like insulting me; Okay another F.”) I believe a lot of people would have killed him if our country is under anarchy. But we can play darts with his printed picture for now. Many are still dissatisfied and finding ways to turn the table. Let's hope someone is willing to come and save the day.

Well, shit happens.

Some Morning

A slight change to my monotonous routine. Earlier this morning, I was supposed to walk my 9-year-old cousin to the Language Studio. However, that kiddo insisted to go 40 minutes in advance and his parents were about to leave the house for the market, so we ended up following their car. They dropped us at a mamak stall nearby. I grabbed 2 packets of nasi lemak from the food table and then we ordered our drinks at the opposite counter. Making up his mind, it took him quite a while to order an Iced Milo. The person at the counter looked at him, slightly amused. Then we headed for the table near the entrance and rested our asses on the plastic chairs. As we were forcing the over-glutinous nasi lemak into our mouths, I questioned that kiddo to ease my curiuosity about the Language Studio. According to him, the center hired teachers from America and Canada, mostly chinese and mat salleh females. The monthly fee for a student of his age is set at a whopping RM 150 with only one class per week, and RM 80 for students who are 4 years younger. Despite the exorbitantly high price, the center is flooded with korean and malaysian students. They have a huge special class for slow learners which is called 'Movers'. Flaunting his position in 'Flyers 2', my cousin said the 'Flyers' classes are for bright students with 'Flyers 5' being the best class you can get your ass in. Then out of a sudden he asked, “Eh, you still can eat anot?”. I had to stuff more of those in my mouth, thanks to him. Nevertheless, the Iced Horlicks was nice though. After paying, I waited till he entered the center which is just a couple of steps away. Before entering, he said something that I never thought he would. “Be careful on your way back.”, I heard him saying with a tone full of concern. (Holy, this kiddo with hard rock ass actually does care.) I smiled back, still quite surprised. I turned around and headed back. Passing through the row of korean shop lots, I saw a korean lady in her late 20s, zealously moving stocks into her shop. Sweet. If you're suspecting me again; No No.. This is not a dream. Haha.

Family

One of the common issues which bugs the mind of adults is choosing between work and family. It's a real hassle to maintain a healthy family environment and to show colours in your career at the same time. Try to picture yourself in this scenario; You are a committed manager of a department in an established company. Working 12 hours a day, you barely have enough time to rest, skipping dinner at home at times. On weekends, you plan ahead for the following week, trying to get things done right and to limit occurring problems since you have subordinates to handle. Leaving 4-6 hours per week to spend with your family. Thinking about shagging your wife? (I bet you don't even have the mood.) You can imagine how dull the life is for your family members. If your wife is understanding, then thank god. Else, marital issues arise. Then your children upbringing will be affected, inviting more problems. The situation will be worse if both the parents are working. The grandparents become the victims. *Sigh*. Raising up a child is no joke. You will double up your worries, and your stress level will certainly increase as least by three folds if you're a working person. That's why it's vital to compromise on the right things. Work on the bond, tolerate. Mutual understanding is crucial in this matter. Learn to know your children well, sometimes it's your attention that they crave for. You might please them for the day by lavishing them with materials, but in the long run they will lose their faith in you. Never overlook the trivial things in life. It never hurts to express your love for them. You never know how much it means to them for just being there to show your support at their school events or having a heart to heart talk just because they lost something precious to them and seems unimportant to you like a sohai soft toy. Take the initiative to plan and have a family outing every once or two weeks. However, remember not to disappoint your children by making empty promises. Treat your wife fairly too. Don't let the sparks die. After marriage can still go paktor one ma... This reminds me of the parents of an old friend (Alvin Fong). They still go out for dates. No shit.

Why such a topic?, you ask. This morning, I watched an intriguing short japanese drama series which has inspired me to write on this. It has broaden my view and I just feel like sharing it. Finally, don't forget that a condom can actually save you from all the troubles. Remember to check the expiry date.

Rendezvous

My very first serious date. I suppose it's normal that I had felt uptight. It's a shame that I don't have a car here, so we went separately. She gave me the honour to decide on the venue and that's why I was there, waiting for her. I didn't want to appear jerky and jittery, so I tried to stay comfortable. “Just be yourself and have adequate confidence.”, I reminded myself. Within five minutes, as I was taking a sip from the glass of plain water offered, there she was making her way through the entrance. Stunning. She appeared in a modest white dress; not too revealing and yet gorgeous. Her natural long smooth hair itself is good enough to kill. I could tell that she put on a little powder and light mascara. “So she did put some effort into her appearance”, I thought to myself with a grin. Looking serious, I joked that I waited for an hour. That guilty look on her face never failed to amuse me. “Hey, you're so mean!”, she exclaimed when I told her that I was lying. “You look gorgeous, I would set my eyes on you all day.”, I heard myself saying. (Since when I learned to talk like a stud?) With a flattered look and a hint of blushed, she replied with a sweet “Thanks”. I waved at the waiter and we settled with a single meal for two and a shared sparkling juice. While indulging ourselves in the fine food, we chattered on the art piece she's working on. We were all delirious and I'm really impressed with her enthusiasm for art. (Accompanied by JUJU's “Something About Us” playing in the background and the dim lighting, I have to say the environment was just fabulous.) Shortly after dining, we went for a stroll by the fountain. Cited from Mr. Warren, “The moon was on the right side, the stars were just at the right place.” And so, I embraced her gently, and she pressed her lips against mine. The splendour of touching her lips is beyond description. How I wish that moment never ends. Unfortunately it did, because I woke up.

Samaritan

Realising the fact that his efforts at work were feckless, he left and committed himself to charity work for the following years. He would travel to various countries to relieve poverty and lend a helping hand to victims of natural calamities. In favor of these, he provided shelters and food to the homeless and offered medical aids to sickly people as well. The deep sense of satisfaction he felt was priceless, judging from the genuine gratitude he received from the people he had saved. Gradually, he filled his days with colours. His life was exuberant with hope and full of purpose. Previously a cynic, he now learned to have faith in people. He started to appreciate the things he took for granted and inspired others along the way. Having a zest for journalism, he wrote to instill the importance of philanthropy, encouraging and inspiring more people to care for the needies. “Anyone can lend a helping hand, why not you?” he exclaimed. He spent his remaining years for that sole purpose. He was glad he walked this path of altruism.

Just another obscure piece that I wrote.
I'm sure someone similar exists.

Rambutan

Revolutionary finding! It is proven that consuming rambutan peels can help induce hair growth. A bunch of local scientists working their ass off for the past 2 years reported their finding to the media late yesterday. The soft hairy spines on the reddish leathery skin are found to be rich in keratin. (For you retards who never study Biology, keratin is a type of protein which makes up the primary component of hair fiber.) Finally a brilliant discovery from local talent. Who would have guessed that rambutan peels can actually contribute to hair growth? This breakthrough will definitely improve people's lives around especially offering a boost to self-esteem. (Nathan should be stocking up rambutans by now, still in excited state.) Be that as it may, there are sacrifices to this achievement. Dozens of innocent monkeys became guinea pigs to the research, losing their lives throughout the progress due to overfeeding of raw rambutan peels. Kesian betul. The now celebrated team of 5 also mentioned that there are certain ways to prepare rambutan peels for consumption. Tip #1: Boil them until they turn pinkish in colour then rinse them in cold water. They can be served with mayonaise or any salad dressing to enhance the taste. Tip #2: As an alternative, you can fry the rambutan peels with olive oil. Add sugar to your liking. Best served hot. Check the "Nation" section of The Star newspaper (8th October 2007), it shouldn't be hard to find. You know whom to blame if you couldn't. *Smirk*

Closure

Apparently today is the last day of my 10-day semester break. This break is seemingly one of the best. I had the time of my life. Day 1; I was sticking my ass on a comfy single leather seat, flying at 30,000 feet on the way to Kathmandu, Nepal. My mind had already pictured myself with a camera hanging on my chest, exploring the Pashupatinath Temple. How exotic! The very next day, I strolled along the shore of the Bagmati river and came across a toddler. Gosh, he has three eyes! Shortly after, I noticed that the third eye was merely painted. Bleh! The artist did a hellacious job for being able to show a hint of reflection in the eye. Static but still impressive. There was a slovenly young man sweeping the steps and a lady sitting nearby with an infant in her arms, sheltered in the shadow of the building behind. She was staring away towards the river. Without hessitant, I took a nice aim and pressed the shutter. This much for Day 2. I will not disclose what happened during the interval between Day 3 and Day 5. You will have to use your imagination. Day 6; Back in Kuala Lumpur. KLIA was as hectic as ever. I have this scene stuck in my head; a japanese woman in her 50s trying to buy a soft toy for her granddaughter (assumably). She talked to the salesgirl in charge; "Duu youu ae.. thees thees (hand pointing to a fluffy lion) Kuma, Kuma, thees.. Kuma. It's obvious that the salesgirl had no idea what she's talking about. Hehe, thanks to Hikki that I now know Kuma refers to bear so I happily approached the salesgirl and told her that the woman wanted a plush bear. Voila! Solved. "Domo arigatou gozaimasu", she thanked me. I delightfully replied, "Do itashimashite!" and patted her granddaughter on the head. I even threw in a "Kawaii-ne". She was flattered. What a wonderful day. Day 8 till now; Rotting at my uncle's place. Lazing around, watching movies, listening to music and get intimate with Lynda (my laptop). It's time to confess. Well, the truth is: Day 1 to Day 10 = Day 8 till now.

Obscure

A venetian chandelier splendidly illuminated the room with reverberant venezuelan waltz playing in the background. Slivers of the broken mirror laid dead on the porcelain tiles. The pungent smell of rustic wood tinged with blood and spilled wine filled his nose. Driplets of blood were dripping profusely from his bleeding palm as he stood stupefied, with a piece of the shattered mirror in his grasp. Overwhelmed by jealousy, his mind was obscured. His heart, only saturated with guilt and remorse. Vague memories of the two remained for reminiscence. Driven by guilt, he is bound to lead a solitary life. A prison crafted by his very own mind.

Semester

With less than three days to the commencement of the new semester, we stared dumbfounded at the new schedule. No, it's not because of the subjects we will be taking or the allocated lecture hours. Instead, there are two familiar names that comfortably sit on the schedule. Two infamous figures in my institute. We are aware that people are inclined to remember negative qualities of other people rather than their pleasing ones. Let's get a lil' deeper into this; I will start by showing you the "very idyllic" nick from my Windows Live Messenger contact list. It reads, "Recruiting ANTI-SUNITA member from the community that care!"; the guy even made SUNITA into an abbreviation which literally means "Suffering Under Natural Incident Till Accident". It's undeniably amusing to see this sort of reaction from people. Initially, a few more satiric nicks were on my list but I guess they had them changed. If you ask me whether I anticipate for the new semester, I would gladly answer yes; At least to the notion that I get to stare at chicks and hangout with buddies during free time. See you guys around, au revoir~

Genesis

After taking a year break, I finally get the urge to start blogging again. This is probably due to the boredom I'm suffering from right now. Let's move on to the creation of the blog; Before selecting the current name as the title for my blog, I came up with a few more sohai names like "Not Raunchy", "Daily Yammering", "Randy Samurai" and "Explicit Mingling". I was planning to ask Brian for his opinion, but unfortunately that sohai was offline. Acting like a kid who has just got a new toy and can't wait to tear up the wrapper, I went on deciding on the name. As you can see, I'm using the default minimal white template. I wouldn't be doing much customisation at the moment and I can't promise that I will in the future. So, what exactly I'm gonna do with this blog? It will be a mix of daily babbles, product reviews, food outlet reviews, and perhaps a place for me to make dedications to people I hold dear? Please be warned that Manglish is expected and you may come across informal terms occasionally. Feel free to drop comments.