Wednesday, May 31, 2006

Hard. External. Casing. Hard Drive. Yeah.

I was trying to make the title of this post as provocative as possible but... looks like I fell flat! hahah...

Let me briefly present to you my new...

80Gb external hard drive with 2.5" Hard Disk Enclosure.

Yes, ladies and germs, it does say that on the box:

Don't ask me why they don't say 'external hard drive casing'.

Anyway, I love it. My phren, W just flew back into KK from KL yesterday and got this for me (Thanks man... yeah, yeah I thought I paid you?!?)

And the casing for the Western Digital hard drive inside is quite sleek and fits nicely into my hands.

With just a USB port and one LED light for you to worry about, I'd say it's no fuss to use. And with the poach that came with it, I'm gonna use it like a briefcase for my work and home use.

Tuesday, May 30, 2006


I love quotes and retorts from popular culture and literary works but sometimes I just forget them and they'll only come again at uncertain times (or when I don't need them... ) :)

So now, I'm going to put up any quotes I find and.... I don't know.... immortalise them here...

First up:

"When I want your opinion, I'll give it to ya."

- Master Chief John Urgayle, G. I. Jane, 1997.

I'll add some more as I come across them.

Saturday, May 27, 2006


by Helena Domenic, 1999

Da Vinci Da Bomb

Before anyone misinterpret the title of this post, let me make something clear to y'all.

I mean, Da DaVinci Code bombed.

Yeah... and I'm not saying that cuz I'm a Catholic or anything. I believe D'Brown has a right to write speculative fiction to arouse debate and derision from more than a billion faithful and nearly half that number of believers of the divinity of the Subject of his speculative fiction and make a movie out of it for staggering amounts of revenue and income.

Did I mention, speculative fiction?

Yeah why it bombed for me was cuz, when you take away the controversy and the hype surrounding this bomb, it was just a whodunit. Just like the book. And a long-winded one at that.

Oh sure, sure... you have the romanticism of what-ifs:

  • What if there was this super-ultra-mega-secret secret society protecting the Sacred Bloodline.
  • What if you have an inventor and artist who was the leader of said secret society who drew paintings in his spare time when not having sepuluh-tiga with his mates.
  • What if you had all these religio-symbology that points to and uncovers (enter conspiracy of your choice here).

Not trying to get into any religious debates here. It's just that in the end, the movie and the book was just crime fiction.

"Oh but what about all the proofs and documents they found regarding _______ and _______ and _______", they asked?

You know honey, I got more patience for scraping Kota Kinabalu International Airport with my two front teeth than getting into all that.

I already got my answer. It's called faith.

And a 2-and-half hour movie? Gawd, I nearly fell asleep.

Sure as hell couldn't beat the book.

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

Oopdait: The Return

Yer know, it took me nearly a dozen log-in attempts and nearly a week before I could see this Posting section of Blogger.

Some of you a couple of weeks back might have noticed the extreme sloooowwwnessssss when it comes to loading this blog.

Well... not anymore. At least I hope so.

But I did notice a substantial difference in blog-performance when I experimented using Mike O'Soff's Internet Explorer (which, by the way, is the principal definition of crap that I know of) and Moh Chi Lal's Firefox.

Yer see, when I had that oversize pic of the newspaper with the Kelisa in it, it actually spilled out out of the borders, thus screwing up the sidebars. Thing is, it only screwed up IE and not Firefox.

So, the moral of the story is?

Keep it.

Dump it.


Polls Go


Got rid of the polls on the side bar. 'Nuff said.


A cheesy post

We had a training session earlier. I mean, I conducted the training.

Wait... that's not right. I mean I coordinated the training and someone else performed the training.

Wait... ah hell.... that's not right either.

*sigh* Lemme try again.

My company conducted a training programme for a client in the client's premises and I was there to supervise. I ALSO had in my hands the office camera so being the slacker that I can be (which is not often the case, mind you...), I walked around the supermarket (i.e. client's premises) and had a look to see what they had to offer.

So I happened to stroll by this section of the supermarket:

when something caught my eye.

I thought, "Man, they had an impressive way of displaying their products."

Let me show you:

Pretty eye catching, isn't it? Heh heh.

But yer know, anyone can rearrange a bunch of letters and come up with a phenomenal POS campaign like the one you saw above.

What really got me in that store just kept me staring at it like an idiot for an interminable length of time.

I don't know bout you guys, but I think some package designer sure had a field day on this baby.
I bet he really loves his cheese as well.

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

You Are Beef

You're big, burly, and maybe even a little stinky. And no one's going to come between you and a good steak.
And you've probably never met a vegetable you like, unless fries and ketchup count.
What Kind of Meat Are You?

Well then.

Thank goodness for ngiu chap eh?

Monday, May 22, 2006

Road Rage

"A lady was travelling in Ireland, seeing the sights on a road trip by herself."

"Stopping at a traffic intersection and being the first one in the lane, she began looking around and appreciating the scenery."

"But, enchanted by the beautiful sights, she failed to notice that the traffic lights had changed to green and back to red again."

"Frustrated, the man in the car behind hers, got out and stomped over to her door and unleashed the Irish equivalent of road rage:

'Would it be a particular shade of green that you were looking for?'

Ho ho...

And in other news...

Just for the heck of it...

This is actually a really good car. Some might say it's a bit on the small side but when I had it, it was zippy, fuel-efficient and fun to drive if you don't need all that much speed and suspension. And you can't beat it for ease of parking.

Saturday, May 20, 2006

The CEO said to me after a monthly meeting:

"I've heard your report and looking at what you have presented earlier, all these works you have done, I just want you to know, it hasn't gone unnoticed."

With that, I left the room, a hint of a grin on my face.

Sometimes, that's enough.

Friday, May 19, 2006

Currently devouring quite speedily...

Want to read about a fictional but 'might-turn-out-real' world where only profits matter and 'survival-of-the-fittest' rules supreme? This is it.

Imagine a world where investment firms "invest in rebel armies, totalitarian dictatorships, freedom fighters, and terrorists by selling weapons and services in exchange for a percentage of a state's GNP." - Wikipedia

Scary stuff.

I knew this is gonna come up sooner or later...

Can you see what's wrong with this pic?

Tell me in your comments k?

A walking ransom

It's now 7.06pm on my clock and I'm still in the office hurrying something for a deadline. But I can still find the time to blog?!?! (*wink*wink*) Ah, well...

I've been wanting to tell you guys about something but didn't have the time...

You know... It's incredible how one week can change a man.

My colleague recently came back from a week's vacation somewhere over at the Peninsula and let me tell ya, he was a walking ransom in the office when he walked in the morning after he came back.

"You'll never believe what happened over there," he said to me. You betcha.

You should have seen the load he had on him. Let's start from the top, shall we?

New pair of shaded spectacles: RM300.00 (He told me he got two new pairs)

New tie: RM80.00

New shirt: RM200.00 each ("A couple of these...")

New belt: RM80.00 ("Two of these...")

New pants: RM200.00 a pair ("Three of these...")

New socks: RM30.00 a pair

It ain't over yet....

New Breitling watch: RM8,500.00!

Holy c**p!

He was walking around decked with nearly RM9,390.00 on his person. And that Breitling on him made my trusty ol' cK watch look like a Proton compared to his Bentley. Dang.

And then, you know what he said to me?

"I went over there with RM2,000.00 on my body and I came back with RM1,600."

Hmmm... At that point, I was thinking something smelt like this:

And my eyes became exactly like those when he said, "I was there with a certain someone..." and proceeded to cerita about his shopping carnival over there with her.

I swear. I was thisclose to decking that smug grin off him.

Nice quote

Flattery is like chewing gum.
Enjoy it but don't swallow it.

-Hank Ketcham,
comic artist (1920-2001)

Thursday, May 18, 2006

Dear Blog...

My Desktop,
My Office,
Somewhere in Kay-Kay,
Aplasin, Malaysia.

Hi Blog!

How're you doing? It's been a long time, hasn't it? I know, I know... you must be wondering where I've been or how I've been.

I'm really sorry I haven't had time to write to you for such a while. I've been so busy, you know? Things have been crazy since the last time I wrote. Even now I can't really write too much. My head's pounding too much for me to write too long.

No, no, it's not because I'm in trouble, you silly thing. But I'm really up to my neck in work at the moment. I've got a huge meeting tomorrow and a whole bunch of training programmes to coordinate next week.

I don't wanna be away from you too long either. I know you miss me; I miss you too. I keep thinking about those moments we spend together and I miss those. Things are just too crazy right now.

What's been happening? Like I said, things are crazy.

For one: I just switched jobs! Yes... I don't wanna say too much here. I promise I will soon. I'll just say that I'm giving one month notice and I'm going to report for work at the new place on 15 June.

Thanks! I think I'll do fine too! I think this will be a good change for me.

Some friends and I were also thinking of taking a road trip to the East Coast here but that doesn't look like it'll happen either. I'll tell you about any changes in my next letter.

Anyway, I gotta go. Please take care and say hi to the others for me, kay?

By the way, writing to you is still very sloooooowwwwwwww......... You know what I mean? :)

See you soon, aright?



Saturday, May 13, 2006

With its bearing it realised it can lasting generations

I just had to put this up. This rolling cutting blade sounds like it's installed with A.I. (It realized first time in the world...) and a well-traveled one at that.

And Epoch-making?!?!?!? Do they even know what that word means?

What? It's trying to be a Patek-Philippe? (You don't own a Rolling Cutter Blade with Internal Bearing. You merely keep it for the next generation.)

This was found in a hardware store by the way.

But I should have bought this next one. It's a little sign I saw in a stall in a mall.

It'd be cool for the cops trying to pull me over. Or maybe for my desk at work.

Who knows when it'll come in handy, eh? Ha Ha.

All photos taken with the Nokia 6230i.

Vanity or Virtue?

A priest and a prostitude lived next door to each other a long time ago in a city filled with temples and ghettoes where sexual gratification is sought by visitors and residents alike. Other vices may be found in this city but all were tempered by the presence of the priests who preached proper behaviour and shunning of sin.

The priest saw every evening the prostitude going about her livelihood as man after man visited her. He thought, 'The woman does not have a clean life and thus, surely her soul must be as unclean as the sky in the darkest night.' He often used the prostitude as an example of the manifestation of all that is evil and undesirable on the earth. His heart was filled with disgust of the shameful that she was committing with her body.

The prostitude was fixated on the clean and pure life led by the priest, her neighbour. Every morning, she saw him preaching the good ways to his fellow citizens. She thought, 'If only all man were pure and lived as he live. I can only hope to strive to be like him.'

As both reached the end of their lives and passed on, they met with the Creator.

However, the priest saw that he was being judged not in the way he had imagined as the Creator told, 'All your life you have been judging and decided that your neighbour was not fit to live. Your heart was filled with bitterness and wickedness even as you knelt in your prayers and meditations.'

But the Creator told the prostitude, 'Though you may have been a whore whose body performed unworthy acts, your heart was constantly filled with love and comtemplation of the acts of purity by the priest.'

Who was vain and who was virtuous?

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

Isn't that a bit unfair?

Who do you think would win in a fight between a soldier and a truck driver?

I thought so.

Howbout a fight with 20 soldier pitted against one driver?

Yeah? I thought so too!

When I read the following story in NST Online, I felt my blood boil. It just shows the same mob mentality suffered by certain quarters of our fellow citizens despite having had the so-called discipline and restraint due to constant training. What am I yappin' about? Let's look at it.

You have this schoolbus driver (for gawd's sake) driving in front of a soldier on a motorcycle, right. Basically, that driver must have braked suddenly and caused the soldier on the bike to slam into the back of a bus.

In the first place, the guy on the bike shouldn't even have tailgated the bus at such a short distance that he couldn't stop in time. That's his offense, as far as the law is concerned.

Then the next thing you know, 20 of the biker's friends suddenly decided to bash up this guy?!?

What gives man??? I know about the whole soldier-boys-bond-don't-mess-with-us thing but I think those 20 guys were flagrantly abusing their abilities and martial skills on this poor bastard.
I mean, c'mon! This is a 23-year-old school bus driver for gawd's sake.

Read on.

Driver attacked by 20 soldiers

10 May, 2006 MALACCA: A schoolbus driver received outpatient treatment at the Malacca Hospital for injuries he sustained in an assault by about 20 soldiers here yesterday morning.

The attack occurred following an accident involving the bus and a motorcycle about 7.20am.

The 23-year-old driver was driving alone towards Ayer Molek at the time.

The accident occurred at the Jalan Tun Kudu-Bukit Katil intersection.

Soldier Mohd Rozidi Ibrahim, 38, from Kem Terendak, who was riding the motorcycle behind the bus, suffered a broken right leg and is being treated at the Malacca Hospital.

Twenty of his colleagues, who were following in a truck, allegedly assaulted the driver.

The driver, who is from Muar, suffered injuries to his back and head.

Police have classified the case as rioting but no arrests have so far been made.

© Copyright 2006 The New Straits Times Press (M) Berhad. All rights reserved.

Yeeeeee Haaaah!!!

Your Deadly Sins
Greed: 40%
Sloth: 40%
Pride: 20%
Envy: 0%
Gluttony: 0%
Lust: 0%
Wrath: 0%
Chance You'll Go to Hell: 14%
You'll die in a shuttle crash, on your way to your resort on the moon.

Happy Mothers' Week!

When you were 1 year old, she fed you and bathed you.
You thanked her by crying all night long.

When you were 2 years old, she taught you to walk.
You thanked her by running away when she called.

When you were 3 years old, she made all your meals with love.
You thanked her by tossing your plate on the floor.

When you were 4 years old, she gave you some crayons.
You thanked her by coloring the dining room table.

When you were 5 years old, she dressed you for the holidays.
You thanked her by plopping into the nearest pile of mud.

When you were 6 years old, she walked you to school.
You thanked her by screaming, "I'M NOT GOING!"

When you were 7 years old, she bought you a baseball.
You thanked her by throwing it through the next-door-neighbor's window.

When you were 8 years old, she handed you an ice cream.
You thanked her by dripping it all over your lap.

When you were 9 years old, she paid for piano lessons.
You thanked her by never even bothering to practice.

When you were 10 years old she drove you all day, from soccer to gymnastic to one birthday party after another.
You thanked her by jumping out of the car and never looking back.

When you were 11 years old, she took you and your friends to the movies.
You thanked her by asking to sit in a different row.

When you were 12 years old, she warned you not to watch certain TV shows.
You thanked her by waiting until she left the house.

When you were 13, she suggested a haircut that was becoming.
You thanked her by telling her she had no taste.

When you were 14, she paid for a month away at summer camp.
You thanked her by forgetting to write a single letter.

When you were 15, she came home from work, looking for a hug.
You thanked her by having your bedroom door locked.

When you were 16, she taught you how to drive her car.
You thanked her by taking it every chance you could.

When you were 17, she was expecting an important call.
You thanked her by being on the phone all night.

When you were 18, she cried at your high school graduation.
You thanked her by staying out partying until dawn.

When you were 19, she paid for your college tuition, drove you to campus carried your bags.
You thanked her by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn't be embarrassed in front of your friends.

When you were 20, she asked whether you were seeing anyone.
You thanked her by saying, "It's none of your business."

When you were 21, she suggested certain careers for your future.
You thanked her by saying, "I don't want to be like you."

When you were 22, she hugged you at your college graduation.
You thanked her by asking whether she could pay for a trip to

When you were 23, she gave you furniture for your first apartment.
You thanked her by telling your friends it was ugly.

When you were 24, she met your fiance and asked about your plans for the future.
You thanked her by glaring and growling, "Muuhh-ther, please!"

When you were 25, she helped to pay for your wedding, and she cried and told you how deeply she loved you.
You thanked her by moving halfway across the country.

When you were 30, she called with some advice on the baby.
You thanked her by telling her, "Things are different now."

When you were 40, she called to remind you of a relative's birthday.
You thanked her by saying you were "really busy right now."

When you were 50, she fell ill and needed you to take care of her.
You thanked her by reading about the burden parents become to their children.

And then one day, she quietly died.
And everything you never did came crashing down like thunder on YOUR HEART.


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