In conjunction with our 50th Merdeka Day celebration, I would like to present you this music video.
Negarakuku (Visit Malaysia Year 2007)
As the guy said…
Please don’t sue me. I takde duit…
Archive for July, 2007
25
Jul
Merdeka
23
Jul
porno magazines
The other day I was having some midnight tea with a bunch of old friends, and our conversation ranged from global economy to local market. Then we progressively turned the topic to our good old days.
During that night, there was only one particular story jumped out from the rest.
It was years back when most of them were on a trip to the U.S. for some boyscout thing. They won some local boyscout competition and was rewarded a chance to go to the U.S. to compete against the boyscout from other countries, like the U.S., U.K., and others.
I never understand boyscout and I will not bother about it, period. But most of my good friends were from boyscout. So go figure.
Anyway, back to the story…
The competition was held at Nevada state, so the organizer put all of them in a hotel in Las Vegas. Boys being boys, and Las Vegas is a city of sin; lots of gambling, prostitutions, alcohol and it was an eye-opener for most 15 years old teenage boys whom has never seen things like Las Vegas. So naturally those boys were being naughty, to say the least.
They chipped in money to get prostitution for a cheap blowjob, and the boys lined up to get their fair share of oral-cleaning process. Why not go full swing? Blowjob was the cheapest at USD50 during that time, and all of the boys were just students so they didn’t have a big allowance for a full swing humping action. After the “cleaning” process, they went down and explored the city. They saw the public phone booth got lots of name cards, and on those name cards, they were advertising “Call Sally” or “Call Molly”, attached with a picture (some very naked pictures). They took those name cards as souvenir and they thought it was the best porno they ever got.
I certainly agree with them, after what I had witness after they came back. I will get to that very soon.
They continued to explore Las Vegas, and they stumbled upon a store. They ventured inside, and saw there were a lot of sex toys (like vibrator, dido, KY Jelly, and things like that), VHS tapes (hey, that was like many years back and DVD certainly wasn’t around during that time), and of course, some porno magazines.
These boys were excited to find the porno magazines, but they were afraid that their scout lead (an old female) will find out, so they quickly grab a few porno magazines on the stand, dashed to the counter and paid the magazines. The counter boy gave them a puzzle look, but said nothing. After paying for all 3 magazines, the boys ran out from the store, the porno magazines tucked under their arms like a priceless possession.
They kept the porno magazines hidden from the scout leader, and then when they were back, they called all of us out to a friend’s home, and held the Grand Opening of the porno mag. We scuffled together for our first real porno magazine, and after flipping a few pages, our eyes almost popped out from our sockets and we almost dislocated our jawbones.
The women in the magazines all got sagging breasts and the nipples were wrinkle like my old rag at home. A closer inspection revealed that those women have silvered color hair, and they were older than my mom, not the mention the wrinkles around their eyes. I mean, those wrinkles!
I flipped to the cover and read the title of the porno magazine in my hand:
Women over 40
I said out loud, “What the fuck????” and we were silent for the next 10 seconds, and we could hear the wind blowing outside the house. Then quickly, another friend grabbed the 2 more porno magazines and opened them. To our bewilderment, one of them was Women over 50, and the other one was PlayGirl.
Suddenly, all of us erupted into laughter. The only person who wasn’t laughing was the friend who was in charge of grabbing those magazines and paid for it. Apparently he was too anxious and scared, so he just grabbed whichever nearer and did not read the title carefully (in the U.S., the cover page of porno magazine is normally covered by plastic cover, revealing only the title so one cannot see what’s on the cover).
“Mahai!!!! Shit!!!” he exclaimed, red face.
Up until today, we are still laughing at the incident. Oh it will be a good laugh for many more years to come.
I have been busy, so I don’t have time to really concentrate on this blog anymore.
Work is pilling up and I don’t want distraction. So I will not write as often as I had and I would suggest that you use RSS reader to get updates or something. I will post something once in a while when I really have time to write. Otherwise, well…
Hope you will enjoy.
16
Jul
integrity
According to Dictionary.com:
in·teg·ri·ty
Pronunciation - [in-teg-ri-tee]
–noun
| 1. | adherence to moral and ethical principles; soundness of moral character; honesty. |
| 2. | the state of being whole, entire, or undiminished: to preserve the integrity of the empire. |
| 3. | a sound, unimpaired, or perfect condition: the integrity of a ship’s hull. |
I can tell you that integrity can be bought. Maybe not all the people, but I would say 99.99% of the people would sell their integrity for the right price. If you think that you will not sell your integrity, imagine putting the number 1, and then add the zeros behind, and see would you do something you are not willing to do for that sum of money.
Not willing to do something for 10,000? How about 100,000? No? How about 500,000? Still a no? How about 100,000,000? A lot of people cannot grab the concept of money. It is just a piece of paper and the amount of money is just a number game. Most people are too engross in the amount of money that they can get, to fulfill their desire, like buying the branded handbag, driving a luxury car, living in a fancy house, or some would do so just to pay the rent. People do it for reasons, their very own reasons, and the only person who won’t sell their integrity are those wealthy person whom has everything and has money.
I am not saying that rich people has loads of integrity. Most of them do not have integrity at all, like how they cut the cost of something to maximize the profit, and the product, after cutting the cost, is not safe for consumer use. I don’t care if you are millionaire or from royal family. A normal human being is governed by greed, and greed will command them to sell their integrity for the right price.
How did I know? Don’t ask.
The keyword is “wealthy”, in the sense that in his/her mind, he/she already has the thing he/she wanted, needed, and required. It doesn’t have to be a luxury car, a fancy house, or a branded handbag, but a normal running car, a normal house, and a usable handbag. He/she has money, in a sense that he/she believes he/she can lives his/her life without trouble. It could be a sum of 10,000, or it could be less. But these people do not sell off their best friends for money, and they will not sell their integrity for money. If they need the money, like they know their son is going overseas, they will go by the means of accumulating the money slowly, or refinance their house to send their kids overseas. That is the kind of wealth I am referring to.
14
Jul
free streamyx
No, this is not a post about promotion from streamyx.
In my housing area, there are a lot of people subscribing to streamyx, a DSL service from the local Internet Service Provider, TM.
A lot of these subscribers fancied the wireless-hotspot-at-home idea, so they bought the wireless router, installed it, and then roamed the house with a laptop equipped with the wifi modem built-in. And many of these subscribers do not put the WEP key to secure their connections. As a result, the neighbors can use the connection for free.
I am one of these neighbors, and I ain’t complaining.
When I first moved in, I took the streamyx application form, filled up the form with supporting documents. On that same night, the day before I wanted to submit the application form, I turned on my laptop to do some work (the offline work, like Excel, etc). Then I noticed there were few unsecured wifi around and I clicked on them. Viola! It worked. So I tore up the application form and use the free wifi instead.
Somehow, since last week, all the unsecured wifi was gone. They were replaced by some new names with WEP. So I was screwed, and now I have to go back to the TM website to download the streamyx application form and fill it up again.
Those fucking bastards.
12
Jul
Transformer
I have only one comment for the movie Transformer.
You must watch it. I am planning to watch it the 2nd time, and I am going to buy the original DVD, and that will be the first time ever that I buy an original DVD.
16/07/2006 - Some of my friends watched Transformer for like 3 times. My girlfriend’s sister actually watched it 4 times. Mahai! I am still waiting for my turn to watch it the 2nd time.
10
Jul
movie night
“What do you think of the movie?”
“It’s a crap movie.”
I stopped, and I looked at her, giving her the puzzle look.
“Well, he should have been dead many times, and it is just so not-real.”
“Of course he should have been dead many times. That’s why the movie is called Die Hard! It is a cult movie and there are meanings to it.”
We had just came out from the cinema, watching Die Hard 4.0. It has been a long time since we watched any new movie, and our latest movie prior to Die Hard 4.0 was Pirates of the Caribbean: At World’s End. We wanted to watch Transformer and if I am not mistaken, the tickets for Transformer, even the Gold Class, has been sold out for more than a week already. What was worse was the fact that we both had been so busy, we missed the date for the free preview tickets for Transformer.
I know, I have been slapping my own forehead ever since. But the good news is that we finally managed to get the Transformer some time this week. Gold Class, nonetheless since there is not other options available. That created a serious dent on my wallet since the ticket is priced at RM40 per person (approx USD 11.40. Normal movie is RM10, and for mega blockbuster like Transformer, it is RM11).
Anyway, back to Die Hard 4.0. From the name of the movie, we know that the main character, John McClane (played by Bruce Willis) will not die, or rather, refuse to die. In each and every movie, he would face the big villains, much more well equipped and more powerful than he is. He is just one person, at the wrong place at the wrong time, and he is always at the disadvantage because his opponents were well prepared for the evil-plan. So what’s new? Nothing, its the same as Rambo, Rocky and many more that I can name.
It is not about the six-packs they have in the abs, not size of the biceps or the silly hair (except Bruce Willis, though). It is about the attitude that we should have in life.
Everyday, we are facing an uphill battle with the greatness. Think of it as your main competitor, the multinational companies with billions to spend, and you only started not long ago with a paltry sum of money in your hand. Think of it as the naysayer in your life when you are set off to do things, things that you think will be the greatness. Think of it as your inner-self that stop you from going further, from doing more, from being greatness. Yes, we all have to overcome those great forces in life to achieve our goals and dreams, and it is a constant uphill battle. That’s why Die Hard 4.0 has its meaning and message underneath the shallow movie plot. And most men will love Die Hard 4.0 whereas women will think that the movie is a crappy movie.
Female species love movies like Notebook or The Painted Veil where the men will always wait for hundred years for their love ones to return, or spend the next hundred years to read the story to the love ones, waiting for just a few minutes for the love ones to wake up. You get the drill. If you don’t, go rent those movies (or buy the pDVD), and you will understand.
Anyway, to my female species friends, if you want to know more about the Male Species, kindly watch Rambo, Rocky, and Die Hard (all of them, if possible) and try to understand the message inside the movie. If you do, then you will understand how a Male Species act and think.
For my beloved Male Species friends, you can forget about renting or buying the movies like “Notebook ” or “The Painted Veil”. We will not understand a woman, and we never will. Our forefathers had tried for thousands of years and right now, in the new millennium, we are still very puzzled about Female Species. All you got to do is love them, and say Yes all the time. That should stop any domestic problems right away.
In a normal day, I have conversations with a lot of people. That is what I do best, communicating, knowing people, expanding my personal network, widen my circle of friends, training on my people skill, and the people that I talk to daily are from different background, ethnic groups, age groups and religion groups. Some of them are young (like 18 years old) and some of them are old (let’s say 80 years old).
When I am not communicating (a.k.a doing sales) to potential customers or alike, I like to sit and listen to the stories told by those old man. I normally buy them one glass of drink, and they will start talking about their life-long stories. They had live through the good old days, some told me their war stories and those are fascinating stories.
Except one old man…
I have to deal with an old man, some work related shit. Sometimes he will go to my office, waltz into my room, made himself comfortable on the visitor chair, and he would start telling me things. Even when I am in the midst of something, he will start talking. The worst moment I had with him, in my room, was when I was on the phone with someone and he came in, and started talking to me. Sometimes when I told him that I was about to go out, he would not let me go.
And then the phone conversation. I am damn scared of receiving his phone calls. Here is an example of the phone conversation we had yesterday.
Old Man: “I have been walking….[blah blah blah]”
ME: “I know, but…”
Old Man: [interrupt me] “And then I had to…[blah blah blah for the next 2 minutes]”
ME: “Yes, but…”
Old Man: “[interrupt again] “You see, you have to…..[blah blah blah for the next 2 minutes]”
ME: “Mr. C, I know! I was saying…”
Old Man: [interrupt me again] “So you know what you should do…. [blah blah blah for another 3 minutes]”
ME: “Mr. C, can you….”
[Old Man hung up on me]
Mahai! I was trying to say something and he kept interrupting me. When I found an opening to slot in what I got to say, he hung up on me. Macauhai, I hate this kind of conversation. And it is worse when the thing he talked about [note the blah blah blah part] was a repeat of the same thing, and he can just cling on you to bitch (and repeat the same topic) for at least 3 times, and then repeat another thing at least 3 times. That is just fucking annoying.
And then sometimes when I was in a meeting, I will not answer any phone calls. His solution? Kept calling me until I pick up. I got 8 missed calls from this old man in one hour time, and I couldn’t take it anymore and I excused myself, walked out of the meeting room, and answered him in a hushed voice, “Mr. C, I am in meeting. Do you mind stop calling me again and again? When I am in a meeting, I do not answer phone calls. Just missed call me once and I will call you back when I can.”
When I started saying that, he started talking about his shit again, the same old repeat that I heard earlier that morning. I almost exploded. I hate being interrupted when I am talking (that’s why I don’t like to interrupt others) and the worse thing is, when I am talking, he won’t even listen and he talked back while I was already talking. So when I finished my sentence, I hung up on him (and I was tempted to say “macauhai” [translation: your mother's smelly vagina] before I hung up on him), turn off my phone, took a really deep breath before I went into the room again.
I had been very nice to him, and listen to what he got to say. I know he found an audience but he should not bother me all the time. Sometimes when he is talking to me on the phone, I felt like head was about to explode, and sometimes (actually, most of the time) I wanted to shout at him and ask him to fuck off.
I know I am rude for saying all those things about this old man. I know he is retired and he got lots of time, but he should not be bothering me (and everyone else, for that matter) and cling on to people while they are working. He should find a better hobby or better yet, check himself into old-folks home and play some chess with those lonely old people.
02
Jul
Cameron Highland
On Saturday, I went to Cameron Highland with a friend/colleague/partner and his daughter, along with 2 more of his friends. After we met up at the Curve, we set off to the North-South highway off from Kota Damansara.
The trip on the North-South Highway is nothing to shout about, but while going up to Cameron Highland, there was an accident involving a Proton Wira with a bus. We saw one guy squatting on the roadsi de, his face covered with blood. And then the driver was still inside the car, and he was pinned by the steering wheel. We didn’t think the driver made it. And then there was another passenger at the bank, a lady, and she was just sitting there, face covered with blood as well. We couldn’t draw a conclusion if she was okay or not.
Anyway, right after the accident, all the vehicles going uphill slowed to a conscious rate, and I mean, it was really slow, like snail having steamy sex. So when I see some opening with great amount of safety to overtake, I gunned the 520i and overtook those boring MPVs. Cautious to anyone attempting that; the 520i is a bit underpower as the car body is HEAVY and the engine capacity is not big enough to provide the grunt to perform like a sports saloon.
At the Cameron Highland, I met a few friends and they just happened to visit Cameron Highland. I guess the Visit Malaysia 2007 has really kicked off.
We stayed until 12am, and we took the new route to Ipoh for the famous Low Wong Tauge chicken rice (roughly translate to Old Wong Bean sprout Chicken Rice). By the time we were done, it was 2am, and both of us were getting really tired and sleepy.
Turning off to the highway, I saw a big opening on the North-South Highway with little traffic, so again I gunned the 520i and before I knew it, we were going at 220kmh (roughly 136miles per hour). I slowed down a few times because of some really slow traffic and some big ass buses and trucks were trying to overtake another slow-ass bus/truck.
While driving, I talked to my friend to keep myself awake, and at one time there was no response from him, and I knew he was asleep. Well, both of us were tired so I let him sleep. After not more than 10 minutes, he was talking to me and I said, “Eh? I thought you were sleeping?” and which he replied, “The Malaysian highway is so bumpy, how to sleep?”
So I continued talking a bit, and then I heard some loud snore from the passenger side. Blardy hell, and he claimed it was difficult to sleep. So I drove all the way back from Ipoh and I was the only one awake. It was such a lonely journey.
But I managed to cut the normal travel time from 2 hours to 1 hour and 15 minutes.
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