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05
Jul

RAGE 2

For the first time in my 32 odd years life, I discover that I have such capacity to have such depth of hatred and rage towards some one. I am writing this right now doesn’t mean that the rage and hatred subsided. In fact, it is still burning every inch of my skin and melting my internal organs at a rapid rate.

I contemplated for a while, and decided to send her a SMS, not as a closure but more so as the final message to her conveying my wish and hatred towards her.

This is the last time that you will ever hear from me. Thank you for all the lies. Luckily I do not have to listen to your lies anymore. I hope you believe in karma and I wish that you, your families and friends will all go broke, end up sleeping on the street and then die in the most ugliest and disgusting way, the best if its right now, right at this moment, right in front of me. Just in case your numb nut brain cannot comprehend, this is not a threat and this will be the last from me so I am not trying to harass you, but conveying my biggest wish to you. I will pray very hard and hope that my wish will come true. Again, thank you, and please die as soon as possible.

For the very first time in my 32 odd years of life, I made such wish towards a person. For the very first time in my 32 odd years of life, I felt that this person is such scum and is a complete was of earth resources and she should be removed from the surface of the earth. For the very first time in my 32 odd years of life, I made such wishes towards a person and the friends and families. For the very first time in my 32 odd years of life, I wish that a person will rot in hell and will never get a chance for reincarnation and see the daylight. For the first time of my 32 odd years of life, I want a person to suffer forever until the end of earth.

I am not even willing to get my hand dirty. All I wish for is that she and everyone around her will just fucking die by the ugliest and most disgusting way, be it nature force, accidents, or whatever. I don’t want to stain my hands with their dirt, because they are just purely disgusting and I will never be able to wash away those dirt.

If there is a voodoo way or whatsoever that can grant me my wishes, and even if that means I have to repay back using 30 years of my remaining life, I would do it and make that wish.

Yes, this is how much I hate this scumbag of the earth right now.

I am not allowing comment because I don’t want to remark further regarding these issues. So if you respect me, at least as a human being, please do not ask me. If I have a chance to meet up with you and decided to pour it out, so be it.

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29
Aug

Fluffy the Great, Again

The other day we brought Fluffy [more about Fluffy here, here and here] to the grooming center and while waiting for his turn to get wet and clean, we put him on the chair with a Chihuahua named Bruce (what a mighty and macho name for Chihuahua). And then they started playing with each other.

We snapped some video using a camera phone and I just got around to upload it onto YouTube recently.

Enjoy! :P

19
Jun

fluffy the great

During the weekend, we took Fluffy [here and here] to Starbucks @ Ikano Power Center. Generally speaking, we are all used to Fluffy getting all the attention whenever we are at the Starbucks, but that day, something magical happened…

There was this Indian guy kept looking at Fluffy, and suddenly, he came over to us and ask for our permission to touch Fluffy. Being friendly and kind like us, we agreed and he was touching and playing with Fluffy, and then there was this Australian lady came over as well and asked for permission. Not 5 seconds passed and an Indian kid appeared and was touching Fluffy as well. I looked back and saw a lot of people were standing near the window (we were sitting outside, the only place that Starbucks allow us to sit with our pets), looking at Fluffy.

I thought to myself, “Damn! Now we are like those animals in the zoo.”

The Indian guy then asked for our permission to take a photo of Fluffy and again, we agreed. He went back to his backpack and took out one big ass SLR digital camera (I believe its an Olympus, but don’t know what is the model) and started asking Fluffy to pose for him.

Unfortunately, Fluffy was a bit camera-shy on that day.

Anyway, I asked the gentleman to give me a copy of the picture and here are the pictures. Enjoy!

Fluffy Looking Down

Fluffy Looking Up

Fluffy - Close up

These pictures were taken before Fluffy got his grooming session, and he looked damn good!

Maybe I should promote Fluffy to some modeling agency and then Fluffy can become a dog-model. Hell, he might become the face of a few international brands!

11
Apr

mother care

Yesterday Maria and I went over to the The Curve for dinner, and then we went on for some shopping. Maria decided to drop by Mother Care at The Curve and she instantly went on to the toys section.

The sales girl, being very helpful, walked to us and asked us if we needed any help.

Salesgirl: “Hi! May I help you?”
Maria: “No. We are just looking.”
Salesgirl: [obviously not giving up] “Are you looking for gifts or for your own children?”
Maria: [looked at me] “For our own.”
Salesgirl: “Oh! How old is your son or daughter?”
Maria: “Almost 3…”
Salesgirl: “Great! Can I recommend some toys suitable for 3 years old?”
Maria: “Actually, I am looking at this… May I know if this toy can sustain heavy biting?”
Salesgirl: “Excuse me?”
Maria: “I am wondering if this toy is durable under heavy biting.”
Salesgirl: “Uhmm… Miss, this is a toy, so it is not suitable for biting.”

I couldn’t stand it anymore, so I walked away while laughing. Maria was struggling to keep a straight face, and failed miserably.

Let me declare that Maria wasn’t hit by the deep maternity sense, nor she was suddenly thinking of babies. She was just looking for toys for Fluffy [more on Fluffy here and here].

Maria: “Sorry. Actually I am looking for a toy for my dog.”
Salesgirl: “Oh.. uhmmm… er… this is a baby toy.”
Maria: “Okay… thanks.”

09
Oct

Fluffy’s Birthday

Tomorrow is Fluffy’s birthday. Yup, he was borned on October 10th, 2004 so he will be 2 years old tomorrow!


The sweet baby taking a nap….

Now, how can you say NO to such an angel?

We were planning for something, like a birthday party for him. But we got too busy over the weekend that we didn’t have enough time to send out invitations, so right now we will have to think of something for celebration.

He has been having some skin problems due to the heat lately, so we have clipped his hair really short. He is recovering quickly, and even the vet said, “Wow! He is really a strong boy. He woke up really fast from the sedation.”

Hopefully there will be many more years to come to celebrate with Fluffy The Great!

21
Aug

::: Fluffy the Famous :::

Over the weekend, I sent Fluffy for grooming after coming back from hometown. Well, the place was usually crowded so I gave the groomer a call before dropping him there.

ME: “Hey, groomer? Adrian here. I am wondering if you have time for basic grooming?”
Groomer: “I am so sorry, today is very tight. Can you please make an appointment for tomorrow?”
ME: “Oh… hmm.. okay, that should not be a problem.”
Groomer: “By the way, what is your pet’s name?”
ME: “Fluffy.”
Groomer: “Oh! Fluffy ah? No problem! Just send him over anytime!”
No matter if I was the one who made the call, or Maria called, it’s always the same. When the groomer heard Fluffy’s name, he’ll be very delighted and always welcome him. So from now on, when we are going to call the groomer, we will just greet the groomer this way, “Hello! Groomer? Fluffy’s owner here……”

Anyway, I left him there with the groomer, and took the groomer’s dog (a Golden Retriever) out for a while, and later we went to Starbucks to wait for Fluffy. A lot of people came over and pat the Golden Retriever and we were just sitting there, playing a bit and a lot of patting.

Then, when it was time, I went back with the Golden Retriever to the groomer’s place to pick up Fluffy. Yes, after the bathing and basic clipping, he was all fluffy!

Then we went down to Starbucks again and this time, I bought coffee. I didn’t buy coffee because the Golden Retriever was so huge that it wasn’t nice to marge into the shop to order my drinks. But Fluffy is so small and I carried him so it was all good.

We sat down, and quickly a bunch of girls (I am taking a bet that they are maids from Indonesia because one of them told me she was from Jakarta) came over, and asked me, nicely, if they could hold Fluffy. I said OK, and handed him to them. They were playing, hugging, kissing him all over (And there I was, thinking “Shit, there goes his bathing session” because those girls were wearing heavy perfume and make-up) and one of them actually sat down and showed me the pic of her dogs (amazingly, she was using Motorola RZOR phone).

After that, their bus came so they rushed over to catch their bus. Not a minute later, there were two girls, nice looking girls, walked past and saw Fluffy. Instantly they stopped and started talking to Fluffy, patting him, scratching his ears (while he’s on my lap) and I was thinking, “Mahai, how come I don’t get this kind of treatment?”

The two girls stayed for about 3 minutes, and then they went off to meet their friend. Less than a minute later, a dude who worked at Starbucks came over, sat down, and asked me if he could hold Fluffy. Again, I passed him to the dude, and he was playing with him, holding him, patting him and all that.

I drank my coffee slowly, and then we left Starbucks, and headed to one of the stores because I need to buy something. When we walked past the girls (the two nice looking girls), they turned and tried to hold Fluffy’s hand and said, in a nice cuddling voice, “Bye bye Fluffy cutie.” (And again, I was thinking, “Mahai!!!!! How come no girl talked to me that way before!”) and we smiled (Okay, I smiled!) and headed to the store.

Fluffy is getting more attention than we all do. So yeah, I am thinking of sending him in for advertising and see how it goes. Hell, maybe he will make his first million than we do! :P

11
Aug

::: the island :::

When your girlfriend/wife is asking you something like an island, or remotely close to that, you have to be very careful because that will be a big trap and once you get strangle by the web of trap, it will be very difficult to get out, no matter what your excuse/reason is.

Example:

GIRL: “If we have an island, but only big enough for 2 more person beside you, who will you bring?”
BOY: “When will this take place?”
GIRL: “Huh?”
BOY: “Ya, when will we be going to that island?”
GIRL: “Let’s say early next year.”
BOY: “Okay, why do we need to go to that island?”
GIRL: “Let’s assume that we have earned enough money and we bought that island, and then we just wanted to get away from this place.”
BOY: “Oh…. okay….”
GIRL: “So? Who will you bring?”
BOY: “Well, I will definitely bring you.”
GIRL: “And the next person?”
BOY:[scratching head] “Then I will bring my mom. She gave birth to me and spent so many years to keep up to my crap…[message truncated]”
GIRL:[looked at her pet racoon] “How about him? He’s our son!”
BOY: “Yeah, you said two person, and racoon is an animal, and there’s no limit on how many animals we can bring.”
GIRL: “Okay, any 2 living things you can bring.”
BOY: “In that case, I will let you, racoon and my mom go. I will stay back, work harder to earn more money, and make sure the next island we buy will accomodate more living things.”
GIRL:[started to walk away] “Okay…”

Clearly, logic doesn’t win the case here. Reason doesn’t win the case here. The only winning way is to say what she wants to hear, like “Oh, just you and me, and our pet racoon.” It’s just the same as if-me-and-your-mom-fell-into-the-sea question.

See, in the first place, men will ask for additional information like when, how, why, and etc to clearly define out the logic and scenario, and then we will start looking at a solution. Then we deduct the answer from logic and then answer the way we see it.

Unfortunately, logic doesn’t work on women. Just say what they want to hear!

If they are holding two dress, one white and one blue, and ask you which one they should wear, you gotta be smart on this. If you think white is better, keep your fucking mouth shut. Normally women already have a decision in their mind, and asking you is just to confirm their decisions. They wanted to make sure they are making the right choice.

If you say, “Take the white one.” You are fucked.
If you say, “Take the blue one.” You are also fucked.
If you say, “Anything.” Then congratulation, you are fucked upside down, inside out.

Instead, try this. “Honey, it is a difficult choice. Both also compliment you very well, but I personally would choose white.”

If she smiles, goes in to change, then congratulations! You just made it.

But, if she says, “Well, I was thinking of the blue dress.”

Now, don’t press the panic button yet. Be calm, smile, and say, “Yes, of course honey, the blue dress will be a good choice. It compliments your skin tone, bring our the color of your hair and make your eyes sparkle.”

Trust me, if you want to speed things up, use the method above. Otherwise you will have to wait for another 30 minutes before she will decide which dress to wear.

(Luckily Maria doesn’t ask me which dress to wear. She has excellent fashion sense that she made the decision herself.)

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