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12
Jun

No more petrol price increase until year end?

Today the The Star reported that Prime Minister announced no more petrol price increase until year end. [Read the report here]

At first, he said no marriage is on the horizon. The next thing we know, he married his current new wife.

At first he said not going to dissolve the parliament. The next thing we know, he set the nomination date to the following week.

At first he said not going to increase petrol price until August. The next thing we know, the price was increased on June 5th.

So why is it that this time round I don’t believe that the petrol price will be capped until year end?

10
Jun

3G iPhone

I

WANT

A

3G

iPHONE

NOW!!!!!!!!!

After checking with the list of countries that will get an official 3G iPhone, you have Mali, Malta (by the way, where the fuck are these countries?) and some other weird name countries, but you just can’t see MALAYSIA in the list. The nearest one? Singapore!

So what the hell is wrong with that? Besides, now you can’t just purchase the 3G iPhone from store and just walk off. You will need to activate the phone in-store, be it Apple stores or AT&T stores. Holy shit, that’s just a bunch of bull crap. That means now I can’t ask my friend to buy the phone for me and ship it to me anymore!

Apple! You are an innovative companies, so why want to limit your great product to just AT&T? If you want to mass-market your product, remove the subsidy and allow consumers the options to buy the phone without signing a 2 years contract with AT&T. For those who wants to pay less (now, but pay more later), let them commit suicide by signing up with AT&T.

Anyway….

I WANT MY 3G iPHONE NOW!!!!!

06
Jun

My Problem…

First of all, let me state it loud and clear that I do have my problems, and I am far from perfect. Fuck! I can’t even use the word “perfect” in anything about me at all. I do have my flaws, a lot of them, that I have to carry for the rest of my life, but that’s just me.

I guess you can say that with my flaws, that’s who I am, and that is the complete package from Adrian Ang Inc.

I am the sort of person who can’t be bother to explain things that I have done, things that I am doing, and things that I would do in the future. I am basically living my own life and I am so independent that I don’t see the point of explaining anything to anyone.

Let me give you an example; If I were to tell you that I backpacked to Europe, and you wanted me to show proof or get an alibi, I would just smile and keep quiet. What do you expect me to do? Dig out the old passport to show the custom entry point and date, and what if I went Europe alone (which I did) so I don’t have an alibi? Do you see where this is heading? I just fail to see the point of showing any shit to prove something that I had done before.

I was brought up this way. Since teenage life, my parents gave me the freehand to do whatever I want. I was given the money and choice to pick the college that I wanted to attend, picked the course I wanted to take, and I did almost everything myself; taking a long bus journey for the first time to outstation to check out the college, get the information from the registrar office, and looking for a room to rent. Even when I was about to leave the country to further my studies, I still remember vividly how my family asked me which course I was taking while we were on our way to the airport. I told them I was taking Mechanical Engineering, and my dad said he thought I was doing computer science. My mom chipped in that she thought I was doing electrical engineering, and my sisters thought I was doing something else.

Funny and ironic, but that’s what happened, and how things are in my life.

That shows how much freehand they gave me without interfering on the life path I wanted to create for myself. I applied for the universities myself, booked the flight and with 2 luggages, I stepped into the plane and started my journey to the country I heard about so much but had yet to visit.

Of course, if the love one (like girlfriend or wife) wants to know, then I would take the painstaking time to explain. That’s just not me, but I know the need to explain once in a while. Other than that, I don’t bother. But when I do explain, and if she doubts me still, I would just keep quiet again and not bother to say a thing anymore.

Even until now, my mom don’t really ask me much about the ongoings in my life. I didn’t tell her that I broke up with Maria until last Saturday, and again, I didn’t explain why we broke up, and she didn’t ask. She knew that I know what I am doing, and she trusts me completely on my decision.

Some people might think that I am just self-centered. But I beg to differ. I care about the people around me, and I don’t hurt them in one way or another. But this is my life so I should have all the fucking rights to call the shot the way I want without explaining to anyone why I did what I did.

Anyway, the conclusion is this; this is who I am, so you can take it or leave it.

05
Jun

Petrol Price Increase

Most of you should know about that effective 0000 (that’s 12am) today, our RON92 petrol price has increased from RM1.92 per liter to RM2.70 per liter. That’s a 78 cents (or roughly 40.63%) increase per liter, mind you. If you don’t, you most probably come from some jungle-village so please head to The Star to read the news.

Now, I am not an Economist, but it is safe to bet all my money plus the future one that I am going to make to bet that most citizens of the country will be affected by this petrol price increase.

When petrol price increase, the transportation/shipping/distribution price increase. When transportation/shipping/distribution price increase, the raw material price increase and operation cost increase (hey! The boss needs to pump petrol to go to work, okay?!). When raw material price increase and operation cost increase, the product retail price increase.

Unfortunately, our salary do not seem to increase.

So with price of almost everything increase, and the people are strap with the same income, how could the people not affected?

He reiterated that the public should make changes to their lifestyle, saying they must ensure there was no wastage in resources such as water, energy and food. - The Star on Prime Minister Abdullah Badawi about petrol price increase

Genius. Pure genius.

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Instead of one big bowl of noodle, we should all order the small one and get hungry for the rest of the afternoon. Hey! That way we can be on diet as well! Woohoo! One stone two birds! Oh and since the food price will increase, we should start having a small farm in our house to plant vegetables and herd some chickens or pigs. That way we can harvest our own food, and cook them using candles or some dry woods from the forest. If not, we can always eat those food raw! Now that’s creative thinking, isn’t it?

How about we trade in our car for a bicycle? Now we get to work out daily when we go to work and going home after work, and we do not have to pump the blardy petrol anymore! But the price of bicycle would most probably increase as well, so we should all start walking! Yes! Walk to work/school, and walk to the shopping mall during weekend! Another one-stone-two-birds idea! Now this is a scene you most probably won’t see too often: a human walking line jam to the shopping mall! Another plus point would be we have to wake up 4 hours earlier to get ready to work, and not to mention that we can get killed on the road easily. Now isn’t life great?

By this rate of changing our lifestyle, we will be back to primeval period in no time.

Now, I am not objecting to the petrol price increase. In fact, I support this move by Abdullah Badawi (I just disagree with his super smart statement about us changing our lifestyle to accommodate the petrol price increase). Removing the petrol subsidy will remove a lot of financial strain on the gahmen and that will allow the gahmen to spend those savings wisely on improving the country. If the gahmen do use the money wisely instead of abusing it, like corruption and all that bullshit, I will support this move hands down, no question asked.

Then the money should be spent on improving public transport. If anyone dare to say that our public transport system is world class, I would say that this person has never ventured out of Malaysia before. So please, improve the public transport system so that more people can use it, hence reducing the traffic on the road.

And with reduced traffic on the road, that would ease up the traffic jam. Common sense is that our car consume the most petrol during the start-stop traffic jam situation. With the eased traffic condition, then we are not wasting the petrol. It’s best to review the road system as well as most of the time, it’s those small junctions that caused the traffic build-up, so you can consider revamping the road system, expanding the junctions, removing some fucking idiotic traffic lights, and also, why not follow Singapore and spend the savings in petrol subsidy to install Smart Tag on all Malaysian car? Hey, its expensive, but its a one time thing. With everyone having a Smart Tag, we don’t have to stop at the toll gate (or best yet, remove the fucking toll gate!) and then no one would want to smash our car window to steal the Smart Tag.

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And then, remove the import duty for foreign car. If you want Proton to be competitive, remove the protection and let them fight for their survival. Only the strong can survive and if they are not fit, why waste the taxpayers money to protect a bastard child like Proton? When people can afford good car without paying those hefty tax, imagine the savings we have in long run. Instead of paying RM171,800 for a brand new Honda Accord 2.4, we have to pay, let’s say, RM95,000 and that, my friend, is already a RM76,800 saving and that’s a big freaking difference.

The reason why I am suggesting all these is because we are not going to get a pay raise. Let me give you a scenario: the average Singaporeans are paid SGD2000 per month (salary) and we are paid RM2000 salary. But when they only spend SGD1.67 per liter for petrol, and we have to pay RM2.70 per liter, do you see how much more we have to spend? If you convert the currency, our petrol is still cheaper, but to compare orange to orange, don’t convert! How about other stuff like fast food? It’s the same thing! We are not getting paid more, yet we are paying the same as them. So go figure if the people of Malaysia are not going to be affected big time by this petrol price increase.

I hope the gahmen people can stop hiding inside their nice chamber (or office, or house, or palace if you like) and come out from their hiding to meet the people, to understand how the people are living. Drafting the policies closed-door without understanding the life of people is plain ignorant, and its like asking someone who doesn’t drive to draft out a traffic law.

We are not asking you to halt the petrol price increase, but merely asking you to be considerate enough to understand the difficulties that we have to face in life. Remove some of the hefty taxes, make our road more traffic friendly, and make our life easier.

And that’s all we are asking for.

Updated: 06/06/2008

Found this and uploaded to YouTube.

02
Jun

Bring Condom With You At All Time

Today I read a piece of news on The Star about how women should bring a condom with them all the time.

Women: Men must be encouraged to practise safe sex too

PETALING JAYA: Women’s groups have come out in support of the Health Ministry for promoting the use of condoms to combat HIV, but say practising safe sex is the responsibility of both men and women.

Sisters in Islam programme manager Norhayati Kaprawi said it was her group’s hope that both men and women are encouraged to practise safe sex.

“We hope the ministry allocates a bigger budget for free condoms for those who need it, like drug abusers and their partners.”

Norhayati said the Government should also introduce sex education in schools.

She was responding to the call by Deputy Health Minister Datuk Dr Abdul Latiff Ahmad for every woman to carry a condom for her own protection.

Women’s Aid Organisation executive director Ivy Josiah said it should be a joint responsibility.

“I am glad that he brought up the issue. However, our view is that we should be educating men to use condoms.

“Many women find it difficult to negotiate with their partners that they should use a condom, especially for women who are in partnerships where there is violence or control.”

In her blog, former Malaysian AIDS Council chairman Datin Paduka Marina Mahathir concurred that men have to play their part too in practising safe sex.

“It is one thing to carry condoms, it’s quite another thing to get the guy to use them. It might be more useful to tell men to carry condoms instead,” she said.

She also said that the police should not assume women who possess condoms were soliciting for sex.

“The issue is that having a condom in one’s handbag is often used as evidence by the police that one is soliciting (which is a crime).

“Thus, unless we’re supposed to all carry letters from Dr Latiff saying “it’s okay.” women carrying condoms can be arrested for soliciting for clients to provide sexual services. In other words, it will be assumed that they are sex workers,” she said.

I apologize if I am stupid, but I am trying to make some sense here. The Deputy Health Minister Datuk Dr Abdul Latiff Ahmad called for every woman to carry a condom for her own protection, and I am cracking my head to figure out why should every woman carry a condom?

In the case of rape, should the woman just tell the rapist “Hi, mind to use the condom I have prepared? I don’t wish to contract HIV from you. You can have a choice of different favor.” HELLO! This is rape that we are talking about, do you think the girl would have time to tell the guy to use the condom? Or do you think the rapist would bother to use a fucking condom?

Or when the girl is sitting in a bus, and she saw this handsome guy, takes out the condom, give it to him and then they make out in the bus? HELLO! Doesn’t make sense right?

Or how about if the girl decides to go nightclub and hit some one night stand. Well, that, I can see bringing her own condoms make sense (not just one condom, but most probably prepare one box), but normally it would be “your place or mine?” (or some rare occasion, a hotel room), then it is okay to keep condoms at the house instead of bringing it out. Or maybe it was so hot and the urge is so great that they have to settle the score in the toilet. Now I see the great pick-up line from the girls, “Hey, I happen to have a condom in my handbag. Wanna make a go for it?”

Personally, I have no problem with girls keeping a box of condom in their handbag. I won’t even think much about it. But imagine that you are walking out of your office block for lunch and you fall down. Everything inside your handbag, be it wallet, credit cards, lipsticks, and the box of condom, fall off. Some nice guy come to help and just happen to pick up that one box of Durex. Jeez, that’ll be great. Maybe everyone around your office block might think that you are some horny slut.

A final reminder; all condoms have expiry date, so don’t keep it for too long.

27
May

it’s not easy…

I was at the Postal Office, waiting for the number in my hand to show up on the red LED screen over the counter. I was thinking mostly on the things that needed to be done, and how I wished the receptionist would move her fat ugly butt to speed things up.

Alas, it was my turn. I quickly ran to the counter, submitted my paper, and paid the fee required for printing the relevant document. Before I took off, I had the courtesy to make a few jokes with her, light up her day, and then I made my way out.

Suddenly I stopped short in my track. For some unknown reasons, I suddenly had the urge to venture upstairs to speak to the groomers at Pet Safari. Instead of running to the carpark, I detoured to the nearest elevator and went up.

Once I reached the grooming room, I looked around and didn’t see Jackie, my god-son the Golden Retriever. I waved to the groomers, said my Hi, and was about to leave when something caught my attention. I ventured nearer and there he was, Fluffy, in the cage, bangging frantically at the steel door, looking at me, desperately wanted my attention. When he saw that I noticed him, he wagged his tail so fast that it kept banging on the glass wall.

I was stunned. It has been more than 3 weeks since I last saw him. I was denied the chance to see him, hold him, hug him, kiss him, and play with him. Suddenly, for no apparent reasons, I saw him right in front of me, and he was so happy to see me.

I walked to the cage as quickly as possible without tipping anything over or kicking any wires. I opened the cage, and he jumped right out, stood on his hind legs, scratching my legs frantically as if asking me where the hell I had been and why didn’t I go to see him.

I felt a sharp pain in my heart. I kneel down, scooped him off the floor, and hugged him as tight as possible, inhaled as deeply as possible to take in the familiar scent of his, and kissed his forehead softly and gently. I whispered into his ear, saying, “Sorry dear. How have you been? Have you been a good boy? Daddy miss you so much, do you know that?”

He looked at me with those huge twinkling eyes, and started kissing my face. I hugged him more tightly than ever, and I had the urge of just dognapping him so that he could be with me, living with me, so that I can see him daily, play with him everyday, and to take care of him.

I looked at the groomer, and I asked, “What time is she coming to pick him up?”

“She will go to our house at night to pick him up,” came the reply.

“Okay,” I answered.

I put him on the floor, and he ran around me, circling my legs, scratching me once in a while, sniffing me as if trying to etch the scent of mine into his tiny brain. I called him, and we both walked out from the grooming room. I kept watching him, afraid that he would bump into something or lost, and he walked as fast as he could with his tiny and short legs to keep up with me.

I smiled. The first smile I had for weeks, a real smile that came from heart.

I took him to Starbucks, and after I have ordered my drink, I sat there, my eyes fixed on him, capturing his every movement, trying to remember the day as best as I could since I do not know when will be the next time I’ll be seeing him. He looked at me, sighed, and crept up next to my leg, and slept. We spent quiet moments together, and sometimes I would scoop him up from the floor, hugged him, kissed him, and talked to him about the recent changes, what had happened to me, updating him, telling him how much I missed him. Unfortunately, he couldn’t speak, or else I would kill just to listen to him telling me how he has been for the past few weeks.

Time, as we know it, tick at exactly per second basis. But under certain circumstances, the concept of time is different. At that moment, I felt that the second was ticking way too fast, and I was trying hard to slow it down. Very soon, the sky turned darker, and I looked at the watch; it was time to go, no matter how reluctant I was. I looked at him, and he looked back at me, as if sensing what I was thinking. I told myself, “Just another 5 minutes.”

The extra 5 minutes turned into 20 minutes, but I didn’t care. I hugged him again, played with him, kissing his forehead, and told him how much I love him and miss him. Then I inhaled as deep as I could, stood up from the chair, and started walking to the grooming room.

At that exact moment, my phone beeped. I looked at the message, and I sighed deeply. It was more bad news, and at that particular moment, I couldn’t handle it anymore, so instead of replying and explaining, I decided to ignore the message, and continued the difficult journey back to the grooming room.

I put him inside the cage, and he struggled and ran out before I could close the door. He knew what I was doing, and he wanted to follow me. I scooped him up again, and put him into the cage, and this time I succeeded in closing the door.

He looked at me with those twinkling eyes again, and I could tell that he was asking me why I wanted to abandon him again, leaving him there instead of taking him home. I kneel down, face to face with him, and said, “Sorry…”

I turned, and I walked out from the grooming room.

From that moment onwards, I knew, I realized, for a fact that, my life will never be complete again.

17
May

Customer Service

The other day I suddenly had the urge to test drive the brand new Honda Accord (which I wrote about here), and to be honest, I had been checking it for quite some time. I was thinking to visit the Honda showroom, give it a test drive, and then go ahead with the purchase (like settlement on my current car, the sales and purchase procedures, etc).

So I set off to view it at the nearest Honda Dealership just nearby my office:
Sumber Auto Edaran Sdn Bhd
76B, Jalan Universiti, 46200, Petaling Jaya, Selangor.

I don’t want to waste my time to describe in details of my customer visit experience there. But the summary of this whole saga is just this: extremely disappointed.

For the whole 20 minutes while I was viewing the car, checking the interior, sitting on the seats to find out how comfortable it is, peering into the engine bay, turning the knobs to get a feel, and not one, and I mean NOT a single sales representatives, walked to me to serve me. Some of them were just sitting around, ignoring my presence, and some were pretending to be busy doing nothing.

I stood there, looked around, sighed deeply, and just walked back to my car.

Okay, I might not look like rich guy (even though a lot of people said that I do look like one), but at least have a freaking courtesy to come and talk to me. No, not even a single person came to me to say HI or at least ask me “Hi sir, how can I help you?”

If this is the kind of customer service I am getting from Honda, I fret to imagine how they would serve me when my car got a problem.

My other Honda showroom experience at The Millennium Auto & Carriage Sdn Bhd (2007, Wisma Mofaz, Jalan Damansara, 60000 Kuala Lumpur) was just way better. So I think I will go back there to have a look again some time this weekend.

08
May

Free R.P.K

Raja Petra Kamarudin, the owner and editor of the infamous Malaysia Today blog has been detained by police under the sedition act [here] on Tuesday (May 6th) after publishing the blog post titled “Let’s send the Altantuya murderers to hell” on April 25th, 2008. A very interesting read, I might add.

Now, in the old Chinese saying, “Kill one to warn many” and believe it or not, Raja Petra Kamarudin, or commonly known as R.P.K (his initial) is the first Malaysian blogger to be charged under Malaysia Sedition Act. Is this the warning to the people (blogger) not to write the truth or facts? Oh, did I mention that our dear people up there said they lost the general election to the blog-space before? So is this the way to ensure that they will win the next general election by jailing all the bloggers? Of course not. I think it is a way to stop someone like R.P.K when they get too near to the truth about the whole Altantuya saga.

Or some people are speculating that the government is using R.P.K as a test case because the Sedition Act has never been applied to a blogger before, so they want to see if it works. If it does, I believe more people will be dragged into the Sedition Act very soon.

After R.P.K was detained, there is an uproar in the blogger community to demand for his release. There was even an online campaign to raise fund for his bail, and rumors has it that the online portal has raised more than RM20K. Furthermore, there will be a Candle Light Vigil at Dataran Merdeka at 8PM on May 8th for the release of R.P.K. Go show your support if you want to because it is good that some one speaks the truth for a change. What we heard over the mainstream media are nothing but lies, and reading R.P.K’s post is like a fresh air, a change of time. But the truth in those posts are questionable, just like what the mainstream medias are reporting. But I choose to believe as I think R.P.K will not post something without the backing of some evidence.

My heart goes to R.P.K and I hope he will get out of this mess in one piece, and I will pray for his release. If not, if the cronies win, more bloggers whom dare to speak the truth will be put away for a long long time.

If you want to support R.P.K. but don’t know how, here are a few things you can do:
1. If you have Facebook account, join Support Raja Petra Kamaruddin [click on the link here].
2. Join the Candle Light Vigil at Dataran Merdeka on May 8th at 8pm.
3. Donate money.

27
Apr

Your Price

I am many things, but let me say what I am not; I am not an idealist. I am not a perfectionist. What I am is a realist.

Furthermore, it is important for me to explain what I do for living. I observe people and environment for a living. Yes, I am in sales, but sales is only a profession. I need to observe people, listen to the words they said, study their body languages, in order to make a successful pitch. So I spend a lot of time studying people.

I am going to write a 3 part (or maybe 2) entries about my observation about people, or rather, human beings, after years of observation. Some of you might disagree with what I had to say, but let me be clear that this is only my opinion and the results of my observation. So if you disagree with what I got to say, feel free to rip the comment page apart.

From my observation, it is safe (for me, at least) to say that everyone has a price. Your prices differ from person, and that’s is called the perceived price. Some people might price you high, but you might be worthless to some.

The price I am talking about here is different from value. You might be very valuable, but the price might not reflect what you are valued at, and the price is not a must to be reflected in dollar sign. It can be anything, like a person, a dog, or a car.

A good example is your work. You might be valuable to the company, but you are only paid 3000 a month. So 3000 a month is your price to your boss. But do you value only 3000 a month to the company? Of course not. You might valued at 300,000 a month, but that is your value, not your price.

It applies in friendship as well. For example, when you are doing a partnership business with a friend, things might go well at first, like when the business is small. Suddenly, there is this 500,000 dollars worth of deal coming in, and your friend(s) might try different tricks to snatch the deal away to put the money into their own pocket. Now, your friend(s) price is 500,000 because that is how much you need to see his/her real colors, and that is exactly how much he/she is worth. Or how about if one day you are financially in needs, and your friend loaned you 2,000. Now, after just 2 days, this friend kept calling you, sending nasty SMS’s when you couldn’t answer his phone call because you were in meeting. So this friend is priced at 2,000, not any higher than that.

So you think the price thing is not applicable in a relationship?

Think carefully. Nothing can escape the price-valuation.

Imagine, when two person are in a relationship, everything should be beautiful. But then, one day, you decided that you don’t love this person anymore. Let me give a metaphor; if he cheated on you, you dump him. Now, the price of this relationship is his loyalty. Or how about he got fired from a job and he can’t land a job within 12 months, so he got to depend on your income. One day, you decided enough is enough, so you end the relationship. So what’s his price? His price is your salary, because you can’t share it. Or his price is his salary, because he should earn enough to sustain himself and you. Or the price is a Gucci bag, because you always wanted it and he couldn’t buy it for you since he was out of job, so you got really upset and dump him.

Or how about family, you might say. Nope, still cannot escape the price-valuation.

Look around you, how many stories have you heard about son-suing-parents or vice-versa when it comes to wealth inheritance? Or how about brother literally strangling the siblings just because of some money?

Now, you might think that someone who is filthy rich, like Bill Gates, will be exceptional case where there is no price for him. Guess what? He may be super duper filthy rich, but he still has a price. His price could be his offspring where he could forgo of his business or fortune when someone keep his son hostage, or betray his friends and family.

For some unfortunate, like those being assassinated case, the price of the person’s life is the cost of the bullet, or rather, how much the assassin is being paid.

And that’s why I said everyone has a price.

For me, I have very high price for some in my life, but for others, I am worthless. I always observe what the people around me think my price is, and when I become worthless to that person, that person will just, er.. let me try to put it in a nice phrase, “forget about me as a friend”. Sometimes they might say something sarcastic, or display a body language that is really defensive. Some said it without thinking, but from what I do for a living, I can detect the detest easily.

I won’t blame them, because I am a realist. I think about the reason, be realistic, and understand why they did certain things to me, and then I move on.

Do I hold any grudges against them?

Nope, that’s just how things are in life. There are things that we cannot change, and things do happen for a reason. So yeah, I move on, and continue my friendship with someone who still think I am worth something.

So, what’s your price?

21
Apr

4 Days 3 Nights @ Singapore

Day 1 @ 16/04/2008

I took an Aeroline bus from One Utama early in the morning, and reached Singapore in the afternoon. Nothing much as it was mid-day and I checked into the Lion City Hotel, went to the corresponding area to be briefed on the training schedule.

Again, visiting Singapore brought mixed feelings, and the first day that I was here, it was also the date that when we met again after the first meeting, and the first time we held hands, walking on the Clark Quay (the correct pronunciation is Clark Key, which created a joke on my side as the taxi driver was confused on where I wanted to go) area, laughing on silly jokes, and exchanged our phone numbers, and promised to call each other, which we did.

At night, when I was back at the hotel, I was laying on the bed, thinking about the good old times and the sweet memories. I managed to fall asleep in the smile since months ago.

Day 2

I woke up early in the morning and went to the cafeteria area for the hotel breakfast. It’s not too bad (translation: its bad, but not too bad) and it was crowded. Basically the whole cafeteria was filled by tourists from China, and I had problem locating a table for myself and the people were basically ignoring the courtesy of queuing. After the breakfast, I went to the office to start the first day of training.

In the evening, I went to meet up with one of my best buddies, Jason, at Dharby Ghaut (the “correct” pronunciation is Darby Got, which is confusing to me). We had our dinner at a small but comfy and homey restaurant near his office, and we talked about life, update each other on the latest development in our life, and of course, talking about good old times like a two old farts, over dinner and beer.

Day 3

On the 3rd day, I woke up early as usual and then went for the training and meeting, and that is nothing to shout about. At night, I met with Jason again at Bugis and our meeting point was McDonald’s. Well, once I reached only then I realized I had been there before. It was during one of my visits that I had to leave early in the morning, and we were at the Bugis McDonald’s, having breakfast and stuff. It didn’t change much, and I still remember how we used to sit at the outdoor area, talking, holding hands, and feeling sad that I had to leave.

Anyway, after meeting Jason at Bugis, we decided to have drinks again, so we took the MRT to Clark Quay. Now, Clark Quay has transformed a lot from how I remember it. Last time it was a fun place, but now, it is THE happening place.

We stopped at Fashionbar and had around 6 bottles of beer (or was it 7? I can’t really remember). We talked about many things, laughing at the jokes, looking at the people, and cursing the Singapore government for banning smoking in pub/bar. Basically, Singapore is a smoker unfriendly territory, but they are still selling cigarettes (and making loads of money from the tax, as one pack of cigarettes cost around SG$11.60). If you want to smoke, you have to go to the “designated” area to smoke. Damn!

After that, we went to Ministry of Sound just around the corner, had one glass of beer, one glass of whisky, and two shots of tequila. Now, the crowd at Ministry of Sound was great, but the music was even better. It had been years since I dance, and that night, the 3rd night in Singapore, I danced for the first time in 3 years.

But there was a problem. The real women1 didn’t even look at me, and maybe I was over-dressed as the men in the club were dressing something casual, whereby I just got off work so I was still wearing my working suits and pant. Or maybe because I was wearing my glasses instead of contact lenses since I forgot to bring them. Or maybe also because I was (just maybe) one of the oldest men in the club. So these girls got a problem. Or maybe the problem is me2.

Anyway, we had fun until around 3am, and when we left Ministry of Sound, it was raining heavily. I wasn’t sure if the sky knew how I felt deep inside or what, but it was raining as heavily as my heart rained.

Don’t be mistaken. I had fun, but deep inside, I felt lonely.

After that we bid our farewell and I took a cab back to Lion City Hotel. It was an experience to remember as the taxi driver couldn’t even drive a straight line, the cab was swaying left and right constantly, and he kept honking other drivers but he was the one who cut into other people’s lane.

Once I reached hotel, I was so tired and exhausted, mentally, that I fell asleep almost instantly.

Day 4

On the day of departure, I took my time to sleep in. I didn’t wake up until at around 11am, and I checked out from Lion City Hotel. Then I walked to the nearest MRT station and headed to Harbor Front (or is it considered Vivo City? I am not too sure as it’s the same building) to wait for the Aeroline coach for Singapore.

I went for lunch at Burger Kings, which surprisingly, serves only small burgers. I mean, compare the size of the burgers in Malaysia and U.S., it’s small. Is it because Singapore is a small country, so they serve small burgers? Or is it because the government wants everyone to be slim so they don’t want the citizens to be stuffed? Even when I went to KFC to take the Mushroom burger thingy, it was miniature!

Oh well, enough about the small burgers. After lunch, I walked around and sipped my coffee at Starbucks near the dock area, enjoying the sea breeze, watching the birds, smoking my cigarettes and checking mails.

En-route to Malaysia, I met this lovely family from Finland (and the wife is Malaysian) and we talked about many things, like world economy, local politics, Singapore job opportunities, and stuff. The family is spending 1 year traveling around and the guy is interested in landing a job in Singapore or Malaysia.

Sorry people, I didn’t get your names except the kids’ names.

When we reached 1 Utama, no one was there to greet me nor welcome me home. I walked to the taxi stand to get a cab to go home, and when I reached, it was empty and quiet.

Oh! How great it was if there was actually someone there to greet me and make me feel welcome upon coming home.

REMARKS:
1. There were a few transsexuals looking at me, smiling at me, and flirting with me. Mahai!
2. There is an old say, “If one person has problem with you, the problem might lies in that person. If two people have problem with you, the problem may lies in them. But when everyone has a problem with you, then you are the problem.”




 

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