Sometimes abstruse, Occasionally irreverent, Periodically desultory...but ALWAYS shared! :)
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Monday, December 14, 2009
Malaysia Boleh! We made it into www.newsoftheweird.com again! Woo hooooooo!!!
Promoting the General Welfare in Malaysia:
The government of the state of Terengganu initiated a campaign in November to halt the growing divorce rate by offering pre-marital classes in sensuality. Also, because newlyweds have identified spousal body odor and ugly pajamas as turn-offs, the government invited cosmetics firms and lingerie sellers to improve their offerings. [Indo Asian News Service, 11-2-09]
The chairwoman of the family and health committee of Malaysia's Kelantan state suggested in October that male legislators should take, as additional wives (permitted under Islam), some of the 16,000 unmarried mothers now dependent on state support. [Reuters, 10-29-09]
Monday, December 7, 2009
My HAHAHA moment of the day!
From www.newsoftheweird.com
Friday, December 4, 2009
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Re-blogging: The lazy man's answer to blogging!
Nightmare in real life
Taken from The Star's LONDON LOG By CHOI TUCK WO
A loving husband kills his wife of 40 years while asleep.
IT was, as one psychiatrist was quoted as saying, a perfect storm.
The tragic tale of Brian Thomas who strangled his wife while dreaming he was fighting off an intruder makes for heart-rending reading.
Who could have imagined that a loving husband could actually kill his wife of 40 years while asleep?
For many, it may seem utterly illogical that the 57-year-old man was able to walk free from the court after the prosecution withdrew the charge against him.
Of course, nobody is questioning the prosecution’s decision that there would be no purpose in sending him to a psychiatric hospital.
But amid the torrent of claims and counter-claims over the husband’s chronic sleep disorder, the case has thrown up a myriad of disturbing questions.
One key point that has attracted considerable debate is why did he not sleep in another room after he stopped taking medication for his condition?
For all intents and purposes, to stop taking his medicine regardless of the reason can be seen as little more than an act of criminal negligence.
Even as we watched this extraordinary episode unfold before our eyes, the only one who truly knows what happened is probably the husband.
But whatever the courts could have done to him won’t be nearly as bad as to what he has to live with for the rest of his life.
Yes, the man has been punished enough. To know that he has killed the love of his life – even if he had no control over it – will haunt him for a long time to come.
What a terrible thing to have to live with, especially the thought that he had killed his wife and how could he face life without her.
Being a devoted husband, he must have been absolutely heartbroken to know that his decision to stop his medication was probably the catalyst in his wife’s death.
Hopefully, Thomas is continuously monitored and cared for by his immediate family members and can move on with his life.
Perhaps the moral of the story is to try live a healthier lifestyle and to keep away from drugs as much as possible.
But it’s easier said than done in this day and age when we continuously stuff ourselves with so-called food filled with preservatives and additives.
At the end of the day, there seems to be more than a grain of truth in the adage “an apple a day keeps the doctor away.”
Eating plenty of fruits and vegetables has numerous health benefits and can significantly reduce the risk of chronic illnesses.
Oh, and while we're at it:
Taken from The Star's LONDON LOG By CHOI TUCK WO
A loving husband kills his wife of 40 years while asleep.
IT was, as one psychiatrist was quoted as saying, a perfect storm.
The tragic tale of Brian Thomas who strangled his wife while dreaming he was fighting off an intruder makes for heart-rending reading.
Who could have imagined that a loving husband could actually kill his wife of 40 years while asleep?
For many, it may seem utterly illogical that the 57-year-old man was able to walk free from the court after the prosecution withdrew the charge against him.
Of course, nobody is questioning the prosecution’s decision that there would be no purpose in sending him to a psychiatric hospital.
But amid the torrent of claims and counter-claims over the husband’s chronic sleep disorder, the case has thrown up a myriad of disturbing questions.
One key point that has attracted considerable debate is why did he not sleep in another room after he stopped taking medication for his condition?
For all intents and purposes, to stop taking his medicine regardless of the reason can be seen as little more than an act of criminal negligence.
Even as we watched this extraordinary episode unfold before our eyes, the only one who truly knows what happened is probably the husband.
But whatever the courts could have done to him won’t be nearly as bad as to what he has to live with for the rest of his life.
Yes, the man has been punished enough. To know that he has killed the love of his life – even if he had no control over it – will haunt him for a long time to come.
What a terrible thing to have to live with, especially the thought that he had killed his wife and how could he face life without her.
Being a devoted husband, he must have been absolutely heartbroken to know that his decision to stop his medication was probably the catalyst in his wife’s death.
Hopefully, Thomas is continuously monitored and cared for by his immediate family members and can move on with his life.
Perhaps the moral of the story is to try live a healthier lifestyle and to keep away from drugs as much as possible.
But it’s easier said than done in this day and age when we continuously stuff ourselves with so-called food filled with preservatives and additives.
At the end of the day, there seems to be more than a grain of truth in the adage “an apple a day keeps the doctor away.”
Eating plenty of fruits and vegetables has numerous health benefits and can significantly reduce the risk of chronic illnesses.
Oh, and while we're at it:
Monday, November 2, 2009
Lessons for The Day
again, from my favourite www.newsoftheweird.com! :)
Another Driver Poor at Multitasking: A German truck driver in his 30s crashed his 18-wheeler near Boras, Sweden, in September, and though not seriously hurt, was pinned, immobile, in the wreckage. When rescuers and police first saw him, they noted that the trapped driver's genitals were exposed and that his hand was clasped in his genital area. [The Local (Stockholm), 9-24-09]
Embarrassing: Zach Schultz of Denver became the most recent victim of wind, costing him his car. While driving down Colorado Boulevard in July, he tossed a lit cigarette out the window, but it landed in the back seat and set the car on fire, and he was not able to save it. [KMGH-TV (Denver), 7-16-09]
Another Driver Poor at Multitasking: A German truck driver in his 30s crashed his 18-wheeler near Boras, Sweden, in September, and though not seriously hurt, was pinned, immobile, in the wreckage. When rescuers and police first saw him, they noted that the trapped driver's genitals were exposed and that his hand was clasped in his genital area. [The Local (Stockholm), 9-24-09]
Embarrassing: Zach Schultz of Denver became the most recent victim of wind, costing him his car. While driving down Colorado Boulevard in July, he tossed a lit cigarette out the window, but it landed in the back seat and set the car on fire, and he was not able to save it. [KMGH-TV (Denver), 7-16-09]
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Sunday, September 27, 2009
People With Issues
(from www.newsoftheweird.com)
Three physicians, reporting in The Canadian Journal of Urology in July, described how they handled an emergency-room patient who arrived with a ballpoint pen in his urethra. The man, 57, had assumed that the insertion would be pleasurable, and when it wasn't, thought initially that maybe the pen was not in far enough. After pushing further, to even greater discomfort, he thought that if he pushed it all the way through, it would exit in his rectum, where he could remove it more easily. (Actually, they're not connected.) Doctors removed the pen with the same procedure used to remove kidney stones. [Canadian Journal of Urology (July 2009) via Neurotopia blog, 8-28-09]
Zulbull says: I don't know which is worse, the pain or the stupidity.
Three physicians, reporting in The Canadian Journal of Urology in July, described how they handled an emergency-room patient who arrived with a ballpoint pen in his urethra. The man, 57, had assumed that the insertion would be pleasurable, and when it wasn't, thought initially that maybe the pen was not in far enough. After pushing further, to even greater discomfort, he thought that if he pushed it all the way through, it would exit in his rectum, where he could remove it more easily. (Actually, they're not connected.) Doctors removed the pen with the same procedure used to remove kidney stones. [Canadian Journal of Urology (July 2009) via Neurotopia blog, 8-28-09]
Zulbull says: I don't know which is worse, the pain or the stupidity.
Monday, September 21, 2009
A Very Special First Day for Raya 2009...
because it coincided with Mom and Dad's 28th WEDDING ANNIVERSARY!!!
Gosh...AllI can say is...
AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW :D
Above: Circa lunchtime, Dad surprising everyone with an impromptu rendition of Billy Joel's "Just the way you are" to Mom and receiving a peck on the cheek in the process :)
Happy 28th Wedding Anniversary, Mommy and Daddy :) Love you lotsie XOXOXO
Friday, September 18, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
POOPY TIME!
Wait. That sounds like a weird title for a post dedicated to Raja (liyanaznil.blogspot.com) and her daughter Alisha. But anyways, I'd like to wish a Happy, Merry, CONGRATULATIONS to Raja on the successful birthing of her newborn daugher (Sept 2, 2009) ALISHA ALHABSHI!!! :) Awesomely happy for you, Raja! :) And it's sooooo cool that Alisha is already expressing herself in the cutest and funniest ways!
Quote of the day:
Raja: you should see when she's making poopy
Zul: :
erm
lol
really??
lol
Raja: her face will be all screwed up, turn red, she'll start making snorty noises and thenCHREETT!!
HAHAHAHAHAHAH
Zul: wow
u jus described my routine bowel movements
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Reader's Choice
(from www.newsoftheweird.com)
In Torrington, Conn., in June, a teenage girl, hearing a woman she lived with screaming in another room, summoned four of her friends, who quickly arrived and beat up the 25-year-old man who was with the woman. It turns out that the couple were having consensual sex (and good sex, at that). The girl and three of the boys were charged with assault. [CBS News-AP, 7-2-09]
Keith Griffin, 48, was arrested in Martin County, Fla., in August for possessing child pornography on his computer. He tried to talk detectives out of the arrest by claiming that his cat often walks on the keyboard and must have stepped on some combination of keys that resulted in the downloading of about 1,000 images. [South Florida Sun-Sentinel, 8-7-09]
In Torrington, Conn., in June, a teenage girl, hearing a woman she lived with screaming in another room, summoned four of her friends, who quickly arrived and beat up the 25-year-old man who was with the woman. It turns out that the couple were having consensual sex (and good sex, at that). The girl and three of the boys were charged with assault. [CBS News-AP, 7-2-09]
Keith Griffin, 48, was arrested in Martin County, Fla., in August for possessing child pornography on his computer. He tried to talk detectives out of the arrest by claiming that his cat often walks on the keyboard and must have stepped on some combination of keys that resulted in the downloading of about 1,000 images. [South Florida Sun-Sentinel, 8-7-09]
Friday, September 11, 2009
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Mickey this ain't - part 2
*After exhaustively spraying Ridsect behind, towards and even at the TV set and Karaoke CPU, I decide to call it quits and blame Khairi.*
Me: It's all your fault! Why didn't you see it crawling out from the TV room! You had to keep your eyes on the TV set!
Khairi: We both had our eyes glued to the TV set, genius.
Me: (sighs). Dang it. I guess he tricked us this time. I hope he ran out and found an exit somewhere. If he's built a nest somewhere in the house, he'll definitely return.
*The next day, after consulting Daddy, I go to the hardware shop to buy a mousetrap and rat glue.*
M-I-C-K-E-Y, I-WILL-COME-FOR-THEE!
Proud to be Malaysian? LOL
I am really not sure about the wisdom of using "Malaysia" as a brandname for rat glue.
*Conclusion: After being advised by the hardware shop guy to use anchovies as the bait for the trap, I set it up and wait 'till pre-dawn breakfast (today)...*
Aha! Houston, we have a visitor!
Cute little fella.
A camwhore, too.
Me: So...uh, how should I dispose of it?
Mom: I don't know.
Me and Khairi: Decapitate it!
Mom: 1) It's messy. 2) And how do you propose to do that? Tell it to stand still while you chop its head off, Dr Dolittle?
Me: Point taken. Ooh, what about boiling water! The traditional method!
Kak Nani (our domestic helper): If you're going to kill it, please don't do it in front of me!
Me: Spoilsport. What about we bash it in with a stick?
Mom: Again, the fella won't sit still for you to do that. And again, IT'S MESSY!
Me: Fine. I'll curl it up into a ball and throw it at the bitchy neighbour who lives in front of us.
Mom: You will not! Do the right thing, release it in the park!
Me: Yeah! And let it go crawl into someone else's house! Yeah!
Khairi: Yeah! I just want to watch That 70's Show. You go ahead.
*Now if you'll excuse me, I have a mouse to release!* Erm...Did I just say that out loud?
Mickey this ain't! - part 1
It all started two days ago, during our pre-dawn breakfast...
Mom: (out of the corner of her eye, spots something running really fast) Eh, afterwards get the spray. I saw a really big cockroach run into the TV room.
Me: !!! Shite. How am I gonna watch That 70's Show now?! *Contemplates going upstairs to watch it instead of remaining on the first floor*
Khairi: Well, since I'm done eating, let me go and check it out first.
Me: Be careful, brother. You know what happens when cockroaches get near us!
Mom: You scream and run around like little girls?
Me: Yes.
Khairi enters TV room, switches on That 70's Show. I enter the TV room a few minutes after that, guerilla style. I keep an eye on the floor, under the furniture and in between the drumset, as well as near the cupboards.
Me: Hmmm...no sign of any bastard cockroach.
Khairi: Yep. I guessed just as much. But just to be safe, I ain't sitting on the sofa, man.
Me: Haw, haw! Maybe Mom thought she saw a cockroach, but she just imagined it!
Me and Khairi: Hahahahahahaha!
*NOT Mickey decides to make an appearance by darting out from behind of Karaoke CPU (the one place we did not scan!) and then darting back in. Me and Khairi blink a few times before looking at each other and thinking "OH."*
Me: Moooooooooom! We found your cockroach!
Mom: Oh, good. Get the spray and kill it.
Me: Oh, we'll definitely spray it, allright. But this ain't no cockroach!
Mom: Really? What is it, then?
Me and Khairi: It's a MOUSE.
Mom: Oh, great! Well, do something! Don't just sit there watching TV!
*But guys being guys, me and Khairi wanted to finish watching That 70's Show first! Hahaha. Hey c'mon, it was a fun episode! It was the one where Jackie realized and wanted to confess that she was in love with Fez! Anyway, Khairi and I agree to close the TV room sliding doors, all the while keeping the flashlight focused on the mouse, WHILE watching That 70's Show. Big mistake.*
Me: Well, that was a good episode! Now let's get to tackling that mouse! I'm gonna spray behind the karaoke CPU and TV set. Khairi, you standby and let me know if he runs towards you.
*Images of kamikaze mice running up my leg and chewing on my gonads spring to mind, so I tell Khairi to get a chair ready and stand on it, just in case. He heeds my advice, and stands on the chair while keeping both eyes on the Karaoke CPU.*
Me: (Sprays Ridsect at full blast towards Karaoke CPU and TV) Diiiiiiiiiiiiiie you squeaky little menace! I'll teach you to hide behind my TV and chew on the wires! Diiiiiiiiiiiiiiie!
*At this point, things get interesting. So creeped out by the prospect of having the mouse crawl up his leg and shred his gonads that while squatting on the chair, Khairi accidentally swats a glass on the table and smashes it to bits!*
Mom: (Bursts into the TV room) What happened? Is the mouse wreaking havoc? You all should have removed all the glasses and breakable items from the room!
Me: Relax, Mom. That was Khairi the Mouse, and he just smashed a glass by accident out of paranoia.
*As I continue to spray (lots and lots of it), the mouse does not show any sign of making an appearance. Khairi and I get desperate, so we remove all the drawers where the TV set is and open the cupboard doors beside it. Lo and behold, the fella has DISAPPEARED!*
*** to be continued***
Mom: (out of the corner of her eye, spots something running really fast) Eh, afterwards get the spray. I saw a really big cockroach run into the TV room.
Me: !!! Shite. How am I gonna watch That 70's Show now?! *Contemplates going upstairs to watch it instead of remaining on the first floor*
Khairi: Well, since I'm done eating, let me go and check it out first.
Me: Be careful, brother. You know what happens when cockroaches get near us!
Mom: You scream and run around like little girls?
Me: Yes.
Khairi enters TV room, switches on That 70's Show. I enter the TV room a few minutes after that, guerilla style. I keep an eye on the floor, under the furniture and in between the drumset, as well as near the cupboards.
Me: Hmmm...no sign of any bastard cockroach.
Khairi: Yep. I guessed just as much. But just to be safe, I ain't sitting on the sofa, man.
Me: Haw, haw! Maybe Mom thought she saw a cockroach, but she just imagined it!
Me and Khairi: Hahahahahahaha!
*NOT Mickey decides to make an appearance by darting out from behind of Karaoke CPU (the one place we did not scan!) and then darting back in. Me and Khairi blink a few times before looking at each other and thinking "OH."*
Me: Moooooooooom! We found your cockroach!
Mom: Oh, good. Get the spray and kill it.
Me: Oh, we'll definitely spray it, allright. But this ain't no cockroach!
Mom: Really? What is it, then?
Me and Khairi: It's a MOUSE.
Mom: Oh, great! Well, do something! Don't just sit there watching TV!
*But guys being guys, me and Khairi wanted to finish watching That 70's Show first! Hahaha. Hey c'mon, it was a fun episode! It was the one where Jackie realized and wanted to confess that she was in love with Fez! Anyway, Khairi and I agree to close the TV room sliding doors, all the while keeping the flashlight focused on the mouse, WHILE watching That 70's Show. Big mistake.*
Me: Well, that was a good episode! Now let's get to tackling that mouse! I'm gonna spray behind the karaoke CPU and TV set. Khairi, you standby and let me know if he runs towards you.
*Images of kamikaze mice running up my leg and chewing on my gonads spring to mind, so I tell Khairi to get a chair ready and stand on it, just in case. He heeds my advice, and stands on the chair while keeping both eyes on the Karaoke CPU.*
Me: (Sprays Ridsect at full blast towards Karaoke CPU and TV) Diiiiiiiiiiiiiie you squeaky little menace! I'll teach you to hide behind my TV and chew on the wires! Diiiiiiiiiiiiiiie!
*At this point, things get interesting. So creeped out by the prospect of having the mouse crawl up his leg and shred his gonads that while squatting on the chair, Khairi accidentally swats a glass on the table and smashes it to bits!*
Mom: (Bursts into the TV room) What happened? Is the mouse wreaking havoc? You all should have removed all the glasses and breakable items from the room!
Me: Relax, Mom. That was Khairi the Mouse, and he just smashed a glass by accident out of paranoia.
*As I continue to spray (lots and lots of it), the mouse does not show any sign of making an appearance. Khairi and I get desperate, so we remove all the drawers where the TV set is and open the cupboard doors beside it. Lo and behold, the fella has DISAPPEARED!*
*** to be continued***
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Monday, August 31, 2009
Monday, August 24, 2009
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Monday, August 17, 2009
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Friday, August 7, 2009
From the files and neutral eyes of Frodo Baggins
Boromir had been mulling for weeks to send a "critical analysis" of Saruman's reign of Middle Earth, in the form of a John Hancock'd parchment but never really had the time to do so. The nutless monkey Saruman had always kept Boromir busy with silly, time-wasting treks outside the Shire, sending him to Mordor, the Old Forest and the Barrow-downs with reckless abandon and nary a care about Boromir's pursuit to master the One Ring.
The stillness of the air was shattered this morning with the news that an extremely discontented Hobbit/Elf/Dwarf (it's really anyone's guess as to whether it was Samwise, Legolas, Arwen, Gimli or Pippin or Lord knows who) had delivered a parchment to Gandalf and in it, a damning and angry verbal assault on Saruman's reign. As loyal servant to Saruman, Boromir vouches that he had nothing to do with the parchment, but as a loyal servant of Middle Earth, I can tell you that Saruman had it coming for a long time, and it could very well have been a parchment from even Aragon.
Early news that has filtered through from the Shire via Galadriel has indicated that Saruman has laughed off the parchment and is dismissing it as cowardly and powerless (an expected response, given the evil, vile and arrogant personality of the Wizard). But given the fact that Saruman will be away with the Heren Istarion for about one yavie, it seems likely that the simmerings of discontent of the citizens of Middle Earth will either settle down or boil over in his absentia.
And now we wait for Gandalf the Grey's verdict and decision, and it is hoped that it will be a just and fair decision that will benefit the entire Middle Earth. For it is the transformation of Saruman that will determine the happiness, state of mind, ability and confidence of the people of Middle Earth which is currently almost non-existent...
from the files and neutral eyes of Frodo Baggins
The stillness of the air was shattered this morning with the news that an extremely discontented Hobbit/Elf/Dwarf (it's really anyone's guess as to whether it was Samwise, Legolas, Arwen, Gimli or Pippin or Lord knows who) had delivered a parchment to Gandalf and in it, a damning and angry verbal assault on Saruman's reign. As loyal servant to Saruman, Boromir vouches that he had nothing to do with the parchment, but as a loyal servant of Middle Earth, I can tell you that Saruman had it coming for a long time, and it could very well have been a parchment from even Aragon.
Early news that has filtered through from the Shire via Galadriel has indicated that Saruman has laughed off the parchment and is dismissing it as cowardly and powerless (an expected response, given the evil, vile and arrogant personality of the Wizard). But given the fact that Saruman will be away with the Heren Istarion for about one yavie, it seems likely that the simmerings of discontent of the citizens of Middle Earth will either settle down or boil over in his absentia.
And now we wait for Gandalf the Grey's verdict and decision, and it is hoped that it will be a just and fair decision that will benefit the entire Middle Earth. For it is the transformation of Saruman that will determine the happiness, state of mind, ability and confidence of the people of Middle Earth which is currently almost non-existent...
from the files and neutral eyes of Frodo Baggins
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Innovation is Not Dead!
I've always admired the inventive spirit of the human mind. This family in England have proven that anyone is capable of coming up with a bright idea in times of crisis:
(from www.newsoftheweird.com)
By early July, Jonathan Baltesz and his wife and kids were desperate to find their 10-year-old black Labrador mix, Simon, who had run away. They had one more plan, however. The family members urinated into containers and sprinkled the contents at various locales around their town (Bristol, England), laid out so that Simon could follow a trail home. (Results were unavailable at press time.) [Bristol Evening Post, 7-9-09]
(from www.newsoftheweird.com)
By early July, Jonathan Baltesz and his wife and kids were desperate to find their 10-year-old black Labrador mix, Simon, who had run away. They had one more plan, however. The family members urinated into containers and sprinkled the contents at various locales around their town (Bristol, England), laid out so that Simon could follow a trail home. (Results were unavailable at press time.) [Bristol Evening Post, 7-9-09]
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Monday, July 27, 2009
Because most guys have done this before!
Ah, yes...I remember my first ever encounter with the pop-out bidet. I thought that the pipe thingy would spring up and shoot the water upwards, allowing me to appreciate the flow as it struck the ceiling...Instead, the water shot out at a 90-degree angle and left me with the "I couldn't wait any longer" look on my pants. The lesson I learned? Always make sure you remove your pants when dealing with something that pops upwards and squirts.
Friday, July 24, 2009
NIPPLY THINGS
A-ha! Bet you rushed to read this post, didn't you? You sexy pig fan, you! Anyways, all jokes aside, get your mind out of the gutter because I've always wanted to know...
What the hell are those "NIPPLY THINGS" commonly seen in certain buildings? Are they the "ceiling nipples" I presume they are? One friend mentioned that they were CCTVs but I don't believe so because I don't see a lens anywhere. Smoke detectors? Maybe! But either way, googling "Nipple-shaped ceiling thingies" did not give me a satisfactory answer so I would appreciate if someone could tell me just what those things are!
Update: Someone has informed me that it's for the celcom service. Some broadband stuff or something. Any techies out there care to verify this? :D
Thursday, July 23, 2009
The Mood for The Day
You ever had a moment of inspiration or spark hit you? As in, it hit you hard and then you suddenly saw things clearer or felt ready to make a decision, or take on anything? Well, today I had that moment when I was listening to a song by Shinedown. Sometimes it takes weird things to trigger certain things in us, but for me this song helped. These are just excerpts of the song "Second chance" by Shinedown:
Please don't cry one tear for me
I'm not afraid of what I have to say
This is my one and only voice
So listen close, it's only for today
Tell my mother,
tell my father
I've done the best I can
To make them realize this is my life,
I hope they understand
I'm not angry, I'm just saying
Sometimes goodbye is a second chance
Here is my chance
This is my chance
What song lyrics inspire YOU? ;)
Please don't cry one tear for me
I'm not afraid of what I have to say
This is my one and only voice
So listen close, it's only for today
Tell my mother,
tell my father
I've done the best I can
To make them realize this is my life,
I hope they understand
I'm not angry, I'm just saying
Sometimes goodbye is a second chance
Here is my chance
This is my chance
What song lyrics inspire YOU? ;)
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
PHD Student?!
At first, I just thought that maybe the chaps who wrote the emails were purposely misspelling their words on purpose to catch the recipients' (in the mailing list) attention. But when I really think about it...No, I think these guys are just really sloppy and they are so used to email that they don't bother with spellcheck or grammarcheck anymore. Shame, really.
Dude, I wouldn't go around flaunting that "PHD" tag if I were you...at least, not until I've learnt how to use spellcheck.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Word of the Day
"GROOJO"
meaning: a union of the word "groovy" and "mojo"
Suggested use: He swept her off her feet as he hit the dance floor with some serious groojo.
Note: Also commonly (but incorrectly) assumed to be the title character for Kujo.
meaning: a union of the word "groovy" and "mojo"
Suggested use: He swept her off her feet as he hit the dance floor with some serious groojo.
Note: Also commonly (but incorrectly) assumed to be the title character for Kujo.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Futsal Organizer's English:
I especially love the creative use of the term "beep". And here I was, planning to enter the futsal tournament... I can just imagine it now...
Organizer: Team A, your colour is similar to Team B! I will need you to use the beep so that
the referee can differentiate the team colours.
Me: You want me to use the what?
Organizer: The beep. I need you to use the beep.
Me: (raising left eyebrow and looking puzzled) The BEEP?
Organizer: Yes, yes, hurry now, the referee is about to start the game! Now go ask your
team to use the beep!
Me: (talking to teammates) Well guys, we shouldn't have worn blue today 'cos the
other team is wearing it too. The organizer says we need to use the beep. Understand?
Teammates: (in unison) Okay.
TWEEEET! (The referee blows the whistle for kick-off)
Me: I'm open, I'm open! Beep! Pass the ball here! Beep!
Teammates: Call for the ball! Beep! Watch the left flank! Beep!
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Are You Passionate About Your Job???
ARE YOU?! ARE YOU?! HUH?! HUH?!
Well, this guy is.
from http://www.newsoftheweird.com/: A 48-year-old immigrant from Malta regularly hangs out in various New York City bars, but always on the floor, so that he can enjoy his particular passion of being stepped on. "Georgio T." told The New York Times in June that he has delighted in being stepped on since he was a kid. While one playmate "wanted to be the doctor, (another) wanted to be the carpenter ... I would want to be the carpet." Nowadays, he carries a custom-made rug he can affix to his back (and a sign, Step on Carpet) and may lie face-down for several hours if the bar is busy. He is also a regular at "high foot-traffic" fetish parties, where dozens of stompers (especially women in stilettos) can satisfy their own urges while gratifying Georgio. [New York Times, 6-14-09
So remember folks, whatever your job is - you have to be as passionate as Georgio T, if not more!!!
Well, this guy is.
from http://www.newsoftheweird.com/: A 48-year-old immigrant from Malta regularly hangs out in various New York City bars, but always on the floor, so that he can enjoy his particular passion of being stepped on. "Georgio T." told The New York Times in June that he has delighted in being stepped on since he was a kid. While one playmate "wanted to be the doctor, (another) wanted to be the carpenter ... I would want to be the carpet." Nowadays, he carries a custom-made rug he can affix to his back (and a sign, Step on Carpet) and may lie face-down for several hours if the bar is busy. He is also a regular at "high foot-traffic" fetish parties, where dozens of stompers (especially women in stilettos) can satisfy their own urges while gratifying Georgio. [New York Times, 6-14-09
So remember folks, whatever your job is - you have to be as passionate as Georgio T, if not more!!!
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
My LOL moment for the day
Damn, I would like to THINK that I'm a decent person! But I thought only God would know if I'm a decent person or not :P
Sunday, June 14, 2009
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Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Friday, June 5, 2009
My Favourite Carlo Ancelloti Quote
As some of you may know (especially the Chelsea fans), we have signed a new potential "Special One" as our manager and he brings with him vast experience, a firebrand personality, lots of trophies and of course, VERY DODGY QUOTES. Here's my personal favourite:
It was a gamble for Milan to sign him and Ancelotti had doubts when he first saw the boy from Brazil. He said: "They'd been talking to me about a kid in Brazil. I'd never heard of Ricardo Izecson dos Santos Leite. From the name he sounded more like a televangelist and that wasn't far wrong. All that was missing was his satchel with his books and his snack. Oh my God, we have brought a university student! Kaka didn't have anything of a Brazilian footballer. He reminded me of a Jehovah Witness."
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Tragic suicide ends little Sam’s story =(
Tragic suicide ends little Sam’s story (by Malay Mail's FRANKIE D'CRUZ)
Thursday, June 4th, 2009
THE doting parents had both quit their jobs to care for their fragile five-year-old son after a car accident left him completely paralysed from the neck down.
But destiny had another unkind trick planned for this small family in England.
Little Sam Puttick contracted the deadly brain bug meningitis last Tuesday and died at home three days later.Stricken with sorrow, ex-charity worker Neil, 34, and his Japanese-born translator wife Kazumi, 44, could not face life without Sam.
And so on Sunday, the couple left an extremely emotional typewritten note and drove 140 miles from their home to the 500ft Beachy Head suicide spot in East Sussex.
There they leapt to their deaths. Sam's little body was found in a zipped-up rucksack alongside his parents' bodies.
A second rucksack nearby was filled with Sam's toys, including his favourite yellow toy tractor.
Neil and Kazumi went because they wanted to be with their precious Sam and could not bear the thought of him being helpless and alone.
While it might be an inspiration to the devotion parents have for their children, it is also a grim reminder to those sickening parents who abuse, neglect and starve their own children.
Many of us may not agree with suicide, but as parents, we cannot imagine living a day without our young.Those who condemn the suicide as a weak and shameful thing do have a point.
Imagine the pain their extended family and friends will now have to go through.
Truth is: your life is not just your own, part of it belongs to those who love you.
Sam's story is a heartwrencher. His perfect life was ruined by a careless driver.
The youngster was just 18 months old when he was left effectively quadriplegic following a car crash in 2005.
His car seat was flung through the window of his mother's car during a head-on collision.
His spinal cord was completely severed in the accident.
Till his death, Sam could speak quite clearly and move his head but apart from that, he was all tubes.
Neil and Kazumi set up a website after his accident and raised close to RM200,000 to buy specialist equipment for their severely disabled boy.
Doctors said Sam would never recover from his injuries but his parents refused to give up hope that he would walk, talk and breathe again.
Doesn't his story make you say thank you for the life you have?
Don't we just want to hug our kids?
THE doting parents had both quit their jobs to care for their fragile five-year-old son after a car accident left him completely paralysed from the neck down.
But destiny had another unkind trick planned for this small family in England.
Little Sam Puttick contracted the deadly brain bug meningitis last Tuesday and died at home three days later.Stricken with sorrow, ex-charity worker Neil, 34, and his Japanese-born translator wife Kazumi, 44, could not face life without Sam.
And so on Sunday, the couple left an extremely emotional typewritten note and drove 140 miles from their home to the 500ft Beachy Head suicide spot in East Sussex.
There they leapt to their deaths. Sam's little body was found in a zipped-up rucksack alongside his parents' bodies.
A second rucksack nearby was filled with Sam's toys, including his favourite yellow toy tractor.
Neil and Kazumi went because they wanted to be with their precious Sam and could not bear the thought of him being helpless and alone.
While it might be an inspiration to the devotion parents have for their children, it is also a grim reminder to those sickening parents who abuse, neglect and starve their own children.
Many of us may not agree with suicide, but as parents, we cannot imagine living a day without our young.Those who condemn the suicide as a weak and shameful thing do have a point.
Imagine the pain their extended family and friends will now have to go through.
Truth is: your life is not just your own, part of it belongs to those who love you.
Sam's story is a heartwrencher. His perfect life was ruined by a careless driver.
The youngster was just 18 months old when he was left effectively quadriplegic following a car crash in 2005.
His car seat was flung through the window of his mother's car during a head-on collision.
His spinal cord was completely severed in the accident.
Till his death, Sam could speak quite clearly and move his head but apart from that, he was all tubes.
Neil and Kazumi set up a website after his accident and raised close to RM200,000 to buy specialist equipment for their severely disabled boy.
Doctors said Sam would never recover from his injuries but his parents refused to give up hope that he would walk, talk and breathe again.
Doesn't his story make you say thank you for the life you have?
Don't we just want to hug our kids?
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
US man jailed for having sex with dogs
A Washington state man has been sentenced to 30 days in jail for having sex with his two dogs.
Troy Whitson entered an Alford plea on Monday in Lewis County Superior Court, meaning he admitted no wrongdoing but acknowledged he'd likely be convicted, KITI-AM radio reported.
The 21-year-old from the town of Cinebar is restricted from owning animals for two years.
His malamutes have been placed with new owners.
Prosecutor Michael Golden said Whitson is a member of a group known as Furries who identify with animals and dress the part in makeup, ears and tail.
Golden says Furries gather for social events but having sex with animals is not part of their normal behaviour. He says two of Whitson's Furry friends witnessed the animal sex and turned him in.
Troy Whitson entered an Alford plea on Monday in Lewis County Superior Court, meaning he admitted no wrongdoing but acknowledged he'd likely be convicted, KITI-AM radio reported.
The 21-year-old from the town of Cinebar is restricted from owning animals for two years.
His malamutes have been placed with new owners.
Prosecutor Michael Golden said Whitson is a member of a group known as Furries who identify with animals and dress the part in makeup, ears and tail.
Golden says Furries gather for social events but having sex with animals is not part of their normal behaviour. He says two of Whitson's Furry friends witnessed the animal sex and turned him in.
A spokesman for Marmaduke, Odie and Snoopy later said: "Ain't goin anywhere near that bitch".
Friday, May 29, 2009
I Love Stories with Potentially Happy Endings!!!
From http://www.thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2009/5/29/nation/4005019&sec=nation
Daughter of snatch-theft victim vows to seek revenge
KUALA TERENGGANU: The daughter of a snatch-theft victim has vowed to seek revenge against the thief who injured her mother, even to the extent of engaging a bomoh.
“I will not leave him alone, he ought to be taught a lesson for this inhumane act,” said Nur Aqidah Nasffati Abdul Jalil, 23, outside Sultanah Nur Zahirah Hospital where her 45-year-old mother was being treated for multiple facial and body injuries.
Housewife Mazlina Nawang, 45, was on her way home in Mengabang Panjang, Batu Rakit from work at a laundry outlet when she fell prey to a snatch thief.
Mazlina was riding her motorcycle when she stopped at a traffic-light junction near her home at about 11am.
The thief who was also riding a motorcycle, seized the handbag that was slung on her left shoulder.
Mazlina put up a struggle, and the thief then kicked her motorcycle causing her to fall.
Despite bleeding from her cuts and lying on the roadside, Mazlina continued to cling on to her handbag while the thief tried to pull it from her.
The suspect fled empty-handed when a group of people ran towards him.
Passers-by rushed Mazlina to the hospital.
Nur Aqaidah said she received several calls informing her that her mother was injured in the incident at about 12pm.
But there was an anonymous caller who gave me the registration number of the suspect’s motorcycle and I will track him down at all cost, even if I have to go to the extent of seeking the help of a bomoh,” she said.
Nur Aqaidah said she strongly believes the suspect was a local and had trailed her mother for some time.
“My mother works hard to supplement our family’s income and seeing her in this condition breaks my heart,” she said in a furious tone.
Nur Aqaidah later lodged a police report while the hospital employees handed over her mother’s handbag which contained documents and RM500 to her.
Dear Miss Nur Aqaidah, I promise you that if I run into the snatch thief, I will run him down with my car. But I won't kill him, I'll leave that pleasure to you :)
Daughter of snatch-theft victim vows to seek revenge
KUALA TERENGGANU: The daughter of a snatch-theft victim has vowed to seek revenge against the thief who injured her mother, even to the extent of engaging a bomoh.
“I will not leave him alone, he ought to be taught a lesson for this inhumane act,” said Nur Aqidah Nasffati Abdul Jalil, 23, outside Sultanah Nur Zahirah Hospital where her 45-year-old mother was being treated for multiple facial and body injuries.
Housewife Mazlina Nawang, 45, was on her way home in Mengabang Panjang, Batu Rakit from work at a laundry outlet when she fell prey to a snatch thief.
Mazlina was riding her motorcycle when she stopped at a traffic-light junction near her home at about 11am.
The thief who was also riding a motorcycle, seized the handbag that was slung on her left shoulder.
Mazlina put up a struggle, and the thief then kicked her motorcycle causing her to fall.
Despite bleeding from her cuts and lying on the roadside, Mazlina continued to cling on to her handbag while the thief tried to pull it from her.
The suspect fled empty-handed when a group of people ran towards him.
Passers-by rushed Mazlina to the hospital.
Nur Aqaidah said she received several calls informing her that her mother was injured in the incident at about 12pm.
But there was an anonymous caller who gave me the registration number of the suspect’s motorcycle and I will track him down at all cost, even if I have to go to the extent of seeking the help of a bomoh,” she said.
Nur Aqaidah said she strongly believes the suspect was a local and had trailed her mother for some time.
“My mother works hard to supplement our family’s income and seeing her in this condition breaks my heart,” she said in a furious tone.
Nur Aqaidah later lodged a police report while the hospital employees handed over her mother’s handbag which contained documents and RM500 to her.
Dear Miss Nur Aqaidah, I promise you that if I run into the snatch thief, I will run him down with my car. But I won't kill him, I'll leave that pleasure to you :)
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Lesson of the Day
THOU SHALT NOT MISUSE COMPANY PROPERTY
When I was in Singapore for a seminar ('bout a month ago), I was glancing through the "Recently Opened Documents" on the *bleep* laptop and was quite shocked to see the list of video titles whoever used the laptop before me had been viewing.
Please...use your company laptop for personal use, but DON'T leave proof of where you've been or what you did! It's soooooo embarassing, okay!
Monday, May 11, 2009
Be Who You Are and Say What You Feel...
...because the people who mind don't matter, and the people who matter don't mind!
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Oral-Me, Anyone?
Was mucking about in Giant when I saw this. Not even sure if it's a legit trade mark (Anyone from *bleep* care to comment?) but I just love the bit that says "Oral-Me, my choice"! Whose choice is it indeed, the giver or the recipient?! ahahahahhaha
Oral-Me, why don't you! hahahahahaha
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Your Opinion Plz
It's been brought to my attention that someone took it upon himself/herself to spread the gospel that is my blog (well, portions of it, the fun bits that is) to the senior management in my current place of employment. Well, aside from being flattered that there are people who are such big fans of me that they would take the trouble to look me up, it did make me ponder:
1) Sure, there's no excuse for my raving and ranting about work on my blog, which for all intents and purposes is still meant to be a diary of my private thoughts. And yes, I do realize *bleep* is paying my salary, so where do I get off ranting about work like that, right? Which is why I made some changes and "censoring" of the more "bitter" posts. Because I'm man enough to admit when I'm wrong. Score: Me 0 Someone 1
BUT of course, it doesn't just end there...
2) I make no apologies for the fact that I am only human and need some way to channel my negative feelings when I'm not my usual, happy self. I'd be lying if I told you that I never feel unhappy. Just like that someone would be lying if he or she told you that they copied my blog posts and forwarded it around because they had good intentions (yes, keep telling yourself that) . And when stress levels hit all-time highs (the buildup to our big event at KLCC on Apr 23-26 reeeeaally helped for that one), what, did you think I'd just laugh it off and feel good about myself? Of course I chose to rant. Like any other normal person out there, I need some place or some way to voice out my deepest, darkest thoughts just to feel a little better, even for a little while. Whether I was using the right channel is a different matter. What I'd like to point out is that because I'm neither a God nor a Prophet, I need to vent. You can give me the sermon about how it's better to vent by counting to 10 or remembering God AFTER I've done my venting, okay? Score: Me 1 Someone 1
3) To Mr/Ms Someone, I'm not angry or even annoyed at what you did. BUT, I must let you know that I'm VERY DISAPPOINTED in you. As a (presumably) older, senior and (presumably) wiser person, your actions have just confirmed to me what I always feared but didn't want to believe about the *bleep* sector. That it's people like you...who have nothing better to do except run background checks on new young executives who join the *bleep*...who instead of trying to understand the younger generation (yes, that would be ME) chooses instead to be an old fuddy duddy and fall into the trap of a typical *bleep* worker, by stirring up gossip and making me the topic of discussion because you're too darn busy twiddling your thumbs when you should be working...you, who instead of carefully reading my blog posts and taking note of the mood swings I have, only chooses to notice the "bitter" parts and then go around forwarding them as you sit on your high horse and think "Oh, I'm holier than thou"...you, who chooses to stick your nose into other people's business because you're jealous that I came into the organization (which you've probably been in for far too long and should have been retired anyway) as a young, brash and smart punk, while you conveniently forgot that a long time ago, you were young (but probably not as smart nor good-looking) too. Congratulations, because while my angry blog posts only represent the young generation (hell, we swear a lot, we get angry a lot, why not try to emphatize with us instead of just dismissing us as aimless morons for once?!), your behaviour is symptomatic of the "dengki" culture in the *bleep*. You've proven yourself to be extremely jealous, insecure, severely uneducated, very very petty, lacking a sense of humour and worst of all... Me 2 Someone 1
3) You've proven yourself to be a walking cliche. So, now that you've dug out the dirt on me, what happens next? You give me the evil eye everytime you see me? You're gonna spike my coffee? Report to the boss what an a-hole I am? Spread nasty stories about me? You can do whatever the hell you want, I don't CARE. Unlike you, I will not stoop to your level. Besides, karma has a funny way of evening things out. Next thing you know, you'll be spreading vicious rumours about the new guy/girl who just joined *bleep* whom you're jealous of because he's/she's younger than you, or has a better salary, or is annoying you because she's super hot and pretty. It won't matter to a person like you. For you, there's ALWAYS a reason to start or spread something, right? It's the *bleep* mentality at work, right? Me 3 Someone 1
4) Mr/Ms Someone, didn't it occur to you that you could have contacted ME for clarification instead of getting senior management to gang up and form an "opinion" of me? I imagine that you can think for yourself, right? What exactly did you hope to achieve by going around promoting my blog posts like that? If you wanted to know how come my English is so awesome, you could've come straight to me, I would've taught you all that I could. Alas, I forgot. For people like you, reasoning is not an option. Me 4 Someone 1
5) I actually thought of making my blog PRIVATE, because of you, Mr/Ms Someone. But then I realized, even if I made it as private as possible, for certain friends only, one way or another it could still be copy-pasted around (but at least my friends would be doing it by accident, unlike you, someone). But then I realized, WHY should I privatize my blog? I have a right to write anything I want on my blog, that's why its called a blog. And NO, I will not privatize my blog because I have every right to keep it PUBLIC. And just to make the masses of *bleep* happy, let me clarify that YES, I was very unhappy here when I started, and YES preparing for *bleep* Day drove me to the very edge of my patience and stress levels (Senior management [the credible, honest ones] will agree with me here) and YES, when I was at my angriest, I wrote bitter blog posts about my job. It wasn't the smartest thing to do, but HELL YES I felt good writing them. Between writing nonsense on my blog and jumping out the 29th floor of *bleep* building, I'll take the former over the latter anytime. Me 5 Someone 1!
To say that I have lost all form of respect for you would be an understatement. Now, take a moment...go look at yourself in the mirror. Ask yourself:
DID I DO THE RIGHT THING?
Me? I'm just a guy who writes EXACTLY how he feels because that's the ONLY way I know how to do it. I know what my answer is. What's yours?
Zulbull says: I'm not so stupid to deny that politics doesn't happen in the private sector. Hell, I've heard and seen my fair share of stories when I was in Nestle and WK. All the gossips, all the scandals, all the "Oh, he's not good", "Oh, she is trouble because", "Do you know why he/she", etc, etc. But that someone's behaviour really cements my opinion on politics in the *bleep* sector. We have got a long, long, loooooooooooooong way to go before changes can be seen in this country. Persons like the one who picked on me are proof of this. Classic example of "Tak ada kerja lain (Nothing better to do)".
I know you saved my blog link, Mr/Ms Someone. Do try to dignify yourself by responding to this post. Although as far as I'm concerned, I have totally lost any form of respect for you. Knowing your cowardice, I won't hold it against you if you leave an anonymous comment. It would be more cowardly of you if you DIDN'T leave a comment. Your move...
(Yes, go run and complain to the boss. Show yourself to be the one having a problem, creating a storm in a teacup and causing trouble when there isn't any, thereby proving my point.)
1) Sure, there's no excuse for my raving and ranting about work on my blog, which for all intents and purposes is still meant to be a diary of my private thoughts. And yes, I do realize *bleep* is paying my salary, so where do I get off ranting about work like that, right? Which is why I made some changes and "censoring" of the more "bitter" posts. Because I'm man enough to admit when I'm wrong. Score: Me 0 Someone 1
BUT of course, it doesn't just end there...
2) I make no apologies for the fact that I am only human and need some way to channel my negative feelings when I'm not my usual, happy self. I'd be lying if I told you that I never feel unhappy. Just like that someone would be lying if he or she told you that they copied my blog posts and forwarded it around because they had good intentions (yes, keep telling yourself that) . And when stress levels hit all-time highs (the buildup to our big event at KLCC on Apr 23-26 reeeeaally helped for that one), what, did you think I'd just laugh it off and feel good about myself? Of course I chose to rant. Like any other normal person out there, I need some place or some way to voice out my deepest, darkest thoughts just to feel a little better, even for a little while. Whether I was using the right channel is a different matter. What I'd like to point out is that because I'm neither a God nor a Prophet, I need to vent. You can give me the sermon about how it's better to vent by counting to 10 or remembering God AFTER I've done my venting, okay? Score: Me 1 Someone 1
3) To Mr/Ms Someone, I'm not angry or even annoyed at what you did. BUT, I must let you know that I'm VERY DISAPPOINTED in you. As a (presumably) older, senior and (presumably) wiser person, your actions have just confirmed to me what I always feared but didn't want to believe about the *bleep* sector. That it's people like you...who have nothing better to do except run background checks on new young executives who join the *bleep*...who instead of trying to understand the younger generation (yes, that would be ME) chooses instead to be an old fuddy duddy and fall into the trap of a typical *bleep* worker, by stirring up gossip and making me the topic of discussion because you're too darn busy twiddling your thumbs when you should be working...you, who instead of carefully reading my blog posts and taking note of the mood swings I have, only chooses to notice the "bitter" parts and then go around forwarding them as you sit on your high horse and think "Oh, I'm holier than thou"...you, who chooses to stick your nose into other people's business because you're jealous that I came into the organization (which you've probably been in for far too long and should have been retired anyway) as a young, brash and smart punk, while you conveniently forgot that a long time ago, you were young (but probably not as smart nor good-looking) too. Congratulations, because while my angry blog posts only represent the young generation (hell, we swear a lot, we get angry a lot, why not try to emphatize with us instead of just dismissing us as aimless morons for once?!), your behaviour is symptomatic of the "dengki" culture in the *bleep*. You've proven yourself to be extremely jealous, insecure, severely uneducated, very very petty, lacking a sense of humour and worst of all... Me 2 Someone 1
3) You've proven yourself to be a walking cliche. So, now that you've dug out the dirt on me, what happens next? You give me the evil eye everytime you see me? You're gonna spike my coffee? Report to the boss what an a-hole I am? Spread nasty stories about me? You can do whatever the hell you want, I don't CARE. Unlike you, I will not stoop to your level. Besides, karma has a funny way of evening things out. Next thing you know, you'll be spreading vicious rumours about the new guy/girl who just joined *bleep* whom you're jealous of because he's/she's younger than you, or has a better salary, or is annoying you because she's super hot and pretty. It won't matter to a person like you. For you, there's ALWAYS a reason to start or spread something, right? It's the *bleep* mentality at work, right? Me 3 Someone 1
4) Mr/Ms Someone, didn't it occur to you that you could have contacted ME for clarification instead of getting senior management to gang up and form an "opinion" of me? I imagine that you can think for yourself, right? What exactly did you hope to achieve by going around promoting my blog posts like that? If you wanted to know how come my English is so awesome, you could've come straight to me, I would've taught you all that I could. Alas, I forgot. For people like you, reasoning is not an option. Me 4 Someone 1
5) I actually thought of making my blog PRIVATE, because of you, Mr/Ms Someone. But then I realized, even if I made it as private as possible, for certain friends only, one way or another it could still be copy-pasted around (but at least my friends would be doing it by accident, unlike you, someone). But then I realized, WHY should I privatize my blog? I have a right to write anything I want on my blog, that's why its called a blog. And NO, I will not privatize my blog because I have every right to keep it PUBLIC. And just to make the masses of *bleep* happy, let me clarify that YES, I was very unhappy here when I started, and YES preparing for *bleep* Day drove me to the very edge of my patience and stress levels (Senior management [the credible, honest ones] will agree with me here) and YES, when I was at my angriest, I wrote bitter blog posts about my job. It wasn't the smartest thing to do, but HELL YES I felt good writing them. Between writing nonsense on my blog and jumping out the 29th floor of *bleep* building, I'll take the former over the latter anytime. Me 5 Someone 1!
To say that I have lost all form of respect for you would be an understatement. Now, take a moment...go look at yourself in the mirror. Ask yourself:
DID I DO THE RIGHT THING?
Me? I'm just a guy who writes EXACTLY how he feels because that's the ONLY way I know how to do it. I know what my answer is. What's yours?
Zulbull says: I'm not so stupid to deny that politics doesn't happen in the private sector. Hell, I've heard and seen my fair share of stories when I was in Nestle and WK. All the gossips, all the scandals, all the "Oh, he's not good", "Oh, she is trouble because", "Do you know why he/she", etc, etc. But that someone's behaviour really cements my opinion on politics in the *bleep* sector. We have got a long, long, loooooooooooooong way to go before changes can be seen in this country. Persons like the one who picked on me are proof of this. Classic example of "Tak ada kerja lain (Nothing better to do)".
I know you saved my blog link, Mr/Ms Someone. Do try to dignify yourself by responding to this post. Although as far as I'm concerned, I have totally lost any form of respect for you. Knowing your cowardice, I won't hold it against you if you leave an anonymous comment. It would be more cowardly of you if you DIDN'T leave a comment. Your move...
(Yes, go run and complain to the boss. Show yourself to be the one having a problem, creating a storm in a teacup and causing trouble when there isn't any, thereby proving my point.)
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Never Back Down
Not Even in The Face of Armaggedon.(Rorschach, just before he was blown to pieces by Dr Manhattan)
Who watches the Watchmen?
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