What is your deepest fear?

I heard these quotes recently in a couple of movies. Somehow they kinda stuck out in my mind, bein at this particular point in my life:

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine as children do. It's not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own lights shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

- Marianne Williamson

Let me tell you something you already know. The world ain't all sunshine and rainbows. It is a very mean and nasty place and it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain't how hard you hit; it's about how hard you can get hit, and keep moving forward. How much you can take, and keep moving forward. That's how winning is done. Now, if you know what you're worth, then go out and get what you're worth. But you gotta be willing to take the hit, and not pointing fingers saying you ain't where you are because of him, or her, or anybody. Cowards do that and that ain't you. You're better than that!

- Rocky Balboa

Name Decoder

I know i know, i havent blogged in ages... in fact, this is the longest hiatus ive been on since... the last time i took a hiatus, i guess... neways, found this name decoder thingamajig on the web, thought id share it here.. Click on it to decode your own name:



Gee, I knew I gave good massages, but I havent really tried on anyone else...

Umm... did i just share too much??

WHERE'S MA RODA????

Daaammmit!!

I miss capoeira so much.. I miss the training, I miss the music, but most of all, I miss the Rodas!!!

What I wouldnt give to play in a roda right now... Sigh!!!

Now i find myself wishing I'd trained harder during those months spent training with Bantus... Sigh, I'm never gonna take Capoeira training for granted again...

On a happy note: I finally started training capoeira in my gym.. had my first workout 2 nights back.. wasnt much, just 30 minutes or so, but its a start...

I think im gonna go play with my berimbau for awhile... No, I'm not speaking metaphorically...

Oh, I'll Da Vince your Codes, alright...

Was watchin Da Vinci Code last night.. barely got thru half of it... no, the movie wasn't THAT sucky, though I gotta admit, it was a major letdown... Half the time I went: Waiiit a second, that didnt happen like that in the book!!! You're screwin up the whole damn thing!!!

The blame must, however, go primarily to the copy that I got... I picked it up from one of the Chinese pasar malams (night-markets).. sheesh.. wut else shud i expect.. i was sparsely treated to 5-10 mins of Chinese dialogue... didnt really matter when they characters spoke French, but even the subtitles were screwed up... Infact, im not even sure the subtitles were from the same movie... I wont go into details..

Anyways, during the first 10 mins, an amusing thought popped up:

What if, instead of writing this on the floor:

O Draconian Devil,
O Lame Saint,
P.S. Find Robert Langdon

Museum Curator Jacques Sauniere had actually written this:

Jacques Sauniere was HERE!!!
P.S. Find Robert Langdon and Kick his ASSS!!!! HaHaHaHa!!!!

If you dont find urself smiling (or at the very least, grinning) upon reading that, seriously, go get urself checked up.. mentally atleast...

Later..

Gimme that damn tyre!!!

This incident deserves its own post, primarily due to its significance as yet another capoeira achievement: I finally learnt how to extract wire from car-tyres and attach it to the berimbau.

No, it isn’t some complicated chemical process… all u gotta do is rip into the tyre n pull the damn wire out… but I didn’t know crap bout which way to rip, since I didn’t know where exactly the wire was..

Neways, firstly, to get tyre wire u need…. BINGO!! Tyres!!.. so I dropped by one of em roadside mechanics n asked em if they had any old tyres worth throwin away.. n Presto!!! within minutes, I was drivin back home with a muddy, dirty, dingy old tyre in the boot.

So, next up… rippin the tyre open… yeah I got lazy when it came to that, so I waited a day..

Now, its Friday nite… im supposed to go to Lahore early morning the next day.. n I haven’t packed anything… wut im worried bout is getting the wire out, hookin it up to the berimbau n playin a few simple tunes… n so I did..

Grabbin a knife from the kitchen, I ripped into the damn thing… tearin along the seams… after 1 hour of excruciating forearm effort, I ripped out a circle from one side of the tyre.. I knew where the wire was, I just hadn’t gone the right way bout getting it out… CRAP!!! Oh well, there’s still the other side.. this time, instead of rippin out an entire new miniature tyre, I actually got the wire… WOOHOO!!!

Neways, another hour gone by, I actually hooked up the wire to the berimbau.. n get this: due to lack of string, I used thread.. Yes, THREAD!!! It freaked me out tyin it up, lest it snap n fling right into my eye… but oh well… I’d already pricked myself in the thumb a couple of times cutting up the wire… n I had glasses to protect me… uh huh.. I was safe… not to mention I had to kiddie cousins paying more attention to me handling the wire than they prolly ever did in class…. Combined!!

So finally, amid consistent reminders to the kids to back off n keep a safe distance, I managed to string up the berimbau… With no kashishi (the rattling thingy), and a seashell for a stone… And for a stick, I used a plastic arrow from a kiddie Archery Set…. Sad, yes… but it worked… not beautifully though…

Oh well, u win some, u lose some… :D

N at 3am, I put the instrument away, washed up, packed a few clothes for Lahore, n hit the sack…

Can I go to China? Please?? Please?? Please?? Ohh, thank you Mr. Immigration Officer, Sir!!!

Ok, so its now bout 3 weeks since my arrival here in Paki-land… Nothing really eventful has happened so far… just messin bout, learnt about a dozen new card games from the kids here.. a few moments to ponder on this:

There’s nothing more embarrassing than a grown man (that wud be me, I think) surrounded by a bunchs of kids, learning their games, and then LOSING (Hey Kid!!! Get back here with my frikkin dignity!!!)… However, there is no moment more worthy of rejoicing than when you beat those very kids at their favourite game… (In Your Face, Kid!!! You think u can beat ME?? Who’s the BIGGER MAN now???) Yes, I know I’m way beyond help…

Neways, so I’ve spent my time learnin card games, stuffin myself with my aunt’s delicious cooking, ate a lot more chili chips (They’re addictive, I tell u), introducing myself to my newest kiddie cousin (she’s bout 8 months old at the time of this post… pictures to follow).. I cant help it, I just get along extremely well with kids (Don’t believe me?? Take a look at the previous paragraph again… would a kid-hating dude sit thru all those card games), and I had a couple of good solo workouts, just workin on my kicks n a going thru a ton of pushups… n ofcourse watching my collection of capoeira vids… I restricted myself to headphones when listenin to capo music for fear of freaking out not only my family, but the entire neighbourhood as well…

I met up with an aunt who used to live with us in Dubai… haven’t seen her in ages.. apparently her kids dun recognize me.. that’s alright, they aint seen me before neways :P…was great catchin up with her… she visited us for bout a week or so, every night of which was spent playing card games till 4am, which usually ended with me bein kicked outta the room (hey, I was bored… wuts a guy gotta do??) n headin to bed…

Moving on: I wasn’t able to apply for my visa to China straight away, as I was waitin for some invitation papers from dad.. those hadn’t arrived yet, so I was pretty much killin time.. even met up with another one of my uncles (dad’s side, this time) n his family…

So the papers finally arrive, and dad asks me to go meet some dude n pass him the papers, who would pretty much guarantee visa issuance upon acceptance of a generous sum of money… neways, I had to travel out of town for that (applause to my aunt for drivin me so far), n turns out the bloody assclown doesn’t do this service for people anymore… I dunno y he didn’t tell me this over the fone… n he cant do anything to help me, cuz it seems ive got pretty much every document I need to apply for a business visit visa (at this point, I did a double take: business visa?? Wutthe… I dun even know the intricate details of dad’s business here, n im gonna have to explain it to a bunch of immigration officers????), so I wud do better to head to the embassy n apply myself.. anyways, long story short, it was an unsuccessful trip all the way outta town…

At this point, it didn’t seem like I’d get to China, being banished as I had to the land of Pakis… Shit!!!

Neways, so I decided to head to the embassy myself… unsuccessful at the first attempt, I shud add, since I underestimate the crowd outside the embassy and could get inside before it closed down… Hence, I tried again the next day… Got up REALLY early (6am), made it to the embassy REALLY early (8am), decided to apply for a social visit visa using business visit papers (don’t ask.. but I made it work… apparently them Chinese immigration officers assume we pakis r angels… go figure :P ), and got everything done by 11am… dude said I could collect the papers in 3 days.. that wud be August 4th…

The visa problem being effectively solved, I next booked my flight to Shanghai (10th August, via Doha, Qatar) n then decided on a long overdue trip to Lahore, to visit the rest of my aunts, uncles, n cousins… Booked that for the 5th… n proceeded to shop my ass off in Islamabad until then…

N shop I did indeed… Bought bout a dozen reference books on computing, a stack of DVDs, n 2 suits… that’s pretty much the gist of it… along with some crap that preferred not to work when tested.. oh well, u win some, u lose some…

Well, that’s all I’ve been doin in Paki-Land…

Next Up: Gimme that damn tyre!!!

Paki returns to motherland after 6yrs, causes massive thunderstorm..

Okay… so here goes… after mom unexpectedly decided to NOT allow me to leave KL on the 8th of July, I finally got to leave on the 11th.. Don’t get the impression that I did it gladly, as I must admit I was unwilling to leave.. I mean hey, I avoided it for 6 months, didn’t I? ;) Anyways, I was to fly to Karachi, remain onboard for a few mins, and the flight would continue to Islamabad, my final destination in Pakistan.

N so I left KL, the land where I pretty much came into my own… I attended uni there, made friends for life, none of which I will ever forget (well, maybe some of them I will, but I highly doubt they read my blogs anyway :) ), and well, did a lot more than I can mention right now. In short, I left my life back in KL.

While waitin to board my flight, I made some calls to folks I’d spent a lot of time with recently.. to all those I didn’t call, I sincerely apologise, as I tried making as many calls as I could until they literally dragged me aboard the plane and specifically directed me to turn off my hand-phone… HONEST!!! u can even ask the staff.. just ask em bout the dude with the extremely long, well wrapped, curved shaft (I’m talking bout my berimbau… nothing else.. Honest!! N speaking of the berimbau, muito muito obrigado to Rafael, who’s now chillin his way thru 2 months in Brasil, for patching up one of the old berimbaus and allowing me to take it away with me… it plays sweetly, and I learnt how to rip out tyre-wires myself… a good workout, I must admit).

Anyways, the flight was pretty much uneventful, save for me splashing my coke everywhere due to some supposedly ‘minor’ turbulence.. Oh well, that’s Pakistan International Airlines (PIA) for you (I am not a good Pakistani, am i… just another reason for me to change my nationality :D ).. I dared not violate the ‘Handphones Off’ rules, hence I was unable to take any pictures.. I did get a couple of mean stares from a bunch of pathans, one of whom strikingly resembled Eric Bana (who played Hector in Troy, Bruce Banner in Hulk).. Pathans are sometimes known to be gay, but thankfully I didn’t get any of those looks… Phew!!!

So I landed at Karachi airport, and was surprisingly told to deplane… Confused, I made it to the waiting lounge with a number of other similarly-confused passengers.. Turns out there’s been a massive storm in Islamabad, which caused a delay.. I couldn’t help but wonder if that had anything to do with my returning after 6 yrs… neways, long story short, after 4 hours, 3 packets of chili crisps n 2 Pepsis, I finally boarded the flight to Islamabad.

Thanks to the storm, instead of staying up till 2-3am, my uncle ended up going sleepless on a weeknight, as yours truly arrived at 6.30am… I must congratulate him on hiding his displeasure (on losing sleep, that is.. not on my arrival), as it is well-known how beloved his sleep is to him…

Anyways, so I headed home, gave a long overdue shout out to my grandmother, had breakfast with uncles n aunts (during which I endured several taunts about what the sudden thunderstorm upon my arrival meant), said good morning to several bleary-eyed kiddie cousins (4 of them, at that instant, I think.. kinda hard to keep count), and after several minutes of refusing a bed for an immediate nap, I carried my luggage to a room, and gazing longingly at the bed, decided to sleep in for a few minutes… which turned into a few hours…

So that was my arrival in Paki-land… or pretty much the gist of it…

Next up: Can I go to China? Please?? Please?? Please?? Ohh, thank you Mr. Immigration Officer, Sir!!!

I is Back!!!

Hey peeps!! Dunno if y'all recognize me anymore, since I haven't blogged in bout 5 billion years... Well, maybe not 5 billion years, but its still been a while :P

Anyway, the reason behind my non-blogging status is primarily the fact that Blogspot's permanently inaccessible in Pakistan, where I've been for the past month or so.. N check this out: Theyve blocked it in such a way that you cant access any blogs, but you can still log into your Blogspot account and post... Go figure... I dun mean to appear condescending, but the solutions my country comes up with... No wonder we're at wherever we're at...

Ok, gettin down to business.. the business of blogging, that is... I've got alot to write bout, n unfortunately, despite my numerous attempts, it appears I dont have the magical gift of turning back time and being able to blog everything as soon as it happened, therefore I shall attempt to narrate all narratable events as chronologically correctly as possible... but bear with me... especially since its 2am in the morning right now, n i'm probably not making any sense right now anyways.. n i hate proofreading.. :)

So keep an eye out for: Paki returns to motherland after 6yrs, causes massive thunderstorm..

Everything must Go!!! Well, almost everything...

Yo peeps... I'm clearin out my stuff, so I've got some stuff I dont feel too good bout throwin away, so I dun mind utilising them to fulfill a profitable/charitable cause ;)

Remember, EVERYTHING MUST GO!!!

The items are:

1) 1 Preparation book for GRE (the test you take when applying for admission to masters in the US or canada). Price: Free

2) 30+ Mens' Health (Malaysia and International) issues (dating all the way back to November 2003). Great read for the men for fitness, weightloss, lifestyle, sex, blah blah blah.. Great read for the ladies to get a deeper insight into the male psyche.. Ask me for the issue to see if I havent given it away already. Price: RM 3 per issue

3) 1 bra. Pretty well-laced. Color: Red, Size 32A.. How I came to own it: Dont ask.. Picture available on request. Mannequin not included. Price: Free

4) 1 hockey stick. Good condition. Not to be used for league or professional games. Strictly meant for training purposes only. Price: RM 20

5) Guy stuff. Fairly good condition. Unused for over 3 years. Contact me for further details on this.. Price: Free

6) 1 Samurai Sword. Blunted. Slightly tarnished, but easily fixable with some polishing. Price: To be determined.

That's all I can think of right now... I guess the rest I'm taking with me or handing down to the bros :) I'll post up any other items available later.

Photograph

A good number of my readers out there are aware I'm leavin the country soon... I've got plans, but I'll talk about those later...

For the past few weeks I've been having mixed thoughts, ideas, recollections of awesome times.. The past few years I spent in KL have been memorable for me in more ways than I can imagine, and even though its impossible, I'd like to extend my gratitude to everyone who contributed to makin my experience here a memorable one..

I tell myself to look ahead towards the future that beckons, n hopefully opportunities will present themselves all around.. And then there's this other side of me that regrets leaving KL and everyone I've grown accustomed to over the past 5 yrs, regrets that I'll have to start all over again in a completely new environment...

To be honest I really dont know what to think of everything that's been happening around me lately..

To sum it all up, there's a song whose lyrics really summarize wut I'm generally feeling these days:


Photograph by Nickelback

Look at this photograph
Every time I do it makes me laugh
How did our eyes get so red?
And what the hell is on Joey’s head?

This is where I grew up
I think the present owner fixed it up
I never knew we ever went without
The second floor is hard for sneakin’ out

This is where I went to school
Most of the time had better things to do
Criminal record says I broke in twice
I must’ve done it half a dozen times

I wonder if it’s too late
Should I go back and try to graduate
Life’s better now than it was back then
If I was them, I wouldn’t let me in

Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It’s hard to say
It’s time to say it
Goodbye, Goodbye
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for

It's hard to say
It’s time to say it
Goodbye, Goodbye

Remember the old arcade
Blew every dollar that we ever made
The cops hated us hangin’ out
They say somebody went and burned it down

We used to listen to the radio
And sing along with every song we’d know
We said someday we’d find out how it feels
To sing to more than just the steering wheel

Kim’s the first girl I kissed
I was so nervous that I nearly missed
She’s had a couple of kids since then
I haven’t seen her since God knows when

I miss that town
I miss their faces
You can’t erase
You can’t replace it
I miss it now
I can’t believe it
So hard to stay
Too hard to leave it
If I could relive those days
I know the one thing that would never change

Look at this photograph
Every time I do it makes me laugh
Every time I do it makes me

Coming Soon...

Yeah, i know i havent been blogging much lately.. infact, I havent been blogging at all in a while...

Neways, I've been doing alotta thinkin lately... expect a massive post in a couple of days...

Thanks for visitin ;)

Later...

Losin it...

i dunno wut it is... but ive pretty much lost interest in everything these past few days...

Food has lost all taste (except for junk food, that is)... Sleep doesnt come easily (if at all)... I dont feel like workin out... dont feel like chillin out...

Basically im not doin much of anything, and yet I feel my time is being wasted, and I should do sumthin bout it...

Most people would categorize this behaviour as being love-struck.. but to be completely honest, I dont think any girl has held that much value in my mind for a number of years now... my close friends, male and female alike, are still considered priceless to me thou...

At times I think it cud just be a case of insomnia leadin to me feeling poorly during the rest of the day... n at other times I think im losing interest in life itself.. like it aint worth it anymore...

Any advice is more than welcome...

Revelation of the day

I got back to the gym last week... Tried this new compound exercise workout... Frikkin awesome.. I'm hoping it'll help strengthen my body for capoeira..

Neways, this is all I could lift on each of the exercises:

Clean and Press: 40kgs
Squat: 50kgs
Barbell Pullover: 20kgs
Bench Press: 40kgs
Good Morning: 20kgs
Barbell Bicep Curl: 20kgs

So wuts the revelation?? I'm frikkin weak...

But that'll change soon enough

All those McValue Meals corrodin ur head or sumthing???

Stupid Stupid McDonald's Survey Ppl!!!

Dumbass, I just bought n paid for a Beef Foldover Meal..
You saw/heard me order the Beef Foldover Meal..
You saw the dude at the counter pass me my Beef Foldover Meal..
I walked right by you carrying my Beef Foldover Meal on a tray...
You saw me walk right by you carrying my Beef Foldover Meal..

Your survey requires you to interview people who just bought n paid for the Beef Foldover Meal, hence you approached me n asked if you could ask me some questions, to which I agreed...
Now, I'm sitting right opposite you...
You can see there's a Beef Foldover Meal in my tray...
n ive unwrapped it..
n im eating it..

So WHY THE HELL DID YOU ASK ME THE FOLLOWING QUESTION FROM YOUR SURVEY, AND EXPECT ME TO ANSWER IT:

Question: Did you purchase the Beef Foldover Meal today???


Ive said it before, n im sayin it again: Kill Me!! Kill Me Now!!

See, its on days like this that I wish certain people were hung from their testicles, and shot through the lungs... Just certain ppl, not everyone...

I was gonna blog.. but lunch time's comin up in 10 mins..

So this is all u get for now..

Boo Hoo for you...

I'm Back!!!

I havent blogged in a while now... Have had a ton to write bout, but never had the time to write it... its not that I've been totally busy, just that I need the free time to get to know my bed a lil better...

For a brief outline, this is pretty much the gist of wut's been happening (not in chronological order) since I last blogged, which has been quite a while:

1) Got the right side of mom's car smashed (seriously.. n it wasnt my fault...)

2) Had a bout of flu

3) Got my GRE scores...

4) Got frustrated at ETS for not sending me n my unis my GRE scores (i had to call them up to find out... i'll explain later, just wait for the post, dammit)...

5) Decided to say 'Screw you' to the Canadian n US unis I applied to, and decided upon UNSW located in the Land Down Under (Australia, ppl... not wut ur thinkin)

6) Found out my trip to OZ-land might have to be put off for a few months, but it will definitely be compensated for...

7) Had a series of clubbin sessions, which is extremely rare for me...

8) Tried dancing during those clubbing sessions... this is sumthing I will definitely NOT be blogging about...

9) Had a brief but very haunting fling with the smokes... REALLY callin it quits this time...

Umm.. thats all I can recall for now.. not much for a span of slightly over a month, isit???

Oh n I'll be addin 10) soon: Givin notice for quittin my job... WooHoo!!!

With a cigarette in my hand...

its been a week since i last blogged.. seems addictive, doesnt it...

Speaking of addictions, I remembered watching this video for an anti-smoking campaign I saw on Zee TV (Indian Cable TV channel) sometime during the 90s, n happened to come across the lyrics today... they didnt mean shit to me at the time, but I always tried recalling it.. neways, I happened to come across the lyrics for the soundtrack for that video, n just wanted to share it will all the smokers out there... :

Title: A lesson learnt late

It was, I remember, many years ago,
When I had failed to distinguish between a friend and a foe,
When they had invited me ,holding open the pack,
When I lost to curiosity, instead of being taken aback,
When on that fateful day , for the first time,
I held a cigarette in my hand.

It was, I felt a part of being in the teens,
And what had started with a puff or two became a routine.
The smoke's illusion blinded me for as it arose,
Arose my spirits too, and I muttered to myself, "I can" because,
With a cigarette in my hand ,
I felt like a man.

Soon it came out in the open, for it had become a habit I could not hide,
I was helpless, for I could not help but continue,
Even when I knew, it was eating me up from inside,
I was sick...my body and my soul and I realized,
With the cigarette in my hand,
I was a dying man.

Soon I was just a lifeless form, a hollow,
People shunned me everywhere, I wished,
If only had I done something which others could follow,
But it was too late, I had taken the wrong path, and I was ignored,
because
With a cigarette in my hand,
I was a hated man.

All the time, tears filled my eyes,
For people had bid me their good byes,
I wept because my cells , my body was choking ,
If only on that first day,my friends had been joking,
And then one day, the cigarette dropped from my hand,
I was a dead man.

I've got alot to learn...

I wanted to post this last night, but was too tired to write after swimming, playing futsal and following that up with a roda at Bangsar. The fact that it rained practically all day long was seriously depressing, but only slightly delayed the start of the roda.

Anyway, the roda itself was awesome. We were visited by Professor Versatil from Grupo Batuque. This group is based in Los Angeles, USA, n is lead by renowned Capoeira Mestre Amen Santo. To the non-capoeiristas, Mestre Amen Santo played Mark Dacascos' capoeira teacher in Only the Strong. Yes People!!! A protégé of Mestre Amen Santo joined us at a roda..

Anyways, the dude was awesome... Its not like he flipped around n stuff... but he made the roda tons of fun mann... thou i kinda regret not takin the opportunity to play against him myself, just watchin him was awesome mann... like i said, he didnt do stuff which is totally flashy, but maybe he just went easy on us novices... He did have an awesome game against Instructor Rafael thou, but still nothing REALLY flashy.. which serves to provide me with another awesome example that I dont really need to be entirely flashy to be a good capoeirista in a roda..

I realized a couple of things thou... Firstly, his game seemed extremely relaxed as compared to the fast-paced game I'm learning and used to watching... He made it fun to watch n play capoeira.. He messed around in every game, laughed, played, n generally had fun, instead of taking everything so seriously..

The second thing I realized when he played against Instructor Rafael. Our instructor could definitely keep up with this guy's game. The only thing that may have overpowered Rafael would be Versatil's tremendous size... the dude was atleast 6'2", easily... n Rafael's about 5'9".. but back to the topic: what i realized during their game was that our instructor, through some reason known to him, tries to show us the vicious side of capoeira. I'm not sayin he's bein brutal with us or sumthin... but my guess is he's prolly a lil tired of us tryin to be flashy n showy, and tryin to make us more aware of what happens when rodas get violent.. Basically, as i mentioned in an earlier post, he wants us to be more aware of the trickery that sometimes occurs in rodas... And try to take care of ourselves when facing a dangerous opponent.

The third realization: I wanna try learning Capoeira Angola. Its different from capoeira regional (the fast-paced game the world usually recognizes as capoeira) in that its much slower. It looks easy to the casual observer, but Ive heard it requires more technique, and more precision in each movement. I definitely wanna try it out now, especially after watching the roda last night... Maybe i'll ask Rafael one of these days to teach me some Angola.

N oh yea, the guy's gonna be visiting our training sessions sometime this week. I hope I can get a few pointers from him... I did talk to him after the roda about his academy (thats when he told me that he studied under Mestre Amen Santo), got his name-card. If i'm lucky enuff to get to the US by this summer, Id def wanna find a good academy to continue with capoeira. So i asked him about training in NY. He mentioned a couple of his mestres had academies there, so i might check those out, if, God-willing, I'm lucky enuff to get accepted into the uni there...

Sigh, I've got a loooooooooooooooong way to go mann...

Adios ppl..

am at the office right now... freakishly bored and redundant, with nothing to do... n i dont even feel like workin on my uni applications right now... even thou i know i shud.. n im wasting time..

To be honest, I dont feel too good right now... I stayed up late last night enjoying junk food (just a bit, not much) and WWE RAW... Slept at about 2.30.. n woke up at 8...n i had a moderately rigorous training session yesterday evening... to sum it up, i easily violated 2 outta 3 basic laws for attaining physical fitness (eat right, sleep right, train hard)

I dont even know if I can attend training today... Just feeling sick from not having caught up on my sleep for the last few days... even thou Tuesday (2 days ago) was a public holiday...

I've realized I can still be up for an intense training session if I havent eaten properly... but not sleeping enough, well thats an entirely different ball-game..

Maybe i'll go home n sleep for an hour or two before training.. or maybe i'll sleep alot longer, n feel better for the next session..

I gotta change this lifestyle, mann... not sleepin enuff, not training enuff, not eating right.. no wonder i suck at capoeira right now...

n did i mention I havent had time for breakfast yet today?? I'm really lookin forward to lunch, which seems like its a gazillion light-years away right now (read 10-15 minutes)..

Today, the House... Tomorrow, the WORLD!!!

This is gonna freak you out... I'm serious...

I found sumthin on my handphone, which cud change the world for years to come... I found out that my lil brother aspires to probably take over the world someday.. well, NO, he didnt sms me those exact words...

lemme tell u how it goes:

I was just sittin in my lonely lil corner in this office of mine, and just remembered I had a bunch of tasks to complete soon... In order to remember them this time, I decided to save myself a memo on my handphone...

Whilst browsing the menu for the 'Organizer' (little did i know what hideous, evil, insiduous activities were being planned, by this sinister character who claimed to be my youngest sibling, having just a couple of years ago reached an age comprising of double-digits), I came upon my 'To-Do List', and unknowingly unveiled a rather surprising series of plans for world domination (like sheep being led to the slaughter)...

How may I have the audacity to place the above-mentioned accusations upon so (apparently) innocent a being, you ask?? Well, the handphone I now possess was handed down by my very father to me (No it wasnt handed down generations!!! its not THAT old, u Freak!!).. Thus it happened that, one night, while my brother was fooling around with the handphone, he downloaded some of his more sinister (oh wait, I already used that word once... try menacing) plans for world-domination... Of course at that moment, he couldnt have had the slightest tinge of the notion that his very darkest thoughts might one day be unveiled by an unsuspecting character, whose blood reeks of innocence, and.. well... debauchery... namely... Me....


I now reveal to your very eyes what I shall hence-forth refer to as 'The To-Do List':

1) Buy 5 Ferraris for family and me (does he even KNOW that he cant even look over the friggin steering wheel, let alone drive a ferrari????)

2) Buy 9 Rolls Royce for family and me (umm... i know they're expensive n all, but I'd rather have the ferraris... plus, we're a family of 5, who keeps the extra Rolls'??)

3) Buy six 7 million villas with all facilities for family and me with 21 floors ( I wonder what 'all facilities' consists of)

4) Buy 10 latest windows computers for family and me (Laptop, LAPTOP!!! dont forget THAT!!)

5) Buy private jet plane for family and me (umm... cant argue with this one... as long as they have enromously huge Recliner seats)

6) Buy duplex size cinema for family and me (im guessing this is where he REALLY shows us his plans for world domination... on the Big Screen )

7) Buy 8 king size beds (somehow I'm kinda glad he didnt say 'for family and me' here)


This is where it REALLY gets nasty (Caution: Not meant for the faint-hearted):


8) Deposit 21 million in bank (21 million what?? if its rupees, then thats just peanuts.. if its dollars, well thats an entirely different story, init??)

9) Meet President Bush, President Pervez Musharraf, and Prime Minister Abdul Badawi (strange combination of personnel... they must all be in on it together... n Bush is just in there to get b**ch-slapped around...)

10) Buy 53 containers of soft drinks (he's gonna drown us all in soda...)

11) Buy 53 pizzas (or fatten us for the kill.. this seems better...)

12) Send ships around the world (Convoys?? Battleships??)

13) Visit America, India, Pakistan, France, Brazil, New York and Canada (Plans to take over the world, sure, but doesnt realize where New York is actually located..)

14) Buy 18 latest Nokia handphones for family and me (hmm.. well... he's doin sumthin nice for a change... before the unspeakable acts...)

15) Visit all of the wonders of the world (after u take over the world, u gotta check up on ur inheritance, right...)

16) Complete Carleton application, UPenn application, Brown application ASAP (Oh wait... this one's mine...)

17) Clean whole house... (Now this is the confounding part.... Pray tell, what DOES it all mean???)

Live in fear people, for you may never know when this plastic-sword toting, pellet-gun brandishing uncouth may show up at the shores of your land and wreak havok upon your unsuspecting countrymen...

The only available images of this infiltrator-to-be are childhood pictures on the garden-swing (he obviously realized the speed of the swing would disallow his distinctively smooth features to be accurately photographed and documented... Despicable, I tell you).

Please be on constant lookout for this deviant, and any information of his whereabouts should be passed on to the DAD agency. However, this agency has been known to have a negligible effect in nullifying this barely-teenage menace... Unsurprisingly, the MOM agency has been known to produce more satisfying results..

P.S. All plans revealed in the 'To-Do-List' are unedited, and have been copied directly from the list found on the phone. Disbelieve at your own peril.

Run Forrest, RUN!!!

I ran today...

After quite a long layoff from my daily run... not that i had much of a run to begin with neways.. but back to the topic at hand..

so, i ran today.. for the first time in weeks... or months, actually...

I'd had a basketball workout with a bunch of guys ive started playing with recently... had an average game, considerin i hadnt played basketball in over a year (more on that later)...

After basketball, I felt like running... for no reason at all.. now those of u who know me will have guessed sumthin mite have been seriously wrong.. cuz i HATE running, even thou i used to do it quite frequently... I mean, put me in a futsal or basketball game, then sure i'll run my a** off... cuz at the point im focusing on the game, not on the running.. but put me on a jogging track or a treadmill, n im like Homer Simpson after a long hard day of work (wonder if u'll catch the irony in that...)

so all of a sudden i felt like running... so after a brief rest, i got on that treadmill down at the condo gym... n mann, i ran...

no seriously, i RAN... not as fast as.. umm, whoever's dominating the sprinting scene these days (i'd mention Marion Jones, but with all due respect, a woman's name might not do too good to me right now).. nor did i run as long as Forrest Gump..

I went on for 5 miles.. sure, no big deal for all u marathon runners out there... u guys can leave now... for the meagre audience left behind, i continue:

I ran 5 miles, mann... I ran hard.. I ran so frikkin hard I started sweating through my sneakers... The treadmill handlebars were covered in my sweat... Relax, I took a towel along, cleaned it all off when i was done...

So after im done running, I spent a few minutes stretching... n came back up... took a long (n i DO mean LONG) hot frikkin shower, hoping to rest that injured shoulder of mine...

came back up..

n drank the remainder of a bottle of Vanilla Coke...



Thats all...

Dont expect me to talk about any enlightening revelations talking bout my running n all..

I just wanted to record this moment in my personal record books as the day I get back to my daily running routine... ofcourse it doesnt have to go as far as 5 miles everyday, does it... i mean, with all due respect, am i kenyan man with a number on my back?????


P.S. For all illiterate ppl who might misinterpret that last statement, I seriously respect the people of Kenya... one of my closest friends is kenyan, n he can vouch for that... after he beats the living sh*t outta me, that is...

I wish it hadnt happened...

sumthin happened a couple of weeks ago.. it wasnt good...

By this point I'm guessin uve figured out I'm not really gonna go into the specifics of wut happened... since there's the ever-so-miniscule-but-still-existent chance the person who this concerns might just stumble upon my blog n read it... no, im not afraid of him/her.. I just prefer to leave everyone hangin...

neways, i really dunno wut happened, or wut made me do it... all i know is that my better instincts were against it... but it still happened... i made the initiative to do it, n the person responded...

all i can say is so far i havent had to face any of the consequences of what i did... i dunno how long that might last thou... so far it seems alright... i felt it'll be cool for everything to be back to the way it was... but turns out im kinda glad it didnt... so far... I also know for me it cant ever be the way it was before... no way mann, i aint gonna sink that low...

n if somehow things start to get outta hand again, i guess i wont really be reluctant to return to the way things were until a few weeks ago...

P.S. dun ask me what im actually talkin bout... i just dun wanna go into the specifics...
P.P.S. some of u readin this prolly think its to do with sex... i know who u r... :) n ur wrong...

It aint easy...

i was a big fan of the Ninja Turtles (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, to be precise) when I was a kid...

who am i kidding?? I'm STILL a fan... well, not to the same extent, but I still think they were awesome characters, especially with those cool weapons n all...

neways, pardon the digression...

I owned a copy of their first movie.. aww mann, dun get me started on it, it was heaven for a kid like me who was so into martial arts n a big fan of ninja turtles, since it was the first realization of the shelled heroes on the big screen... Well, there was this one scene I recall, its where Splinter (errr, Master Splinter, that is) has this lil talk over a couple of drinks with the turtles during Happy Hour (ok, ok, it was really some sorta sensei-student-ninja-counselling thing) and goes sumthing along these lines:

Splinter: You are young, have loads of energy, testosterone, a very high sperm coun... errr, i mean, you are young...
TMNT: Ahuh, that we r, yessir Master Splinter sir...
Splinter: But one day, I will get my hairy rat's ass out of this sewer... (kidding... actually, his words were: but one day, I will be gone)
TMNT: No shit dude, look at u, ur like, OLD n stuff (kiddin again.. their reaction was more along the lines of 'OK, this sounds like serious shit, i better put this pizza away n sit down n listen')

So basically, to sum it all up, Splinter's tryin to tell em that right now ur havin fun n all that jazz, but one day i wont be around to take care of u, n ur gonna have to look after urselves, look after each other, clean up ur rooms by urself, wipe ur own ass, and, needless to mention, use ur ninja teachings wisely... u know the likes...

Now we get to the point of this blog:

After our capo training today, we all got a similar lecture from our instructor... n it reminded me of the above movie... n made me think. His words were sumthin like this:

Instructor: You guys are the advanced class. But I get better results from the beginner's class, since they train much more seriously n harder... u guys think its all ok right now, since capoeira's just a part-time thing for most of u, n everybody's a friend here... so when u train with them u dun wanna train hard for fear of injurin urself or the other person... but one day if some guy from another group comes to join our roda, ur gonna be in big trouble... ofcourse, first im gonna go head to head with him to make sure he doesnt cause trouble... but wut if im not there one day, and some guy comes along and messes around with u and u cant get back at him... its ur own problem...

Hearin all this got me thinkin mann... i mean, wut if one day he really isnt with us in a roda n some dude comes along n hands our asses back to us... damn... thought scares me... heck, not just that, wut if ur faced with a member of your OWN group who wants to take u down so bad he/she can taste it.. then what?? ur stuck with that forever...

n that got me thinkin.. I gotta stop slackin off... its not so much about training more, but rather bout training harder n smarter... cuz one day it might just happen... n rather than go home with a shattered knee or cut lip, id rather have the pride of successfully standin up n defendin myself (yeah, yeah, reminiscent of Custer's Last Stand, I know)..

Sigh... gotta work harder ppl... train harder, giv it all ive got... nothin comes easy...

Back To School!!

Hey... you... YES, YOU... check this out...

I'm gonna do something... that i have yet to do in any post in this entire blog..

curious??? well, you should be.. this incredible feat will be:

I'm gonna TRY not to complain.. (note the exquisite usage of the word 'Try', ladies n gentlemen)

ahuh... yeah... u lucked out on this one, buddy...

now, i COULD go on about how my injuries havent healed yet... but i wont
i COULD start about how strenuous my workout was yesterday (even though I enjoyed almost every second of it).... but i wont...
i COULD talk bout how seriously low on cash i am these days... but will i?? Nope...
i COULD drag on n on about how sleep-deprived I am during the week, especially this one.. but will i?? No Sir...

This time there will be NO complaints...

neways, since i cant think of anything to compl..err, i mean write about, im gonna share a memory with u guys... u know how, come September or January, there's all this 'Back to School' hype for the kids... a frenzy of shopping for schoolbags and supplies.. anyways, so whenever I hear this term, it brings back a particular memory I had in high school...

lets start from the beginning:

Millions and millions of years ago, dinosaurs roamed the earth.....

Umm.. wait... wrong story...

Ahh yes, here we go:

This happened in 2001 in the UK, during my final year of high school... School was in the city of Bath, n I'd headed down to London for the long weekend.. A classmate went along to London too, to visit his relatives. This buddy we'll call Tim.

So anyways, we head down to London, me visitin my cousins, him visitin his... so on Sunday we decide to chill out n all... met up, had a meal, hung out at Nike Town for a bit, checkin out suits for graduation, that sorta stuff... neways, we're chillin out...

before i go on, i gotta giv u some foreground on the story... we got to London by train, basically.. tickets paid for by school (they'd already extricated the money from us... literally.. cheap bastards).. so here's the deal, a school staff member went along to london as well.. and to ensure that we'd all return to school on time, he kept all our return tickets.. basically we'd have to meet him for the 6.45pm train Sunday evening... a couple of the younger kids groaned, moaned, complained (take ur pick of words), but basically u couldnt do shit about it... me n my friend, we're like, yeah we got no probs... so its cool.. so we head off... its all good mann...

neways, back to the story: so the 2 of us r chillin... n somehow one of us manages to glance at a clock... its frikkin 5pm... we're like ohh SHIT!!.. needless to say, we grabbed the train n rushed back... now, we decided that since my station was further away from Paddington station (where we'd catch the train back to Bath), id grab my stuff, meet him at his station, n we'd head there together... aight, sounds cool... so we do that...

I sprinted back home, packed my stuff (distinctly remember a FHM magazine with Katie Price a.k.a. Jordan in the UK), had second thoughts bout buyin a Halal pepperoni pizza, n got on the train.. I arrived at his station... n waited... i had no mobile phone at the time... he did.. lucky bastard... so im waitin for him... 20 mins... 25 mins.. 30 mins.. alright, I decided to call him up from a payphone... call him up n this happens:

Me: Yo Tim, where u at mann, ive been waitin for like.. ages
Tim: Yo dude.. i'm already on the way to Paddington
Me:.............................
Tim: (my name)... u there?
Me: WUTTHE****??
Tim: I was gettin late, so my uncle's like u better go
Me: Sigh.. alright, im gettin there asap..

So i literally slamdunk the phone receiver back into the holder... n im waitin for the train... only i realize, there's been no train goin to paddington since ive been here...

asked some dude, n he's like, oh that train doesnt come here anymore, so u have to go here n there, n then switch over to that train from there..

so i go... actually i didnt have time to do much of anything, cuz the next train came in just then.. so i did wut the guy told me, went here n there, n switched over to that train from there...

YES!! i made it... n its exactly 6.45pm.. awesome... the train barely opened its doors, n im outta there like Ben Johnson on steroids, carryin bout 2 tons worth of bags behind me... my shoulders r bleeding... and guess what:


I run into Paddington station JUST IN TIME to see my train pull out.. not to mention, the guy with my ticket was onboard.... i'll call him Devious Bastard from now on...doesnt matter though, cuz he doesnt appear in the story anymore.... so im watchin the train with my jaw hangin loose like i just got uppercut... n i see one of my friends just arrive as well.. n im thinkin.. atleast i made it here before him.. :P

neways, now i had a problem.. i had 20 bucks on me... ticket costs 30... sooo.... wut the heck do i do? so i see this friend of mine.. n i ask him how's he goin back, blah blah... turns out he's prolly the only dude who acted paranoid n kept his ticket to himself... we'll call him Lucky Bastard from now on... neways, so Lucky Bastard shows up... i ask him if he's got some extra cash.. the guy bullshits (REALLY easy to tell when he's bullshittin) n says he dun got anything... only the ticket back
so im like 'F**K!! now wut do i do???'

Im sittin there.. wonderin how im gonna sell my ass enuff to make some cash to get home.. just kiddin... was just wonderin bout how to get back... then i see a familiar figure approaching from the distance... WUTTHE!!! ITS TIM!!

so immediately im like 'DUDE!! u left on time to catch the train... wut the heck happened'... u wont believe wut his answer was.........

Tim: I fell asleep on the train, n went all the way to the last station...
Me: (Too shocked to say anything)...................... OOOKAYYY!! (looks up n whistles)

neways... so Tim had just 10 bucks n no ticket either... so we're totally dead.. (the thought that both our money put together cud get ONE ticket did cross my mind.. but i wasnt a bastard... Yet...)

so finally, we figure out.. the best possible way to get back ASAP.. is to get bus tickets.. which were like 11 bucks each.. so we headed down there.. turns out the next available bus is at 11PM.. no choice... bought the ticks.. ended up goofing off for the next 3 hrs... eatin some home-made chicken Tim's aunt packed.. even gave some to this homeless dude... invited him to join us for some chicken.. felt kinda nice to do sumthin for a homeless dude..

neways, so finally got on the bus... long drive back home.. did some thinking... Tim fell asleep n NEARLY missed our stop, so i had to kick him awake...

turns out we had just the right amount of cash to get us from the bus station to school... felt kinda weird roaming around the school halls at that hour (2.30AM, mind u...)

Sigh, the things we do in the pursuit of education...

Oh yeah, n the next day, the amount of heckling n shit we got from our classmates for missin the train was.. well.. pretty degrading.. so im not gonna write bout that...

Forgot to mention: Lucky Bastard took the next train back to school outta london.. did wanna ask him later how come he got from the train station back to school if he didnt have any extra cash... but i decided to let it go... wutever mann... we still ridiculed him for other shit thou...

Omens...

so here i am fallin asleep at work again...

I think its gonna be bad day for me today... The signs are as follows:

1) Slept at friggin 1.30AM... its in the AM, so it still counts as today... yeah i know it entirely my fault for not sleeping on time, but im in a derogatory mood, so help me.. plus i had this really cool capoeira/jackie chan DVD to watch...

2) I overslept in the morning (this might have had somethin to do with sleeping late... will confirm that)... n had to get showered n dressed in record time (Clark Kent wud be put to shame)

3) I then arrived ridiculously early for work at 7.30...

4) Got caught makin one too many peanut butter sandwiches for myself

5) Tea wasnt hot

6) Was offered somethin to eat... was some sort of malay delicacy.. it tasted... different... so different I swore never to eat it again...

7) I am literally, repeatedly, going into hibernation in the office, right in front of the PC

8) Am currently broke


Yep, I can imagine the day gettin better.. but maybe thats just cuz it (hopefully) cant get any worse...

Weekend aint far away mann... I can see it in the horizon..

its c-c-c-c-ccc-ooollddd.. in KL!!!

Hmm.. been a while since I last wrote sumthin here... Its not like i havent had somethin to complain/whine about... just that I havent been bothered lately... plus, the feedback I get from some folks about how negative n spiteful my posts r... well, read the title ppl, thats wut its all about in this blog... so either read it, or beat it...

neways... nothin new happenin lately... got back to training... had my first session yesterday since the injury.. turned out to be a bit more taxing than I expected.. not that it was unbelievably exhausting, but I think it has more to do with the fact that I barely slept an hour the night before..

They say there r 3 essential pillars of physical fitness or success in any physical endeavour... miss out on any one of them, and any amounts of the other 2 wont be able to make up for it: Training, Diet, Rest...

Cud it be the diet?? very very possible.. i mean hey, there r only so many veggies a guy's system can digest before he starts reminiscing about the aroma emanating from his one true love: Beef...

Yes I enjoy chicken too... thoroughly.. though Id like to proudly admit the current bird-flu scare has deterred me from consuming my daily portions of our H5N1 infested friend, it'd just be a lie... n i prefer tellin the truth n stickin it out (unless there's personal physical pain involved, ofcourse)... ive been eating chicken like there's no tomorrow... come to think of it, wut if there ARE no chickens left tomorrow??? I guess my diet might be responsible for half of that, but thats beside the point mann... theyre dyin... EAT EM BEFORE THEY GO OUT!! err.... wait, i meant SAVE EM BEFORE THEY GO OUT!!!

Guess I gotta cut down on the fast food n junk...

Training... well, those of you who know me personally know thats one department I'm certainly not lacking in... I try to train 5 days a week (notice the word 'try').. But there is sumthin called overtraining, but ive heard that happens more commonly with weight-training... still, if ur not gettin enuff sleep, whilst at the same time managing to screw ur health on a SERIOUSLY greased/lubricated/oiled/deep-fried diet... well, welcome to Obe-City (obesity, get it?? no?? get lost..) n ofcourse, Fatigue-ville... come to think of it, I'm a definite supporter for the notion that we should all sleep more often.. sometimes in groups of 2 or above (with certain applicable rules, ofcourse)... however, there's seems to be a general frowning upon that sort of thinking within the office environment.. I mean, hey, i'm only nappin so I can be more productive for the remainder of my working hours... yeah, they should DEFINITELY be payin me for that... sleep on our OWN time?? naahhh no way, thats for party-time...

Basically, I've started realizing what a difference the proper amount of sleep can make in your workouts.. sure i knew it before.. i just chose to ignore it... but for some reason I seem to be more worn out these days... r the effects of symptoms of old age finally catching up with me?? I'm a few months above 23, so I guess I can safely rule that one out...

Anyways, I'm thinkin of goin back to the gym today... spoke to my instructor last nite, got a basic outline of the gym routine he follows so as to strengthen myself appropriately for capoeira... have a lil wager goin on in the back of my head: 10 bucks says i'll wimp out before the first squat n blame it on the shoulder injury... still am frikkin sleepy though... definitely need to dive right into bed as soon as i get home from training...

I'm kinda afraid of that gym though... not cuz of all the national body-builders who workout there n stuff.. aint no way theyre gonna be able to embarass my lil build by showin off their Hulk-like bulks... ive been way too embarassed in life already to take somethin like that seriously... nahh... wut scares me is I have a tendency of gettin into fights... n the odds r usually against me (we're talkin ohh...maybe 5 guys to 1...) since i always workout alone... n plus, there r steroid pushers in the gym... they go crazy mann...

sigh... lets see how it goes.. still frikkin sleepy thou... n the arctic conditions in my office arent helping either...i think if i look around, i might find an eskimo somewhere in the conference room... bitch better be sellin some parkas...

later ppl... it aint easy sittin here dozing off n tryin to think of my next line at the same time..

Love of the game mann... Love of the game...

I've read books on a certain basketball player... im sure u've heard of him... dude goes by the moniker of Air Jordan, won 6 rings in 8 yrs, balled with the Chicago Bulls, sportin #23 all over the frikkin globe... yeah, 'heard of him' is an understatement, i know... shut up...

neways, both the books I read on the dude... documented the one period of his career where he faced being temporarily sidelined due to a severe foot injury... n the guy missed out about 62 games over the course of an 82-game season.. anyways...

I remember readin bout how the dude couldnt bear to watch his team play without him, n how he'd be fightin against management so they'd let him play limited minutes at the very least, if not the entire game.. I remember thinkin, dude, we know you love the game, but ur injury's serious, it cud get worse with another minor hit... but that never entered the dude's head... eventually the injury healed completely n the dude got back to dominating the game like we all know him to do, immediately droppin 63 on Larry Bird n what not..

neways, i aint writin to talk bout Jordan's highlights... much respect to the dude, this blog alone wouldnt be enuff to document all of those...

pertaining to the topic in mind, I recently understood his mindframe during his period of injury.. I got injured last week tryin out some flashy Capoeira move... its not crippling, Thank God, just a muscle pull (or worse, a tear, but i think id be screaming in pain if that happened).. its takin a while to heal... to be honest I cud play through the pain, since my love for the art is that strong... but i know in my mind its better to let it heal, or it could worsen, leaving me out of action for longer...

truth is, ive missed almost a week of classes... N it hurts mann... no matter the pain in my arm when i wake up each morning for almost the past week... no matter the fact that I had to consciously ignore the pain everytime I tried liftin my arm vertically... its nothin compared to the pain I feel everyday realizin I gotta miss another day of training cuz its better to let this heal... in all actuality, I could have limped my way through training if thats wut it took, but it was other reasons preventing me from attending training this week... but everytime I realized id be missin another training session, the image of MJ screaming at his coach from the sideline to let him into the game comes rushin back.. n i understand wut it must have been like...

n now i TRULY understand, wut causes a person to go on as if its the last thing he'll ever do.. to ignore all logical reason n go all out.. to ignore the pain that deters him from doin wut he loves to do n appear to be superhuman to onlookers... to feel compelled to defy all odds... to look on in wanton, then finally sayin to himself 'Screw It' n steppin out to do what he loves best... its called..

The Love of the Game...


P.S. I'm headin back to training tomorrow no matter how severe the pain... can barely hold up a berimbau, but just bein there puts me at ease... dunno bout the Bangsar Roda thou...

ZZzzzZZzzz..

Its about... 3.40 PM as I write this post... I'm...ZzZzZzZzzz...

Sorry... where was i?? oh yes... as u may have guessed, im sleepy... in fact, its wrong to just say im sleepy.. im terribly, insanely, incurably, immensely, dreadfully, horribly in need of some serious slumber... I was up all night.. ALL frikkin NIGHT!!! now i know wut ur thinking:

What ur thinkin: Dude, arent u like... done with uni n studyin n stuff?
What im sezin: yeah.. totally.. except there's hopefully a masters education comin up soon, bro
What ur thinkin: So then, wtf were u doin up all night long?
What im sezin:

because a certain (unnamed) university, to whose Masters in Computer Science program I'm applying to, require me to upload some application documents by 8AM this morning... so at 2AM, as I proceed to methodically proceed to key in the URL and 'hit' the Enter key, i get:



Cannot Find Server



is that CRAZY or wut?? i try it again.. www.uni-name-.com... same damn result..
N check this out, this isnt just the application website... the ENTIRE university's site is down...so i thought, must be sum maintenance work n all.. i waited up, watch TV for a bit.. n got back to it.. SAME DAMN THING!! Called up my friend to double check the URL, he got the same message too... Finally after waitin another hour or so, I dial up the university (which is all the way in the US, btw) n spoke to the receptionist.. Turns out, the receptionist is COMPLETELY unaware that the website is down... even worse, she's able to access it (after all, she's on the intranet).. neways, she was helpful in noting my contact information and notifying the relevant authorities of the problem.. So it was that I dozed off at 6AM with a finger on the 'F5' key... woke up with a jump-start at 7... automatically pressed the button.. WHADDAYA KNOW!!! its workin... ITS BOUT DAMN TIME, BITCH!!!

so i upload my stuff, finally submit the application at bout 7.30... n dropped on the bed... for a few peaceful hours of rest.. only to be rudely awoken at 8AM by my own alarm, reminding me I had to literally drag my ass to work once more...

I swear Im not even aware of what im typing.. my fingers r doing the talkin... my eyes r.... dreamin...

ZzZzzZZZzzzzz........

i hate...

i hate my line of work....

I hate coming in to save the day when people's stupidity puts them in precarious positions..

i hate people who look at you like idiots when u speak to them/ask them a question in english...

i hate people who look at you like idiots when u speak to them/ask them a question... period...

i hate not bein paid...

i hate this work... where i have to design webpage after webpage after webpage... n that im not learning anything on the job...

i hate not bein able to have a REAL - and paying - job in this country...

i hate not enjoying the environment i work in...

i hate the fact that after almost 2 months of workin here, i still go out for lunch by myself... cuz i prefer my own company and thoughts over those of others...

i hate people who suck up to the boss...

i hate people who speak in a different dialect whenever theyre around u, in order to drill into ur head that ur an outsider, especially in the workplace...

i hate the fact that i have not been provided with the same amenities as the other employees, as i am a temp here...

i hate the person who i work for (not talkin bout the boss here), who's the most obvious imitation of Bob Barker ive ever seen (imagine a puppet), n obviously has no clue that there's life outside a PC, n who never smiles when necessary, but plasters a bitch-ass grin on his face when some lame joke is heard... i also hate the fact that i have to restrain from bitch-slapping that grin off his face...

i hate people who assign you work, and then proceed to work on the same thing without notifying u, in order to show u they can do a better job than u can... i mean y waste my time with the job then, fuckface??

i hate hypocrites.... n i also hate the fact that i can be one at times...

i hate not enjoying the community i live in...

i hate the notion that people will pretend to be ur friends thru thick n thin when u treat them right... but when u decide to stand up for urself, they decide ur not worthy of their friendship anymore...

i hate politics... all kinds of it...

i hate the fact that people show no consideration for others on the road, n the idea that they must dominate the road...

i hate people who use others...

i hate people who believe they are intellectually superior to others if they can lie to them, trick them, fool them, betray them or prank them... they are sadly mistaken...

i also hate the fact that all this negativity dwells within me...

most of all, i hate the fact that i cant change any of that right here, right now... but i dont know if i really can...or want to...

n i dont give 2 fucks if you hate me for all the stuff i just said...

Kill me... Kill me NOW...

no seriously... do it... DO IT!!!

the world is coming to an end... no the main cause will not be war or disease, but Insanity... n it'll pop-up where u least expect it...

alright, i'll admit, as an IT guy, I can expect situations every now n then where CERTAIN non-technical ppl may display their superfluous stupidity in everyday workplace events...

here's wut happened: I'm sitting comfortably in my cubicle (haha, i WISH i cud call it MY cubicle).. n one of the frikkin engineers comes in... n asks me to set up the conference room for a presentation... the CPU's already hooked up... so im kinda confused already.. like.. wuts to hook up??? neways, i go in... n its like the entire conference is ready n waitin to happen... but they need an IT guy to set up the presentation... seriously... n the engineer's standin behind me, breathing down my neck, it almost reminds me of the dependency Darth Vader places upon his life-support system...

n so i reach down...

extend my arm...

towards the CPU..

n press...

the POWER button..................

n lo n behold, instantaneous relief fills the engineer's whatever-fills-up-with-instantaneous-relief as the expectant Windows 98 screen pops up... kinda amazing how it soothes the mind when the Windows start up screen shows up n everyone calms down... takes a relaxing breath... exhales with ease... knowin that everything's ok...

WHATTHEFUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE????? i just pressed the frikkin ON button... YOU CANT EVEN DO THAT???? WHAT DID YOU DO AT COLLEGE???

this reminds me of another event that occurred almost a year ago... my mom's boss was in town, n had a critical presentation to prepare for some proposal crap.. neways, so she's on the phone with mom n goes: there's some highly critical modifications to be made to the presentation... u mentioned ur son was an IT guy, bring him over immediately... thats all she says... no offer for payment, or take ur time comin down but we need this today.. so mom thereby agrees to forgive all my sins if I can pull this one off for her... i mean, who needs an annual pilgrimage when circumstances like this can rid u of all sins... plus, im actually allowed to drive mom's seriously underpowered car at top-speed for the better part of an hour... oh joy!!!.. neways, we get there in like frikkin 45 mins... the boss cant even do so much as welcome us... she goes to the corner with mom n says like 'ur 45 mins late' to which I later reacted by goin 'wutthe.... were we supposed to teleport there or what??' neways... this is wut happened... i swear to God, after u read this, IT ppl (or anyone, actually.. this is THAT stupid) you will proceed to kick yourself:

she takes me into the business centre, which requires like 20 mins... n its like one fucking Dell PC with a scanner n printer attached... opens up the presentation.. Powerpoint, mind u... scrolls to the last slide (At this point i was a TAD bit nervous... cuz after all, this was my mom's boss, n she needed immediate help for a deal which might land her a truckload of dough).. points to the LAST frikkin line on the slide... n says (with an air intended only for life and death situations).... can u delete that line???







I know...


Let's ALL say it together: Kill me, Kill me NOW...

n i shud mention, she had an engineer accompanying her... n the dude was from India... INDIA!!! the land where the dude who invented Hotmail hails from... how do ppl, in this day n age, manage to get thru college without basic IT skills?

ohhh mannn... this stupid fat-ass, filthy-rich, scum-of-the-earth, so-called lady sat there while i proceeded to 'modify' the presentation... n then i asked... no really, i asked: 'is there anything else??' cuz im thinkin, please dont tell me i dragged my ass all the way to subang for just this...

Sigh.. i then proceeded to help then copy the presentation onto CD n print out the slides... genius work, i tell u... n allowed them to treat me to lemonade in the front-lobby, while i listened in on useless conversation between the boss n the engineers...

mom, can we leave.... PLEASE??? i need to whine about the hours i just wasted sittin here...


oh yeah, in order to pass my time, I hit on the lady in charge of the socalled 'business centre'... no she was no jessica alba... she was just practice...

It goes on...

scratch wut i said earlier... i had a near-dislocated shoulder, a test to study for, n a Masters application to submit... it APPEARED that things cud no longer take a turn for the worse...

Fate however, seems to have had other plans in mind... after 2 blissful hours of sleep (from 4am to 6am, mind you), wakin my sorry ass (yes i no longer bother with censoring my statements) up, droppin my bro to school n gettin over to work... drumroll please............ I now recognize the initial stages of a bout of flu comin on..

Sumthing's not right here... those of you who have known me for quite a while now will know I rarely get sick... im talkin once or twice a year, MAX... but lately ive been reachin new physical lows within the past few months... i shud get a check-up mann... but they cost so damn much in this country..

N my family's goin on vacation at the end of this month... I havent gotten outta this country in... (counts fingers..) 5 years... yes, 5 frikkin years... i came to KL in 2001... n have been unable to get out ever since...

Yuck... this tea tastes like turpentine...

No i have not actually tasted turpentine...

Yes i made the tea myself.. n im quite adept at that, mind u...

No its not the tea, its the damn mug im drinkin it from... seems like the soap wasnt cleaned out properly...

i gotta get outta here... outta this physical condition.. outta this office... outta this... umm.. world???

Sigh... i need to retire.... even though its at the tender (?????) age of 23...

Observation of the moment

Gee... I just realized... I have pot-belly abs... n spaghetti forearms...

DAMMIT!!!

cant sleep

i havent been able to sleep for the last 2 days, on account of the painfully twisted shoulder (see below)... ive been advised to get a Chinese massage.... any Chinese women out there willing to offer their services?? Applicants MUST be over 18... but not by too much, k...(hint: you dont REALLY HAVE to be good at the massage part)... but it IS gettin better, just gonna take some time off from capo training on account of the arm, n the bastardly test (again, see below)

neways... i recently had one of THE weirdest dreams EVER... even weirder than the one bout the fone-call(previously blogged)... i cant even remember the sequence of events... it was THAT messed up...

it somehow started off with me landin in NYC... n then a Chinese dude decided to show me around town... no offense to the Chinese, I respect you guys, but i wouldnt wanna be livin with a chinese dude after spendin over 5 years in Malaysia... i need some globalization mannn... where r those french babes i hear so much bout??? annyyywaayyss....

so a chinese dude shows me around...n i think he turns out to be part of some band.... n i somehow hook up with the hottest female member in the band.. n the chinese dude is a seriously addicted druggie... seriously guys, im not makin this up.. this is wut my brain decided to play in that little theatre in my head that nite... neways, somewhere during this dream, im walkin around exploring NYC by myself... n i bump into some dude on a bike... he profusely apologizes... n im like, this dude's aight... n he goes where u from dude... so i tell him... n he starts makin fun of it n rides away... n starts speakin in afghani... wutthe.... did NOT get that mann...

neways... to be honest, the racism part does scare me just a lil bit.. wut if i actually go abroad some day n that actually happens?? mind u, i get ticked off very easily... ive actually mouthed off to a management employee in my condo cuz i had the impression that she was bein racist... ahh well, thats a story for another time...

for now thou, i just cant sleep.. ok lemme be honest, i can sleep, i WANT to sleep.. but ive got stuff to do.. n im not doin it.. not just yet neways... sigh...

Sigh...

Frustration settin in.... must..... do... sumthin...

sigh... lame i know...

mann, im SO screwed... not literally... but seriously... SO screwed... I gotta study for a test, which occurs a day earlier than i thought it would (not like it makes a difference, im still unprepared)... the infamous GRE, if ur curious... the Math sections's alright, thank God.. but the english is a frikkin pain in the arse... i mean who USES words like Neologism or Extemporaneous in this era?? or in any other era, for that matter??? sheeeshh...

n to top it off, ive gotta fill in an application to a university ASAP... ive gotta write a personal statement for that application, n God knows wut not... if admissions counselors from any US unis out there r readin this, wuts with ALL the admissions essays ppl?? oh well, man's gotta do wut a man's gotta do...

no not that... i was referring to the essays... the time will come for the other stuff a man's gotta do...

aww mann im sleepy... its frikkin 2AM in the morning as i write this... Yes i do have to go to work in the morning... no i cannot apply for a sick leave, even though i have just reason:

After the Roda at last friday's capoeira class, i proceeded to (almost methodically) nearly dislocate my shoulder... was tryin out a cool move where u kick in the air n balance urself using one hand, i slipped on my sweaty palm (relax, all u ladies out there goin 'ewwwww' in disgust rite now... i had a good workout... n u women cant complain until u stop ur arm-pits sweatin neways.. i mean wuts with that??? ewwwww!!!). neways, i slipped on my sweaty palm, heard 3 cracking sounds (or wut i thought were cracking sounds), but luckily moved my arm out from under me before i fell...

Yes it seems like my senses become extraordinarily acute when im in danger... yes i also can think exceptionally fast when im falling... no i do not develop super powers as well...

neways, i lay there on the ground with my right arm outstretched unable to move for a good couple of minutes... until the pain subsided, n obviously with a little aid from a training partner well-versed with injuries (you know who u r, n thanks alot for ur help bro)..

neways, no dislocation or broken bones... just a twist of the shoulder n triceps muscles.. no doctors necessary, just rest... n i hate goin to hospitals, with the stench of all that Dettol around... as a result, i couldnt make it for a performance at a uni's cultural nite.. damn, imagine all the international hotties there... not to mention im not goin for trainin until im done with my test

the good news is i can pretty much go all out in my training after this week, since there wont be too much to distract me.. n i might start playin basketball again, thanks to a neighbour... cant wait to make those jumpshots again... hopefully the competition will be as lousy as i am.. or lousier, im not complaining here :-) ...

Up there.. its a bird.. its a plane.. its... just some superhero showin off..

I was watchin 'Batman Begins' again today... I just love that movie... a movie that finally shows a superhero from a realistic point-of-view... but there's just one phenomenon that still goes unexplained... I realized this after Batman's first victory (which occurs when he defeats Carmine Falconi): after his first victory, the movie then goes on to show the superhero standing on the peak of some tall building, usually gazing down upon the city... I saw this in Batman Begins, n it even occurs in Spiderman (after Spiderman's first victory, when he kills his uncle's killer)

basically wuts the idea behind it? does the director try to show the superhero's now assumed responsibility for the entire city from WAYYYY up there?? alotta good that's gonna do if he cant even see/hear a crime from that far up ahead... just imagine someone gettin mugged down below, lookin up at batman on that tower n screamin 'Get ur butt down here, dumba**!!!

or maybe, deep down inside, that's where the hero always runs off to in order to avoid the cops.. i mean hey, its the highest peak up, no stupid cop's gonna come up there, rite??..

LOL, while we're on the subject of Batman Begins, check this out... in the scene where Batman grabs Rachel Dawes (Katie Holmes) n drives off half-way across Gotham on a wild goose chase, this conversation takes place:

Batman: Stay calm...

Rachel: (Wakes up from her slumber, but has a peaceful look bout her, besides the fact that a giant bat is right next to her.. i mean, she must have read the comics :P... but neways, she's calm, cuz.. well.. Batman told her to be calm...)

Batman: You've been poisoned.

Rachel: HOLY CRAP!!!! WUTTHEF**K YOU TALKIN BOUT??? (actually she just gives off a huge gasp... but my point is... y bother tellin her to stay calm n then tellin her she's been poisoned?? its not like she's thinkin ohh wait i'm with Batman, its alright if i get poisoned..)

Conclusion: Batman's gotta put some serious work into his people skills...

another thing bout superheroes.... im sure most of the people readin this wud have seen atleast ONE episode of Smallville... now i gotta say sumthin here... its a very inspiring series yes, I often find my optimism rejuvenated after an awesome episode every now n then... BUT:

ever notice that even through all those frikkin episodes where some guy/gal or the other always mutates as a result of all the kryptonite residue lyin around... doesnt anyone EVER think of evacuating the city in order to clean it up? i mean, do they KNOW or EXPECT that somehow sumthin or someone will save them from wutever happens... like they know superman exists...

n this observation about Smallville from a brother of mine, who requested anonymity (well, he didnt really request it, but im damn well givin it to him...) : What about when Clark Kent actually becomes Superman? he's already walkin around with no glasses.. so when he finally becomes Superman, how's he gonna hide his identity??? a mask, perhaps??????

ending on a happy thought: Katie Holmes looks SERIOUSLY appealing in a silk top without a bra... go figure... then again, so does Jennifer Aniston... n Angelina Jolie... n Holly Valance.. and... this cud go on a while... u get the idea...

LAME!!!

Saw this Indian TV-drama last nite... for the first time in ages.. n it was like totally predictable... not like Indian Bollywood-movie-predictable.. those r finally starting to provide some entertainment..

for those of u familiar with Indian dramas, this one was titled 'Heena'.. its pretty old, so no doubt ppl wud have heard of it... still lame thou... n Astro's decided to broadcast reruns of this, most-pathetic drama ever... n on a personal note, its totally insulting to Muslims as it attempts to portray them as the most backward religion ever... im not here to judge, but i just disagree with that view.. strongly... how strongly?? i'll flick u off if u argue... neways, here's wut i know of the story from one episode:

Girl, named Heena (hence, the title.. hint, hint..), daughter in a muslim family, is married off to a fu**up named Sameer, son in another Muslim family..

Heena n Sameer dont know shit bout each other... Girl obeys parents, n decides that she will like/love him no matter what, once she's married to him ofcourse (hmm, never thought i'd fall in love on command... son, go love that girl.. yes dad i'll make love to her.. no son i said love her not make love.. love, make love, same thing dad, dun be so cheap :P )... oh n btw, he's being forced to marry the same girl 3 times in a row... innovative, aint it? ;)

Sameer's in love with some other chick called Ruby, n is forced to marry Heena.. I dun blame him, Ruby's way finer than Heena, n dresses hotter too (she's muslim too, btw.. Take THAT, u backward-drubbing whores)..

Now, Ruby doesnt give 2 fu**s bout the fact that she's gonna break up a marriage.. plz note that i do not say happy marriage here... n Sameer... well, he's the most boring dude i've ever seen... its like he was put on prozaic as a baby by his mom, n then she made him giv it up for his star performance as Dopey in 'Snow White n the Seven Dwarves'.. either that, or he prolly learnt the meaning of sodomy the 'hard' (literally) way too early in life... I'm not suggesting that guys learn about it thou, no thank you...

Sameer's dad is hands-down the WUSSIEST person i've ever met... everytime some shit goes down, its like his hand is programmed to automatically clutch his heart (or left tit, seein as he was quite a 'well-rounded' person)..

The lady who plays Sameer's mom must have the easiest acting job ever... Yes, even easier than the heart-clutcher, who atleast SOMETIMES must feign some emotion.. neways, HER job comprises of either 1) complaining to Sameer's dad (see above), 2) making phone calls to the family doctor that Sameer's dad keeps clutching his heart, or 3) Play Dad's Sidekick... at some point during the drama you realize she barely ever speaks more than a few words to him.. all she does is act as an accessory to the dad when he scolds the shit outta his son...

Heena's Dad.. well I dun think he appears in the episode i saw.. either that or he's dead... her Mom, however, is a feisty lil bit**.. no i didnt mean it that way, u crazy-a** MILF-Hunters... she can talk mannn.. and she can argue...she Obviously resents the fact that after marrying-and-subsequently-divorcing her daughter twice, Sameer is gonna marry her once more... at some point she realizes things have gone on too far... way to catch on quick, mom...

the family doctor is a funny-a** SOB himself... after discovering that Sameer has divorced Heena for the 2nd time in a row talks things over with his own son, n miraculously comes to the conclusion that now that theyre 'fully' divorced (how do u become FULLY divorced?? can i get half a divorce n hook up with some other chick at the same time??), they can be married again.. at this point, you go WHATTHEF**K??? so then, without consulting the girl, the guy, the guy's parents, he goes off to the girl's mom (see above) who, bein the feisty lil bit** that she is, finally refuses... he then proceeds to go the guy n talk to him bout the shock, horror that crossed his mind when he heard bout the divorce.. HELLOOO!!! its not ALWAYS about YOU, Doc.. or didnt they teach u that at medical school?? n to top it off, you can frikkin NOTICE him bursting into fits of laughter while discussing the 'shock and horror' that crossed his mind.. n plz note, the dude reacts to every medical treatment like he's administering it for the first time.. YOU'VE BEEN THE FAMILY DOCTOR FOR 20+ YEARS!!!! wuttheheck have u been doing???

The doctor's son has taken it upon himself to drive Heena around everytime she needs to visit her mom or go somwhere.. u can tell at some date he's gonna admit he's in love with her..

N Heena has no dress-sense... she still thinks its day number 1 of her marriage, hence proceeds to dress like an over-dressed bride every frikkin day... n she's skinny as hell.. i mean PUT SOME MEAT ON THOSE BONES, WOMAN!!! she's obedient like crazy.. i mean like a trained dog wud look at her n go 'you're obedient as hell, bit**'... actually the dog wud go 'Woof, woof, woof', but im sure the translation wud go sumthin along those lines... neways, back to the dog, i mean, the bit**.. Heena has never heard of the word retaliation... her limited vocabulary comprises of words like 'obedient', 'mom', 'parents'... she has recently learnt words like 'yes', 'husband', 'dear', 'marriage', 'divorce', 'go to Hell, bit**', 'ooohh baby gimme some of that...' wait that last phrase was someone else... my bad... neways... hopefully she will pick up words like 'no', 'screw you', and 'you can take that ring of yours n shove it where the sun dont shine'..

anyways, she's too obedient... she never disagrees or has an opinion on anything... if i had a wife like that i'd be like 'Is she alive???' do you HAVE an opinion, woman??? then i'd prolly be callin that crazy funny doctor (see-above) to check her pulse n pressure, n give her some anti-depressants, to which he'd react by first finding out what all that stuff i just said meant... come to think of it, mite be good to have a wife like that around.. honey im goin out on a date.. ok dear, have fun... n clear the house n leave by 10pm, i'll be bringin her back home.. yes dear..


Sigh, I have too much time on my hands...

later, ppl...

GET OUTTA MY WAY, JACKA**!!!

Ever wonder what its like to be a car in a traffic jam?? No, im not referrin to having someone inside of you (literally) screaming 'Faster, Faster!!' n honking ur horn (again, literally) every now n then... shame on u horny bast**ds n bit**es for thinkin that way...

neways, gettin back to the topic.. well, try takin a swim sometime... at the swimming pool at my condominium... hehe, sounds like im showing off eh?? is that what u think??? that'll change in a couple of minutes...

My building is primarily infested (niiiiice choice of words.. u'll see y) by students of a nearby uni... I shall not name the uni or the condo, unless the condo management offers to pay me whatever I request...

every evening I head down to the pool for a swim, rip off my t-shirt (translated: find my way out of the huge t-shirt), walk to the shower proudly displayin my.. umm.. nevermind...

no, thats not wut i was gonna talk bout... was sumthin else...

let it go...

seriously...

neways, i had the mandatory shower (which there's no law against, btw, for all u swimmers out there who just jump into the pool like its ur own personal bath-tub with obviously NO concern for hygiene.. i mean who knows where u guys have been n wut u've brought into the tub, err, pool..) walked over to the pool, did the customary highly-unmanly-place-foot-in-the-pool-n-feel-temperature ritual, before satisfactorily jumping in... looked around... saw a few bobbing heads around, which kinda resembled those floaters they place to distinguish between lanes in a swim meet...

neways, warmed up.. n took off for the first lap... here's wut im thinkin as i started: alright, this is gonna be a good workout after a few laps... here's wut really happened: 'Oww!!.. sorry mann... its ok, its ok...' so i went back to the start, cuz i hate stoppin a lap in the middle.. on the way, I feel like a kid tryin to cross a busy street, swimmers just drifting by... dun get me wrong, i can swim.. i cud have just as easily swum right below em without their knowing, but some ppl get freaked out imagining u just wanted to get a look at their privates... yes im talking about women here... yes i do close my eyes (i CAN keep my eyes open in the water thou ;-) so beware )... no i dont touch n poke... yes its still safe for u to swim over me... no guys arent invited to swim over me... so neways, i swear its just like steppin off the curb onto the street: ok its safe to cross now.. look BOTH ways before crossing, son!!.. ur GONNA GET KILLED!!

neways, make it safely back to the start... n take off again... now it feels like im on the highway... why?? cuz im cruisin along at my own leisurely speed.. n then some jerk who's swimming next to me decides he wants to race.. so u notice him pick up speed.. sure, it might just be a coincidence that he's right there n workin out too... but then u stop at the other end... n he stops... u take a breather.. so does he... n then u get ready to start again.. n WUTTHE... SO DOES HE!!! so im like... AHA!!! FIGURED U OUT, B**CH!!!.. so wut do i do?? fake out... yes, at this point i failed to realize how lame i am... but i was in the moment, so wutever...i act like im gonna take off... n i do.. n then stop short n let him pass... n as I watch him wading off into the distance, madly racing with... noone... i stand tall... well, not that tall..just my own height... neways, i stood tall.. n gave him.. the look (for an understanding of the look, check out 'Zoolander'.. or 'The New Guy'.. either one is fine)... n i say, to noone in particular: 'Astalavista, Baby..' (cue theme song from 'Terminator 2: Judgement Day')..

not to mention, after my swim, when i took the mandatory shower again, there was a queue.. similar to queueing up at a toll, wouldnt u agree?? wuts pissing off thou, is the fact that NONE of these ppl showered before goin in, n now that theyre done, they shower.. so basically, its like sayin 'i bring all my filth into the pool... n then i wash up.. so im clean, i dun really care bout you fu**ers..'

so there's my comparison between a crowded swimming pool, n traffic jams... comments??

one more similarity: when u look at a crowded pool or a traffic jam from the window of a 20th floor apartment, it looks like ants r congregating (hence the earlier choice of the word 'infested')... thou in a jam, they look like theyre all lining up to go into the ant-hill.. in the pool, they loook like theyre all fussin about a dead ant... go figure...

Hi.. just callin to find out y i was on the fone with u...

Last nite, I had a dream... no, not the Martin Luther King variety... this was more along the lines of wakin up in the middle of the night n gettin the heck outta bed thinkin u just soiled urself, but in all actuality its just ur sweat (for a clear picture, picture Kane/Undertaker wakin up from the dead after they've just been slammed to the ground... only bout a million times faster)

What was the content of my dream, u ask? well, to put it simply, I dreamt I was on the phone with someone I was recently acquainted with, n lets just say we didnt see eye-to-eye on some issues.. hence we're not-so-acquainted anymore... n get this... I dreamt i was on the phone with her, chattin her up like nothin had happened, n for some reason i was actually bein nice to her... WHATTHEF**K???!!?!??? is that a remake of 'A Series of Unfortunate Events' or what?? thou admittedly she WAS a tad bit more appealing than Jim Carrey... just a tad, mind u...

some guys out there will realize the 'nitemarish' issue within this dream... most guys wont, thou... i mean.. y the hell wud i call her up after that fallin-out we had?? i wasnt in the wrong there, ppl... y the hell wud i suck up to her n chat her up?? i mean with all due respect, this is ME we're talkin bout (cue theme from the original 'Superman' movie).. SHE shud be the one doin the chattin up (I know... I respect myself... alot more than i need to.. but still...) n y the heck was I bein NICE??? nice guys finish last, remember?? even worse, I think I dialed her handphone (thats cellular for the Americans readin this, if any...).. sheesh, in this day n age... dialing handphone numbers is expensive.. i'm broke enuff havin to pay for my own food n capo training, n i still dun have enuff money to join a decent gym.. n i'm callin this ho on her handphone?? HeLL NO!!

neways, whether I woke up from realizing these issues during my dream i do not remember... i do remember wakin up thou... n then this morning, while I monotonously dragged my sorry a** to work, I remembered n thought: The Twilight Zone???

U call THAT a jam?? well, check THIS out...

alright.. as promised... the traffic jam... ive always wanted to complain bout jams... funnily enough, when i finally have an outlet for that, i get the mother of all jams, n not to mention, the father of all thunderstorms to cause it... place was so packed up, i had to cancel goin for my capo session.. those of u who know me personally will realise the brevity of the situation..

neways, u always watch movies/hear stories/dream bout gettin caught up in a jam with a frikkin fine chick in the car next to u (or for u gals, some lame-a** stud)... lemme clarify at this point, ppl, that only happens in movies/stories/dreams... usually wut happens is ur stuck with the most awful, hairy, illiterate, cigarette-smokin, tooth-pick chewin, nose-pickin, gender-confused guy/gal starin the heck outta u... btw, if u DO dream at the wheel bout the person next to u, wake ur a** up!!! thats how accidents happen...

neways, so there i am in my lil car (i wont name it, cuz its the suckiest of the suckiest cars, respect-wise, n it gets dissed enuff by the general public... n plus its been faithful so far..depending on ur definition of faithful).. stuck on Jln Tun Razak.. n im tryin to get into my lane... so this dude in a white VIOS or sumtin got behind me... i see sumthin in my rear-view mirror.. turns out he's flickin me off for comin into his lane... wutthe.... def occurred to me to turn back n do the same... neways, waited for the dude to pull-up next to me... took so frikkin long for him to get ahead of me i just got tired of waitin...

basically, y the heck r ppl on the road so frikkin inconsiderate of others? i mean just cuz u own a nice car ( n its a frikkin VIOS, not a Merc or a damn 6-series), does that frikkin giv u the right to dominate the road?? u look well-educated, well-off, n all that crap, but when it comes to jams you start fighting for ur way... sigh.. oh well.. now that i've said all that... i guess it justifies my doing the same in the future.. n if u get in my face bout it... i'll refer u to this post... n then i'll flick u off.. :)

Later ppl...

Btw, the numero uno on my list of all-time-unanswerable questions: How do traffic jams get started neways, DAMMIT?????? do ppl wake up one fine morning n say to themselves 'OK, lets refuel n go start a jam somewhere.. call up the gang.'... A***holes!!!

Mine, Mine all Mine!!

The title of this blog reminds me of a Daffy Duck episode where Daffy discovers a cave-full of jewellery n then proceeds to bury Bugs alive into the ground...

More aptly suited to this situation though, it indicates that after years (okay, okay, months) of commenting on others' blogs and 'sharing' blogs, I finally have one that I can call my own... The reason?? I could think of a few, but it does justice to admit that I was just too damn lazy..

Anyway, visit this blog in the future (btw, I commend you for having read this far) and you MAY find incoherent ramblings, vented frustrations of everyday life, and well, hopefully alot more... for now I cant think of what else to include, since I'm freezing my a** off in this mind-numbingly cold environment I prefer to call my 'office' (notice the similarity with 'orifice'), which leads me to wonder why I havent gone home yet... which I will now do.. n will no doubt encounter a traffic jam enroute... and will write about later tonite... maybe...


I'm gonna stop now...


Seriously...


Go away...

(P.S. I only watched Daffy Duck as a kid... I dont do that anymore... now I watch Dexter... shaddup!!)