A Good Friend Gave me a very important advice...

Again... the Executives manipulated the bosses to assign even more jobs to me. What can I say? I can't say no can I?

Then a new 30 year old engineer started climbing on my head seeing that Im very much obliging to everyone.

After work, my colleague pulled me to one side and said this.

"Justin, I cakap sama you, I memang benci orang yang arahkan orang buat kerja yang bukan bukan. Kalau dia nak ambil project tu, dia yang kena buat benda yang sepatutnya. You jangan kasi dia suruh you buat kerja.

Saya tahu, you angkat banyak-banyak sebab nak belajar. Tetapi jangan sampai melepaskan bola sendiri. You ada banyak responsibility, DOE JKKP ISO..so you jangan pergi jaga tepi kain orang lain. Kalau tidak mereka akan selalu suruh u buat benda.

Justin I cakap sama you, sebenarnya I orang yang cinta bangsa diri, tetapi bila I kena tolong kawan cina, I akan tolong, itu style saya. .."

(Justin, let me tell you, I really hate guys that tell ppl to do their work. If he wants to take up the project, he should work with the details, dont let him tell you to do his job.

I know you take in alot cause you want to learn. But dont do it until you drop your own balls. You've got loads of responsibilities, DOE, JKKP, ISO, don't look after everyone else. Or else they will always make you do work.

Justin, Let me tell you, I am actually pro-to my race, But when I have to help my chinese friend, I will help, thats my style..)

This is the second person that says I'm too soft. First one is Muse, the Dark Lord. Im in a dilemma. I want to learn as much as I can. But I don't want to go outside my scope and do bad in my own work. It is my agenda to learn aw much as possible. Perhaps I have to learn to be firm as well.

At the moment, I can still handle it, cause I plan out my work and what I do everyday. But will that be enough?

... in a lighter note, Thank you everyone for all your wishes on Friendster, MSN, SMSes, and Calls! Really appreciate it! As well as a Package that arrived on my Dad's Birthday. You should have seen how disappointed he looked when he saw that it wasn't for him. It was a wonderful present ....but I ain't sharing it with the world muahahaha! THANK YOU PPL!! HUGS AND KISSES(only to the girls this one)/HIGH FIVES (to the guys).

When for a Salsa Social yesterday...fuu....will feel it soon...go to work first...bye bye!

PM calling for new Malaysian super hero....=.=

Datuk Seri Abdullah Ahmad Badawi: 'Maintenance is very important. I have said this many times but these people, as long as nothing happens, they don't care.'


Oh dear god! Don't u dare tell me thats my Calling. Yes its true, I always wanted to be a superhero. But ...but not like this! I can hear it now...

The electronic keyboard playing in the back to the tune of the 1984 movie 'Ghostbusters' (oh god its even the year i was born). Bass sfx: Do do do do DO DO dodododo DO Do....


"Something breaks...in ur neighbourhood....who do u call? Man-Tenance!!
Some pipe leaks...in ur master bed room.... who do u call? Man-Tenance!!
(elec guitar sfx: tiou niao tiao niao tiao niao niao niao...)


These guys come in their maintenance car...and their Man-tenance uniform...(O em Gee! same colored uniforms with spot wielding gun power packs strapped on their back.) Nooo ... I'd rather be wearing a Spiderman spandex than..to be part of the PM's Preventive Maintenance scheme...

The only thing missing now is a fireman pole and a green ghost called 'Slimer'. Sigh...I guess heros in this world aren't as glamorous like in the comics..

"Cast OFF!" *CAST OFF, CHANGE MAN*

Yesterday, 29/4/2007: (8)And now...the end is near..and so I face...the final curtain....(8)


This 30th....



.... One Man

... One Desire


Henshin (TRANSFORM!) *HENSHIN*


"Cast off" *CAST OFF, CHANGE MAN*


Introducing The New Yi Yu version 23.1, The latest Upgrade of 84 model. Complete with Fight action attacks and systematic Engine OS. This model is built slim and ergonomic for a good bear hug and not too high for the Asian ceilings.

Big programming overhaul for a different theme this version, with state of the art AI self training module. Better physical and mental endurance and stability, this model is gonna keep going..and going ...and going like never before.

Every year theres a theme of which this model gains knowledge, trains and upgrades itself. This time its purely programming. This one of a Kind model, is found no where else but here.

As of Red Indian Traditions, a seed is planted every time a baby is born. So will there be two for every year of annual Upgrade. One for the past ...and one for the Future.


So watch out World... JOYY V23 is gonna come knocking at your door!


"CLOCK UP!"

Last days of year 22...

Dear Juzzy,

Finally, its the Eve of officially being a year older. Sigh, looking back I look to see what I have achieved so far, and find an array of rojak stuffs both good and bad. What a year it has been.

And still at this final day, I still think theres still more I need to work on. This two days (since Friday), I have set a pre-scheduled solo Bday campaign to explore what I am and have been from the past till now.

Friday evening after work, I dressed up and went to Lowyat. A place where I felt most comfortable. There, technology is key and Its been so long since last i updated myself. I felt good interacting and seeing new stuff. I was at ease. 1030pm.. was time to test out something I have never done before...How would I react heading into a Salsa club by myself...Ive not been into club for more than 3 times let alone a salsa club.

I realized that I was timid and felt inferior to all the MASTERS that spun on the dance floor. They worked their salsa so intricately and in such fantastic manner. I could do nothing more but sit and marvel. Luckily the ppl here were very friendly and offered a hand. But not for long.

Then I found my teacher. He introed me to some ppl who were kind enough to let me do some 4 combos at them compared to masterpieces when I look left and right, back and over the dance partner.

So how? like everyting else ...that has occurred ....maybe I should have stuck with the classes before I get myself hurt. Always banging into ppl. May have twisted some ppl's hands. And always stepped out of beat.

But nonetheless, like everything else tat I jumped into....it felt good! May have only 4 techs up my sleeves but it still felt good that I could keep up and make a decent lead.

Today...I went to work at 9,..stayed till 2 then started getting ready for tonights intimate family dinner. SIL was delayed, but was still on time for Sushi before the show. Mozart I think was on the menu this philharmonic night. Symphonies played for the Kings... it was good. (what else u want me to say..the french horners kept draining their instruments every now and then?)

And now im back in my room, thinking of all the things ive done, all the stuff Ive seen, all the things Ive heard. And wonder cute chubby guys like Hiro from Heroes are the in thing now with girls, what are the pretty-boys gonna do? :P

In a completely unrelated news, Mangosteen is also the IN fruit to take.

"Rest in peace Mr. 22," Said 23. "That'll do 22, that'll do,"

What would Mr 23 be like?

N95, Dopod 810 or wait for a new SOny Erricson(spell??)

It all started in February. My recent excursion to the US introduced me to a concept already in play for more than 2 years but only recently in Malaysia.

Yes its the GLOBAL POSITIONING SYSTEM! The ones where u can find urself in the map and find a way how to get to another point of interest. I researched in the US shops, BEST BUY!, TEXACO, and some other electronic shops, All have doubts with the use of the maps in Malaysia.

So off I went home to Good Ol Malaysia to seek out this new technology that has just recently been implemented in the market. In March, I went to Low Yat to survey for GPS modules.

NONE!! BUT there were PDA phones that had GPS capabilities. Impressive, I can put it in my car and take it out when I'm done as a phone. and plan my day on it as well.

The first Model I chased was the Dopod 800. It looked like an Palm and looked square. But I kept waiting.

The more I searched the more I was recommended to. And now it has come to two products.
PDA SHOPS vouch for the Dopod 810.


Handphone shops and the rest of the world wants N95.


No clue about the Sony Ericsson
So after much consideration, all these Info has to come down to me to direct my target.

So what is my verdict?..
..
..
the Dopod 810.


Why? you may ask. Why choose the so called underdog?
Chicks dig guys with Hot new Nokia phones!

These are the Top 10 reasons why I'd choose the D over the N...

10) System: Yes Symbian OS looks fancy nice and happening. But You cannot really upgrade its features more than what is given. Like a Java applet compared to a game.

9) Servicibility: Nokia service centers versus just everywhere else and if we are hardworking the web.

8) 3G?: Expecting a traveling life I want to be prepared to have the capability to obtain the full spectrum of WiFi even if if the rumor says that Malaysia will not be allowing 3.5G to function due to it's adverse effects to Navigation.

7) Speakers!: Yea N95 wins here... but I'll probably get a shuffle or a Samsung mp3 player to back me up in this department. And its not like N95 has much apart from a stereo set. And I don't wanna make other ppl suffer for my weird taste of music.

6) Camera: N95 wins as well here. But if u are a tan chong fella, u'll know that I dont really use my phones as cameras. I prefer cameras to do their job not phones to proxy them. And its not like i use 3Mps and up.

5) Control: N95 has no touchscreen which will be a pain in the arse to write stuff draw stuff...

4) Price: Not much difference between the two, but I think its more of functionality of the product that I'm interested in.

3) Outlook: True, N95 looks really cool and sleek, so I'll leave it to the ladies to enjoy that privilege. The Dopod looks alright as well, and I'm quite happy with it, as it looks more hardy compared to the Nokia.

2) GPS: N95 uses a Google interface which would look really awesome if I could test drive it. Sad Sad they wont let me. Mapking in the 810 is alright as the other GPS consoles have, but I'm not sure if they have detailed areas of places like Tumpat, Kelantan and Sungai Petani, Kedah.

... And the number 1 reason why I'd choose a D over the N.... Most things I end up going for either works with a Blade or the number 3, N95 has neither. But the 810's original name is HTC P3600 or HTC Trinity 100.

And there you have it. We'll be right back after these messages don't go away...

DMT explains part 1....

"Murder? How could you tell from such little details?" The Deputy pouted.

"Indirectly right, Deputy," He got up and walked behind the car and towards where the burnt tire tracks started. "Its suggestive suicide; the tire tracks suggested that she paused here for a moment, probably crying thinking of a sad memory, or a painful experience. And then the tire tracks suggest a burst of rage, hate and a need to end her own life once and for all as the yellow truck seem to be there just for her,"

They walked back to the door. "The school skirt suggests either for a fetish service or she is barely 17 or 18. An emotional or confusing stage of life to be in. Which means only an emotional scar can cause such irrational effects. So Mr. Forn, What problems did you have when you were 17?"

"Me?" The Deputy stammered, erring the entire way.

"Just as I thought, you were so confused in that era you have no idea what issues you faced," MT reached over and popped the glove compartment and rummaged through the stuff.

Then he continued. "Differential diagnostic, this kind of fluid discharged found confirms that she has had a recent wild night. Stench of smoke from her blouse suggests that she has been in a pub, The smell of faint alcohol suggest that she has been drinking but was not drunk during death. Which means it was an event that happened after the pub that caused her to take her life,"

"What do you mean? how can you tell?" Deputy was brain dead.

Stay logged...

DMT Pleasure before pain??

"1.1 MIL?" MT gasped. "How am I gonna get that kinda money in that period of time?"

"Get a loan?" Deputy Forn said sarcastically overhearing MT's conversation, and got kicked in the back.

MT hung up. But he knew it was inevitable. "Darn fundsuckers, where was I?"

"Part where she somehow gets some?" Deputy rolled his eyes.

"Ah yes my dear Forn, as I was fishing deliberately for her wallet I notice that she was, in layman's terms 'wet', at first I thought it would be bladder discharges. But with closer examination with the unknown substance it is," He gloved out the goo and did the consistency test with his fingertips.

"So, what does that mean?" Deputy Forn raised his brow.

"Would you jack off before you decide to die? Would you have the mood?"

"So she had sex before dying, maybe it was a 101 things to do before she dies list,"

"Or it could be just plain murder," The Dective looked blankly at Forn.

Ten ten TENNNN!!!

Stay logged for the next episode of DEtective MT!!

DMT: 1st Clue

"Oh no not him again," Said a guy in blue. Deputy Forn of the City's police force shook his head. He was a brave man, in a sense. But when someone as sharp as I am come in the scene, he does he's best to cover up.

"MT!" He forced a smile. "How have you been?"

"Isn't it obvious?" I walk on making him trail me instead.

"Well this is a minor issue, none of your concern Detective, so please be on your way,"

"You call that normal?" I pointed out. A Kelisa smashed into a bright yellow trailer. Metal bits everywhere, smoking engine that the fireman made sure would not blow, and a victim, bloody and not heaving left stuck in the driver's seat.

I walked on. But he rushed before me and tried to slip me a fifty . I look at him. "Deputy, I'm a private investigator. I work how I want and where I want, and even so I definitely earn more than you'll ever earn in a year. So take that fifty and wipe your arse with it,"

He was stumped. But enough about him. The scene was messy, the firemen just pried open the driver's door when i began to squat and look at the victim.

A lady, young, about 5'2" wearing what looked to be a mixture of a dressy blouse and a school skirt. I scanned looked to where the car came from. Straight skids came from afar. I touched her neck, she was warm. Probably dead for not more than 2 hours. I looked for an Id. A bludge in her skirt pocket did the trick.

The Deputy was back. "Detective! You are not allowed to disturb crime scene evidence, besides what's so special about this one? Girl depressed at work or life, decides to end life in the back of a yellow trailer,"

"Well unless she likes to get some before her debut suicide act, I'd say we've got more than just a suicide here,"
. . . TBC...

DMT opens the pandora's box to a new case....

MT hit the snooze on his phone. Time to wake up for another day at work. He planted his feet on the wooden floor and cupped his face with his hands. Most of the night he tossed and turned trying to get some sleep but couldn't. What was in his mind that kept him awake.

The box. It seemed irrelevant, but it must be it. He opened the box and peered in it. "What in the hell?"

(part of the story...don't report me....:P)

"Is this some kind of joke?" A name card was on the bottom of the box. Blade's Slivery. "How is this going to help with the investigation?" Mac placed the box aside and turned up the police radio.

There seemed to be a disturbance in the police community. The words "pub", "cars", "suicide" caught his attention. He grabbed his trench and walked out the door...

DMT peers around the corner.....sirens bellowing in the dark..

"Detective MacTanace at your service," He laid down his name card. "I will find out who did this to Mr.Blades, it is my solemn duty,"
***

I walked out of the hospital. The night was wet and gloomy. I reached for my pocket and took out my PDA. The patterns of attacks were similar. Seduction, binding, stake through the heart. Some religious fanatic is killing people with a hatred for vampires. Similar to the TaxiHunter disappearance. But I could not make any assumptions yet, not until I get the facts right.

"Detective!" He called from behind. I turned around. Juzzy, Trius' twin brother brisked walked to me. "Detective, I'm glad I caught up with you,"

"What do you want?" I said. I didn't need more rumblings of a concerned relative. Nevertheless, I stood silently listening just incase and clues followed suit.

"Thank you for taking the case MT, I would like to give you a token of appreciation," He handed me a parcel. "Its something he held in his hand when he was attacked," I took it from him and walked off into the scene. I thought it would be cool to do so.

Back home. I left the parcel on my desk. Unopened. I stared at it for a good hour. Then went straight to bed. "My first case," I thought. "This is going to be a good one,"

***

Out in the city, in a bar, a man sat steadily in at the bartender's high chair. "Whats your poison tonight sir?"

"Give me a whiskey and table number 5," He put down a stack of 50s on the bartender's counter.

"Absolutely sir," The bartender began mixing his drink with a sly smile.

Lesson reluctantly learnt

Sorry guys, I guess I'm just not used to the game. It has taught me a really good lesson. I shall never mess around (despite the nature of my clan). Its painful to experience such scenarios when ur the one that is at a loss.

I was at a low for three whole days...(I still am). But walking to my car from my office my officemate asked me why I was down. I told him that I was having an unlucky strike. He told me not to let this take me down. Instead cheer up and take it in a good way.

It was then, I realize that my teacher had always taught me the biggest lessons in my life and I thank and love my teacher for that.

I was too engrossed in the lesson that I forgot and went all out as I always do. Thank you for straightening me out. Though i'm still not over it.

Why God Why?

Why does everything mean everything when you are down? Songs seem to mean everything, things that usually wouldn't matter to you suddenly becomes ultimately sensitive...and everything else that goes wrong suddenly gets to you.

It all started last Saturday, all of a sudden, my internet died. It came back on after 5 mins, but at a 56kb level. Its been like that ever since.

Felt rotten on Sunday. Thought I'd feel better after seeing that three year old Rinpoche..but in the sweltering heat, all he did was do some weird faces at me and then began to "man chang"/or manja or what ever.

Tot of heading to the gym to workout my stress, didnt work out well. Ended up pulling a muscle. Went to the sauna ..but couldnt stand the heat.

Woke up late on monday, arrived at work late. Got screwed by the boss. UD line had to stop production cause someone switch suppliers of a stock item which couldnt perform. Most parties got screwed. Phone died today.

At the meeting, my boss FFKed (ditched me) leaving me in the deep end of the pool with 15 taichi experts throwing all the blame at maintenance. Had to swallow everything they gave to me. On the way home, a car infront of me hit the emergency brakes, I had to brake as well, was an inch from paying my first car repair bill.

Felt really down, went for salsa class to cheer myself up...it helped a lil..for a while.

This morning I woke up late but manage to get out of the house 5 mins earlier. Nevertheless the jam was worse than yesterday. My supervisor is on leave to day. I have to settle a nego appointment. But my CPR was not signed. Went to look for the DIrector incharged, but she left the building just a few minutes before i reached. Wanted to check if my fax was in, Secretary was not in.

Now im here sulking and cursing at myself, for having such a horrible week. What a way to end my 22nd year on Earth. Oh God, What are you trying to tell me? Why are you making me suffer? Did I do anything wrong in my past life? If so please have mercy on my soul and spread it out evenly.

All this pain is really getting to me. I don't know how much longer can I smile at my colleagues and tell them that I'm okay. If my luck continues to falter, I'd be dead by the end of the week.

A fortune teller once said that I'd always face problems when Im with my mom and she will always have the best luck when Im with her. And it switches when we are apart.

Dont believe? but it happens every single time, the facts are there how can one prove it wrong? She mentioned something else that also came true but I dont wanna talk about it...Just one more revelation to go but its a fork just like the prophecies in Terry Goodkind.

I want to make it work, Muse always said i was too soft. Perhaps its a sign to harden up. I have no more amor left on me, and ive never even tasted blood yet. Is this the end, will my cup which i always took everyone else's tea and "Yum seng"ed be finally broken...

Im back in the black sphere from 10 years ago, once cracked, a window i peeked out, now resealed, im all alone..in pain as im doomed to stay knowing that theres haven outside the black sphere that I can never reach...

Please...change my fate, let this that has happen pass..erase my memory and let me start anew.. as I never knew suffering, hate, anger, greed, lust, envy....

Giving and letting go, giving and letting go..O Great Shyakamuni how did you do it? Second time is more painful then the first..

I think i just need a hug... and a pat..sigh.. But if one more thing happens, just 1...i think i'm gonna go mad...Im gonna go berserk!!

Loss...

A cringe of fear
first settles near
in a place you never knew...

Could feel so filled with fear
to loose a dear
your ankles follow suite.

The words were spoken,
your chest heartbroken
you brace to save your soul

And yet it lags
you feel it drag
and know its a long long drop.

It seems alright
wasnt so bad, without a fight
you stand and laugh at fear

But as you stand your veins
your chest then your heart
shrinks, broken, just by seeing the word 'apart'.

You console your soul
chicken soup for a ghoul
who'd feel better in a tick.

But then a wave so great
like a slap from cold meat
you crumble eyes so thick.

You bury your face
in the hope that this case
you can hold your feelings right

But no matter how logical
your mind is still an animal
its difficult not to put up a fight.

You awake from your cave,
cowardice to be saved,
and wonder if the coast is clear.

But as you make a stand
two feet on suddenly sand
you wobble through the day on and on.

Every moment you face
persons, a smile you must make
so to hide what goes on inside...

But as you turn and face
the mind provoking blaze,
your heart thumps hard inside..

You console yourself
'hey you did this to yourself'
a burn you must endure..

But its tough to see,
a dear say leave,
it'll seem yesterday though so long long ago..

You call your friends
family out on the weekend
for a lunch or dinner at 8

But no matter how much
you try the bunch
cant cheer you up long though the night late.

You return home
to your comfy home
your parents still awake

Don't want to startle them
not their fault that ur damned
silence not a word not a sound

ANd you creep in your room
wishing u had harry's broom
and sweep this memory all gone

Then you come to think
why god bring me things
that in the end i have to let go..

Like an ice-cream cake
in the window pane
that you can never afford to know.

But then you see,
A hope that one day would be
And your heart feels shattered no more..

Change of wind....Dad always said..

Was gonna post something on paradise, but no... i'll talk something more relevant to the world, and the Issues of Malaysia...and what I would like to see changed in the political arena.

All my life, my dad, my uncles and friends of my dad have always laughed about Malaysia's inability to maintain projects after a month or two of building it. Its true, toilets were unclean, hedges along roads becoming hazards, portholes not properly done thus breaking again.

And yet, instead of funding maintenance, they fund millions to project departments that build even more items that requires upkeep. Its true, projects yield loadz of money to both the project department and the government from its benefits... but whats the use if we cannot maintain it? Without proper funding allocation, how do you expect maintenance to fix up the ever growing projects around Malaysia.

At this stage I can hear the government, putting out the hand and maybe slipping a note from under the table to shut me up. But it doesnt matter, nobody reads this blog anyway. Which comes to our next problem. Bribery. I am aware that all countries live with at least some form of bribery to keep things moving. Malaysia though no longer number one, flourishes on bribery. Dad always said, "its whom u know, not what you know". And this is one of the few things he said that I vouch true. Its good in the context that if we appreciate what someone has done for us, we give them something in return for gratitude.

But paying someone off to shut their mouth or twisting tapes and accusations is unethical. This encourages greed, and spoils the market for people who want to make a decent buck. But then again, Dad always said, "It is difficult to get rich without some trickery," And what he says is true. We don't live in a simulated world, but a world mixed with all elements of sin and virtues. Therefore, to survive, men can no longer abide fully on virtuous grounds unless one wants to live a "just enough" life.

Take it from me, Im from a family of two sides of a coin. My dad always encouraged me to be exposed to all issues, of the ugly world just so I won't be suprised from when I see it happen to me. Scandals, bribery, drugs, rape, murder, porn, robbery, motorbikes. All with risks of harming me or my friends, he made sure I was aware of the existence of such things.

My mom on the other hand always made sure I was always virtuous. Never to hurt anyone's feelings if possible. To ask rather than command, to befriend rather than dictate. Study first, be supportive financially to the family before heading out and looking for another. Always help another if it is within our means, especially in mind. This was always emphasized (to share the stress because the mind can only take so much). This is because there has been cases where ppl go cuckoo for bottling up and when the bottle bursts, they breakdown and act abnormal.

And because of being virtuous for the past 22...23 years. I've always satisfied the wants of others but never fully the wants of my own. Singing for an uncle, changing schools for the sake of my aunt's recommendation, serving with utmost loyalty to employers, helping a friend in times of needs, getting lower grade comp as per recommended by my uncle, hand me downs. It is selfless acts like this that I usually excel, but when it comes to my own, it always becomes a flop.

So whats the point of being virtuous when everyone steps on your head? There is only one point that keeps me from turning. . . but i can't remember the point at the moment. hmm.. weird. There are so much more benefits that come with sining...money, fame, chicks, at least when you die...you won't be forgotten in the real world (despite all the suffering u'd endure in hell) you'd have kids going after your money, paparazzi taking pictures of your coffin, media attention and all.

Sometimes I look back and wonder why i didn't do what I wanted to do...cause now that one's virtuous, ppl always come to you for help, you'd feel good and when you die, you know u'll just feel good...done you go to heaven and forsake all others that still await trial on earth and in hell.

If you believe in heaven and hell. Which comes to the next sensitive subject of religion. What is religion? religion is a word made by man in describing a justice system ruled by a supreme being. It filters out those who wish to be saved and those who wish to carry on their lives looking for fame and fortune. Originally made to change the ways of human's sinful means, they now become a shortcut for businessmen who have done sinning, about to die, and don't want to go to hell.

Dad always said.."Be honest to yourself". I guess he never said anything about being honest to others. Dad always laughed at me for being too honest. Once we were in London waiting to buy a tube ticket to go somewhere. He was trying to pass me off as a 4 year old kid (as european kids were so much larger), I was not suppose to head to the counter, but I did, and when he said that I was 4, I corrected him and said that I was six. He had to swallow his tongue and pay an extra 3 pounds or so.

Dad always said "Ask yourself before you buy something, can you live without it?" That was always directed on toys that I wanted to buy...I guess, Its a good filter from spending too much especially from my family background. See my parents are simpleton ppl, always for the children, skipping lunches, sacrificing, taking our nonsense, punishing us even if it hurts them as well. We are not a wealthy bunch, but they planned well. Even if we are from an okay financial status, we were able to go places even most Datuks and Datins have not found the time to go...due to perks.

I've learnt so much from them and yet, sometimes I feel restricted. Its not their fault, I appreciate very much what they've done for me, but sometimes I feel I could have done more. Many uncles and dad's friends keep asking me, "Why did you not, stay back in Australia?" I always laugh and keep it unanswered. But living there I realized how much I missed my parents, even if I don't show it..(dont know how) I realize that they will not be around forever. My dad's retired, my mom will be in July, I would be the only staple person capable of supporting us.

Bro's in the states with his wife and twins, helping to support education on the other side. If I were to stay in Australia, I would not be able to support myself very well until after awhile, which I reckon 2 years of ausy dollars draining in me have already taxed my parents alot. So I decided to head back, and do what i can to be with my parents and take over the financial struggle. Mom's been wanting me back anyway, they've missed the children...bros not been home much for the past 10 years...Ive been away from them for 2. They've satisfied their misses through skype...but now that Im back, I think its much better.

A grandma once said "There's two things that are unforgivable; Making a lady cry, and treating food badly," I guess its better that way....

enough of Simon sez I guess...else one can get giddy...i hope that one day i look back on this entry and say..."Wat on earth was I thinking writing such delusional stuff?"

why did I choose to Bishma when I did....

Tan Chong Golden Village

Hello ppl... ends my 3 week of working. How so far? Well in this Tan Chong Golden Village u can find...

ACTION!! SUSPENSE!!! DRAMA!!! FANTASTIC MARTIAL ARTS EFFECTS!! DODGING BULLETS!! FALLING CARS !!! BURSTING PIPES!!! MORE DROPPING CARS!!! THIS IS ....THE LAST ACTION HERO!!! STARRING ARNOLD SWAERNKLGNSJKL "GET DOWN!!!" TACHI MASTER JET LI "RELAX AND PUSH IS THE KEY!!" NEO KEANU REEVES !!! " THERE IS NO BULLET THERE IS NO BULLET!! AND MASTER YODA!! "mmm...Move the hoist and I beams, u must .. the other side it should be!!" "But master Yoda, the roof will not stand it" "No...no different, look at me...Judge me by my size do u? carry the I-beam I can with the force. For it is my ally..and a powerful ally it is...do now....or whack bottom I will" This APRIL ......

Okies...lol... Now im going to talk about why being a maintenance engineer in a automotive plant is like being a gynecologist.

1) When some pipe is broken, u gotta diagnose it and fix the problem.
2) U get to inspect topless models without actually owning any.
3) Only when there is a problem do they come looking for you.
4) With so many items/patients there will always be a checkup scheduled.
5) If u cant finish it in one inspection, u gotta follow up on another day with so many other patients in line
6) Breakdown/diagnostic forms always go to u until its fix then u file it.
7) Best way of learning is to get down and dirty with it.
8) Once ur used to it, u dont get a high any more
9) Sometimes, topless models could look pretty nasty
10) If you cant handle it, you can always call in a specialist.

Trius under the Rule of Tan Chong's TKF

Its been 3 weeks, working for Tan Chong. Its good experience, but recently this week Ive been working to my bones. My manager Mr. Tan Kin Foo, is a retired engineer in the Maintenance department who I directly report to.

sometime he's okay. But sometimes he plays Warcraft with us....clicking us continuously until we explode like lil poly-morphed lambs. Ooo at the moment Im still able to keep up..but will i be able to after several months?

By the way, i "won" a trip to genting on the 27th of APril...have to apply for leave. Hopefully can. SIgh, wish my blade-chan could come...sniff sniff...Have to find some friends to replace her instead....sigh....

maybe can celebrate up there...oor in the office...mmm....ambiguous ambiguous.

Ah well...tomorrow's another day...

TTTTT if only AUDI sponsored me...

Pirates of Digital Mall no longer.....nuuuu...CALL TO ARMS!!

Last Saturday.... I went to the last piracy stronghold known in Selangor... Digital mall..What I found was beyond explanation....

Digital Mall...the last known source of pirated dvds and cds for PC games and programs..... gone... Barren...torn from the face of the earth pillaged by anti-pirate patrols....

Is this the end of the once majestic era of piracy? Are we...Pirates of the Digitalia take this standing down? Are we going to take this blow in the face and walk home?

k... if u feel that way....fight and u may go to jail...stand down...u'll live.. at least a while.

And dying in ur beds, you look back to this day..thinking of what would it be like if you DID FIGHT AND GET LOCKED UP FOR YOUR RIGHTS!!....CAUSE TODAY ...WE FIGHT FOR PIRACY!!! AND THE WELL BEING OF OUR DIGITAL LIFE!!!

Men and women of Asia I stand before you not as your leader to this Campaign..but as a solution to his Glorious Era tat we are losing...for without piracy...would we be as we are today? WOuld we be this educated? Would we be great strategist and yet be able to walk in our pasar malam (night market) khakis which happens to be the most expensive thing we own?

Would we be able to have the computer skills we have today to earn a living with such low purchasing power? Will we allow ourselves to be as computer illiterate as our forefathers?

I say NO!! No to taking away our children's skills..No, to be outdated if we have no money!! NO to seeing yourselves as old ladies and men paying rich kids service money to type out a memo for you on the computer wordsheet.

THat is why I call to thee, Fellow Bloggers, Online fanatics, Pirate sympathizers, I call to thee!! in the name of all that is DIgital Piracy!!! Spread out thy messages for this is a CALL TO ARMS!!!

And we shall prevail as village idiots who in the end made a difference to the Human Race!

A gentlemman...

"When a gentleman makes his way down a row in a crowded theater, he faces the people who are already in their seats. A gentleman never forces others to stare at his backside"

Ah ratz... thats another virtue down the drain. And i tot it was rude to let the audience stare at Mr.Happy. For nights I have been spending ten minutes at a time reading this collection of books on one of my most weaker subjects...besides math.

Manners, and fittingly the collection is called Gentle-manners. Its a guide book on how to act gentlemanly blah blah blah....stuff that we (im not saying everyone...just me at the moment) pay little attention to which affects relationships with others.

So from now on with the help of this book I hope to better myself for the benefit of everyone else. Rule number one of the book

"A Gentleman is someone who makes others feel comfortable. Good manners is simply a matter of common sense and courtesy".
Sigh im a long way from being one....but im willing to learn..

Management..underway Engineering Zero, Profiling Zero..

Sigh sigh Sigh... I have been feeling excessively moody these couple of weeks. Nonetheless I am Happy to be part of an organization. To belong to a clan, a family...is fantastic. Of course its nice to have an occasional wanderlust...but at least after so long I am learning to work together again.

I believe this will be the most overviewic post ever in these few months. Looking back three months, and see how much I have achieved, I am glad that I have gone this far. For three months I've been ...A warrior, a wanderer, a lover, a worker, an author, so much in such a short time... Im glad I am living up to my resolutions....

looking forward to the rest of the year... More to come more to see...hopefully....no/small sine waves...As long as I play the rhythm I can pace and help everyone else...

Revelations of Three....333 Half the devil...

Today 30/3/2007...I have been seeing many 3s around.

1) At work, We had three meetings today.
2) Had lunch with three Judges of the Magistrate
3) three Cats waited for some of my fish while having dinner
4) Mc Donald's total of 2 hot milos and 1 apple pie (3 items) came up to RM7.77
5) Had dealings with Three departments as well... (MIS, Admin and HR)

333 thats my number buahaha

The life of the Three is not to be succumbed by orders and mindless follows, and the God-like power to ruthlessly Rule over your minions. The Path of Three is the intermediate between heaven and Earth, between lead and follow, balance between offensive stance and defensive. It is the gentle lead that men follow, the shoulder that bears the weight with your friends, and the Voice that is heard by the Gods.

But... the Three is also doomed to live a life of three. Never to have his heart for himself as he lives for the happiness of others. To save those around him from damnation while sacrificing himself as a scapegoat. As a tree is one that gives life by living with the Earth's water and the Heaven's rays. So is the Three who needs the support and affirmation of his interacts.