Fade's Daily Escapades

Live Life Unmundanely

2010-02-10T03:08:00.000-08:00

Back in the old days when Soul II Soul ruled the airwaves, life was a bit more simple. You'd live for the moment and rate the chickas based on how high their skirts were and how much of the toned butt cheeks showed. These are vivid memories from a distant childhood I must point out. Often the things that drove your week was the date you will be having with the cute looking chick u met in Sax and how you planned to plant gentle whispers in her ear while holding her hands close to your heart. They were often shy looking but aroused after the first snog.

I know a few guys my age who are still ~~shagging~~ dating women half their age and enjoying the physical sides of engagements till the very last drop, before they ask for more. Saying this I am previlaged to also have friends who do not mind talking about the anotomical intricate details of their spouses. Whether in excitement or dissapointment.

They often complain about how saggy it gets and how it all now points to the ground rather than to the sky. Red nipples are now brownish black, while mowed lawns have now become unkept lawns. I find it rather enriching to hear these intimate details.

From all this I'm curious of the thought process and expectations that individuals go through going out of maritial relationships and going in to new uncharted ones. I can imagine the excitement to sailing through uncharted waters and virgin valleys. But does the exictement lasts? Doe it come to an ubrupt end eventually? I guess these are definitely the motivations in life to live it in an unmundane manner.

All Work and No Play

2010-02-03T21:26:00.000-08:00

I've always believed that revenue should be the measure of success of a company. Saying this, I must relate to you how desperate I am for a steady revenue stream for the company. Yes I work for someone and no its not my own company. But the owners have made it clear that by hook or crook money needs to come in soon.

We've not clinched anything yet, and the pockets of the owners are ever so deep. For many moons now I've been trying to work out deals and look at oppertunities in the ICT sector to score something. But no scores yet. Most of my 'projects' are on deciding mode. Hopefully by year end it'll be a different picture altogether.

On the social side, its virtually non-existant. Only friends who call up to aks for professional favours. I've also had 'friends' who misuse our friendship for professional gains. Sad but true that there are oppertunists out there who indulge in such misbehaviours. So apart from unreliable assitants, aborted friendships and dishonest customers, my life has been pretty hectic.

Last year saw the passing of a dear friend 'Design Junkie' aka Harris. Hes been a good friend and a blogging companion to whom this blog has had links to since day 1. You can find his now defunc link in my list of blogger friends down this page. There are things that we've shared, that until now no one else in this world knows about. Truly felt his deminise.

Happy New Year

2009-12-30T01:37:00.000-08:00

It has been a while since the last time I posted. Now after almost 2 years I can feel age slowly catching up with me. Gosh I'm starting to get tired after a few flights of stairs, even long meetings buckle me up sometimes. I look into a mirror and see a middle aged man looking back. Why do I make it sound this bad?

Today after all this time, I'm finally back working in KL. Its been a long time come but I'm happy to finally be home. After all these years I love the smell of nasik lemak in the mornings from nearby corner shops, the choatic traffic jams and the abusive look I get from the crazy drivers living in this city. Was definitely the right decision to come home and expand my horizonts here in my own back yeard.

I got a job working for a local tech company and its all working out im happy to say. Anyone I know out there? Pls write back to tell me how your year went.

Happy New Year everyone.

When in Rome do as the Romans

2008-12-01T02:59:00.000-08:00

Finally a politician who knows what hes talking about!

For all the pig-headed ungratefullness, stupidity, disrespect, utter arrogrance and lack of brain cells to understand history the way our forefathers nurtured the spirit of merdeka ..... all that we've seen over the last few months, someone finally agrees with me.

We can never forge a better understanding of our different cultures, beliefs, moral grounds, religous principles and coherce unity between the races if we allow our people to speak different languages, go to different schools, conform to different culture demands and segregate ourselves in every aspects of our lives. Its unfortunate that it took malaysia 40 years to see this. I've been preaching about it for as long as I can remember. As they say ... when in rome, do as the romans!

Below is a text from Mukhzani that I'm agreeable to 100%. The time has come to get down to business and thrash all the ridiculous demands that have eaten us up for so long. Even our negihbours have succeeded better than us.

KUALA LUMPUR: Umno Youth chief aspirant Datuk Mukhriz Mahathir has called on the Government to abolish the vernacular school system as a means to enhance unity among people of various races.

He said a single school system was the only way to check the racial polarisation that was getting out of control in the country.

“The government should consider introducing only one school system with Bahasa Malaysia as the medium of instruction, except for Science and Mathematics which are already being taught in English.

“Of course, pupils should then be given the option to study their mother tongues. Under this system, the Malays will also have the option of studying other languages like Mandarin and Tamil and this will further boost unity among them,” he told reporters at Parliament House on Monday.

The Umno Youth exco member said it was time for Malaysia to do away with the dual school system, which was practised by only a handful of countries in the world, as it had contributed to the problem of disunity in the country.

He said over 99% of countries in the world practised a single school system.

He expressed hope that leaders of Barisan Nasional component parties would not take his suggestion in a negative light as it was only meant as a suggestion to resolve, once and for all, the problem of racial polarisation affecting the citizenry.

“If they reject this suggestion, then they should explain why they are against it. How is it possible for them on one hand to talk about unity and question Malay rights, while on the other hand still insist on having a different school system for their race?

“If you want equal rights then you cannot have a different school sistem. You cannot have your cake and eat it too,” he added.

He also urged all parties to stop harping on issues that could create tension among Barisan component parties, including on the issue of Ketuanan Melayu or Malay supremacy.

Lately, he said, there were many statements made by leaders of component parties that had the potential to create anger among the Malays and Umno members.

“If they insist on making statements on that issue, then do not be surprised if the Malays start talking about the economic supremacy of the non-Malays.

“Despite all that has been said on the issue of Malay supremacy, the Malays do not feel in any way superior or the master when it comes to the country’s economy,” he said.

Viva Victoria

2008-08-31T17:51:00.000-07:00

My Alma Mater

"Be yet wiser" ... still wondering what that means until now.

Can we kick them out?

2008-08-07T15:46:00.000-07:00

Maxis just signed a RM25million contract with SAS Solutions and Amdocs to supply customer care and marketing campain management systems here in malaysia for them.

Whats alarming is that Amdocs, a company that provides customer care, billing and OSS services for the Telecoms sector, is a Haifa (Israel) based company with palestinian blood on their hands. Shame on you Maxis for engaging them despite knowing all this. This is what happens when malaysia too easily give Maxis all the freedom they want with no control what so ever on unethical practises. Giving Maxis too much head can't be a good thing.

Yet another malaysian contract given to Israel.

Despicable for humanity.

Can we kick them out now?

Dr. M's Flawless Literature

2008-07-12T02:06:00.000-07:00

Of all my years of scouring across nameless websites and digesting distant articles on a variety of topics at various levels, this one on Malaysia's Social Contract by Dr. M at on his web site Che Det, is to put in plainly .... simply the best I have read.

Its flawlessly written, contains a comprehensive account of events and conclusion of thoughts throughout Malaysia's infant years. It is clear that the contents of the article potray a meaningful understanding of Dr. M on the history, reasons and legislative justification of the complete Social Contract to what it is today. All 51 years in the making. I suspect Dr. M took 20 years to actually write the article with such perfection and continuity. Absolutely briliant!

It is truly refreshing to read and should be made a vital subject matter in schools in foundation year I think.

Below is the article taken from Che Det. Thank you Dr. M.

Malaysia's Social Contract

1. Before there was Malaya and Malaysia the peninsular was known as Tanah Melayu, or Malay Land.

2. Saying this alone would result in accusations of being racist.

3. But I need to go back in history if I am going to be able to explain about Malaysia's social contract.

4. Through treaties signed by the Rulers of the Malay States of the Peninsular the British acquired the right to rule the Malay States. These treaties obviously recognised and legitimised the States as Malay States. No one disputed this. Even the aborigines accepted this as shown by their submission to the rule of the Malay Sultans.

5. Initially the peoples living in the States were divided into indigenous Malays and aborigines who were subjects of the Malay rulers and foreign guests who were not subjects of the rulers. There were no citizenship or documents about citizenship status as in most countries.

6. The foreign guests prospered in the British ruled Malay States and in the British colonies of Penang, Malacca and Singapore. The Malay subjects of the Rulers and the Rulers themselves did not feel threatened by the numbers of these non-Malays and the disparities between the general wealth and progress of the foreign guests and the subjects of the Rulers. They did not think that the foreigners who had settled in the country would ever demand citizenship rights.

7. When Japan conquered the Malay States and the colonies of the Straits Settlements, the Chinese felt insecure as the Japanese were their historical enemies.

8. Many Chinese formed and joined guerilla forces and disappeared into the jungle. When Japan surrendered the Chinese guerillas came out and seized many police stations in the interior and declared that they were the rulers of the country. They seized many people, Chinese and Malays and executed a number of them.

9. Malay villagers retaliated by killing the Chinese in the rural areas. Tension rose and a Sino-Malay war was only averted because of the arrival of British forces. But the ill feeling and animosity between the two races remained high.

10. It was in this tensed situation that the British proposed the Malayan Union which would give the "guests" the right of citizenship as indistinguishable from that of the Malays.

11. The Malays rejected the Malayan Union and its citizenship proposal. They forced the British to return to the status quo ante in a new Federation of Malaya.

12. Only Chinese who were British subjects in the colonies of the Straits Settlements were eligible to become citizens in this new Federation. Naturally the Malay citizens far outnumbered the Chinese Malayan citizens.

13. Chinese leaders appealed to the British, who then persuaded the UMNO President, Dato Onn Jaafar to propose to open UMNO to all races. This proposal was rejected by the other UMNO leaders and Dato Onn had to resign.

14. The British kept up the pressure for the Malays to be more liberal with citizenship for non-Malays.

15. Tunku Abdul Rahman, the President of UMNO decided on a coalition with MCA (Malaysian Chinese Association) and the MIC (Malaysian Indian Congress). In the 1955 elections to the Federal Legislative Assembly, since there were very few constituencies with Chinese or Indian majorities, the MCA and MIC partners had to put up candidates in Malay majority constituencies after UMNO undertook not to contest in these constituencies but to support MCA Chinese and MIC Indian candidates instead.

16. Such was the support of the Malays for the MCA and MIC alliance candidates that they won even against Malay candidates from PAS. The MCA and MIC candidates all won. Only UMNO lost one constituency against PAS.

17. The Tunku as Chief Minister of a self-governing Federation of Malaya then decided to go for independence. The British continued to inisist on citizenship rights for the Chinese and Indians as a condition for giving independence.

18. To overcome British resistance to independence and to gain the support of the Chinese and Indians, the Tunku decided to give one million citizenship to the two communities based purely on residence. One notable new citizen was (Tun) Leong Yew Koh, a former general in the Chinese National Army who was later appointed Governor of Malacca.

19. It was at this stage that the leaders of the three communal parties who had formed the Government of self-governing British Federation of Malaya, discussed and reached agreement on the relationship between the three communities in an independent Federation of Malaya.

20. It was to be a quid pro quo arrangement. In exchange for the one million citizenships the non-Malays must recognise the special position of the Malays as the indigenous people. Certain laws such as the pre-eminence of Islam as the state religion, the preservation of Malay reserve land, the position of the Malay Rulers and Malay customs and the distribution of Government jobs were included in the understanding.

21. On the question of national language it was agreed that Malay would be the national language. English should be the second language. The Chinese and Indians could continue to use their own languages but not in official communication.

22. Chinese and Tamil primary schools can use their languages as teaching media. They can also be used in secondary schools but these have to be private schools.

23. For their part the Chinese and Indian leaders representing their parties and communities demanded that their citizenship should be a right which could not be annulled, that they should retain their language, religion and culture, that as citizens they should have political rights as accorded to all citizens.

24. Much of these agreements and understandings are reflected in the Federal Constitution of Independent Malaya. For everything that is accorded the Malays, there is always a provision for non-Malays. Few ever mention this fact. The only thing that attracts everyone's attention and made a subject of dispute is what is accorded the Malays and other indigenous people.

25. Thus although Malay is to be the National Language, Chinese and Tamil can be used freely and in the Chinese and Tamil schools. In no other country has there been a similar provision. Even the most liberal countries do not have this constitutional guarantee.

26. The national language is to be learnt by everyone so that Malayan citizens can communicate with each other everywhere.

27. It was understood also that the Chinese language referred in the understanding were the Chinese dialects spoken in Malaysia, not the national language of China. Similarly for Malayan Indians the language was Tamil, not Hindi or Urdu or whatever became the national language of India. However, the Chinese educationists later insisted that the Chinese language must be the national language of China i.e. Mandarin.

28. The official religion is Islam but other religions may be practised by their adherents without any restriction. As the official religion, Islam would receive Government support. Nothing was said about support for the other religions. The non-Malays did not press this point and the Federal Constitution does not mention Government support for the other religions. Nevertheless such support have been given.

29. A quota was fixed for the Malayan Civil Service wherein the Malays would get four posts for every one given to Chinese or Indians. However it was recognised that the professional post would be open to all races as it was never thought possible there would be enough Malays to take up these posts.

30. The result was that in the early years of independence there were more non-Malays in Division 1 than Malays.

31. The Agong or the Rulers of the States should determine quotas of scholarships and licences for Malays. But no one should be deprived of whatever permits or licences in order to give to Bumiputras.

32. The position of the Malay Rulers was entrenched and could not be challenged. There would be a Paramount Ruler chosen from among the nine Rulers who would serve for five years.

33. The rulers were to be constitutional rulers. Executive power was to be exercised by elected Menteris Besar, Ketua Menteri (Chief Minister) and Prime Minister, assisted by members of councils and cabinets. The British practice was to be the model.

34. The most important understanding was the adoption of Parliamentary Democracy with a Constitutional Monarch, again after the United Kingdom model. It should be remembered that the British imposed an authoritarian colonial Government on the Malay State, the power resting with the Colonial Office in London.

35. Before these the Malay States were feudal with the Malay Rulers enjoying near absolute power. Only the elites played a role in State politics. The Malay subjects had no political rights at all. Certainly the guests had no say in politics. Even the Chinese and Indian British citizens had no say though they may be appointed as Municipal or Legislative Councillors.

36. The decision to adopt a democratic system of Government was a radical step in the governance of the Federation of Malaya and of the Malay States. This was agreed to by the leaders of the three major communities as represented by their political parties i.e. UMNO, MCA and MIC. There can be no doubt that these parties represented the vast majority of the three communities in Malaya. The Communists and the other leftists did not signify their agreement to the understanding.

37. The Reid Commission was briefed on all these agreements and understanding so that they will be reflected in the Constitution to be drawn up. All the three parties approved this Constitution after several amendments were made. In effect the Constitution became a contract binding on all the three communities in the Federation of Malaya upon attaining independence in 1957.

38. When Sabah and Sarawak joined the Peninsular States to form Malaysia the social contract was extended to the two Borneo States. The natives of Sabah and Sarawak were given the same status as the Malays. At this time the word Bumiputra was introduced to distinguish the indigenous Malays and Sabah, Sarawak natives from those descendants of foreign immigrants. Because Malay was widely used in the Borneo States there was no difficulty in the acceptance of Malay as the national language. The fact that the natives of the two states are not all Muslims necessitated no change in the Constitution once the word Bumiputra was accepted. But the official definition of a Malay remained.

39. The embodiment of the social contract is therefore the Constitution of first, the Federation of Malaya and then Malaysia.

40. To say it does not exist is to deny the contents of the Constitution which was based upon the acceptance by the leaders of the three communities of the original social contract.

41. All subsequent actions by the Government were the results of this social contract. The fact that the initiators of this social contract and their successors were endorsed by the people in every election reflects the undertaking of the people to honour this social contract.

42. Saying that the social contract does not exist is like saying that Malaysia exists in a vacuum, without a Constitution and laws based on this Constitution.

43. Implementing the social contract requires understanding of its spirit as much as the letter. The social contract is aimed at creating a multi-racial nation that is stable and harmonious. Any factor which would cause instability and result in confrontation between the races must be regarded as incompatible with the spirit of the social contract.

44. For 50 years no one seriously questioned the social contract. Even today the majority of Chinese and Indians and the indigenous Malays and natives of Sabah and Sarawak accept the social contract. But because Dato Seri Abdullah Ahmad Badawi basically lost the 2008 election and now heads a weak Government the extremists and erstwhile detractors have questioned the social contract. The Bar Council has now become a political party believing that its expertise in law will exempt it from being questioned as to its credentials and its political objectives.

45. Abdullah's UMNO is incapable of countering any attack on the social contract. If anything untoward happens Abdullah and UMNO must bear responsibility.

Whos Really Behind the Fuel Crisis

2008-07-06T18:36:00.000-07:00

Fuel speculators, is I am certain the main culprit behind why world fuel prices have gone up to USD$140 per barrel. It obviously doesn’t take a genius to see that there can’t be a 3 fold increase in fuel consumption around the world the past few years, for prices to go up from USD$30 to USD$145. All this while fuel production from Opec has been increased by 2.1 times to accommodate this fuel ‘shortage’. Even this is not enough to bring fuel prices back to normal.

So if fuel consumption has barely increased and fuel production has more than doubled, whats really happening? Where is all this oil going to? Heres how the speculators work. Companies like Goldman Sachs, JP Morgan Chase, Sanford C. Bernstein & Co and Morgan Stanley in NY invest in whatever they think could make money. So they by oil on the free market from Opec and other countries that produce it. They usually buy as much as they can, and as a result the strain of supply pushes the market up. When this happens, these speculators diverge and sell their commodities back to the market at a regulated pace as to not over supply the market while keeping the prices up. Many believe so. A report the U.S. Congress released Monday showed that, in January 2000, 37 percent of the NYMEX crude futures contracts were held by speculative traders; but in April 2008, the number has soared to 71 percent. This was exactly what these companies did during our last currency crisis back in the nineties. Besides the NYMEX (NY), the ICE Futures Exchange in London and the Dubai Exchange are also places where oil speculation is happening now at a very alarming rate. Greedy bastards, half the world is suffering.

This is why you don’t see a very busy world shipping schedule these days. Tankers are used to store the fuel that speculators buy from the market. They usually do not sail anywhere but simply float around waiting for the fuel they carry to be sold again on the market for a higher price. In other places fuel depots are used to keep fuel for a few moths and slowly sold back to the market at a regulated pace. Fuel companies like BP, Shell and Exxon actually encourage speculators to rig the markets as these companies tend to gain when fuel producing countries use their services to explore and extract more oil than usual from designated fields. Also their refineries would now run at a max capacity to refine oil to fuel. Just look at their profit margins these last few years.

In asia, fuel is traded at the Singapore exchange due to it being close to singapore’s oil processing plants and the Keppel fuel depot where storage takes place. Looking at the trend, the speculators will operate in asia the same way it operates in NYSE. As a result, the entire world pays twice as much as they really should on fuel thanks to the rich, powerful and greedy fuel speculators who make billions a day doing this.

The only way for Opec to block speculators is to firm up oil trading at the exchange by setting up a special oil exchange that only countries could participate in to buy or sell oil directly with each other. This was you cut out all the NY based speculators from trading and they will loose hundreds of billions when they can’t sell the oil the have bought to any country on earth, except for at a dirt cheap price. This will fix them and kick them out once and for all from ever meddling with oil. We must act now.

How you too could be rich

2008-05-27T14:06:00.000-07:00

MALAYSIA TODAY SPECIAL REPORT ON THE AP ISSUE (Sometime in 2005)

I guess its good to be rich. Especially in today's chaotic economic times. Fuel has shot up 6 time as much as it was in 2002. Thank you America for invading Iraq and Afghany ~~and Iran~~. Bread has gone up by 40%, rice by 20% and prostitution by 10%. With the rate of price increases, we'd be paying $1000 pretty soon for a full tank of fuel.

Back to the delima of how to get rich, quick. There are many roads leading up to this ultimate destination. But in M'sia the easiest, most lucrative and quickest route would be through the award of APs. These official records filed with the Registrar of Companies of just ten of the companies that were awarded APs by Rafidah.

1) Hyumal Motor Sdn Bhd

Enjoying APs since: 1997
Quota a year: 8,573
Total quota to 2004: 68,584

If sell the APs

At average RM30,000 per AP
Total accumulated from APs: RM2,057,520,000

If used APs to actually import cars

At conservative estimate of RM100,000 per AP
Total accumulated to 2004: RM6,858,400,000

Directors/Shareholders: Datuk Tengku Adnan bin Tengku Mansur (20%), Tan Sri Dato Seri Vincent Tan Chee Yioun (10%), Dato Abdul Malek Ahmad (10%), Arsam bin Damis (10%), Azman bin Ahmad (5%), Wan Adli bin Wan Ibrahim (deceased - 5%)

Company owned by Berjaya Group Berhad (20%) and Tadamansori Holdings Sdn Bhd (20%)

Paid up capital: RM6,000,000.00

Last statutory accounts filed: 2002
Total assets: RM54,714,283.00
Total liabilities: RM13,582,880.00

Turnover: RM214,357,239.00
Profit before tax: RM28,440,701.00
Profit after tax: RM18,642,250.00

Estimated hidden (undeclared) profits to 2004: (For Malaysia Today’s readers to figure out)

2) Naza Kia Sdn Bhd

Enjoying APs since: 1997
Quota a year: 8,432
Total quota to 2004: 67,456

If sell the APs

At average RM30,000 per AP
Total accumulated from APs: RM2,023,680,000

If used APs to actually import cars

At conservative estimate of RM100,000 per AP
Total accumulated to 2004: RM6,745,600,000

Directors/Shareholders: Tan Sri Dato Seri Nasimuddin Kamal (80%) and Dato Hj Sheikh Shalahuddin Ayubi Kamal (20%)

Paid up capital: RM2.00

Last statutory accounts filed: 2003

Total assets: RM195,514.00
Total liabilities: RM147,736.00

Turnover: RM12,500.00
Profit before tax: RM56,184.00
Profit after tax: RM55,447.00

Estimated hidden (undeclared) profits to 2004: (For Malaysia Today’s readers to figure out)

3) Cartrade Sdn Bhd

Enjoying APs since: 1997
Quota a year: 1,237
Total quota to 2004: 9,896

If sell the APs

At average RM30,000 per AP
Total accumulated from APs: RM296,880,000

If used APs to actually import cars

At conservative estimate of RM100,000 per AP
Total accumulated to 2004: RM989,600,000

Directors/Shareholders: Mohamed Ilyas bin Pakeer Mohamed (75%) and Zahrah bte Ahmad (25%)

Paid up capital: RM2,000,000.00

Last statutory accounts filed: 1999
Total assets: RM66,111,133.00
Total liabilities: RM21,861,323.00

Turnover: RM50,594,253 (1997 was RM205,867,002)
Profit before tax: RM1,468,088.00
Profit after tax: RM1,468,088.00

Estimated hidden (undeclared) profits to 2004: (For Malaysia Today’s readers to figure out)

4) Directional (M) Sdn Bhd

Enjoying APs since: 1997
Quota a year: 811
Total quota to 2004: 6,488

If sell the APs

At average RM30,000 per AP
Total accumulated from APs: RM194,640,000

If used APs to actually import cars

At conservative estimate of RM100,000 per AP
Total accumulated to 2004: RM648,800,000

Directors: Dato Ismayddin bin Abdul Manan, Mohamed Husain bin KC Ahammu, Zamaliah bte Juah and Datuk Chong Wei Yoon

Company 100% owned by USF-Hicom (Malaysia) Sdn Bhd

Paid up capital: RM45,472,698.00

Last statutory accounts filed: 2004
Total assets: RM78,559,962.00
Total liabilities: RM127,402,919.00

Turnover: RM63,101,790.00
Profit before tax: RM4,253,641.00
Profit after tax: RM4,253,641.00

Estimated hidden (undeclared) profits to 2004: (For Malaysia Today’s readers to figure out)

5) NZ Wheel (M) Sdn Bhd

Enjoying APs since: 1997
Quota a year: 419
Total quota to 2004: 3,352

If sell the APs

At average RM30,000 per AP
Total accumulated from APs: RM100,560,000

If used APs to actually import cars

At conservative estimate of RM100,000 per AP
Total accumulated to 2004: RM335,200,000

Directors/Shareholders: Tan Sri Dato Seri Nasimuddin Kamal (12%), Dato Hj Sheikh Shalahuddin Ayubi Kamal (4%) and Puan Sri Datin Seri Zaleha bte Ismail (4%)

Company 80% owned by Naza Motor Trading Sdn Bhd

Paid up capital: RM1,000,000.00

Last statutory accounts filed: 2002
Total assets: RM242,159,309.00
Total liabilities: RM202,619,735.00

Turnover: RM230,876,062.00
Profit before tax: RM6,692,925.00
Profit after tax: RM4,702,925.00

Estimated hidden (undeclared) profits to 2004: (For Malaysia Today’s readers to figure out)

6) Competitive Supreme Sdn Bhd

Enjoying APs since: 2002
Quota a year: 1,807
Total quota to 2004: 5,421

If sell the APs

At average RM30,000 per AP
Total accumulated from APs: RM162,630,000

If used APs to actually import cars

At conservative estimate of RM100,000 per AP
Total accumulated to 2004: RM 542,100,000

Directors/Shareholders: Muhammad Fadhil bin Ahmad (50%) and Zahari bin Jaffar (50%)

Paid up capital: RM1,000,000.00

Last statutory accounts filed: 2002
Total assets: RM1,085,686.00
Total liabilities: RM319,540.00

Turnover: RM3,776,463.00
Profit before tax: RM233,854.00
Profit after tax: RM233,854.00

Estimated hidden (undeclared) profits to 2004: (For Malaysia Today’s readers to figure out)

7) Nasim Sdn Bhd

Enjoying APs since: 2002
Quota a year: 293
Total quota to 2004: 879

If sell the APs

At average RM30,000 per AP
Total accumulated from APs: RM26,370,000

If used APs to actually import cars

At conservative estimate of RM100,000 per AP
Total accumulated to 2004: RM87,900,000

Directors/Shareholders: Tan Sri Dato Seri Nasimuddin Kamal (50%) and Dato Hj Sheikh Shalahuddin Ayubi Kamal (50%)

Ministry records shows SM Amin instead of Dato Hj Sheikh Shalahuddin Ayubi Kamal

Paid up capital: RM2.00

Last statutory accounts filed: 2000
Total assets: RM8,204.00
Total liabilities: RM8,202.00

Turnover: 0
Profit before tax: 0
Profit after tax: 0

Estimated hidden (undeclared) profits to 2004: (For Malaysia Today’s readers to figure out)

8) Weststar Motorsport Sdn Bhd

Enjoying APs since: 2002
Quota a year: 7,603
Total quota to 2004: 22,809

If sell the APs

At average RM30,000 per AP
Total accumulated from APs: RM684,270,000

If used APs to actually import cars

At conservative estimate of RM100,000 per AP
Total accumulated to 2004: RM2,280,900,000

Directors: Datuk Abdul Rashid bin Abdul Rahim, Dato Haniff bin Abd Aziz, Dato Syed Azman bin Syed Ibrahim and Che Aziyah bte Hassan

Company 100% owned by Weststar Holdings Sdn Bhd

Ministry records DO NOT show Datuk Abdul Rashid bin Abdul Rahim and Che Aziyah bte Hassan but instead shows Dato Azzuddin Ahmad

Paid up capital: RM2,000,000.00

Last statutory accounts filed: 2003
Total assets: RM24,335,475.00
Total liabilities: RM4,908,259.00

Turnover: RM340,898,912.00
Profit before tax: RM18,637,870.00
Profit after tax: RM13,617,267.00

Estimated hidden (undeclared) profits to 2004: (For Malaysia Today’s readers to figure out)

9) Atlantic Star Auto Sdn Bhd

Enjoying APs since: 2003
Quota a year: 582
Total quota to 2004: 1,164

If sell the APs

At average RM30,000 per AP
Total accumulated from APs: RM34,920,000

If used APs to actually import cars

At conservative estimate of RM100,000 per AP
Total accumulated to 2004: RM116,400,000

Directors/Shareholders: Dato Haniff bin Abd Aziz (50%) and Dato Syed Azman bin Syed Ibrahim (50%)

Paid up capital: RM1,000,000.00

Last statutory accounts filed: 2004
Total assets: RM6,452,532.00
Total liabilities: RM5,320,973.00

Turnover: 0
Profit before tax: 0
Profit after tax: 0

Estimated hidden (undeclared) profits to 2004: (For Malaysia Today’s readers to figure out)

10) Auto Pacific Star Sdn Bhd

Enjoying APs since: 2003
Quota a year: 5,087
Total quota to 2004: 10,174

If sell the APs

At average RM30,000 per AP
Total accumulated from APs: RM 305,220,000

If used APs to actually import cars

At conservative estimate of RM100,000 per AP
Total accumulated to 2004: RM1,017,400,000

Directors: Dato Haniff bin Abd Aziz and Dato Syed Azman bin Syed Ibrahim

Company owned by Asas Komited Sdn Bhd (23.3%) and Magna Prominent Sdn Bhd (76.7%)

Paid up capital: RM1,000,000.00

Last statutory accounts filed: 2003
Total assets: RM74,645,643.00
Total liabilities: RM71,252,836.00

Turnover: RM93,534,342.00
Profit before tax: RM3,372,782.00
Profit after tax: RM2,392,807.00

Estimated hidden (undeclared) profits to 2004: (For Malaysia Today’s readers to figure out)

NST Wine Collection

2008-04-25T17:33:00.000-07:00

Syed Faisal Albar (NST CEO) : Bottoms up Kali muttu ... eerrr ... mullah.

Kalimullah Masheerul Hassan (NST Group Editor-in Chief) : Party on dude ...

Did you hear the one about the new road they opened in Sg Long that they put tolls booths to collect money for? This is all fine and legal. The problem occured when the company that built the new road, Grand Saga Sdn Bhd decided to block off alternative routes to force Bandar Sg Long residents to use their road. And when Lion Diversified Holdings Sdn Bhd opened a new township there and built an alternative route, Grand Saga was pissed and want the govt to pay them RM200m as compensation. Who Grand Saga? A crony company?

Work in Speedos

2008-03-02T14:30:00.000-08:00

The last year or so had been so busy for me. I momentarily felt like I was back in KL, working to live and living to work again. What a nightmare that was. It reminded me of why I left the ruthless city in the first place. I had finished my work contract with last employer and decided to take things easy for at least 2 months before I started to look for a new job again. Life was meant to be lived remember? Yes I remember. And live it I was going to. Thoughts of daydreams on my own time and lazy breakfasts’ under the morning sun came to mind and irked scores of smiles and childish laughter that would often puzzle those around me. But did I care? Nay. I was more focused on the idea of being ~~an idol~~ idle for some time and letting my engines cool off while my power goes to idle mode. Sweet as.

After a month of that, I felt so rejuvenated and replenished. My head was light and my thoughts very organized. It was time to start looking around again for things to do to pay for my house and trips back to KL. I had always harboured the thought of starting a business. This seemed the perfect moment to get those plans in motion and experiment. So I spent the next week or so just focusing on things that I thought I could do well and make money at the same time. There weren’t many things on that list but it was a start I thought. Heres my list in no particular order.

1. Open a swingers club to promote swinging.

2. Rent-a-husband service. This is an all in one service that rents out able bodied men to single dependent women to rent for a day to do the lawn, repair the garage, mend fences, take the kids out to the park and do the washing in the nude.

3. Fish tank and pool cleaner for divorced women.

4. Tour guide who specializes on beach tours where women customers are supplied with speedos.

5. Kissing booth?

A Game of Monopoly Anyone?

2007-11-06T20:25:00.000-08:00

A news article on 26/10/07 in Utusan about how electricity tarif would be increased.

Tarif elektrik naik? -- Berikutan harga minyak dan gas melonjak di pasaran global
Oleh Mustafa Kamal Basri dan Amran Ahmad

KUALA LUMPUR 25 Okt. – Kerajaan mungkin tidak mempunyai pilihan, selain menaikkan tarif elektrik di negara ini berikutan kenaikan berterusan harga bahan bakar termasuk minyak dan gas global.

Ketua Pegawai Eksekutif Tenaga Nasional Bhd. (TNB), Datuk Seri Che Khalib Mohamad Noh berkata, TNB kini menanggung kos operasi yang tinggi berikutan kenaikan harga minyak dan gas serta arang batu di pasaran.

‘‘Harga gas yang digunakan oleh TNB pada masa ini tidak mencerminkan harga sebenar komoditi itu di pasaran dan pengguna elektrik tidak boleh lagi mengharapkan kadar tarif dikekalkan,’’ katanya.

Beliau berkata demikian pada sidang akhbar selepas pengumuman keputusan kewangan syarikat utiliti itu bagi tahun kewangan berakhir 31 Ogos 2007 oleh Pengerusi TNB, Tan Sri Leo Moggie di sini hari ini.

Moggie semasa mengumumkan keputusan kewangan TNB itu berkata, syarikat utiliti itu mencatat peningkatan keuntungan sebelum cukai berjumlah RM4.765 bilion bagi tahun kewangan berakhir 31 Ogos 2007 berbanding RM2.756 bilion pada tahun kewangan sebelumnya.

Moggie turut menyatakan bahawa pendapatan firma itu melonjak 14.4 peratus kepada RM23.2 bilion dan ia disumbangkan oleh peningkatan permintaan elektrik dan kenaikan tarif yang dilaksanakan pada 1 Jun 2006.

Che Khalib seterusnya berkata, TNB telah menghantar cadangan kepada kerajaan berhubung kenaikan kadar tarif elektrik dan terpulanglah kepada kerajaan untuk membuat keputusan.

‘‘TNB berpendapat kerajaan tidak mempunyai pilihan (untuk tidak menaikkan kadar tarif berikutan kenaikan harga bahan bakar global) dan kini hanya masa dan peratus kenaikan tarif itu sahaja yang belum diputuskan.

‘‘Adalah tidak praktikal untuk mengekalkan kadar tarif pada masa ini berdasarkan keadaan itu.

‘‘Bagaimanapun, semuanya bergantung kepada keputusan kerajaan,’’ tambah beliau.

Menurutnya, TNB bergantung kepada tiga sumber bahan bakar iaitu minyak dan gas yang kini mengalami lonjakan harga yang ketara dan sumber alternatif ketiga, arang batu yang turut mengalami kenaikan harga.

Che Khalib berkata, pada masa ini, TNB masih mengenakan kadar tarif yang paling murah di rantau ini.

Baru-baru ini, TNB telah meminta kerajaan menghapuskan secara berperingkat-peringkat dalam tempoh 10 tahun kawalan ke atas harga gas asli yang dibekalkan kepada syarikat penjana kuasa.

Kerajaan pada masa itu, tidak membenarkan TNB memindahkan peningkatan harga gas dan menetapkan harga yang boleh dikenakan oleh TNB kepada firma penjana kuasa bebas (IPP) dan beberapa syarikat industri pada paras RM6.40 bagi setiap mmBtu (juta unit Termal British).

Pada masa ini, TNB menggunakan 1.35 bilion kaki padu standard gas setiap hari daripada pembekal tunggalnya, Petronas dan jumlah tersebut tidak pernah ditambah sejak tahun 2002.

Harga gas di pasaran antarabangsa ketika ini adalah sekitar AS$7 (RM24.50) bagi setiap mmBtu dan sebagai perbandingan kepada pasaran semasa, Petronas menanggung subsidi sebanyak RM18.10 bagi setiap mmBtu.

Sebelum ini, Petronas bercadang untuk menaikkan harga gas dan Jawatankuasa Kabinet Mengenai Tenaga yang dipengerusikan oleh Perdana Menteri, Datuk Seri Abdullah Ahmad Badawi baru-baru ini telah memutuskan bahawa tidak ada kenaikan harga gas buat masa ini.

Che Khalib berkata, TNB bernasib baik kerana telah menambat harga arang batu kepada AS$50 atau RM167.75 setan sehingga tahun depan walaupun harga semasa bagi bahan bakar tersebut ialah AS$70 (RM234.82) setan pada masa sekarang.

Sementara itu, ketika ditanya mengenai strategi penstrukturan semula hutang TNB, Che Khalib berkata, pihaknya merancang untuk menyusun semula hutangnya dengan Kumpulan Wang Simpanan Pekerja (KWSP) yang berjumlah RM2.8 bilion.

Secara asasnya, TNB mahu memanjangkan tempoh pembayaran pinjaman dengan KWSP sehingga tambahan lima tahun lagi dan setakat ini, kedua-dua pihak telah bersetuju mengenai perkara tersebut dan akan membuat pengumuman mengenainya tidak lama lagi.

TNB disenaraikan sebagai firma peminjam terbesar di negara ini dengan hutang berjumlah RM24 bilion setakat akhir tahun kewangan yang lalu.

A news article also on 26/10/07 in Utusan about how TNB makes RM4bil bucks a year charging you and me for electricity.

Untung TNB meningkat kepada RM4.765 bilion
Oleh MUSTAFA KAMAL BASRI

KUALA LUMPUR 25 Okt. – Tenaga Nasional Bhd. (TNB) mencatat peningkatan keuntungan sebelum cukai berjumlah RM4.765 bilion bagi tahun kewangan berakhir 31 Ogos 2007 berbanding RM2.756 bilion pada tahun kewangan sebelumnya.

Pengerusi TNB Tan Sri Leo Moggie ketika mengumumkan keputusan kewangan tahunan syarikat utiliti itu, di sini hari ini berkata, peningkatan keuntungan itu disumbangkan oleh tarif elektrik yang lebih tinggi serta peningkatan permintaan untuk tenaga.

Beliau berkata, pendapatan TNB pula meningkat sebanyak 14.4 peratus kepada RM23.32 bilion daripada RM20.384 bilion.

Tarif elektrik disemak semula pada 1 Jun tahun lalu.

Prestasi yang memberangsangkan itu disumbangkan oleh peningkatan pendapatan kumpulan sebanyak 14.4 peratus berikutan kenaikan dalam permintaan elektrik sebanyak 5.3 peratus, katanya.

Beliau berkata, keuntungan bersih meningkat kepada RM3.6 bilion sebelum tukaran asing, manakala perbelanjaan modal pula berjumlah RM5.2 bilion dalam tempoh tersebut.

Menurutnya, Semenanjung Malaysia yang menyumbang 92 peratus jualan bekalan elektrik kumpulan itu, merekodkan pertumbuhan sebanyak 5.5 peratus, manakala Sabah Electricity Sdn. Bhd. merekodkan peningkatan 13.6 peratus.

‘‘Perbelanjaan operasi, bagaimanapun meningkat sebanyak 8.6 peratus berbanding 4.4 peratus pada tahun sebelumnya.

‘‘ Kos operasi yang meningkat itu disumbangkan oleh pembayaran kapasiti tambahan pada tahun kewangan tersebut dengan bermulanya Unit 1 dan 2 projek janakuasa Tanjung Bin di Johor serta peruntukan yang lebih tinggi sebanyak RM667.5 juta bagi tujuan kebajikan kakitangan,’’ katanya.

Moggie berkata, pelaksanaan program pengurusan tanggungan hutang dan faedah pengukuhan ringgit, kumpulan mencatat pengurangan 11.4 peratus dalam jumlah hutang daripada RM27.1 bilion kepada RM24.0 bilion.

Beliau berkata, lembaga pengarah TNB juga mencadangkan dividen kasar akhir bagi tahun yang baru berakhir sebanyak 16.3 sen sesaham, katanya.

Mengenai prestasi kewangan kumpulan itu, katanya, ia dijangka rendah berbanding 2007 memandangkan margin operasi akan berkurangan ekoran kenaikan harga minyak serta pembayaran kapasiti yang lebih tinggi kepada Pengeluar Tenaga Bebas (IPP).

So what if the price of crude oil is has increased to USD$89 per barrel. TNB still has RM3.9999bil of pre-tax profits to buy KJ another investment company, to buy tengku adnan more judges, to pay for Scomi's oil explorations excersizes, to pay maintenence for Razak's other mongolian gfs, to buy bankers, voters, entire Election comission, ACA ..etc report.

I don't think its fair to pass on costs from hike in fuel prices to ordinary, I-make-ends-meet, average income earners in the country, when TNB makes a killing as a private corp. Anyone interested in a game of monopoly?

Years of Practice

2007-10-30T15:42:00.000-07:00

Having scoured through the employment webpages recently a particular job posting caught my eye. It was a posting for a role at a local software company with a solid overseas market for its product. Swell I thought and clicked on the job link. Another page opened with a rather descriptive summary of the role, the requirements and comfensation package. This is it I thought. Filling in the online application form, thoughts of my last job crept up and flooded my thoughts. I thought of the brilliant people I worked with, the exciting projects I handled and the georgeous women whose tongue wagged as I presented my weekly steering comittee updates.

I clicked the submit button as soon as I completed the form and looked around the room as I recited a small prayer while my application gets uploaded. The next couple of days I worked on the lawn and got my car tax discs done, completely forgetting about my application submitted just a couple of days earlier.

As I was brewing some tea in the kitchen, when the phone rang as loud as it usually does. I swiftly moved across the kitchen floor like Helio with Julliane in her skimpy minis in his arms to grab the phone, worrying that it was an emegrgency or something of a serious nature.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hi, this is Grethcen from SinoSoft Corp. We'd like you to come for an interview at our HQ on Monday. Would this be ok?" a scanty voice on the other end replied.

"Fantastic. I'll see you then." I finally concluded the conversation and smilling as I did that.

Well what do you know. They want to see me. Good stuff. I dunked my tea, stripped naked and headed for the shower, walking casually across the kitchen again past its big uncurtained windows in a vouyeristic gesture to flash some for my sexually curious desperate housewife neighbour whom I had often caught peering through her bedroom window and often in a topless state in just her knickers.

After 2 years of living here, I have gotten used to greeting Laurie, my sexy 40 yo neighbour whose husband is an oil platform engineer and is often not home. This is probably why Laurie often sunbathes topless in her yard which is clearly visible from my bedroom window. On warm summer days, she would walk in the yard in the afternoon in her 2 piece bikini and as soon as she notices me looking from the bedroom window, she starts peeling her bikini top like a stripper does and massages her nipples before starting to read her book on the sub deck. Sometimes when her husband is home, they sun bathe together and often end up making out in discreet positions that hide actual penetration. Skillfully done. The art of discreet passion. Years of practice I can tell.

The Rulers and Legalized Gambling

2007-10-24T20:41:00.000-07:00

I was just minding my own business and googling genting when I came across this rather ancient but worrying article. Can anyone out there verify whether theres any truth in this?

UMNO dan kegiatan judi
09-08-2003

Bukit Tinggi Resort Berhad

Bukit Tinggi Resort Berhad merupakan syarikat yang dimiliki oleh Tan Sri Vincent Tan yang dikenali rapat dengan Perdana Menteri, Datuk Seri Dr. Mahathir Mohamad.

Bukit Tinggi yang mula beroperasi sejak tahun..adalah merupakan ilham Dr. Mahathir seperti yang pernah dijelaskan oleh pengurus Besar Bukit Tinggi, Teh Ming Wah dalam satu wawancara dengan The New Paper Singapura tidak lama dulu.

Operasi judi melalui mesin slot di Bukit Tinggi mula dijalankan apabila Kementerian Kewangan yang diketuai oleh Dr. Mahathir sebagai Menteri 1 dan Datuk Dr. Jamaluddin Jarjis sebagai Menteri 2 meluluskan lessen judi mesin slot berkenaan.

Ini menjadikan Menteri yang datangnnya dari Umno memberikan kelulusan lessen judi.

Menambah jelaskan lagi penglibatan Umno di dalam kegiatan judi di Bukit Tinggi ialah apabila terbongkar pegangan saham Pengerusi Perhubungan Umno Wi;ayah Persekutuan yang juga Setiausaha Kerja Umno, Tengku Adnan Tengku Mansor di dalam syarikat berkenaan.

Ini menjadikan adanya pemimpin Umno yang punya pengangan langsung di dalam syarikat yang menjalankan aktiviti perjudian tersebut.

Sekalipun Tengku Adnan menyatakan bahawa beliau telah menjual saham Bukit Tinggi dua tahun lalu, hakikatnya, laporan tahunan PASDEC Holdings Berhad, satu lagi syarikat yang memiliki saham Bukit Tinggi kepada Bursa Saham Kuala Lumpur (BSKL) masih menyatakan pegangan Tengku Adnan.

Begitu juga halnya dengan PASDEC, sebuah anak syarikat kerajaan negeri Pahang yang diketuai oleh Menteri Besarnya Datuk Seri Adnan Yaakob yang juga Pengerusi Perhubungan Umno Pahang.

Walaupun PASDEC telah menjual saham Bukit Tinggi tetapi ia hanya dilakukan pada 27 Mei 2003 yang lalu setelah pendedahan dibuat oleh Seruan Keadilan dan bercanggah dengan kenyataan Adnan bahawa PASDEC telah menjual saham tersebut dua tahun lalu.

Berdasarkan senario ini apa yang dapat disimpulkan penglibatan Umno baik melalui kuasa menteri, pegangan saham menteri dan pegangan saham syarikat kerajaan negeri amat jelas sekali.
Sebab itu tidak salah jika ada yang berpandangan Umno amat berkait rapat dengan aktiviti judi di negara ini.

Umno tiada hak bicara soal agama dan moral

Penglibatan Tengku Adnan Tengku Adnan Tengku Mansor di dalam pemilikan saham syarikat perjudian menghapuskan hak Umno untuk berbicara tentang pendaulatan agama dan moral.

Selaku Pengerusi Umno Wilayah Persekutuan dan Setiausaha Kerja Umno Malaysia, Tengku Adnan adalah lambang pemimpin Umno dan sekaligus menjadi lambang perjuangan parti berkenaan.
Sebagai tonggak parti dan selaku pemimpin, penglibatan Tengku Adnan memberikan tafsiran bahawa Umno tidak punya halangan sekiranya pemimpin parti itu turut terlibat di dalam menganjurkan syarikat perjudian.

Umno tidak boleh menyatakan bahawa pegangan saham syarikat judi oleh Tengku Adnan tidak punya kaitan dengan parti itu kerana sebelum melantik pemimpin apakah Umno tidak memriksa latarbelakang seseorang.

Dalam hal Pengarah Penguatkuasa Majlis Perbandaran Ampang Jaya umpamanya, Kapt (B) Abdul Kudus Ahmad dipecat kerana tidak mengisytiharkan status muflisnya dan pemimpin kerajaan baik menteri mahupun pemimpin Umno menuntut tindakan tegas diambil.

Malah Kudus diibaratkan menjejaskan nama baik MPAJ.

Hal sama sepatutnya terpakai dalam isu Tengku Adnan. Apakah Umno tidak memeriksa latarbelakang seseorang itu sebelum dilantik menjadi Pengerusi Perhubungan Negeri dan Setiausaha Kerja.

Bagaimana Umno yang mendakwa dalam fasal tujuan penubuhannya untuk mengembang dan mempertahankan kesucian Islam boleh membiarkan seorang pemimpin dilantik sekalipun diketahui memiliki saham syarikat perjudian.

Penglibatan Tengku Adnan dalam sayarikat judi bukanlah sesuatu yang baru seperti pemilikan saham dalam Bukit Tinggi Resort Berhad yang memperolehi lessen judi mesin slot tetapi jauh sebelum itu sehingga kini beliau masih memegang saham dalam Berjaya Group Berhad yang memiliki Sports Toto Malaysia.

Mana mungkin Umno boleh berbicara soal mendaulatkan Islam jika pemimpinnya sendiri terlibat dengan syarikat yang menganjurkan perjudian.

Apa mungkin Umno berbicara soal membela nasib bangsa jika pemimpinnya mendapat keuntungan daripada syarikat judi yang terbukti membawa lebih banyak kerosakan kepada masyarakat.
Bagaimana mungkin Umno boleh berbicara soal membela negara jika pemimpinnnya sendiri terlibat dengan menganjurkan perjudian yang prinsip penjudi ialah sanggup menggadai apa sahaja asalkan mendapat keuntungan.

Dengan sebab itu, Umno sudah hilang hak dan kewibawaan untuk berbicara soal membela agama, banga dan negara.

Bagaimana Umno hendak menjustifikasikan mereka mempertahankan kod kedaulatan agama dan moral jika pada masa yang sama pemimpinnya begelumang dengan kegiatan tersebut.

Malah dalam kes Tengku Adnan, penglibatan beliau di dalam syarikat perjudian sejak sekian lama menimbulkan keraguan melampaui soal integriti dan kewibawaan.

Sebagai contoh dalam konteks Umno Wilayah Persekutuan yang diketahui punya sumber dana yang melimpah dan mewah, apakah tidak mungkin dana berkenaan datangnya daripada kantong aktiviti perjudian melalui pegangan saham Pengerusi Umno Wilayah.

Dana itu pula ada yang disalurkan melalui program kebajikan yag sering digunakan oleh Umno sebagai sogokan dan ugutan kepada rakyat miskin. Apakah rakyat miskin diberikan bantuan melalui hasil wang perjudian.

Sebab itu aktiviti judi lebih membawa kepada keburukkan dan Umno membiarkan keburukkan ini dikendalikan oleh pemimpinnya.

Sehubungan itu sudah tiba masanya ahli-ahli Umno Wilayah khususnya dan rakyat amnya mempersoalkan mengenai dana yang dibawa oleh tokoh seperti ini.

Umno dan Sports Toto

Sports Toto Malaysia diasaskan pada tahun 1969 dengan nama asal syarikat berkenaan ialah Unilite Electrical Industries Berhad. Setelah itu pada tahun 1987 ia ditukar nama kepada Far East Asset Berhad dan dalam penstrukturan semula pada tahun 1992, ia diambil alih oleh Berjaya dan dikenali sebagai Berjaya Sports Toto Berhad.
Sehingga kini Sports Toto mempunyai 681 kedai judi di seluruh negara dan mempunyai dua syarikat perjudian di luar negara iaitu Philippines Berjaya Toto dan pada tahun 1997 membantu kerajaan Ghana menyusun kegiatan loteri di negara berkenaan.

Syarikat ini adalah merupakan anak syarikat milik penuh Berjaya Group Berhad yang dimiliki oleh Tan Sri Vincent Tan, kroni yang rapat dengan Perdana Menteri, Datuk Seri Dr. Mahathir Mohamad.

Berdasarkan carian yang dibuat Pengerusi Perhubungan Umno Wilayah yang juga Setiausaha Kerja Umno Malaysia, Tengku Adnan Tengku Mansor masih memegang saham di dalam Berjaya Group Berhad yang memiliki Sports Toto.

Pegangan Tengku Adnan sebanyak 3.5 juta saham dibuat melalui Cimsec Nominees.

Ini menjadikan Tengku Adnan `mewakili Umno di dalam syarikat perjudian Sports Toto melalui pegangan saham Berjaya Group Berhad.

Selain itu, Sports Toto Malaysia juga mempunyai dua pengarah yang merupakan bekas pegawai kanan Polis Diraja Malaysia yang kebetulan orang Melayu dan beragama Islam. Mereka ialah Tan Sri Jaafar Abdul dan Mohamed Saleh Gomu.

Selain dua bekas pegawai kanan polis tersebut, antara muka Melayu yang menjadi pengarah syarikat di bawah kumpulan Berjaya yang turut memiliki saham dalam Sports Toto Malaysia ialah Datuk Annuar Zaini dan Datuk Sulaiman Mohd Noor yang menjadi pengarah Berjaya Group Berhad yang memiliki 292,336,584 saham di dalam Sports Toto.

Manakala dua lagi pengarah Melayu iaitu Datuk Adnan Shuaib dan Arsam Damis masing-masing menjadi pengarah Berjaya Land Berhad yang memiliki 284,644,046 saham di dalam Sports Toto.

Daripada carta ini jelas Umno punya `wakil dalam syarikat judi dan bekas polis turut `melindungi kegiatan judi berkenaan.

Umno dan Genting

Genting Berhad yang merupakan pengendali kasino terbesar di Asia Tenggara diasaskan pada 30 Julai 1968.

Tiga tahun selepas ditubuhkan iaitu pada 28 Disember 1971, Genting Highlands Hotel Sdn. Bhd telah disenaraikan di Bursa Saham Kuala Lumpur (BSKL) dan pada tahun 1978 dikenali sebagai Genting Highlands Hotel Berhad.

Setelah itu namanya dikenali sebagai Genting Berhad dan menjadi pusat perjudian terbesar di rantau ini.

Di bawah bendera Genting, dua syarikat utamanya ialah Resort World Berhad dan Genting Berhad.
Penglibatan Umno dalam syarikat perjudian ini telah berlangsung dan warisannya masih kekal sehingga ke hari ini.

Umno melalui bekas Pengerusinya, Tan Sri Noah Omar yang kini dikendalikan oleh Yayasan Noah memiliki 602,318,000 saham di dalam Resorts World Berhad yang mengendalikan perniagaan judi dalam dan luar negara termasuk di atas kapal peranginan.

Manakala sebanyak 3,334,600 saham Genting Berhad dipegang oleh Yayasan Noah yang mana syarikat berkenanaan merupakan syarikat pegangan ekuiti perniagaan judi dan kasino.

Yayasan Noah kini diwarisi oleh Naib Presiden Umno, Datuk Seri Najib Tun Razak dan Ketua Pemuda Umno, Datuk Hishamuddin Tun Hussein yang kedua-duanya adalah cucu kepada Tan Sri Noah.
Selain itu beberapa tokoh Melayu turut menjadi pengarah Resort World Berhad dan Genting Berhad.

Antaranya ialah bekas Ketua Polis Negara, Tun Hanif Omar, bekas Timbalan Ketua Polis Negara, Tan Sri Amin Osman dan bekas pegawai bank, Datuk Paduka Nik Hashim Yusof yang menjadi Pengarah Genting Berhad.

Manakala bekas Ketua Setiausaha Kementerian Dalam Negeri, Tan Sri Wan Sidek Wan Abdul Rahman dan bekas Ketua Pengarah Jabatan Perkhidmatan Awam, Tan Sri Alwi Jantan merupakan Pengarah Resorts World Berhad.

Ini memperlihatkan penglibatan Umno dalam aktiviti perjudian sudah bertaut sejak dulu lagi malah kini diwarisi oleh generasi kepimpinan muda dalam Umno.

Umno dan Magnum 4D

Magnum 4D Berhad sebelum ini dikenali sebagai Leisure Management Berhad. Ia kadang kala lebih popular di kalangan kaki ekor sebagai tempat pelaburan.

Magnum 4D mempunyai lapan wilayah Magnum 4D Sdn Bhd iaitu Magnum 4D Selangor, Perak, Penang, Negeri Sembilan, Melaka, Johor, Pantai Timur dan Malaysia Timur. Semua Magnum 4D wilayah ini menjadi anak syarikat Magnum 4D Berhad.

Syarikat ini mempunyai kepentingan tidak langsung Menteri Kewangan Diperbadankan. Ini berikutan pegangan saham Menteri Kewangan Diperbadankan melalui dua syarikat yang memegang saham di dalam magnum 4D.

Pertamanya ialah Multipurpose Berhad yang menyaksikan pegangan 7,723,285 saham oleh Menteri Kewangan Diperbadankan di dalam syarikat itu dan Multipurpose pula memiliki 461,473,178 saham di dalam Magnum dan 60,502,000 saham dalam 4D.

Ini menjadikan menteri Kewangan Diperbadankan mempunyai pegangan tidak langsung melalui Multipurpose di dalam `pusat pelaburan mingguan tersebut.

Keduanya, Menteri Kewangan Diperbadankan mempunyai saham di dalam Kamunting Corporation Berhad iaitu sebanyak 3,055,069 saham. Manakala Kamunting yang pengerusinya ialah bekas Exco Pemuda Umno, Datuk Haji Mohamed Al-Amin Majid memiliki 1,900,000 saham di dalam 4D.

Ini menjadikan lingkaran pegangan tidak langsung Menteri Kewangan Diperbadankan di dalam sayarikat judi dibuat melalui pegangan dua syarikat.

Menyentuh mengenai Magnum 4D Berhad, nama yag tidak boleh dipisahkan ialah Tan Sri Khir Johari yang merupakan pengarah syarikat itu. Beliau yang juga bekas Setiausaha Agung Umno memiliki 40,843 saham di dalam Magnum dan 6,666 saham di dalam 4D.

Lebih memeranjatkan bekas Peguam Negara yang kini Pengerusi Suruhanjaya Hak Asasi Manusia (Suhakam) turut memiliki saham dalam 4D dengan pegangan sebanyak 1,666,666 saham.

Di samping itu Nor Anita Abu Talib dipercayai anak Abu Talib turut memiliki saham syarikat perjudian berkenaan iaitu sebanyak 680,334 saham.
Lingkaran dan putaran pemilikan saham syarikat perjudian ini menjadikan pemerintah Umno sebagai penggalak kepada aktiviti `pelaburan mingguan bursa empat nombor ekor atau singkatnya BENE.

Abstracts from http://www.umno-reform.com

Selamat Hari Raya

2007-10-11T14:08:00.000-07:00

Although I haven't really been writing for the last year or so, I do drop by this blog once in a while to check the comments (even if there aren't any). For all my readers (have beens and still are), I would like to wish you all a joyous Hari Raya. Just remember to send me your raya money packets.

For those who are interested below is a snapshot update of my last year.
Went for a holiday in KL.
Decided to start a business, so developed a prototype, business plan, registered company and started pre-sales work.
No sales yet after 3 months.
I'm going to let this one sit for a while. I can do something else while this sits, can I?
Decided to go back to work.
So applied for jobs.
No job yet after 1 month for job searching.
But over here, you can survive even without a job.

It'll Grow on you

2007-08-02T22:14:00.000-07:00

Theres something about Misha Omar that I've always liked, and that is her warm mesmerizing voice that calls to you like the calling of an older chick you just picked up at Zita Bar last nite, whose starked naked and lying on your bed, all smooth and untrimmed whose kids are probably sleeping at ex-husband's tonight.

If you don't dig the song, just give it some time and it'll grow on you I tell ya.

Hello everyone!

Hi, Hows it been?

2006-12-27T14:51:00.000-08:00

I know, its been a while since I last posted. Back then the king of soul, Mr James Brown was still alive. A lot has happened since. Some good, some not so good. For starters I'm at a new job now. Cooler than the last. Got a payout from my last job as the company wasn't doing too well and the manager that hated my guts was complaining about me every chance he got. He was a m*%#$^f*^&ng prick who didn't like any development work done that strayed from his style of work as the product was his baby and was part of his Uni masters thesis 4 years ago. Since I was the only developer that worked with him for the sole company's product, the c*cksucker was always on my back about petty things like style of coding and little subtle mistakes I made aong the way. Typical small company attitude. But they gave me a 3 month severance and that was it. So I flew out and chilled for the 2 months I was out. It really felt like I was let out of prison and air never tasted so good. Then a multinational recruited me and here I am. Better work and pay thank god.

Below are 5 things that are on my mind now.

1. As Ethiopian troops enter soverign Somalia, I am disturbed by the level of involvement that Ethiopia backed by the US, is trying to exert on Somalia and her people. The interim Ethiopia-US backed govt had recently lost the elections and was thrown out through an elected process, hence Ethiopian interest in Somalia was the main cause of this foolish attack. Another US backed regime I guess. Dumb and dumber?

2. Maria Bello's bare butt crack and how good they smell in my ~~pants~~ hands. I love how real her cellulate infested bum looks and how at 35 she looks like a typical bare bum I would date at my age. Her bum looks more recognizable to me now as apposed to tight perky bums 15 years younger I used to date a decade ago.

3. Before starting the job with my current employer, I had applied for a job in KL and sat for a teleconference interview they conducted recently. Good company and generous dosh as well. Now if they do offer me a position, it would probably be something that I would want to persue. Being here for the last 4 years, I can't forsee myself growing old here. Home is where I want to eventually be. Theres so many things I want to do and experience before I kick the bucket. But a good job would definately be something that I would need before making a bold move back to KL.

4. The m'sian govt recently lifted the ban on foreigners to buy property in m'sia. This was seen as a bold move to help the property developers like Sunway, Gamuda, Tan & Tan who are already rich, become richer. Theres no doubt that key govt figures have a vying interest and dependant finacial stake in the well being of these blood suckers. So by allowing ~~singaporeans~~ foreigners buy local property, developers become richer and cost of houses spiral up making it a no go for aspiring buyers like me to buy ay? Instead of looking after the developers ineterests buy opening up the housing market for them, shouldn't the govt be looking after its citizen's interest by investigating why house prices are so ridiculously expensive when the income per capita does not permit spending of these proportions. The whole economy of scale just doesn't make sense to me. I'm not paying RM450k for a terrace house just because we need to compete with foreigners to buy local houses. What were they thinking ay?

5. Is the drop-dead chick sitting cross-legged in front of me in the red minis with smooth shaven legs and strech marks really not wearing any knickers? Wonder how she would feel about bite marks on her bum?

The last 1 year had been totally insane for me. I'd been up, down, sideways and washed ashore again. If theres anyone still reading this post, do write to tell me what you tarts have been up to.

Lets Party Shall We?

2006-09-04T19:41:00.000-07:00

One of my office mates threw a party for his young wife yesterday, to celebrate her new promotion as manager. I came quite late after spending eternity trying to get parking in the area. It was the weekend and office mate's house was right in the city, where parking near impossible. When i got there, the front door was wide open so i casually walked in where i was greeted by office mate and a warm peck by his teenage looking wife. She looks 20 although my friend tells me she 27. Some chicks look really young i've noticed, barely legal. But for now, i'm into more matured ladies. Looking around me I found that a room full of people i hardly know. Some of them work with me, but another 70% i don't recognize. Must be teenage wife's friends i reckon.

Office mate did quite a job in organizing everything. Right down to the fine selection wines servered. Pity i don't drink, but the food was of exceptional quality and confensated me well for not being able to drink. So I grabbed a pine tart and a glass of fruit water to drink before i joined in talking with the software manager who was discussing the finer points of his next holidays to australia. The sheila's are finner down there according to manager. I wouldn't know, the last i was in aussie was during a connecting flight at the airport in a room full of kiwis on transit. I remembered the security being really tight and that i had to take of my shoes going through the metal detector. A lady on my flight got body searched as one of the officers noticed her adjusting her heavy bra and thought she was hiding something. I mean for god's sakes ....

Then suddenly i felt a soft nudge on my arm and it turned to see office mate who wanted me over where he stood with the wife to introduce me to a friend of theirs who lived near where i now live. To my delight, the introduction was to this cute chick who I had been eyeing on since the beginning of the evening. She was a brunette dressed in a body hugging sleeveless top with a large opening showing off her fine cleavage. She had on thin cream coloured pants that showed her rear bum that came off the g-string she wore that nite. Sweet as. She was an aussie but had lived here for the last 6 years. The fact that she was older didn't seemto matter as her tanned skin glowed radiantly like the hot chicks you see on adam n eve softp0rn flicks, that u can't believe would get down with getting naked on camera. She looked hot and lived just a couple km away from my place. And we were having such a fantastic first conversation -- I was putting on all my charms and everything -- until the following topic came up:

fade : so how do u know office mate?

hot chick : we worked together for a year in a company downtown a couple of years ago.

fade : Oh, so that company from his last job? The one that deals with telephones?

hot chick : Oh, no the company after that. They dealt with accounting software for electric companies.

fade : Oh, ok.

hot chick : but we stayed in contact .... and my husband is good friend of his as well...

fade : [crap]

Just then, the actual husband showed up. I was obviously too flustered to hear anything else he said after that and slowly excused myself away. Is it ironic? Don't you think?

What do you think of my chat up line below?
I have seen some beautiful things in this world. Mountain tops with snow, rainfall landing on a lake. I've seen rainbows come and go, after a long cool rain. Many of orange sunsets, from a window seat of an antique train. A waterfall in a clear lake, the vines growing at their delight. Never knowing the difference, Between the dark and night. Footsteps in the sand, I have made a few. Of all the earth's beautiful things, None have a beauty such as YOU.

God's Work

2006-09-04T14:31:00.000-07:00

Steve 'The Croc Hunter Irwin' R.I.P 1962-2006

He was probably the best known OZzie of our time, and a personal favourite of mine I'd have to say. Seen by milions across the world and recognized by just about every kid on the planet, his credentials and assosiation with wild animals must have left a lasting impression of him on all of us. His delicate handling of animals and the way he speaks to them in thick Ozzie accent, was what my Saturday afternoons were all about. Me and probably a couple of million other people.

Steve was idolized by kids and grownups alike for his passion for wild animals and his sureal approach in caring for them as if they were humans with needs and emotions. We would all remember him as the OZzie bloke, who in his cream khakhi coloured pants and short sleeved shirt, would wrestle crocs and hold up snakes while talking to them as if they were mates having a crack over a barbie. Hes taught us that if we handled animals with pride and habitual love, we could comfortably coexist with them and make ours a better world to live in. He believed in this. He lived by it. He also died by it, it seemed.

Steve .... thank you for appearing in my living room every saturday afternoon at 4, and showing me that animals are indeed precious creatures that should be treated with love and respect. The same way you would another human being. Thank you for making me a better person. You are indeed the lucky few, who've been immortalized by the work that you've done and the footprints that you've left behind. Now that you're gone, your work and conservation for animals live on through your family and friends. If not through the millions of people on the planet, to whom you have taught and touched every saturday afternoon.

Steve Irwin died of a heart attack yesterday, after he was stung by a stingray off the coast of Queensland while filming an underwater documentary. It is said that this was probably only the 4th recorded death caused by a stingray. You'd have to be stung at exactly the right spot on the chest, like Irwin was to have caused a mucsle spasm which led to the heart attack. What are the chances of that happening? For a guy thats handled hundreds of crocodiles, snakes and other poisonous relics, to have lost it to a stingray was most definately god's work.

My Secret is out

2006-08-27T19:31:00.000-07:00

From the minute I turned the telly on, my eyes were instantly transfixed on her. Transfixed on those bossoms, the well curved hips, the way she walks, the german accent and her facial nubility when she talks about her body, her breasts, flauting it as if it were toys that men like me could hold, play with and nibble on. Of all the wonderfully beautifull things on TV these days, heidi's bare bottom come out as the top 10 things I would most like to tongue. Is it me, or did you too notice those hips sway when she walked, as if she were completely and utterly unclothed, virginal red in those sensitive valleys and firm on those beautifully curved tight hills.

Saying this I can actually recall some MAS stewardess friends of mine who were actually just as hot. They would come home in a pair of tight kebayas and you could almost hear their naked bodies scream from underneath their body huging clothes, wanting to come out to play in the bare. And a couple of times they did come out to play, most of the time in the back seat of my trusted mazda capella. During those times, we'd club crawl around town and end up at the club-that-closes-at-six, usually tired but horny and doing things that I shall not describe in a family orientated site like this. These chicks can after all jump out of their airline issued kebayas faster than you can say "Is it too large for you?".

Watching her telly show for 30 mins was enough to engrain a permanent image of her in the corners of my mind, with filthy thoughts of sweaty acts of love. Some decent, others not. Passionate lourne I might add. Its funny how the mind works, in defining beauty doesn't it? Discreet intimate clothing is another definte turn on, for most boys I would imagine. Hence victoria secrets didn't really get rich by capitalizing sales to women, but more for them men i believe. After all it is men, that ladies would dress up for.

Having been to a traditional boys school, I know of a number of minds with curious but definate inclinations for transexuals. Now we aren't talking about school boys curiousity for the birds and the bees here. These are fully grown men, with families and powerfull careers in banking and the government. Some are even political representaties for constitiencies. These men may be different in careers, but the one thing that they share in common, is their love for illicit and intimate relations with transexuals whom they pick up in lobbies of hotels or arranged appointments through contacts.

One fine example is a sick childhood friend called praba ganesan. Having known him in my early teens when we would catch the same bus back from school together, i hve always noticed his inclinations for intimacy of the bizzare when he started asking for phone numbers from drag queens while all the other kids got phone numbers from CBN or BBGS chicks. He was just feeding his lust for these not-so-female legs for hire, well into his early adulthood i heard. In fact there are stories that he would occasionally cross dress to fill whatever empty lorve he longs for. It gives me shivers to think that this weirdo is now climbing up the ranks of Promuda and wants to lead the country sometime in the future. Please google him if you are concerned.

But the most common intimate tendencies displayed at school was the one for pure, unadulterated, hot blooded fascination for the bare anotomy of a woman. This drive for promiscuios fun with a woman's perky well shaped breasts, or her firmed smooth buttocks and lazy sexy eyes was, I have to admit nurtured at school by the simple lack of exposure to things of this sort, while feeding it with the occasional illegal VHS p0rno flicks, watched with friends at home while the parents were out, skyving during school hours. It was fun, but also dangerous to feed such an obsession and groom it until it becomes a frankenstien and consumes its creator and families. As a result, a lot of my school friends have broken marriages from illicit affairs that they were guilty off, most of the time.

Having watched Bravo TV's Project Runaway, one cannot dismiss the sensuality in heidi presenting in pre natal clothes. You have to admit that even in pre natal bulges, she does look hot. News is that she and husband singer Seal are expecting kid no.3. I know a lot of babes that look sexy in pre natal state. A few years a go I had the previlage for working with a chick who was at the later stage of pregnancy. The strange thing was that the more later in pregnancy she was, the hotter this chick became. The skin became more radiant, her smile more genuine, her boobs juicier. She became so hot that I was constantly distracted with images of her showering in the bare with me after which I help her with her 'lamax' excersizes with our clothes on the floor. It was a tough time for me, as I was turned on by everything preggie. I even invited her over to my place after work a few times, but she dismissed my come on as an act of being nice to a preggie friend. I soon lost all intimate interest after she gave birth and lost her juicy boobs and radiant smile. Have pity on me for I am not a deprived fiend, but a mortal guilty of lorve for physical intimacy of the unusual kind.

I have to admit, that my most favourite heidi klum walk was the one she did for victoria secrets. There now my secret is out.

Ohh btw, did you hear about the pussy cat dolls wardrobe malfunction?

The Day Time Stood Still for us

2006-08-20T19:01:00.000-07:00

The summer months were always a time for short holidays and relaxing moments, for us. The long warm nites were always good for impromtu sweaty acts of passion in the shower, after which mila and I would wash ourselves, scrubbing dutifully but gently in each other's secret gardens where the grass grows and the fruits are watery and tasty. Being absorbed completely by her fine flawless skin, her warm graspy breasts, her firm volupcious curves and her sincere shy smile, i am always a sucker for her perfectly shapped bussoms. Night and tight, my hands just loved grabbing them while she soaps me under the frigid shower. The tightness of her firm buttocks hardens me all over again, like a virgin blushing away as his clothes are torn open by a lusty 40 yo widow.

But this time it is a bit different. Mila had a ring on her wedding finger. She was someone else's wife. Those fine hands that were until a minute ago, gently soaping my 'trunk', were probably soaping somebody else's 'oak' a week ago. Those red lips that were kissing mine, where probably kissing some other lips a week ago. She belonged to another, and although her body was mine to taste, to kiss and to enjoy, her heart, mind and soul sadly belonged to another. For another fiery night, she would be mine once again, where she would remember her husband no more. At least for these 40 minutes we were together.

Ironic as it may seem, Mila didn't mind being shared as long as this little secret of ours remained hidden from her husband and child. I was initially disgusted, angry and dissapointed, but her reddish hardened nipples and the way they tack and re-harden when i took her top off, made me forget the sins for 'taking' a married woman through her g-string undies and making her scream my name while curling a satisfying smile as I mouth her nipples while holding on to her firm buttocks. I knew of the sin, and am sure she knew of it too. But care? I don't think she did.

About 6 years ago due to inconcilable differences, we wished each other luck and parted to our own seperate ways. She was strong headed and determined to show me that life was still a big party without me in it. She had countless romances with men she thought she loved and thought loved her, over the years her friends tell me that she never found love, nor did love find her.

Her friends remained my friends, despite the breakup and continued to update me on who she was seeing and her state of mind from time to time. Not that I really cared, but it was good to hear news of her I admit. I kept telling them that I cherished my time with her and cared for her still, but love was no longer there. I was confident that she felt the same. Then sometime in the month of october 2003, news came to me that she had gotten married to a man with substantial wealth. She was never a sucker for money and I felt good that she was moving to a more stable life with marriage and commitments. I felt good and was told she did too.

Then in 2005 in the early morning of June, I bumped into her in an elevator in the Amanah Capital building in town. She looked as radiant as ever. Her hair was nicely done, her cheeks red from either too much estee lauder or pure happiness. She wore a tight but decent business suit that revealed her tight bum and athletic breasts through the 2 unbuttoned opening to the shirt she was wearing with her business suit. While we were together, she always had the habbit of not wearing a bra and prefered her smallish boobs to hang naked which sometimes made her nipples erect and show through her top, which she found rather fashionably sexy. Just thingking about how her naked boobs used to hang, almost made me cup for them as she readjusted her top after noticing my eyes transfixed on them. "Please ... I'm a married woman now remember" she laughingly told me off as I momentarily took my eyes off her twins for a brief moment. I kept reminding myself that it was almost 6 years ago.

She still had a good figure after 1 child and we briefly chatted as the elevator took me up to the 29th floor. By the 12th floor, everybody had exited the express lift leaving just the both of us all the way up to the 29th and 37th floor respectively. Talking to her in the elevator made me want to kiss her like before, stroke her in her private places again and hear her say how much she wanted more of it. Sweet memories came gushing back as I eyeballed her lips and eyes. She had noticed my smile and sensed my excitement, as she had always done before. As we reached the 29th floor, I concluded the conversation and we both hugged before parting. By then I was quite hard and made no attempt at hiding it as our bodies embraced for the hug. She laughed and shrugged me between the legs saying that it was 'just like old times'. I laughed back but struggled to keep my composure and lust for her naked hips underneath those exspensive clothes she wore. She gave me her number and I promised to call, before I exited the elevator and its steel doors clamped close and cut off my view of the tight, firm butted volupcious woman in the elevator whom I grew very fond of seeing naked and running my fingers over every single day, almost six years ago.

I called her the next day and we chatted on the phone. She told me about her husband and how good of a person he was. I joked and asked her about the bedroom dept and she casually told me he excelled in that too. We laughed and after about 10mins, she excused herself and said that she needed to go to the gym that evening. With so many other things I wanted to update her after these 6 years, I offered to take her out for a drink after her gym session so that we could continue chatting about old times. She agreed and we confirmed on the time and place, which was a mamak stall in the nearby area. It felt like meeting an old friend again, one that you hadn't seen for 6 years. I was happy and I was sure she was as well.

At 7pm I swung my car around the corner of the street at where her gym was at and there she was in her tight butt hugging shorts and gucci gym bag. I brought the car to a halt next to her and invited her to jump in. She quickly jumped in and mentioned that it wasn't 'manis' to be seen with ex-bf while her husband is at home. We greeted each other with a kiss but her firm bum showing through her shorts and her toned legs somehow got the better of me and resulted in me kissing her on the lips, instead of her cheeks. Strangely she didn't fight it and within a few seconds we ended up snogging like teenagers. I immediately stopped the car on the side of the street and luckily the there weren't any street lamps to bother the snog. Shifting forcibly to the passenger seat where she was seated, I pressed by mouth into hers and let my tongue wonder deep into her mouth. I could see her eyes roll half shut and the trance of ecstasy that she was in, like from years before. I read her well, just like she liked to be read ... over and over again. One thing led to another and my hands forced themselves into her hot gym pants in a split second down to her wet knickers.

I must have passed out then, after which I woke up and noticed that I was totaly unclothed in my bed, with mila by my side and her gym pants on the floor. Exactly how it was like, 6 years ago. As if nothing had changed since then. Did time really stand still for us? I may never know will I?

This is Goodbye?

2005-11-30T15:34:00.000-08:00

Today is my last day at the office before I start work for a new company way out in Jan. Im already excited about starting work for the new smaller company which promises a more exciting avenue for me to grow professionally and technically in the areas within my capacity, while nurturing my skills n creativity that would ultimately drive my inhibitions to contribute all that i stand for and making it a successfull software company in due course. The prospects of being a part of this company's future growth plans and being able to directly contribute in producing revolutionary software to fire its growth, leaves me speechless with a fire in my heart and a smile on my face.

Leaving my current company today I sent out an email to everyone on the mailing list as below:-

Hi,

It’ll be soon be time to say goodbye and with this I wish everyone at companyX a great future ahead. It’s been a great experience to work with all of you for the last 2 years, a privilege to work for this company and a pleasure to be amongst such a talented and creative group of people. My next role would be one in the software industry as well in the city (and no its not phitek) so do keep in touch.

For those wanting to keep in touch, im at bapakayam at hotmail dot com

See ya!

fade

Before my leaving party, HR conducted an exit interview with me to find out my feedback on the company and comments that they could use to improve company direction and conditions to discourage other staff from leaving. I sat down with HR and told her that it was dissapointing seeing the company grow exponantially but only to promote external new managers instead of internally promoting creative n talented engineers who hve contributed to this growth over the last 2 years.

Tomorrow i'd be leaving this great city of sail for the sunny shores of m'sia where i'd be reunited with the many-many magical things that i was born on and grew in love with during my love-hate relationship with the place while i was living there. Reasons why i want to be in m'sia r ....

For the love of you, it would be another day before i leave for the sure shores of KL. Since I don't hve a mobile or for that matter a local SIM, those who're interested in buying me lunch at HRC or Dinner in hartamas, you can find me sitting in the bar area of planet hollywood on most nites hving cheese duritos n a some soda while watching the live show.

This or proceed to call my good buddy anuar on xxxxxx for details of where i would be. Reasons why i want to go to jakarta are ...

Being in djakarta for 4 days last year, I grew to appreciate the city, its culture, the shopping frenzies and way of life in the busy metro. The most lovely women u'll meet in the region come from this city. I'll be doing it again for 2 days this time. Like the last time, i'm hoping to cover mangga dua, senayan plaza, plaza indonesia, Blok M, pondok indah and keramat raya among other places. Waduh waduh .. ganteng kamu yak?. Cuti-cuti M'sia. KL, here I come. Jumpa di sana. Oh yeah... this site would probably not be updated at all while im gone. Wish me luck.

King Kong and the Screen Test

2005-11-28T14:48:00.000-08:00

After watching my first feature film King Kong at the age of 4, I decided then that I was going to be a film producer. I've always been interested in movies n film production in general. The snazzy scripts and the intensed dialouges often distinguish a successfull film from the rest of the bunch.

It is an industry fact that directors with a lively personality and an intensed outlook on life somehow generate this intensity, enveloped with their creativity on to the films they produce. Spike Lee, Tanrantino and Coppola are fine examples of how the human personality together with an immense proportion of creativity and film inguity have produced epic films that mesmerized entire nations.

However getting my foot in the movie industry, can be quite a challenge. Female actors have been known to sleep with directors to get a place in a movie, but for a middle aged male ~~prostitute~~ director wanna be like meself, the path to stardom is a little more thorny and a lot less travelled. I don't really think i can really sleep myself to the top somehow.

So to fuel my obsession for film producing/directing i hve decided to take on smaller reality projects in the entertainment industry to climb this ladder of success in a smaller scale. My scripts would be small n combined with the curiousity of capturing the most intrinsic human behaviour ... yes illicit but intimate animalistic hard core mating... I would not mind being given the oppertunity to direct/produce/edit a full-blown adult production.

After giving it much thought, n with some reader's sugguestions, I've decided to sh@g screen test some eastern european hungarian models for the part of female lead in this production. I would somehow need to find a financer to pay for my budapest auditions in a seedy part of town I have yet to identify. Hungarian models r not only cheap, but also hot and often come as dyed in red. red heads r just so sexy i think. So does the curtains match the carpets? I find their exotic looks n beautifull well toned legs irresistably delicious. Constant working out in the gym gives them that mouth-watering athletic build, we often see when they take their knickers off. Their carved bum n orgasmic screams r also theaterically enhancing. This all adds to pull in the viewers n make a best seller in cinema standards. The eastern block women's ability to take 5 men at a time while displaying a seduced smile was also a critical factor in my decision to cast them. Their closest competitor is definately the m'sian girls. Damn i sound like a 70s pdaddy, pimping white girls from harlem. Booyyayaa.

As most of u know, m'sian chicks r good lovers n r delicate enuf to be able to induce their partner's bodily cries into explosive orgasmic shouts of pleasure. Their shy exterior n girl next door smiles r legendary to make men feel comfortably at home, but yet feel they're in a savage jungle feasting on a wild animal at the same time.

Their hesitations when unclothed with constant "Nooooo Noooo", switfly changes to a trance like smile mixed with pain, ecstasy n sadisfaction, make them today's ultimate cinema star material no doubt. Smooth skin n well-rounded-proportinate breast when uncovered, r also a common feature of most m'sian chicks i ~~experienced~~ noticed. Must be something in the m'sian air. I always knew that m'sian would be taking the world ..one way or the other.

It was a tough decision .. but in the end, it was the sexy hungarians that I will make stars in my low-budget but mind-blowing-pants-wetting production because it would be cheaper to have these sirens stripping bare compared to their m'sian counterparts. A joint production using the m'sian casts with the hungarian girls is definately on the table. Just a question of when i reckon. The lucky casts would then be given a gruesome but pleasuringly fun 3 hour induction by me on the latest tricks n techniques that viewers love and would be expecting in the film. The first hour would be completely theory, where i would talk dirty to them to get them in the correct mental state n dampness. Pictures and videos would also be played to aid casts in understanding the finer points in a more detailed approach, all this of course behind n beyond all moral grounds. The remaining time would be spent in a practical session where i would show them all that i have talked about the hour before.

Below r the required criteria .. if ur ever interested to screen test.
Height = Tall enough to look good wearing micro minis n tube tops (garments for the production). Not too tall as crouching n 'on hands n knees' r critical positions for participants to 'play' into/with. Mouth opening must be wide and cast must be willing to take my large objects into the mouth without puking or suffocating.

Bust = Must look hard, firm and of propotional size looking good in opposite gender hands n preferbably pointing upwards. Comestics could be provided. Sensitivity on tips, could be viewed as a bonus in selection criteria. This is critical in increasing viewer sensation in scenes.

Ability = Stamina to last hours wearing minimal or no clothing at all, in various compromising positions. Must be able to flex n bend, while retaining level of sensitivity, firmness, arousing dampness.

Attraction = enuf to make Hugh Hefner wet in his pants. Also wouldn't mind walking around naked on set while flirting with crew using body parts n sucktion will.

Does ur girlfriend qualify? Send her to me and i will screen test her to see if she does.

The Musical Chair

2005-11-23T14:43:00.000-08:00

The stigma of having a successful relationship is but a taboo, i think. Its the degree of damage a relationship brings, is what we should be concerned about. In my many years of 'lending my ears' to friends in dire need of someone to talk to, I came to realize that the notion of a successful relationship nothing but a myth. I can however tell you from experience, that merits in relationships are often earned in the bedroom on how good ur performance was n how well ur partner rates u based on the level of illicitness, sadisfaction n emotional affection brought about by ur circus show. I hear ron jeremy is visiting kl this week. Once this rating falls, usually due to the absolute fatigue of the mind or body, boredom with eating rice everyday or getting it from someplace else, so does ur platonic relationship, I've noticed. Below r some attitudes that ur partner will choose to display as the room becomes darker n nitetime falls onto ur relationship.

1. Starts coming home late, with winges like "I work like a dog .... to support u, and this is how u repay me". Partner and new lover are sh*gging like rabbits while u wait at home with todays dinner cooked. When this happens, theres little else u can do to fix it. New lover might be comming on 20 with really tight buns that u can't seem to compete with. Its often helpfull to observe these changes early on in relationship n leave the deal as soon as u can, rather than hanging on to fight the inavitable against an enemy half ur age.

2. Partner changes the clothes they normally wear to a more sharper dress sense, this is usually required when courting a new sh@g. The undergarments are also laced with sexy g-strings and funny looking thongs from a p0rn order catalog. U can definitely bet that something fishys going on. When asked, partner says its from mid life crisis, but the only crisis thats really going on is partner's promiscuous indefidality. Good to be sharper when partner dresses sharp.

3. In bed, partner suddenly throws a new move like a 'scissors-cut' penetration while lying on the sides and suggests that u explore ur sexuality with strangers or the usually pri-conscious partner feels exited about taking sex outside or with a stranger in the park. This is definitely a critical sign that ur partner is sh*gging someone else on the side, and feeling sexually aroused just thinking about it. Which is why u observe partner to be more sexually charged in bed than usuall. Pack ur bags, but be sure to enjoy the ride one last time before u go.

4. Ur partner sits u down on a chair and with a serious yet pitiful face starts the conversation with "As u know, all good things come to an end ......" or "U know how much I love u, but ....". Start packing ur bags .....ops and don't forget the last sh*g for old times sakes ...one for the road.

5. U get weird phones calls at late hours of the nite or odd times during the day .. especially when ur not around. Also, the most 'recent calls' on partners mobile are getting erased on a frequent basis. Check ur phone bills .. and if u see the pattern, call to justify and then u can start packing ..... I once ended a relationship due to this. Caught her calling her ex-bf, one for the road baby .... well I had 2 actually, consequently ... fondest memories of her, those were.

6. You notice partner suddenly having the interest and urge to spend long countless hours tapping away in front of the computer and minimizing the screen when ur around. When this happens, be sure to check the website history to see the places that partner has surfed to. If you see sites like matchmaker.com or adultmatchmaker.com on the list, then u can be sure that some cybersex is going on, where there are virtual penetrations and digital ejeculations going on. When this happens you know that the time has come for you to delete your partner's files permanently.

7. While browsing for DVDs at the nearby pasar malam, you get approached by the ah wong ah beng touykeh lincai saying "Mau bagus punya DVD? panas punya? Ini accountant yg terlampau punya tau.". Despite declining with numerous arguments bearing moral responsibilities n religious justifications, your animalsm takes over and u end up buying the DVDs. Also contributing to the purchase is the fact that partner is also an accountant besides a stallion in the sack. Switching the DVD on that nite, u r suprised u see ur very own accountant partner illicitly starring as main actor cum director cum producer that cums. Doing at east 50 people in a wicked series of orgies recorded using a hidden camera that u bought partner as a raya gift. whats more, theres even erotic shots of u in ur own bedroom with partner that u vaguely remembered saying no to, but got persuaded to do poses for by partner with promises that it would be destroyed later. But it never did. Only thing that was destroyed is ur dignity, trust, faith in partner and the whole relationship thing.

So if you do value ur relationship and want to see it grow into the next level. A bit of snooping around to find out what ur partner is up to is always a wise thing to do. After all, you wouldn't want to be the one left standing without a chair when the music stops playing now would u?

For God's sake, they're just Children

2005-11-21T16:39:00.000-08:00

Yesterday on a drive back from a funeral, american GIs in Baghdad blindly n blatantly riddled a car with bullets without any warning, suspecting it of carrying millitants. Just like israel suspects every house in palestine harbours a freedom fighter aka hisbullah, and bombs it. Does every iraqi car that passes along get suspected of carrying millitants? Do the GIs now have the right to shoot at anything that moves, with the excuse of it being a suspected millitant, or abieting a millitant? When the car did stop, it was discovered that the car did not have any millitants in it. Just 4 adults and 4 children who were dead as their bodies soaked in pure innocent blood, spilled by an invading evil force. For god's sakes, these were just children not the millitants that you hunt and kill for defending their homes and dignity against an invading army. Millitants that you torture and dishonour at your cruel prison camps. For god's sakes, they are just children.

For god's sakes they're just children.

Does Love have a Name? - Part 1

2005-11-17T16:24:00.000-08:00

Like a mocking bird chirping away in the morning wee hours, my feet started moving as i broke out in cold sweat. turning and tossing myself on my seally queen bed, i barely caught a glimpse of the alarm clock on the table just next to the bed. The digital display in red showed 4am. I couldn't believe myself waking up this early. As i sat upright, thoughts of which day this was, came gushing through almost scaring me off my bed. It was raya morning and the year was 1999. I had mysteriously woken up early on raya morning almost by chance, not knowing that destiny was at play and that it would soon reveal itself to me in the most shocking n horrific way it often does. I had no idea of what was in store for me that sunny raya day in 1999.

Clearing my head from last nites dream, i made my way across the room to the washroom taking off my boxers as i walked but avoiding the bedroom window as i didn't think the neighbours would appreciate a view of a stark naked man strudding his ~~python~~ stuff through the curtainless window this early. Although i caught the 40something executive wife peering at my bedroom window a couple of times from her lawn, she wasn't food for thought at all. Looks too much like my former science teacher at VI. Not the kind of food a 20something dude would like to think about for now. She does however greet me with a smile everytime we meet. But it was 4 am on raya morning and i doubt that anyone would be awake now. In the full monty i strolled to the bathroom to brush my teeth and shower, casually passing the curtainless window facing the neighbour's bedroom.

Like a scripted drama episode, the phone coincidently rang as i strudded out form the shower. dripping wet, i raced out of the washroom to the phone by the bed almost expecting a call this early on raya.

"Hello .. fade here. who dat?" i sparringly spoke

My parents wouldn't have called me this early. They would hve known better to call this early. I was sure it wasn't them although the 8 hour time difference meant that they were already wide awake. I listend eagerly on the phone for a responce .. then...

"Hi fade. Do you know who this is?" was the answer on the other end of the line.

Hearing that voice had me momentarily paralyzed in disbelief. It was her. After 6 months walking out on me, she calls me on raya morning to say hi. The seperation with her 6 month before was extremely difficult for me, being a sensitive male of the 90s and all. I thought that i'd be able to take it with a smile, but instead i wept like a child n crept myself to sleep with thoughts of her. She was everything to me then, as i was to her. Our dreams had once came together like most lovers' do, and with it built our hopes n planned our future together. But when her big boss, the 'Datuk' expressed his feelings for her and promised to make her his world, she was dazzled by the 2 million dollar apartment, the boxter gift and the million dollar jewelry, compliments of the 'Datuk'. It really was an out of the world relationship. Overnite, this woman whom i thought was my queen was showered by gifts enuf to feed a small country for a year. It rocked her world, but tore us apart.

The 'Datuk' knew of our relationship, but was adamant that he'd have his ways with her. After all i was merely a common joe just starting his working life with a free spirit and a love for jane. within a week she had sold of her wira and drove around in a 96 boxter that the 'Datuk' gave her as a promotion gift for her excellent work in the office. When she came home bare-bushed knickerless under her office minis, i realized that he was probably also doing her in the office. Hence the excellent achievement office award. She always was an excellent blower i thought. Use of the 'Datuk's' lavish bangsar condo was a no-strings attached gift from 'Datuk' she told me once.

Good thing i made it a point to hear her scream my name a couple of times in the bangsar condo. She told me she loved me, but appreciated the money and treatment that came with the 'Datuk'. She would pester me to allow her to have dinner with the 'Datuk' on certain nites, for which i would agree due to the love n trust we had. So i thought. Sometimes 'Datuk' would send her home at 3am .... and sometimes the next morning. But being a man still in love, i would swallow my heart n let him share the love of my life on his nites, where she would scream his name instead of mine on the nite.

Then, one afternoon the office phone rang. It was the 'Datuk'. He had called to say that he wanted to meet me for lunch. Hard as it may have seemed, I agreed to it. What could have been harder than 'satisfying' my queen at nites, but knowing that somebody else 'taken' her the nite before. She smelled of his parfume all over her bare body, especially around her volupcious breasts and bikini area. But in the name of love I was forced to accept all this.

So having lunch with the 'Datuk' was relatively easier to agree to. His chauffer picked me up at my office that afternoon and brought me to his golf club in bukit kiara. I saw the 'Datuk' sitting alone at the lobby smiling and waving to me to approach him. We shook and i immediately recognized the cologne what was so familiar all over my sweeties smooth but toned bare bum. I forced a smile as we were seated for lunch. He looked at me and smiled almost feeling the lusty statisfaction that i felt from running my hands all over her naked body, before my pelvic started the thrusting motion that always ended with her lips meeting mine while she clung on to my unclothed body with her legs wrapped around my bum.

"As you know, I am a very wealthy man. But my wealth and position in society fairs to absolutely nothing without the company of the one i love." he spoke, sort of like he was speaking in a general assembly or something. I nodded and was sure he wasn't referring to his wife when he said about the one he loves. i smiled n ushered for him to continue talking.

"Your queen and I have become very close over the last couple of months and we wish to take it to the next level if possible. I have spoken to her about this and she agrees with me on this." he continued.

Agrees with him? well she didn't say anything about agreeing with anybody when she was screaming my name as our naked pelvis locked in motion last nite.

"Let me cut to the chase ok" he suddenly interjected.

"I will give you RM50,000 to let her go so she could be with me with no convictions. For that amount, you would need to break it off with her and make her hate you so that the break off would be easier" said the 'Datuk'.

My head pounded insanely while my eyes went blur to the request. My mind forced me to say yes to the rm50k, but my heart was begging me to hold on to love, honesty, purity and all things in the world thats sincere and good. Acting on my heart's content, as i have always done before, I shook my head and pushed the 'Datuk's' checkbook aside.

"My love for this woman comes from the heart and can never be measured by any checkbook or money in your bank. It is pure and unconvicted, like the many things in my life that unstained by a filthy bank account and a guilty consience. I realise that my relationship with her is coming to an inevitable end, but I will only bow to my destiny with honour and pride. I had enuf with all this and was leaving her very soon anyways. Thank you for the offer but no thank you. Could you pls send me home?" saying all this with an honest emotional conviction of a lover that would rather hang than betray the love for his lady.

The 'Datuk' nodded and shook my hand sort of a sign of admiration for what i had just said to him. He later told me that he has nothing but good intentions for me and my queeen and that if i ever needed anything from him, all i would have to do was call. he even gave me his private number but i threw it away. He then signalled to his driver to send me home. That was the last i had seen of the 'Datuk', although he is always in the news on tv.

I went to her place that nite and had a stamina intensive 3 hour pelvic grinding marathon on the sofa, kitchen n balcony. We didn't speak about the 'Datuk' at all that nite. We just cuddled n embraced each other in pure nudity, almost feeling that warmth from our naked flesh and the aroma that it brought us, on that final nite we were together. We had a long chat the next day and we both decided on a trial seperation to see if things could work out the other way. I said goodbye and didn't see or hear from her untill that 4am raya mornig call.

I was gutted and had to marginalize my way of life when she left. I hated her, but yet loved her at the same time. I wanted her gone but yet wanted her kissing my mouth and rubbing me numb at the same time. Do you think that love had a name?

The Unwelcomed Raya Visitor

2005-11-15T14:40:00.000-08:00

In my usual exchange of emails with friends recently, I got an mail from M wishing me a selamat hari raya. Gee thanks. Shes also invited me over for a raya meal at her place to commemorate the auspicious occasion with her husband n kids. I'm always honored and thrilled to be invited into people's homes, although I might not be able to make the 10hour flight to fulfill the invitation. But thanks for asking M. Such a joyous thing to be invited to someone's house for raya. It was nice of her.

M was someone I had worked with sometime ago and by now she'd been married .. still is, changed jobs, bought a Putrajaya house and conceived 2 kids. The 2nd was just a few months ago. I sent her the usual congratulatory messages and wished her well. From my end, the happiness that M enjoys provides substantial evidence that people can in fact be happy and the sun does sometimes shine. Good for her. I was about to send an email saying nice things when my insticts decided to send her a dodgy email instead. Below was my hoax email to her ..

saudari mxxxxxx .. kumpulan al qaram kami ni satu kumpulan tarikat yg semakin meluas di negara ni. sambutan ajaran kami semakin meluas selepas kami menganjurkan majlis nikah bebas dimana kami akan nikahkan wanita dari kumpulan kami dgn pasangan yg kami pilih selama 6 bulan secara bergilir-gilir sebelum dinikahkan dgn pasangan yg lain ... nanti kalau ada masa saya nak tarik saudari join sekali kumpulan kami. Mungkin saudari boleh jadi umi kumpulan di kawasan putrajaya setelah selesai latihan. Banyak cabang agama yang kami selidiki dan paktikkan untuk kebaikan bersama. Kalau setuju nanti ahli kumpulan saya datang kerumah untuk berdakwah.

wasalam
syeikh al qaram fade ben xxxx
ketua cabang dakyah kumpulan tarikat austranasia
New Sandhrigam Mosque
http://fade0.blogspot.com

Haaaaa ..... i couldn't imagine how she'd take it. But she did reply n heres the content of her mail.

Ha? datang rumah... kalau certa pasal ni tak payah lah, tak minat nak join mana2 kumpulan cam ni....U ni betul ke tak ni..... kalau betul2 alim agama tak de lah u tulis yg bukan2 dalam web site u tu....? tak yakin saya.... yg saya tau tabligh je yang betul jalannya... I kena sah kan dulu betul ketak jalannya.... Takut2 ajaran sesat yg tak ikut ahli sunnah wal jamaah.

This is one a the funnier pranks i've pulled in a long time. So damn funny that i'm laughing outloud in the office. Other pranks i've pulled were :-

1. Uni Application
While waiting for Uni application results, I called rizal sazali my class wanker and told him in cockney accent that I was calling from the British Uni board and that he'd failed in his application. I told him to not bother calling back as the Uni decision was final. He started stammering and asking me what he should do next .. I calmly told him to FO. I was laughing before I told him it was me.

2. Random Number Call
I dialed a random number and told the girl who picked up the phone that her dad had ordered a casefull of loaded durex condoms. I asked her to confirm that there is someone at home for me to deliver the goods and collect payments for. She became erratic and sounded really .. really sad that her dad still had an active sex life that didn't seem to evolve at home. But she agreed for me to send it over at 5 and that she'd pay me on delivery. Shes probably still waiting for the box rubbers.

3. Lottery
I called a random number and told the lady that picked up the phone that she'd won a lucky lottery. She was so excited but tried to suppress her excitement by asking me A-Z questions about my company's nature of business. I then asked her save her questions for our company presentation day on the week after. She must have said thank you at least 7000 times.

4. Jealous Boyfriend
In an effort to assist a good buddy of mine to shadow this model chick, I called this chick's current bf and introduced myself as her part-time bf. I told him how much I adored her and that I wanted her to choose between me & him. I also included some raunchy details about the physical side of this torn-but-true love .. just enough to disgust him. I closed the conversation by reminding him not to tell her about it. They broke up a week later. My friend allowed her a week's grieving period then 'shadowed' her the week after. She's now a MAS stewardess and has been with him for over 2 years todate.

5. Headmaster call
When I was in secondary school, I went to a boys school in town and was prety anti-establishment then. I used to skyve classes after the 2nd period and walk over to the nearby jalan bukit bintang where i'd hangout with buddies at the Dunkin Donut outlet to smoke and eat donuts. The place would be filled with CBN'r n BBGS chicks, where a lot of flirting goes on there. The best cassanovas i know, had their early skills nurtured here ... if not the McDonalds next door. To make the story short, I was caught and the school headmaster called up my house to speak to my parents. Fortunately I was skyving at home then when I picked up the call the next day and pretended to be my dad. I told the HM to be easy on the kid and that I should not be unnecessarily pressure with over-zealous teachers who think they know best. The HM thanked me ...errr .. my dad and never bothered me again.

Life is a bag of tricks I reckon ... never know which trick u need to pull to get going.

Got Till Monday to Make up My Mind

2005-11-10T15:41:00.000-08:00

On a serious note, urs trully had yesterday been offered 2 roles with 2 different companies after a grueling 3-staged 3 week interview process. I'm sure most of you are aware that i've been interviewing for the last 2 months or so. During that time, I had 3 final close calls where it was down to me or the other guy, and another 4 rejects at stage 2 of these interviews. Probably did about 10 interviews this year before the 2 companies put in an offer on the same day. Both companies have a great outlook, both in the city center and are offering the same kind of money. Its scary deciding which one to go for especially when a mistake could cost me all sorts of unemployment issues. Damn i wish it was that easy, but i wasn't. Below are the general summary of the 2 companies without revealing the name of them and maybe you can help me decide ay?

CompanyA
They're a big trading company with an income of like 200million per month and a complicated system to handle their operations. The system is currently running on Unix and oracle database and development is marginalized to the writing of unix based c to access and update database in a shared environment. The company has been here for the last 50 years and is very stable economicaly, so I needn't need to be worried about being out of the job for the next 10 years even. Also the company has plans to build an entirely new system on C# to replace the old one. Something that I could get involved in to improve my exposure to .Net technologies. These plans are however not confirmed yet. Besides a good pay package the company also provides medical, super annuation and free parking. Real stable deal, but less exciting i find to fire my free spiririt and to feed my soul living on the edge. did I mention that most of the empoyees had been there for like 10-15 years or more.

CompanyB
A real deal start up with a string of funders, 5 employees and a million bucks in the account. The started developing a system for the airline ticketing in 98 and has maintained this project ever since as a consultancy company. But now they've been developing city hall coordination tracking systems in C++ and C# and want me to join them in finishing off this system before selling it in north america, uk n ozzie. They've got orders in but an unfinished product. I can feel their potential and almost taste their growth in the near future. CEO says that theres another 20 projects in pipeline but they need to concentrate on ones that make $$$ for now. They reckon they'd break even by end of 2006. Its all coding on notebook, in cramp office in C++ and C#. The pay is the same with CompanyA, but no other benefits. Although the deal is somewhat less, but the fire in my heart n soul in my belly says to go for it.

What say you reader? Which one would it be for you?

The Sparks on Guy Fawkes Day

2005-11-07T13:41:00.000-08:00

While the rest of the world looms over Halloween celebrations this weekend, a good number of ex-brit colonies .. including this place, celebrates Guy Fawkes day I observed. Now i'm not against any of their weird brit-associated beliefs or commemorations, but I just think celebrating a hired assassin who was paid by the Cromwell circle to blow up James I and the parliament in 1605, and who lived in old England 3 centuries ago is a bit on the looney side don't you think? I knew these people were deranged with very little celebrations to call their own, but to still celebrate a 3rd class dead assassin with a french name is like going on a date with camelia's sista', marini....and being told not to touch her boobs. Does not make any sense at all i'm afraid.

I had been car pooling recently with a fellow co worker and to help her celebrate Guy Fawkes day, I'd been invited to her place to look at the display fireworks. So last nite, after dinner I took a long stroll to Ingrid's house to either watch fireworks or make fireworks on my own. She lives with Justin, her bf and drives a Holden V8. The type of cars that u'd find rednecks driving in these parts of the world. Ingrid was anything but a redneck. Shes an angel and a darling. At 5'7", and bleached blonde hair, this chick is fairly pretty for a chick that works for an engineering company. On the mornings we drive to work Ingrid loves dressing down to a bra-less tight top that curves a nipple on cold mornings.

Her 34C boobs don't seem sag and the way they bounce and erect on some occasions, makes me think its all silicon sometimes. I've never asked for the fear of embarrassment on both her side and mine. I suppose I will do when the right time comes. Although this chick may not be the hottest chick on the block, but she was thoughtfull enough to have prepared some nachos with cheese dips for me to munch on while watching the fireworks.

Justin had just come back from work when I arrived. "Howz it going mate?" he asked as he pulled a miller from the fridge. "Not bad I guess" I replied trying to make small talk while my eyes scanned the kitchen looking for Ingrid and wondering which nipple revealing top she would be wearing tonite. "Wheres Ingrid?" I asked. "Ohh she'll be down pretty soon". A few seconds later Ingrid came out from the corridor and greeted me with a suggestive smile. Her blonde hair brushed erotically against her bare smooth neckline. I had goosebumps just looking at it. Her face blushed as she looked at me while biting her upperlip .... i swear we had a moment then. Sort of how Angela Bella had a moment before she swallowed 3 men and took another at the rear end, in her erotic films.

That nite, Ingrid wore a thin-tight dark tank top that complimented her english-rose olive skin that made her pink nips more visible in the bright kitchen lights. Although she wasn't very beautiful, she could have had me pumping dirt in a sec while getting carpet burns on my knee. Her long smooth legs had obviously been waxed and lotioned as spots of lotion was still visible on her sexy legs. The smell of johnsons also gave it away. Who cares, my johnson was already up. I wondered if she brazilian-waxed? Was I about to find out? I hoped so.

Her jeans-shorts was obviously self-cut as the left cut was way too short compared to the right cut. This made her left butt-cheek spill out everytime she moved. Just the sight of her well toned butt-cheeks reminded me of how it was worth the 20 minute walk from my place. Her curvy butt-cheeks suggested that she might as well have worn a g-string instead and not reveal as much. Maybe she did underneath. I was excited as thoughts of a possible 3some flashed through me like a tokyo train in rush hour. Angela Bella takes 3 at a time at each entry, i don't see why Ingrid Gray can't take 2?

However things were not as hot as I had anticipated. We ended up just talking about work and cars. Justin kept telling me about his new barbeque set. It was a disappointment but not a major one. Ingrid was probably only looking hot for justin and they're probably going to do each other's brains out the sec I left. I could feel the vibe. After an hour of watching fireworks from Ingrid's front deck with justin sipping beer while Ingrid sat on him, I grew bored and johnson grew dissapointed. I excused myself and went home swearing revenge. Good thing Ingrid gray wasn't too hot, otherwise I would have had to come home more dissapointed then i was.

The Amazing places that this guy has been to world traveller.

Selamat Hari Raya

2005-11-01T17:24:00.000-08:00

There comes a time when the body, mind and soul need to be given the day off to rejunevate and be reinvigorated with the good things that it is made of. This 'time' that i so passionately speak off is said to be an annual occasion, laced with a celebrative festive mood and spiked with many colorfull episodes of mouth-watering tasty goodies to satisfy the daytime hunger, after a month of constant food deprivation.

Whether u're with a loved one.

Or lying around on the sofa watching Mike Delfino do some plumbing for Terri Hatcher.

Or just lazing around topless in the the house to see how hard ur nipples can get.

Please forgive me for any offence you might have taken to my rather explicit bunch of stories, erotic come-ons, downright tarty sugguestions and somewhat s*xually charged illicit requests.

But please appreciate the fact that it was all done in the name of love and true honesty for your wild heart, your free soul and your enchanting smile, for without it love it self would be a crime.

Maafkan daku sekiranya tulisan ku pernah melukai hatimu.

Selamat Hari Raya from me.

Dawg it like a Man

2005-10-25T16:58:00.000-07:00

In today's world, challenging economic pressures and straineous social commitments could sometimes cause mild enxiety to ~~horny~~ good people. Especially with massive traffic crawls and idiotic driver attitude to make the bad... badder n the worse ... worser. This often leads to harsh dissapointments, emotional frustrations and naked ~~boobies on camelia's chest~~ stress. Sounds like an Isaac Assimov fictional novel, but sadly these are the true realities for much of the millions inhabiting KL and her borough. In challenging moments like these, the medical journal states that one of the quickest, easiest and most efficient ways to reduce the level of stress and exiety is to ~~wank~~ swear, slur, maki .. whickever term tickles ur fancy. The medical journal also propogates spantaneous sex with stangers u find attractive in starbucks and who find u irresistable seductive, but thats a different story altogether.

As far as swearing is concerned, a mild manner goodie virgin man like me finds it very difficult to verbally convey obscenities to another fellow man, or woman ~~unless she screams my name n tells me to ride faster while slapping my bare bum~~. As a result i often find myself on the receiving end of this stick on most occasions. In the past I have been called a lot of things (stallion,sexy beast & shaggy r some of them ... "bulu-man" more recently).... u name it, and chances are that the word has been used on me. Like a dawg, i take it by the tip and nip it in the bud, very similar to handling bare boobies in the shower.

My name calling or 'slurs' have come from rivals, classmates who want to be no.1 in class (and I'm in their way), heart-broken ex-gf, jealous bf, bosses, customers, suppliers, asshole I trashed at school, wankers I pissed everyday, bankrupt husbands whose wives a do a bit of gardening for, sexually challenged neighbours and the list just goes on .. and on. Now, its not that I don't mind being called 'certain parts of the human body' or 'certain animals' terms, but I really think that the entire event actually trains you to control your anger and suppresses the internal flare that very so often burns people up and destroys their lives. It is such a good training ground for character development. In fact there was an incident just yesterday that happened where the caller put down the phone after voices were raised. But like a real gentleman, i just put on the yusof kelana face n take it in stride.

Everytime somebody 'slurs' me ... I just take a deep breath and tell myself 'It ain't worth it!' .. and calm myself with naked images of sheryl and ~~cum~~ stare in the face of anger in a non-intimidated fashion. Not literally of course. Sometimes i dream of the ocean n how i would drop by boxers before jumping in for a bit of a skinnydip swim. Strudding monster tool all day in the office could get a bit stuffy. So a bit of sunshine n fresh air always does it good. But back to my point, after my imaginary swim things would often work out fine once more n i would have forgotten the incident that just happened. Over time i feel pretty immune to swears thrown at me.

Over the years, the amount of 'slurs' I have accumulated, both domesticaly and abroad, have greatly improved my vocabulary and grammar in the swear dept. This explains my collection of rich obscene, disgusting yet explicit vocabulary, that I carry around like zain carrying around his penile-enlarger. So being 'slurred' to does have its benefits. Just wished jumping in bed naked with both shell n sheryl on their horny nite was one of them. Or maybe taking a shower with thinktankgurl while massaging cow's milk oil onto maya's bare naked skin. Or cooking for sooz in the nude, naked chef style. I better stop here before i strike off my puasa. Selamat Hari Raya. Maaf Zahir Batin. Especially you ladies who I have so often mentally undressed and done some rather inappropriate things to. Have fun.

Blood for Money? Water for Fuel?

2005-10-17T12:36:00.000-07:00

The clock showed 8 as i sat my ass down to wait for the azan over the ethnic Fiji radio station. This station in particular plays a lot of arab music and is known to be privately funded meaning anyone with money could air anything as long as the material wasn't offensive to anyone. With an ethnic indian population of 44%, Fiji has a large moslem population that migrated here over the years who went ahead to set up these religious radio channels as a public service for the community.

I looked around the room and could see my mates whom all had their plates filled with home cooked food that kak ani and her husband ghani had prepared the hour before. The food looked delicious and the 5 of us whom kak ani had invited there that evening knew exactly how good it was. Kak Ani who hails from kedah was just the best cook you had ever seen and to be invited over to eat at her place was just the best thing this puasa month. yohooo!. Kak Ani's food table looked like a ramadhan buffet offering at the shah alam concorde i thought. yummy. I looked around me and smiled to the others sort of signalling my delight for the food and the company. The invitees were friends that i hang out with and see almost every week now that its ramadhan and all.

Most of us have been here over 2 years and have in our own little way become quite well integrated into society and subconciously climatized with the local food n way of life of the locals here. Zan is a hotel manager in town and has been here about 3 years or so. Sitting next to him dressed in a low cut dress that shows bare boobies when she bends is Lily. She works in a bank in town handling customer accounts. Her hot friend in low cut pants that show g-string n a tattoo is Sharifah was an accountnant working with a dairy company while Lina and Sazli are technology workers who migrated here during the boom in 98 when the KL economy was down.

Lina and Sazli sure look like they're in love even though they've been gf-bf for the last 4 years. I wonder if they still sleep in each others bed during fasting months? Lina is a pretty JB chick around 32 and works for a local ISP in town. Shes got a nice figure and firm pear shaped flashlights and a tight bum. She comes around on weekends with Sazli sometimes to hangout n enjoys showing off her tight boobies that r often bra-less under a tight top. I suspect Sazli likes it that way. But shes always been with Sazli for as long as i can remember and unless he invites me for a 3some fun-fest, I'd prefer not to mentaly undress her too often.

As we sat down waiting for iftar, Sazli turned the tv on and 60 minutes was on. The azan came through the radio as all of us dug into our dishes with kak ani n husband smiling away, looking at us devouring her nasik ayam gam with an emotional look on our faces. Sitting next to Sharifah, i occasionally glance at her uncovered bare cleavage to help with digestion.

She was probably too engrossed in her ayam merah to notice her unbuttoned dress and her awesome rare half covered bunnies sticking out to compliment this nice meal. Ahhhhhhhhh ..... why do i suddenly have the urge for some melons now? As we ate, I couldn't help noticing the 60 minute program on tv documenting about how a kiwi scientist finally managed to get his bike running on water as fuel. Its really fascinating. Mind blowing i tell you.

Apparently this scientist bloke who lives in Whangarie managed to process his common H2O to run a customized engine for his motorcycle. To conclude the authenticity of this discovery, 60 minutes even ran tests with the water to prove that it wasn't petrol or alcohol based. And then they showed him empty his motorcyle tank and then put this H2O into it. A sec later he was riding his 2 stroke bike all around the compaund like a drunk apache. This was absolutely amazing. Besides 60 minutes, a fleet of other scientists have also tested his processes to verify its authtencity and they were all satisfied that it was. Does this mean we can stop handing over our hard earned cash to rich oil companies, who spalsh it on their executive salaries, beach resorts, private jets and 9 months employee bonuses?

Can you imagine a world where cars actually ran on water instead of fuel? Its a mind blowing fantasy for now, but a distinct reality for tomorrow with this new discovery. It would definately revolutionize the world's industry, civil structures and sosial values, stabalizing world dominance of the exis of evils all together. No more yanks invading oil rich countries, no more oil companies making trillions while etire nations go hungry. wohoooo! what a discovery. And it wasn't a high powered scientist in a high tech US Lab in silicon valley that discovered it. It was a down to earth scientist from a country with just 4 million population and inadequate funding that discovered probably the greatest finding since the car. If it is all true. The product is going through the lawyers and patenting comittee as we speak and results of authenticity n originality should be out soon. We shall wait n see shan't we? Blood for money will soon be water for fuel. Booyaaaa!

Local Cinema n Knickers

2005-10-12T11:46:00.000-07:00

If theres one word to describe our local cinema scene, it must be Prof Madya Razak Mohaideen aka El Marichi M'sia. This former film n arts university professor, has made 6 successful films to date that picked up over RM17 million in cinema gate collection. Although small in western cinema standards, this is a considerable amount in m'sia as most viewers prefer watching movies on pirated DVDs from just as low as RM7 a piece. His anak mami movies were so realistic that the Persatuan Anak Mami of Penang even threatened to sue him for exposing the real anak mamis for their jewelry-wearing, back-bitting, money-eying, in-law thrashing attitudes. They backed off when razak approached a well known mafia in Penang by the name of Kadir Kutti for help. He is known to own the Modestos disco in Penang and has strong political ties with gansters inc umno youth.

For his incredible talent and persistence in producing movies that appeal to the local scene, the prof has been described by the asian times as an asian Spike Lee in the making. His use of creative classroom theories in his movies have given local cinema scene a new technical life that had never been seen before in the local movie business. His critics even commend him for introducing movies laden with impressive effects like making era fat and popping a vampire ghost chick from mid air. But will mat sentul effects be enuf for a shot of a more global audience? I think he should just stick to a good story line with a good dialouge thats complimented by killer camera angles like in the red shoe diaries series.

In a nutshell, the prof has revolutionized the local movie business by incorporating delicate composite special effects and cinematic photography with livid story lines that scream with energy, stamina and easy humor into a composition of cinematic delights that have hit our silver screens over the last 4-5 years. Fans love him, his critics adore him and banks can't get enuf of him. He has gone from an over-ambititous former university lecturer that sleeps in between classes, n sometimes during classes, to the director who put the Jarum in Mami Jarum: The Movie. Crowds line up to shake his hands when he appears in shopping malls. Students show nipple in class just to be picked for his new movies and to be given a shot at stardom. Forget watching RM15 mil movies that wreck the environment and puts half its viewers to sleep in the 1st 30 mins of watching, if you want a movie that makes u laugh without a thick plot to think through. His movies are it. Thats why they sell.

I sure hope the guy comes up with a lot more films in the future. I like his i-don't-want-to-think, i-just-want-to-watch approach for viewers that display sexy chickas that becomes a twat halfway in the movie, then repents n becomes a loving partner. Its all kick ass i tell ya. Being a guy that only watches p0rn DVD cheap flicks that he can get for under RM10 at the nearest DVD peddler, here r a list of 5 things i would do if I were Prof A. Razak Mohaideen:-

1. Re-write "Cinta Kolesterol" into ala-bollywood style, to cater for growing west-asian viewers. Fight scenes with digital THX punches would blow u off ur seats, while belly-exposing sarees makes heroine's look sexier. Kill off the Yusri dude in the 1st 10 mins of the film. The guy is definitely gay and puffy. Use Jojo 4U2C is the hero, but double him in love scenes to hide his chicken-pox scars.

2. Produce a new film where this erra chick becomes gay and has a steamy nude love scene with that Camelia chick. This will become the 1st local movie to him the RM22Million collection mark. Produce 2 version .... the decent one is for rtm, zambai n his cronies, while the xxx version could be sold on the streets by u. Hoe. To avoid cetak rompak, speak to Kadir Kutti n get him to sort out the the DVD thugs.

3. Remake the Yusof Haslam cop movie and hire Ebby Abadi as the heroine again ... pay her RM2000 extra and get her to take her top off in a romance scene set in the old melaka times when the cops travel through time in a UPM experiment gone wrong. Lace the film with HK style flying and hidden dragon kung-fu kicks, as the cops fight their way back to the time portal buried deep in the dense gunung ledang jungle. Faiiiiyyaahhhh!

4. Get Yusof Haslam's step daughter .... Deanna Yusof to go nude in a love scene with AC Mizal and his 4U2C pals. This chick is hot i tell ya. The last time i saw her was in the backroom, dancing her tits off and snogging every guy she comes in contact with while clutching her bottled water ....apperently high on E or aromin or something illegal. Just remembering how her sweat drenched her top n made her nips stand up in that hot n sweaty club puts me in a tailspin.

5. Give all the movie proceedings n rita rudaini's phone# to fade. This rudaini chick is pretty hot. Shes a janda but had the body of a virgin goddess making out for the 1st time. Looking at her stats, the num of years with ex n the taste in bfs ... i'd say this one would be a smooth mover who takes control n does what she wants n how she wants it. Big turn on. The media potrays her as a difficult, bf changing vamp .. but all i ask is just 1 day with her .. n i'm confident she'll convert. Just 1 day with this chicka n i'll be a happy man.

6. Produce a steamy love story movie that stars that indon dian chick and m'sia's very own fade about how 2 different individuals who briefly meet and fall in love and after returning to their respective lives again, come to realize that it was indeed a stronger love that was not to be denied. Love then spans across the ocean n drives them to meet again under a different circumstance to persue this paramountal love. Of course the nudes scenes would hve to show some nipple n a bit of bare bums. Choreographed correctly, there neededn't be any real penetration just sweat n moans, to keep viewers at the edge of their seats in disbelief. This blockbuster would definately shoot up to box the indon n m'sian box office. Fuuuyyaaahh!

Before she goes

2005-10-09T12:47:00.000-07:00

The stigma of having a successful relationship is but a taboo, i think. Its the degree of damage a relationship brings about that we should be concerned about. In my many years of 'lending my ears' to friends in dire need of someone to talk to, I came to realize that the notion of a successful relationship nothing but a myth. I can however tell you from exp, that merits in relationships are often earned in the bedroom and how good ur partner rates u. Once the rating falls, so does ur relationship merits, I noticed. Below r some attitudes that ur partner will choose to display as the room becomes darker.

1. Starts coming home late, with winges like "I work like a dog .... to support u, and this is how u repay me". Partner and lover are 'slamming' like rabbits while u wait at home with todays dinner cooked. She comes home an hour late n her mouth smells like shes been eating semen when u kiss her. Give it up. The game is up. Do urself a favour n throw in the towel. Its all over even if it ain't.

2. Partner changes the clothes they normally wear to a more sharper dress sense, this is usually required when courting a new sh*g. The undergarments is also laced with sexy g-strings and funny looking thongs. U can definitely bet that something fishy is going on. Sometimes partner would leave for the office with zero knickers n a tiny mini. You can be sure that she'll be getting some in the office loo n lunchtime she'll be having salami instead of a vege sandwhich like shes been having for the 2 years u've been with her.

3. In bed, partner suddenly throws a new move like a 'scissors-cut' penetration while lying on the sides and suggests that u explore ur sexuality with strangers or the usually pri-conscious partner feels exited about taking it outside or with a stranger in the park. This is definitely a critical sign that ur partner is doing someone else on the side, and feeling sexually aroused just thinking about it.

4. Ur partner sits u down on a chair and with a serious yet pitiful face starts the conversation with "As u know, all good things come to an end ......" or "U know how much I love u, but ....". Start packing ur bags .....ops and don't forget the last shag for old times sakes ...one for the road.

5. U get weird phones calls at late hours of the nite or odd times during the day .. especially when ur not around. Also, the most 'recent calls' on partners mobile are getting erased on a frequent basis. Check ur phone bills .. and if u see the pattern, call to justify and then u can start packing ..... I once ended a relationship on this. Caught her doing ex-bf, so it was one for the road baby .... well 2 maybe, consequently ... fondest memories of her, those were. Hope you made the right choices in choosing a partner n if u didn't, make sure u look carefully for these signs that ur relationship might be in trouble. Better to know early than not at all. Good luck.

A Woman's Magazine

2005-10-04T13:37:00.000-07:00

For as long as time could tell, women have been known to be more observant, understanding and more compliant to their own environments. They cooked food to address their family's hunger, cleaned to protect their family's health and groomed themselves to attract their male counterparts and to address the reproductivity of the human kind. If it was not for the intuitivity of women and issues they observe, address and eventually resolve, mankind would not have progressed at the pace it had done for the last 3000 years. Thank god for women.

Now in the age of the new millennium, changes in lifestyles and society evolve at a more rapid pace than it had ever before. What we had yesterday is no longer good today. The vicous cycle of life is so short-spanned that even Ken & Barbie are now dead. Like the expiry date on a milk box, things around us go out of date faster now than it had from the years before. This is due to a competitive lifestyle that dictates supply and demand in almost every conceivable trait around us. Our clothes fashion changes every season. The cars we drive, become out of date when manufacturers churn out a new model every year. Even our feelings and emotions changes when we meet new people, new circumstances and new challenges in our modern strive to stay alive. Living in these modern times is not a joke. It requires strength, stamina, intelligence and cut-throat survival insticts to prey or be preyed. These are the realities of today folks.

The one thing that has stood the test of time, is a woman's intuition to adapt themselves better (than men), in every wave of change that is endured. Women folk now are more observant and flexible to heed environmental requirements. They are quick to understand the fast changing needs of their environment and aggressive to adapt to the changes in a particular degree of change. Women now respond faster than ever before and more aggresive to protect and be protected. Like a prey bird with a nose for its victims, they move in for the kill then the victim least expects it. We've all seen it happen when partners are caught with a new gf ... the birds of prey circle from afar to observe, before swooping in for the kill ... either a punch-up with mistress x or to serve divorce papers to take him to the cleaners. Its becoming a too common of as sight, i fear.

Women magazines have been adamant in bringing forward these issues to help women folk better prepare themselves for millennium challenges. Saying this, i had recently found some very memorable highlights on Elaine's blog, that proved just this. Not known to Elaine, I also found the answers to the questions posed on a remote website. Here are the questions from Elaine's blog and the answers from the remote blog.

1. 10 ways to find your dream man.
Use internet chat, cupid date agency, random tel calls until male picks up phone, get sista' to fix with her friend's cousin, go out bra-less with 1 nipp showing, step in a club with 100:3 boy:girl ratio, go to paris, work as a stripper in vegas, sleep with a blabbermouth who appreciates ur bum and work him till morning, hangout at weddings dressed in tight see-through kebaya with blue contacts and flirt with every man > 50 yo who started the conversation with you with "I think I know ur daddy" but tries feeling u up ur dress when he gets close enuf. I would be very surprised if these steps don't pull u a hot-blooded man to keep ur bed warm tonite. Do let me know if u succeed ay.

2. How to please your man in bed.
Ask him if he'd like to do it outside, in kitchen, on sofa in living room, in shopping mall toilets, in car at shopping mall car park, on train, in office after hours. If this doesn't put a smile on his face, then maybe inviting to bed, ur hot blonde cherry-nippled 20 yo office temp will. And she can prove it that shes a natural blonde.

3. Dress to impress the man you want.
To stun ur man, wear a g-string bikini thats 3 sizes too small to the pool with him. Make sure bikini top slips exposing nipple every 3 mins at the pool. Creep into mens locker and shower with him, while other guys fill with envy. Nothing like voyuerism to get the engines running. Prepare for some p0rn star action at home later.

4. Drive him wild.
Dress like a GH nurse with no knickers underneath. After hot session, go out to mamak stall in attire and cross-leg sharon-stone style to engrossed male admirers, while flashing some. When u start getting whistles, lean over ur man n affectionately throw him seductive kisses. At home set up camcorder to record live action when ur man does the wild thing. View this video everytime u need to get high.

5. What Men Crave Most in Bed
Bring a busty divorced friend home to ur man n tell him its his b'day gift. Make sure all parties agree before persuading friend to participate. Be sure to approach friend that has been divorced for sometime n am dying for action. Before asking, have girlie talks about how they have not been getting it and wouldn't mind getting down with u for a laugh. At home blindfold the man and let friend have 1st go. If successfull, make it a regular session. swingers have fun eh?

6. Little Signs That Show He's Committed.
He lets u have intimate flings with ur tennis instructor, neighbour, french teacher, sister's bf .... any male u oogle. or he comes home with a monster vibrating dual head as a b'day present for u. He obviously loves you.

7. Confessions of a Love Snoop -- the cheeky things you do to keep tabs on him
Get gorgeous best friend, who was an ex-stewardess but got fired for acting in a homemade video with a steward, to take a nude bath with ur man. He'll definately tell her some dirty little secret that she has not told u.

My Endless Love ... for Bali

2005-10-02T13:34:00.000-07:00

I was there in Feb this year and it was truly a wonderful paradise island from the minute you arrive at the Denpasar international to the sec the sarong'd cab drivers take you to your kuta paradise hotel which cost just $28 per nite (half the price of that in jakarta or KL). Cheap because of the exchange, but rich in its architectural structures and the balinese garden and cafes in the hotel.

But hotels tend to be filled with aussies from Queensland on weekends, where you might find a bit of pool skinny dipping from 1am upwards. Another big thing in bali r jap chicks who'r usually in a 2 sizes-too-small string bikini looking like a $10 whore but alwayz giggling, making peace signs n snapping anything that moves with their digital cameras. Although they look like tight tarts with the dyed haircut and all, they're actually quite polite and nice when you approach and talk to them. If a jap chick likes you, she'll usually ask you to drop by to her room to help her fix her tv. This is the most popular excuse used.

Theres loads of places to eat and a nasik goreng would cost you as little as rp7000. Thats only rm3.50. Locals smile at you wherever you go hoping to interact and engage in coversation on topics often relating to the country of your origin. Like the whole island is one big hotel. Thats how friendly people are. Probably brought up on the understanding that their livelyhoods depend on the influx of foreign money brought in by tourists.

Try talking to the locals in bahasa indon, and they'll really show you hospitality. They'll even offer to take you to see local their chicks if you let them. .. a strong no and 'I have a gf back home ....' phrase should do the trick. Sure i went to the usual tourist places on kuta, legion bars and jimbaran restaurants. Did HRC and Paris club. Even did the beach nite market and the seafood restaurant where 5 people lost their lives.

If it had happened in Feb this year, then I would have been a potential casualty no doubt. It had been a cheap but exciting holiday destination for most of asia. But now that things have gone the way they did, and as long as the aussies and yanks still go there and take their bikini tops off on its beaches, I don't think it will ever be a holiday destination for me again. But at least I've experienced the holiday paradise aura that Bali had to offer.

Goodbye Bali. I really don't think i'll ever see you again. Thanks for the sweet memories. Nighty nite. Oh .. and a happy b'day to me today.

Farewell my Old Friend

2005-09-26T16:24:00.000-07:00

Like the sands on the ocean floor, the possibilities of life are endless. Saying this, I received a suprising email from F, a long lost friend to whom I hadn't been in contact with for a couple of years. F and I were long time office mates as we were good friends. I remembered F to be a pretty virgin-type of a girl that would bright up a room she entered with her innocent laugh and her quirk humor. Her bubbly personality would often light up our dark office mornings, whenever she came in. She was a fun lass and very good looking with dark brown hair and a thin but fit frame with rather busty looking pecks that hardened and pointed skyward whenever I joked that I had a wet dream about her the nite before. Such a darling.

We had worked together some 4 years ago, when I was in the Telco business. She was then the accounts staff that was assigned to my project and reported directly to me. She was very efficient in her work and made a good strong coffee in the mornings. But the thing I most liked about her was her will to work despite having a boss that constantly tells her to wear as little as possible in the office. Raving lunatic she must have thought. Back in the days when people were often uptight about their project heads hitting on them and asking them for butterfly kisses, F was fine with my liberal approach on sexually and explicit jokes whenever I told them. I would come on with shy but unaccidental touches on her arms and throw compliments that I knew would often make virgins go knickerless blush her. Often she would smile while reluctantly brushing me off. Sometimes I would tease her about how good I could make her feel in bed if she'd let me. Just an innocent laugh and a twinkle in her eye I swear. But I'm sure the fact that I had a gf then, assured her that the comments of suggestive manner that I was throwing her were all pretty harmless. yeah thats right. I was .. still am a 1 woman guy and never would I have 'taken' her under any circumstances while I had a woman at home. We both knew that neither would be in any danger. Not the prey nor the predator.

After a year of mentally undressing her working with her. I moved on to other job opportunities while she stayed on and eventually got married after her mom fixed her up with a dude that just got back from England. These were the stories I've heard from friends we have in common. Its good to finally hear from her again. She starts off her letter by saying that shes now divorced and lives with her 2 yo son. Shes bitter about the whole experience but glad to get the loser out from the house. Evidently she was talking to some friends when my name came up i nthe conversation. Good thing my mail address hadn't changed since 94 and this friend had it with her. A became B and now B became C. Her mail spoke about the good working relationship we had and how we never really explored possibilities and avenues that are tangent to love and relationships. I agreed with her but am scared of losing my fond memories of her when I shortlive expectations and discover disappointing realities of her, if we become close. Plus being 10 hours away, I'm unable to explore any physical possibilities and we'd end up just being an address on the end of a long mailing list.

Farewell F ..... thank you for my electric dreams.

Praba and my smokes

2005-09-19T21:05:00.000-07:00

On these calm near fasting days, I think back on my previous mischief and ask god for forgiveness and devine intervention into future ones. One of my bigger sins is smoking. Its been 2 months since I last touched a ciggarette. I'd have to say that this has been a proud moment in my not so proud life. You see, I started the smoke when I was barely 14. I was young, foolish and a virgin. I had just cut school again and found my way to Praba Ganesan's house, telling his mom that we were there to study .. but the HK p0rnos that Yew Meng had in his bag told a different story. Just 5 minutes into the tape, Praba had to excuse himself to the loo while Yew Meng paused the tape.

Man was it hot! Some men had just found a bikini-clad girl drifitng in a tug-boat .. and b4 anything happened Praba was in the loo and the tape was on pause. I was definately confused yet thrilled. Then one of the guys pulled out a pack of 'Redneck' ciggs and offered me a piece. I casually took a stick, stuck it in my mouth then lit it up. Little did I know that I had just strolled into the world of the smoke-infested-lung-diseased-paranormal smoker's world that would shut me in with the lights off for the next 15 years or more. Had I known this, I would have just stuck to the p0rn, and played the tape to the part where the 5 men started taking her clothes off .. all this without waiting for Praba to come out of the loo...... thanks not Praba for turning me into a smoker.

Although I'm a social smoker, I actually do smoke on my own especially when I'm stressed out! Heres 5 good reasons to stop smoking:-

1. The money that goes to mr Marlborough throughout ur life can buy u that red ferrari u've always wanted.
2. After a red hot sh*g with a brunette u knew for just 5 minutes, u don't have to light up and waste the next 10 minutes smoking when u could be smokin' n going for round 2 ..3 ... n.
3. You don't have to lie to ur mom everytime she asks u whether u smoke?
4. So that ur family n friends don't need to bitch u about smoking everytime a smoking commercial is on the telly.
5.So that u'll have a longer life, to undo all the mistakes u've done in ur sad life.

The City, Labour and Jessica

2005-09-18T14:10:00.000-07:00

As the Friday evening fast approached, i looked out my window at 4pm and saw many co-workers start to leave as quickly as they had come in to work the very same morning. Thats the good thing about life here, everybody takes it easy and enjoys the weekend. In about 40mins all the major roads into the city would be jammed packed with office workers trying to make their way home to start their early weekend after a gruelling 5 days of sheer productivity. Like them, i too needed to party as hard as i had worked over the week. So help me god. Looking around me to make sure that the big bosses were not anywhere near my corridoors, i quickly switched off my PC made my way to the exit, down the flight of stairs and into my car. I waved to stan and lindsay who were still sat at their desks while they peered out through the window looking at me with a smile as i got into my car. I pedelled my honda and made a quick dash to the motorway that takes me across the bay bridge.

As i drove across the bridge, the view from the motorway was simply breathtaking. The paddocks of sailboats and yatches line up in the marina, that filled with oceanic restaurants. Blocks of urban landscape transcends into the harbour creating postcard quality images that are simply breathtakingly beautifull. No wonder this place continues attract streams of people from as far away as seattle to come and live and work here. And i get to see all this everyday as i drive home from work. Sometimes i forget how lucky i am.

We had the elections on Sat to decide the parliament, where 61 seats were contested for and the party with the majority seats decides the parliament. Labour under MP Clark did a clean sweep, although National led by 10% at 30% votes being counted. Glad to hear that it'll be another Labour govt for these reasons :-

1. National supports the Bush policies on invading Afghan and Iraq.
2. National intends to abolish ethnic indegenious seats in parliament.
3. National head left his wife and married s'porean secretery he was having an affair with in 1989, who now writes most his kiasu speeches.

A mate who is a manager at a hotel here came around the house on the weekend. He mentioned that earlier today Jessica Alba checked into his hotel and that he personally tended to her and her 3 bodyguards. According to him, in person shes as hot as she is on TV. Shes in town to shoot a Tiger Beer advert with the s'pore crew after angelina jolie turned them down.

Shes cool to talk to and had even lived here in this town before for 2 years doing i don't know what. Staying at the penthouse, shes taken another suite just for a changing room, which my mate gave her at 50% discount. She was so thankfull that she insisted on doing something for him. He settled for an autographed photo of her for his wife. Good eh? Then while were were talking, a call from his staff came in that Jessica got her CD stuck in the player in the room. He instructed the staff to go out to buy that very same CD and that he'd take care of this in the morning. Talk about dedication. And how was your weekend?

Finally

2005-09-12T13:16:00.000-07:00

I am so glad and relieved that finally someone has the courage to speak out the truth against governments of the biggest terrorists of the 20th century, who for the last couple of years had illegally (without UN mandate) attacked and occupied 2 soveriegn nations and murdered hundreds of thousands of its inhabitants. All this destruction is justified for by the non-conclusive search of WMD. Lame excuse. The murderous ~~pussies~~ cows wiped out entire generations of the occupied population by pressing the 'bomb' buttons on their F18s. There isn't a more ruthless, mercyless bunch to have walked the face of the earth.

Good for you TDM. Let the scums walk out. The truth shall be heard.

The Sun Freak

2005-09-08T17:18:00.000-07:00

Summer days are always a welcomed sight here. The days are warmer while the nites are shorter. Despite the heavy clouds covering the southern skies, the sun shines its rays quite elegantly to warm up the days while the cooling breeze keeps the temprerature at a bearable level. This kind of weather is actually quite good for sunbathing to soak up the warmth while hanging out. Mlayu call it 'bersantai', cantonese call it 'chee lang fai' while the indians call it 'phoogharendeek muthal'. Whichever term you want to use, theres no arguing about the pleasures one gets from ~~a doggie mount~~ summertime. Looking around me, most public parks are actually quite full with sun worshippers either just flying frisbee or playing catch.

Theres a particular piece of parkland just next to the office and on days like these you'd get about 20 people lying out there. Chicks in skimpy 2 piece bikinis are quite a common sight there, occasionally you'd get the 3-4 Uni chicks dropping their tops to keep the tan evened through the nips. Sure i can understand how weird it might look with just a tiny white strip across the nips. Best to even out them lines. You can almost tell that the bare-breasted chicks are from the Uni by the books they carry and their ~~redish nipples~~ the iPod they have hooked on their ears. You can see almost the entire park from the company lounge window, and whenever theres toppless chicks tanning their assets, the upstairs lounge would normally be full of guys, usually asian programmers.

Coming home that afternoon, i peeked from my bedroom window into my neighbor's lawn to see if laurie was doing any nude sunbathing that day. For those who missed my post on my notty neighbor, Laurie is my 38 yo kick-ass, blonde, toned buttock'd neighbor who enjoys sunbathing nude in the privacy of her own lawn. You see her lawn is completely private with no line of sight from the outside. Its shaded by a mushy big tree on all sides and a wooden fence with my house. Only my bedroom window has a view into her lawn. I'm sure shes aware of this, but like a true voyeur i don't think she minds. She lives with her husband and 3 small kids.

About a year ago, i caught her and husband 'doing it' in their lawn. I couldn't believe my luck. The 'free show' lasted about 25 mins and made me smile for a week. But there were no free shows today. I'll still keep my eyes peeled for Laurie in her tiny bikini when she gets home from work today. Its bound to happen sometime this week i'm sure, after all she is an absolute sun freak.

I have seen some beautiful things in this world. Mountain tops with snow, Rainfall landing on a lake. I've seen rainbows come and go, After a long cool rain. Many of orange sunsets, From a window seat of an antique train. A waterfall in a clear lake, The vines growing at their delight. Never knowing the difference, Between the dark and night. Footsteps in the sand, I have made a few. Of all the earth's beautiful things, None have a beauty such as YOU.

The Unkept Secret

2005-09-05T14:42:00.000-07:00

The wind blew against her soft wavy hair. It was not a strong gush, but it was cold enough to turn her rosy cheeks red and her lips cherry numb. I pulled her close to me and held her tight, knowing that by this time tomorrow it would all end, just as fast as it had begun. I could feel her warm rounded body press against mine and her warmth flowing on to my body bringing with it all the pleasures on a cold windy night. The threaded jumper i had on had a rear tear that she used to put her hands through to press against my shivering body. For these last 2 months, she had belonged to me. She was all mine to hold, to care for and to please. But the summer nites were too short for any kind of jiving and the days seemed to past as fast as the breeze it blew, blowing all the groove with it as it left.

Dani was a near perfect 10. She was sweet and had legs like gweneth palthrow and looked like a playboy model when she wore a 2 piece bikini. She wasn't very busty but most models aren't either and had the most redish nipple that stood like pencils on a cold winter's nite. I had been introduced to her during a m'sian party by mat, the guy she was then dating. They had just started dating and already mat was head over heals. Who could blame him. After a few weeks she moved into his flat and whenever i came around to visit mat, she would come out of the bedroom in her tiny bra-less top to say hi. She must have noticed my eyes transfixed on those pointy pair, and would smile and excuse herself, before her man notices my eyes and my smile.

After a couple of months, summer had arrived and mat was going home for 2 months to announce his recent engagement to his family and see Dani's family in JB. Dani couldn't go as she had another paper to sit through during the summer months. So she was set to stay while her fiance mat flew home for 2 months. To save rent during summer months when most student go off on holiday or go home, it was common for the students who are staying to team up and stay together. So one sunday morning i got a call from Dani asking whether she could move in as her other housemates had gone interailing while my housemates have also gone home. I told her it was cool with me and she turned up at my doorstep a couple of hours later.

I opened the door and was breathlessly pleased to see such a stunner, she had a knee length white skirt that showed off her tight but dark g-string, quite noticeably transparent against the white skirt. She wore a tight tiny top showing off her magnificent assest underneath. I liked what i saw but restrained myself from shreading her nude and eating her alive, as mat was a decent bloke with good intentions. What did i get myself into. I helped her move her stuff in and sat down to coffee, a cigarette and a chat to calm my nerves. Its all good. But the chat grew more and more intense and personal until i felt myself physically drift closer to the inevitable. She didn't make it any easier when she kept asking me about my love life, the girls i date and what kinda chicks would i be into ..... all this while she sat leg up on the chair and showed some well tonned leg flesh to get my engines running.

I closed my eyes and grit my teeth almost imagining her screams as i entered her, while cluthing those firm pair. Knowing how wrong it would have been, i stood up and cleared my throat. "I'll see you tomorrow ... i'm having a shower and dozing off later. Say hi to mat if you call him later. G' nite". She raised her eyebrows and waived me good night. As i was coming out of the shower there she was standing in my narrow corridor in a towel barely covering her firm butt cheeks from behind. I could feel my horn enroaching the surface of my skin and making a stand. She moved towards me and undid the towel around her as 2 lips met with an explosive outcome.

Tonight mat is arriving to meet his beautiful fiance after 2 months. This was going to be our last moments with each other. After 2 months of feeling joy, now i was feeling sorrow. She had moved out from my flat back into mat's flat just yesterday. I had solely missed her presence, her smell, her touch ... her kisses. And now as i dropped back to her car before she drives to the airport to pick mat up, i feel a sense of loss. As she got down from my car, i lit a cigarette and feverishly smiled to her. Closing the car passenger door, she looked back at me with those innocent eyes and smiled back. Both of us knew that the last 2 months was to be just a memory .. never to be remembered of again.

That was the last we saw of each other. Friends tell me that Mat & Dani had a lavish wedding in Dewan Merak Kayangan a few months later and bought a house in the USJ area where they live with their 2 adorable kids. Somethings are meant to be kept a

Tanggal 31 ... Bulan 8 .. 57

2005-08-29T17:03:00.000-07:00

Hari merdeka is the one celebration that trully gets me into that holiday buzz. Like getting pissed on montana homebrew. I guess its because it always falls on a weekday and the couple of days before that people would dissapear from the office saying that they're practising for the marches only for me to bump into them during lunch breaks at KLCC. Liar .. liar pants on fire. But here, merdeka is indeed celebrated with such moderation. Moderation but with the same degree of love and affection to tanah tumpah darahku, for a lot of us here at least. Its amazing how strongly you feel about your country when your 10,000 miles away from home. The time shall soon come for me to go home again, and when i do it shall be a joyous moment i'm sure.

M'sians here have for the celebrations organized an event taking place on the 3rd Sept at the event center in town. For $50 you get a full course m'sian dinner with dance and song performances and a bit of socializing in true m'sian spirit to remind most people here of the country from which they came from 20 years ago. Most use it as a social event to get together and chat about how ugly life was like in m'sia and how good life is here after 20 years. They use it as an occasion to remember the what they had, and what they have now. Such a meaningfull event for them.

But for some, the event is meant as a comemeration of the past struggles of our forefathers, that in turn helps encourages our current struggles to survive and succeed in our beloved adopted country yet still retaining the very m'sian values that made us a great country in the first place. Alls good ends well. So as a move to support the initiatives of my fellow countrymen, i have decided to go for the m'sian merdeka dinner, although ~~the m'sian twat who sits in front of me~~ some m'sians hve decided to stay away saying that it reminds them too much of how they where deprived and denied of oppertunities. Go fly kite. They prefer to say they're singaporean rather than m'sian, although they often get thrown out of singapore get-togethers. I hope they don't come. The occasion would be quite an expensive one as such the tickets are priced to cover the costs. I heard that the govt is only giving $200 bucks to sponsor the event. Pityfull indeed. Malaysia air is sponsoring a grand, while Opus limited (local company bought by UEM) have put up 2 grand. This definately helps but is surely not enough to cater for 500 guests. Shiver me timbers.

M'sians at work have organized merdeka lunch at a restaurant this fri. It'll be a good fri afternoon to chill out and unwind after a hard day at work. An occasion for us to talk and exchange stories on what we've been working on all this while. Hell i'm all for it so show me the way. Selamat hari Merdeka my dear friends. May your weekend be a productive one.

Say Hi to uncle Bill will ya

2005-08-22T13:08:00.000-07:00

The company i work for can sometimes be a boring place to be in between the hours of 8 to 5. Yeah really. Theres always someone rushing off to meeting room while clutching some xeroxed documents while faint laughter could be heard in between partitions when someone tells a bad joke that even zainframe wouldn't pull. Sad mfs. But after working here for 2 years, the boredom is almost immunising and often discarded by finding something interesting to keep myself busy with, besides eyeballing clara to try to catch her nipples through the braless crack through her unbuttoned top. They have that perfect erect shape, with standing pointy nipps like katie holmes'. Guys are always eyeballing her ans she knows it. Thats probably why she often ditches the bras.

The one thing i have grown to like doing during office hours is going to the office cafe on level 2 and having a coffee with a french dude from the french capital. I would do coffee upto sometimes 3 times a day with Hector, and we'd talk about expectations, work, relationships and life in our own countries. Often we'd talk for almost 1 hour in the cafe.

Hes been a good friend these last couple of months. Hector has worked here almost as long as i have, but our friendship started only 4 months ago after i got back from my asian holiday. I guess we were both too busy with work then to want to chill and bitch about the company. Hector was really a top class engineer with ground breaking skills in emerging technologies. He really knows his stuff. Often we would enter into deep conversations about technologies and how the company had failed in adopting it.

Then about 3 weeks ago over a coffee session, Hector told me that he'd tendered his resignation and was leaving at the end of Aug. I was devistated that my good friend was going away soon. To a better life i suspect. Who would i have my long coffee breaks with now? Who would i indulge in deep conversations about life and expectations with now? And who would i bitch about the company with every morning? My life would not be the same after hes gone. Words could not describe the dissappointment that went through me that evening. So i invited him and his gf over to the house for dinner on the weekend.

Hector arrived for dinner rather early that weekend. His gf was the most charming mancunian lass. Dinner was good. We chatted about lotsa things, but mainly how the company sucked and how it was a relief to jump jobs some place else.

"Have i told you where i'd be going?" asked Hector while i passed him the rice.

"No you haven't actually . .. where are you going mate?" i replied casually knowing that this guy was pretty secretive.

"Microsoft in redman .. but don't tell anyone in the office k." said Hector.

It turned out that they flew him out there for a weekend for the live interview some weeks ago and have recruited him to help work on their new product just launched last month. I was really happy for him, but yet dissapointed that i would have to find a new coffee mate. Good luck Hector. Say hi to uncle bill for me will ya.

Ananda and the Siamese Monk

2005-08-14T15:01:00.000-07:00

I can't believe the govt now wants pre-paid SIMs to be registered. Its got to be one of the worst desicions of the year no doubt. Blow me hard. The blow me somemore. With this rather authoritative legislation, the govt through telco operators could eventually move to identify any registered subscriber when a call is made or SMS is sent anywhere in the country. This is all not possible at the moment as pre-paid services were designed to be a short term calling service thats cheap, nasty and easy to subscribe to.

That is probably why this service is was so appealing to the public, especially in a rather fragile subscription based economy where comidities and services have a shorter life cyle compared to in the US or europe. Its low price and uncomplicated provisioning methods make it a success in this country.

In a hasty move to regulate the all-this-while non-regulated but competitive telecoms industry, the govt has passed a recent law that requires pre-paid SIMs to be registered. This legislation is seen as a bold move to underscore the need to id and eventually prosecute unpatriotic calls or rumour-based SMSs', which are said to be the main causes of instability within governmental domains. The story was that some senior ministers were getting unsolicited SMS msgs complaining about their free bungalows and wild ~~swinger~~ AP parties. What pissed them off was that they couldn't get the cops to take any action on this for they had no idea where the SMSs were being sent from. Then on the weekends while some ministers were at their gf's ~~seri ayu~~ apartment, someone calls and shouts obscenities over the phone. And again these rich dudes could do nothing, except create a law that helps to protect them.

All is good for the govt, but what does this mean for normal subscribers? For one experts say this additional regulatory framework would need a new system and procedure put in place to manage this entire cycle, where operators would as they often do, would get the public to pay for the whole thing. Isn't increased petrol prices enough to stuff us average joes? Now you bring this down on us, just because you were paranoid about who sent you the laced SMS last nite? Get real. Live with it will you?

The level of regulatory enforcement here is expected to hinder and stump the burst of subscribers that fuel the expansion of the telecoms industry that out country had witness over the recent years. ~~Uncle SAM, papa Joe, hishamudin~~ Authorities can filter through calls and messages to id political opponents, hate messages or internal rumours. It all works nicely for them .... but is it good enough for us? You be the judge.

Its been 5 years since ....

2005-08-09T18:07:00.000-07:00

Just came back from the city after another session of an ongoing chat i've been having with company X as a potential employer. Company X was a company that had offered me a position in 2001 that i declined after signing the appointment letter, due to objections from my then current employer. Back then, i went through 3 rounds of interviews before they offered me the position which i eagerly signed off and returned to then. The job was supposed to have started in 2 months so i carried on to submit my resignation from my current employer then and proceeded to party for the remaining 2 months.

But on my employer's side things were different. Trouble was brewing. The fact that they were in the midst of setting up a new company with me as a composite member of the senior management, pissed them off to have received my tender. At first i tghought my GM had a crush on me. Shes the type of chick that loves wearing office skirts that would slit open all the way up to her toned butt i noticed. The shirt she always wore would always miss the top button to flash some black lace bra. For a divorcee, she was pretty hot stuff. Through her tight think top, you could see that her body was that of a virgin, tight on the butt cheeks and firm on the breasts. Many times i thought of bathing her in milk and honey and then drinking her dry. But that day, she was my adversary. Someone that stood in the way of my final escapade to a better paycheck and reserved parking. The management quoted clauses in my employment contract and was ready to file for damages if i did leave. And so I was virtually forced to retract my resignation and stay on with the company, only for them to go bankrupt a few months later. Crap .. crap .. crap.

So now, only time would tell if Company X would want me again after i virtually tore up their appointment letter to their face, in favour for my GM's transparent balck knickers. Time will tell.

What m'sians far from home talk about

2005-08-07T14:25:00.000-07:00

They say a picture paints a thousand words. UMNO youth did paint a thousand words at the recent UMNO general assembly when hishamuddin gave a firery speech on the malay agenda. Waving a keris, he solemnly declared that malay soverienity in the country should be restrored and reflected in the new economic plan. I was wondering what the average Joe and normal Jane thinks of this whole fiasco?

Here it is implied that much of the country's current resources, oppertunities and future have continuosly been monopolized by a particular sosio-economic society, that denies a fair share to the rest of the country. Does this implication stand? Or is it just blatant lie and an avenue to garner support to further strenghten the organization's position in the government? It is indeed a monumental event in the recent UMNO general assembly for an address of this proportion to take place now is it not? What does the country think about it? Is it a good thing or will it be a factor of civil destruction to hinder our already late progression of the country into the new era economic prosperity and civil tolerance. What do you think of this?

Cuti-Cuti Malaysia

2005-07-27T13:20:00.000-07:00

As i grill through my hectic work days of pure boredom and monotonous routines, my mind was somewhat distracted by a webadvert i saw on cheap flight tickets to asia. I was immediately captivated by how cheap the tickets were and how much fun i'd have on another trip to KL. Its been 5 months since i'd been back and a sweet holiday out in the sun would definately get the veins pumping again and my life with something good to work for. It had been years since i last worked in KL, but thoughts of how it was to have worked there was still fresh on my mind. The thing that i remembered most i guess were the holiday breaks. Back then, i would take short escapade breaks out to PD or cherating to quench boredom whenever it kicked in. I guess working in the consultancy business then allowed me to work from remote locations, including in a wicked hotel room that faces the pool on a deserted beach in tregganu in the middle of the week where the cook and recept would know me by name and offer personalised services to cater. As long as i had a phone socket, much of my work then needed to just be emailed across to the other managers, who probably were themselves on another beach somewhere seeing some action i reckon.

As i thought about how my life would improve with a wicked holiday in KL this Dec, my fingers picked up the phone and started dialing daphne's number. Daphnes a sweet 29 yo m'sian chick who works for a travel agentcy in town. Shes been here 5 years and lives in with her mat salleh bf. I think she likes it here, but i constantly tease her to go home and marry a PJ boy instead. She just smiles and tells me to get lost. The first time i met her was about 2 years ago when i went to her office to get my tickets for a KL trip. We started talking after she introduced herself as a m'sian and now the whole family uses her for all our tickets home. Always nicer to deal with ur fellow m'sians eh? She gives us the best price in town and is also flexible on shifting flight schedules. We love you daphne.

I hoovered the phone to my ear and held it up with my shoulder to my neck as soon as my fingers finished dialling. The phone went into a ringing tone before it did a click when i heard the voice on the other end of the line say "Hello daphne here".

"Hi ya.... its me. How have you been? whats ticket prices like in early Dec to KL with stopovers in Jakarta?" i asked in a hurried fashion. In the office, i usually cut small talk.

"Its $1400 but you'd have to be quick. Tickets would gone soon this time of year." she said.

I thanked her and said that i'd call to confirm as soon as i got my leave cleared. "Bye now .. and say hi to Charles for me will you" i said before i put down the phone. Slumping on my chair and thinking of sweet KL booties already, i quickly sum up the benefits of a trip to KL in dec. Boooya!

1. Raiding KLCC for cheap ISETAN clothes, dockers pants and aseana's daging rendang with ais aseana drinks. Smoke sessions at the asena are also a wicked way to chill out while having teh tarik. I can't wait.

2. Taking out a beach front villa in cherating and spending 3 solid days out on the beach and pool, having lunch at the hotel and seafood dinner out in the nelayan village for a meal of ur life. Definately the highlight of my trip home.

3. Called a good mate today who works in Bangkok for Halliburton. Told him i'm coming over for 3 days. Hope his thai gf doesn't mind me bungking over, i promise i'll be good and not walk around nude in the flat. Also would be great to be able to make use of his driver to get me to places. Nothing like bangkok traffic jams.

4. Did i say i was also doing jakarta and bali on transit for a couple of days?

This'll definately start my new year with a bang. Boooya!

Today in News

2005-07-24T13:53:00.000-07:00

FRANCE, Over the last couple of days, all the major newspapers were talking about how Lance Armstrong had won yet another tour de France competition on the Alps. This half man half machine had been able to win at least 3 consecutive races within the span of a couple of years i understand. Hes so popular that french chicks take their top off when he bikes passes them and grown men even have his pin-up poster on their walls next their playmate calendar. Hes an icon, an idol and an i-want-to-be, especially this time of year.

Armstrong's stamina, strength and determination have inspired hundreds of athletes around the world to strive to achieve success and make a mark in the world of sports, much like he did. But a team of sports scientists began studying Armstrong and found his heart to be 30% larger than the average male of his body mass. His heart was said to be of the size of a male of 7 feet in height and that it produced 23% more energy pumping at the same rate that ones in other normal humans. Goes to say that his heart untrained, had the same burn rate as one that had been training for 12 years. Just think of what it can do when its fully trained. I wonder if the same scientists could study my slightly larger body parts?

LONDON, in a chaotic frenzy after discovering 3 new bombs on public transport in the city, cops shot a brazillian dude 5 times in the head at close range simply for failing to stop when they told him to. News reports said cops pinned him down and shot him through the head 5 times after he ran when they told him to stop. There was however no reports that the brazilian was a terrorist or that they found traces of explosives in his gear.

Heck for all you know he could have been just an ordinary tourist who ran when someone pointed a gun and shouted at him. Since when do cops out there carry out a death sentence when told to stop? I hated the city enough, now with cops running around and passing out death sentences by shooting through the head 5 times, i'm definitely banning myself from ever stepping foot there. Barbarians.

I didn't get the rental place in the bush i was talking about last week. Called a day after seeing the place with the owner and was told that it went to someone else. Bullocks. And it even had a tree house and a jacuzzi in the bathroom. What a downer. Today at 3, i'm seeing a place thats about 500m from the beach and looks like a hollywood house from the outside.

Its going for $380 p.w. and is about 5 mins further from where i currently live. If i like it, i'm talking the price down to $350 before i put the money where the honey is.

My Day was *##$$**?

2005-07-18T16:47:00.000-07:00

Yesterday had been a long day at work. I had been keeping busy with uncharted work while balancing my social pledges to the 2 different political sides gunning to win the favourite player of the year company popularity title. While all this was happening the loud m'sian fresh grad sitting opposite me is giving me a headache i can do without, with his loud piercing shreik like voice saying all these english words in an asian slang while trying to act smart talking about his work. Wish i could stuff my sock in his socket. Hes definately got singapore blood in him..

AT about 4, i turned my desktop off and raced for the door avoiding the meeting room where all the managers were in talking like retired politicians. I never cared for such passiveness. Passing through like a cat burglar, i made a bee line to the front doors and dashed to the car for a meeting with the property agent. My ride took me deep into the pine wood forest to the place i was looking at for renting. Arriving at the front gates, i notice the front road leading to the house was a rather small forest like tar'd single lane path surrounded by thick pine trees. Going through the front gates, the house looked solid with a front yard thats covered with trees on all sides. Its definately a character home in the bush. Its got 3 rooms, a back yard big enuf for a swimming pool that the neighbours have plus its got a basement room with a tiny rumpus room all with its own toilets and shower. I immediately liked and wanted it. Gee weez.

This morning i called the agent and faxed the right docs and stuff and hopefully can get to pay for it this evening. I'm paying 3 weeks rent with no fixed term contract for sub-letting. Meanwhile in the office, i'm getting a political bullocking by PM when my build script pulls in a different version of the SDK release last fri. And hes going around telling the test engineer "Oh its not ur fault" .. like yeah great work test engineers, for discovering that the SDKs were a version different this morning when i sent out an email on it specifying the SDK version numbers, last fri after the build. Yeah right on its not ur fault. Bullocks! Then he tells the SDK engineer "And its not ur fault either" .. sugguesting that it was mine. You see the SDK engineer should not have crated another SDK in that CVS branch without notifying anyone (especially me). So its my fault for creating this build then sending out mail on it and its SDK version last fri, that they kept mum about till today. Cheapskaters. And when i pounded him with my reasons for why it wasn't my fault, he jokingly showed me his firearms liecence. See if i care.

But i can't be bothered, hes not my boss and i'm too engrossed with the house i saw yesterday to wank over what hes not happy with. 5 reasons to be happy today :-

1. Thank god i sold my house and can leave this job on a moments notice whenever i feel like it. All this without having to get a new job before leaving. If i'm really pissed, i can even leave this country without much hassle and minimal down time.

2. The new house looks like a cottage in the bush that i used to think that only rich people lived in. Funny how i can afford it now that its standard rent they're asking. The neighbour has a swimming pool in their back yard, could mean pool parties and bikini chicks.

3. Went for lunch with office mate and discovered that hes also thinking of leaving soon but would need to find a suitable other job first before jumping, which he plans to do ASAP. We talked about office politics and decided on whos who on the political landscape that was to be avoided in normal office dealings.

4. Govt finally produced a list of AP holders in m'sia and most of them were the big shot datuks multi-billionaire type with 10 million dollar bungalow houses in DH. So finally i get to understand where they get their riches from. Is wealth meant to be spread like butter? Its definately a regulatory issue when no-one checks how too rich these people were getting, when the APs should have been transferred to someone else and not just ~~MITI officers, politicians, relatives~~ businessmen.

5. I'm alive and healthy.

Things to do over the weekend

2005-07-17T14:00:00.000-07:00

Its been a while since i had the time to utterly write on this site. Things have been going real fast over the last couple of weeks and i've been dogging it since. But the weekend was cold one, usually i'd be curled up in a thick duvet watching reruns of i love lucy. Sad as it may seem, i reckon its the best way to spend a cold freezy weekend avoiding frost bites. But this weekend was a bit different. The all blacks had beaten the Lions 3 straight games in a row and Tana Umaga displayed such brilliant skills, so inspiring that i almost headed down for a game at the local club. But nah .. i didn't need any broken bones this week. Thoughts of what i should do this weekend came to mind.

1. Solve world energy crisis so that everyone gets cheap energy to live on. No more dependency on petrol.

2. Form movement to rid the world of bloodsucking oil companies that rape the land and exploit its people to post a 50% profit while handing out bonuses to its senior management.

3. Go out to the local singles bar and come home with a curvy blonde name ingrid , with standup peckers and a brazillian wax job, who'll stay the week in my bed with her clothes on the floor.

4. Go house hunting again for a place to live. Did i tell you that i just sold my house after just 4 months for 12g more? I just found a brilliant place to rent in the bush. Its on a lonely balik-pulau type of road deep in the jungle. It has 3 rooms and all of them face the thick pine forest. Its like living in a remote cottage, the tyope you see on tv. Am seeing the agent today.

5. Visit parents and listen to them grumble about my way of life and my values. I'd usually have a smoke before i go see them ... and 1 after. Keeps my head straight i always think.

A Dawghouse in the Dumps

2005-07-06T12:46:00.000-07:00

It was a restless Saturday nite back in 93 and my juices were pumping at max speed that nite telling me to do something notty. With promiscuity first on the list, I called gf, but was told that she was too tired to 'ride' that nite, after 3 consecutiove days just 'riding'. Soreness was her excuse. I was cool with that. I had already done the clubs last week and was bored to my guts with the Physics and Further Mechanics classes i had attended that same morning. Needed to getaway and to taste the ocean even if it was only for a couple of hours. The weekend had just arrived and JPA had just deposited the monthly allowences that day. Without much thought i decided on a road trip to PD pronto. I had the car, the crew and dosh. All i needed was some drunk party college girls willing take their top off for some free drinks and this party was sorted. But unfortunately it was too late in the night and all the ~~desperate~~ crazy chicks i knew were already in bed. Probably with dudes they picked up at the singles bar in KL. My roomates would do i thought.

Like a clown in a circus, I went center stage and announced my plans to do a road trip to PD that nite and offered my roomates the golden oppertunity to ride the wind with me and be wild for just this nite. They were easily persuaded to go when i told them how easy PD chicks were and how they skinny dipped on clear moonlight. We stocked up some chicken to BBQ that nite and drove off in a convoy of about 3 cars. My car in front, we pulled out from the college gates while waving goodbye to our sorry ass friends who would be staying up half the nite studying Mechanics in their rooms. Wohooo! PD here i come.

After about 2 blocks down the road, i felt my peddle become numb and my car stand to a halt. The other 2 cars behind me pulled up behind me as everyone got down to ask me what went wrong. "I dunnow, it just died on me" i shot back. We all got down while i popped the hood to take a look at the engine. Hoping to id the problem and fix it so that we could again be on our way to sweet PD. But that just didn't happen. After about 30mins looking under the hood lighted only by street lamps, we sort of felt that PD was not going to happen.

Of all the wankers i had to meet that nite, it had to be 2 dirty cops looking for street hookers and drugged up pimps in the sek 8 area to pau. Aku + krew were minding our own business working on the car when these 2 dirty cops pulled up and started asking us what we were doing. Not knowing we were local students, one of them became really abusive and out of control when we told them that our marshall car aka turbo charge rosak and mechanic F1 dok tengah repair. The basturd couldn't shut up and kept on going about how we it was against the law to have a broken down eagle car parked on a public street. He must think we enjoy sitting out at 1am with marinated chickens in the bonet working on a car with the hood opened in dim street light. So as a true member of keadilan, i called him bapak anjing and spat on him. The dirty cop was so scared, when he noticed that my balls were the size of his car and proceeded to call for back up and in notime at all .. some plain clothed cops pulled up in non-marked cars ready to take on little ol me. Standing there like a true member of keadilan .. i gathered the courage that DSAI had taught us to have and stood my ground. When they asked us where we lived, one of us pointed to the lighted room just 500 meters from where we stood. Realizing we were students, the became less of a dickhead and took us to the local balai to scare us.

At the balai, i was ready again to spring into action by taking out the 5 cops at the front desk and arming myself with their automatics, but my friends held me down and told me that it wasn't worth it. I was told to apologise so that we could be on our way. I looked at the dirty dawgs with disgust before i blurted a fake apology like the one rahim tamby chick gave the underaged chicks family, after getting caught doing the wild thing with her on a public beach at midnight. The dogs released us soon after dawn when their shift finished before they went home to screw their sleeping wives.

Walking back from the doghouse at dawn i sensed the resentment in my friends' eyes about how i had got them in trouble that nite, but i reminded them that ... like us, this victimisation of the innocent had happend so many times and is probably still happening as we speak .. to millions of m'sian all across the country .... it is now time for us to fight back. Lets take our country back from these dawgs. Although the event that happened that nite was such a small gesture to symbolise freedom and justice ... compared to DSAI's 6 year sentence, i will always cherish the moment when we took a stand to fight back and to take back our country back from the evil and deceit. I now smile when people ask me what my contribution to justice was. One small step for us ... is one giant leap for mankind. God Bless.

The New President

2005-06-30T17:35:00.000-07:00

The company I work went through a recent take over by an american technology corporation based in the US. Boo yah! Bring it on. The yanks saw this company as a money spinning technology company that was poised to take on the world and to produce revolutionary electronics what would reshape the GPS navigation landscape. Yup we were seen as that promising. If only they knew the real things that we got on with from 8-5. I only wished that half of what I said was true. So within 3 months of buying us up, they sent Gorankivic a company man from the US office to run things here as the new president. Now I have not yet spoken to him but seeing him walk by the office told me that he was a proper company man that was sent to run things americano style. When he arrived, the senior managers were aprehensive and negatively opinionated about the new chief. You see management were worried that their fat salaries would be restructured for whats its worth. They worried about their $1million houses and how they were going to be paid if anything went different on the salary side. These were the worries that came along with the new president.

I later found out that Gorankivic was serbian american and had worked as a key manager in some of the parent company's other subsidaries and that this president position was to reward him for some his his good work done in the US. Funny enough, my team lead is resigning pretty soon and his replacement is Hymei, a snr engineer from the palm OS team. Incidently Hymei is also serbian and came here about 4 years ago following his parents who were biological scientists working in the city. I have a pretty good relationship with Hymei and he sits just behind me. We hang out pretty often and relate better as both of us are foreigners I should say. Last week Hymei started hangging out with our president Gorankivic as both some from the same neighbourhood in Serbia i am told. Talk about connection to the main man. Heck if hymei does connect with upstairs this puts me in a better position to voice out issues i reckon. Already I know that the president is dissapointed with our product. He tells Hymei that in Minnesota, his merc has an incar unit that could get GPS signals even from his basement car park, while our product requires like a drive a round the block before signal is established. Little thoughts of the president like this do add up and amount to something.

The days here were getting more fashinably monotonous and less exciting. I hear that when this happens, its time to leave. Leave I would like but where shall i be employed then? Its not that this city is a big and full of oppertunities as good old KL. Even now I hear jobs are dwindling back home. So for a city of just 1million inhabitants, the next place of employment would be a worry if i left here. There are 2-3 good companies recruiting but I wouldn't stake my money on those places being a fun'ner place to work or more lucrative to work in for all that its worth. Thank god for the weekend.

Life -O- Life

2005-06-29T18:47:00.000-07:00

Can't believe it. Petrol goes up to USD60 per barrel and Petronas is organizing another street party as its profits soar. While the govt is fixed on passing the new prices to the consumer, Petronas is drying up our oil reserves by increasing their production and doubling their management salaries. Now with the economy drying up and jobless grads so plentifull like prostitues in federal hotel, i do believe that some people should be more reserved and responsible in displaying immediate wealth. Especially when its the country's unshared wealth that is flashed. After pillaging the coasts of tregganu for its natural resources for decades, BN Petronas decided that they would stop payments to the newly elected PAS govt for all the oil they've been taking of the state's coast. Its its all free oil for them, just like the money the make from selling it. All free.

So why are we alright with higher petrol prices when already almost everything we spend on, from toll to fish prices goes up as a tail-whirl effect? How does this justify the fate of normal wage earning families with mouths to feed? And with unemployment on the rise, I wonder whose doing the inflation control? Zeti? Samy? Whats more, cars are 200% taxed and everybodys ok with it. Heck my ALevel friends are even spending more on second cars, than I ever did on a house! I just don't get it. Are we really sure of economic sustainity? Are our jobs so secured that we could be guaranteed of salary incentives going up for the forth comming years? God I wished I could strip naked and protest in front of KLCC against big oil companies depleting our natural resources and not giving anything back.

Most of my friends tell me that their salary increaments are about as often as a politician apologizing. Never, almost. But yet, everything is going up in prices. Even an oil message with KiKi from China, at the Armada Hotel is more expensive now. Will our lives be forever changed to accomodate these new prices? Would a second job now be normal thing for our society? Would this also then create a whole new generation of urban misfits and delinquents who now lack basic paternal guidance when their parents are too busy working a second job to pay for the new sofa. I am so messed up, I need to sit.

Drifting away from it all. I am however impressed by the positivity shown by the faces i have seen, the characters I have known and the personalities I have met. Not a glit of dispair, frustration or desperation shown. Its people are truly amazing. What great patients and unreal forgivefullness in them. The smile and embrace me with their warmth and love. I am lucky to know of a place that beacons of love and respect, like no other place on this earth. Its these reasons that make me want to return sooner. These reasons that make me want to smile and stay here, permanently. For the little things and the other things in life, home will be home. This will be home. Hi Jack! No! my name is not Jack. (shows gun) Hijack!

How bout 1 for the Road darling?

2005-06-14T12:14:00.000-07:00

The recent weeks have been pretty gruelling with the old product finally all wrapped up and the roll out of the new product. All happening within the span of the last 2 weeks. I was absolutely busy, so much so that I didn't even have the time to visit an old friend when she was back in town over last weekend. Jeanna is a sweet 24 yo natural blonde with freckled skin thats smooth around the naked bum and smoother just around the hard nipples. Shes about 5'5", has nice medium sized boobies, a hard bum and has legs like a p0rn star. She dresses to flirt most of the time, especially during those desperate moments and shrugs off her bra whenever she gets a chance to. Guys on the street just love oggling her assest i noticed, which i think is rather voyueristicly sexy. I love seeing her erect nipples flank through her top on cold days. The fact that shes got a bf doesn't bother me a bit, in fact i think its cool that she gets to change flavours depending on her mood. Just like most guys i know do. I'm also happy that other persons gets to experience the excitement and pleasures that come from devouring this shag nymph and hearing her scream your name and whisper that she loves you as she lets you in. Sweet mama.

I met Jeanna about a year ago when she was working as a sales chick at the local FoodTown outlet. It was the afternoon and she looked innocently pretty in uniform with black stockings on her yellowish winter skin. Her shirt had buttons holding it down as it streched to contain her fleshy breasts that seemed they were popping out to greet me that afternoon. I was looking at ~~her~~ some muffins when she came by to say hi and to introduce me to ~~her muffins~~ their new line of products. She talked and talked ..and all the time i was looking at her red angelina jolie lips and restraining myself from making love to them. She knew there was an attraction there and i made no attempt to hide it. Signaling to her with body language and sending her signals to unclothe me then to let me show her penetration ecstasy .. again ...and again .. and again.

I finally snapped out from my ~~wet~~ day dream about Jeanna when she offered to show me where i could get decent coffee around the area. We exchanged names and promised to meet up after work in front of the supermarket that day. I gave her a warm last look, mainly at her boobies quantifying whether the width of my palm would fit the diameter size. I licked my lips and gave her a sensual John Wayne smile before heading off back to work. Walking back to the office I was almost run over by a dark VW when i swayed off the footpath as naked images of Jeanna sitting on me while she screams and cluthes her breasts, keep playing in my mind. Every dawg has his day. Was this mine? Only 1 way to find out.

At 5 that evening, i put my documents aside, turned off my PC and walked towards the FoodTown supermart, which was about 7 mins away from the office. Jeanna was already waiting in front of the supermart block. She was wearing a tight top and a short mini, obviously already changed from her Foodtown uniform. Looking at her, its hard to ignore her pencil-like nipples pointing skyward through her tight top that bares the shape of her curved toned breasts. I wonder if there is an exercise for shaping breasts? If there was one, it would be called jeanna. Her short minis, wasn't too short but short enough to show off her smooth skinny legs i so want to touch at that moment. We proceed on to the spanish cafe down the street and ordered 2 sets of coffee to drink.

Having coffee while restraining yourself from ripping her clothes off and rocking love on the comfortable sofa was so difficult. But i managed to do it, while keeping my sanity somehow. We casually chatted about life, work and love before she invited me over to watch the 70s Show at her place. I paused for the moment and nodded my head to show that shes in control and the ball is in her ~~beaver~~ court.

Jeanna lived with divorced mum, who rarely comes home with her partner. I only saw her mum twice ever, once topless for that matter. Probably after she had just had one in the bedroom and was going to the fridge for some bites. when she saw me, she just smiled and covered her sagging boobies with her bare hands. It was nothing new for an innocent virgin like me. Back to the story, when we got to her place it was about 9 and we watched some TV before she crouched over to give me a snogg. One thing led to another and before you know it i went under and got unconscious suffocated by her perky boobies that were rather rosy in colour suggesting that she'd been sunbathing recently. As i went under, i could hear orgasmic rhythm being swuaved to as she mounts and forces penetration on a dry surface. Pain was quickly replaced by pleasure. I reached around her waist to clunch a grasp of her firm bum, as the pace quickens. At this point my eyes grown faint and i fall into a deep deep unconscious state only to be awakened by her radio alarm clock at 5am. Time flies don't it baby? Bye now kiss kiss. I almost felt like duece biggolo the fishy tank cleaner, as i drove of from her porch into the darkness of the nite with a smile on my face and a fire in my pants.

Jeanna was indeeed a sweet chick. Sweeter on the inside i have to say. Her skimpy normanic body and toned bum kept me going for the next year or so before she moved out to Hamilton a few months back. And last weekend she called to say that she was in town briefly and staying at her mom's. As expected, I was invited over at about 9ish to caress the places she liked to be caressed in, and to mass thrust her in areas the tells me to, like a naughty school teacher instructing her curious student. But sadly, due to a demanding work schedule, i had to miss out. They'll be other times, i'm sure. A happy cat always comes back for for more i reckon.

Goodbye to Sandra Dee

2005-06-06T12:27:00.000-07:00

I had the whole weekend just thinking about stuff that i'd been wanting to experiment with on my winCE based application running on my Intel ARM Xscale device. Hell yeah. Since last week, I got an mp3 player running on my application and showed it to my PM, who seemed to love the idea of me tweaking the application and getting all sorts of gizmos running on it, so he could churn another product with these extra bits to reach ultimate KPis in his quest for company stardom. You see, if the company ever had a pin-up poster boy as a star, this guy was it. Hes successfully architectured 2 very profitable projects, managed the company's product roadmap for a year and single handedly brought company profits up by 30% through the projects he worked on. Hes fast, aggresive, witty and has a bottomless passion for technology on embedded devices. Probably the best PM i've ever worked with. Hes around 40yo and has had an amazing carreer with solid exposure running shows for big corps like Sony, Yahoo europe and Intell Australia. Hes even got exposure assisting Petronas installing their card based systems through a south african company as fronting the job. So working with him has really given me that boost from his know-how and drive. So when he'd heard about me getting my app to run shell winCE apps, he was really excited and wanted more.

The weekend was a long one. Queens b'day weekend the locals called it. It was 8 in the morn when i called up sandra to ask her out for a movie. Picking up the phone, a tired hung over voice at the end of the line told me that she'd been out partying last nite and probably had too much to drink for that matter. And here i was calling her up at 8 to ask her out to the mall. Nevertheless she still spoke to me in the most gentle feminine voice that would come out from her. She said she'll be ready in 1 hour and she'd see me out in her front yard. I was almost relieved that sandra, the girl from the office was cool about accompanying her workmate to drift at the mall. At exactly 9 i was already in front of sandra's 3 bedroom weatherboard house that she shared with her housemates, who seemed pretty cool about parading around the house in just their knickers, even when i come around to to chat about work with sandra. The whole house would be watching telly in their knickers and i'd just smile and try not to make it too obvious that i'm gazing them ripe but tight buns as they ignore my dirty looks. Sandra was the more conservative one, prefering to cover up when im around.

Sandra was already waiting outside for me by the time i arrived. She was in jeans and a heavy brown pull over that day. It had been cold all week and winter was fast approaching. I wasn't particularly dissapointed that she wasn't wearing anything sexy or so. After all sandra wasn't exactly a hot babe. Shes about 5'5" and has brownish hair with a freckled face. Her body was kind of thinnish with a rather flabby bum, older looking than her age of 29. Shes been married once but i hear its only lasted for a year or so. Shes alright but not the kind of person u'd have wet dreams about. As sandra sat down next to me, i put on some jazz on the radio and drove straight to the mall. Driving to the mall, sandra and i chatted about office politics and bitched about the office brit wankers and how they were getting too many. We reached the mall in no time at all and did coffee first before proceeding to buy star wars tickets.

The movie was ok but i didn't really enjoy it as much as i had first anticipated. Driving sandra home was another feat as she lived on the other side of the mall and i had to make turn intersection turns to get back on the main road to reach home. But it was a rather pleasant drive as sandra talked about her personal life and eventually about how little she was getting 'it'. She mentioned that her busy schedule was eating up her social life and was not getting laid as often. Poor sandra, maybe if she dressed a little more tartier and lost the bra, her chances of scoring would be better. But i stopped at that as i was pretty tired then and wanted to get home asap ready for work the next day. As i pulled up her drive way, she invited me in for coffee.

"Your eyes are really red, tired huh? come in for a quick coffee to stop u falling a sleep on the wheel." sandra spoke in avery nervous voice i remembered.

At first i hesitated as i was tired out of my mind and was looking forward to some zzzzzz but then maybe she wants me to watch her while she does her housemate or some kind of kinky fun that includes wendy, her half asian-half-aussie housemate whose perky bum crack has a habbit swallowing the thin knicker lines, when she walks around the house half naked.

"Ooohhh ... alright i'll come in only for a while." i shot back and smiled tastefully as i got down from the car and followed her into her house. The house was dark and sandra switched on all the lights as she came in. Looking around, i was dissapointed to see that the house was indeed empty and that none of her knicker wearing housemates were around to give me notty glances. Darn. i sat myself down on the dinning while she dissapeared into the back to make coffee i reckoned.

"Sandra .. i take mine black with 2 sugars k ..." i said in a rather loud manner, trying to drown the noises she was making in the kitchen. About a minute later sandra came out from the kitchen with my coffee. Comming out from the kitchen i was absolutely shocked to see her with streams of tears running down her cheeks.

"Whats happened? Are you alrite? Whats wrong?" i calmly asked.

"I did it last month with a stranger i met in a bar while drunk, and now i think i'm pregnant. What do i do? How shall i get over this?" she said crying as she said this.

I just shook my head, drank my coffee and told her to sleep it off.

"It'll be better tomorrow dahling. After all tomorrows another day." kinda reminds me of Rhett Butler said to scarlet o'hara, except sandra was more a courtney love than a scarlett o'hara. I drove my ass home and slept like a baby.

What about Mary?

2005-05-31T13:10:00.000-07:00

The next email i got from my dear ex-classmate who now works in Cyberjaya and spends his day looking ~~underneath~~ at women's skirts before he goes home to his kids, sternly reminded me that our class was of 33 not 32 .... and that i had forgotten about a particular sxrina lass in the class. Oh dear .. how could i forget. Especially after all the trouble she had caused and the trauma unearthed during our physics lessons. But i knew that subconciously, my sanity begged me to forget this one. Heres my excuse.

Sxrina .. this one is a tricky one. Last time we met was at the manchester sports games way back in 96 when posh spice was just another tart with sexy knickers. I was walking along, minding my own business when this dude pulls me up from behind and says hi to my face. Turning around, i caught a glimpse of what looked like a 1st year youngish looking student with 5, maybe 6 wankers around him. At first, i just ignored him, dusting his paws of the thread of my shirt. But the more i looked, the more shocked i was to discover that the young dude was actually a she .. and looking more, i remembered that this was the she that i did my alevels with a few years back. I was scraed at first, my i kept telling myself to keep calm and scream for help if anything goes wrong. Her name was rolling on the tip of my toungue but i couldn't remember it to say it. I paused for what seemed almost a minute as i tried my very best to hide my shock and isbelief as she looked at me and said 'sxrina lah' , to break the awkward silence. "Yes but of course .....

hi .. long time no see" i jolted back, again scanning for all available exits in the vacinity. Finding none, i knew i had to face the music and pretend that i was really glad to see her. ~~She~~ We spoke for a while when the group of 'diskank' looking misfits tapped her to signal that they needed to move on as they were late for the ~~satan~~ society meeting or something. I waved goodbye and prayed that none of my friends saw us talking, as i legged it far from the sight of her and her minions.

A few years ago the pilot dude told us that she married a 56 yo 1st mate of a fishing ship that had rescued her when her oil platform sank of the waters of borneo. It is not clear what has become of her now. The pilot dude would know. For me, some persons are best to be forgotten. Hell yeah.

To make things worse this week my f*cking web marshalls been blocking my access to the blogspot domain. Now I pretty much can't access this blog ot updates them comments. Those pathetic IT dawgs are just being anal. I've tidied up most of the outstanding bugs for my release and its now down to the PM to get his finger out his arse and point to a fixed release date for the EU market. God i need a holiday. Thanks god is the queens b'day next mon.

Looking Back in my Class Yearbook

2005-05-29T13:42:00.000-07:00

If you're like me, always wondering about the past like, what ever happened to that sweet chick i dated in school, or that perv i used to sit next to in class then you know that its essential to keep in contact with old class mates to know what had become of them. Of my ALevels class of 32 students in 1991, i only ever keep in touch with just a handfull of them. These are the ones with whom i got along in college, and whose growth into the working world were more or les parallel to mine and who ever called back to organize dinner at Mama's chop at Terminal 2, subang. With these kids, i kept in constant touch, had occasional get togethers to bitch about life and talk about women and exchange career advice once a while. But the majority of classmates i had, i never heard of from .. ever again. So when the subject of what ever happend to them.... was brought up recently, here is the story.

To answer yan's concern on the other classmates, here are my updates on them.

Mader - Last we heard he came back from UK and worked for Astro. but his lying alter ego got him in trouble again when he told Astro bosses that he was ceo in his last job. After some psycho evaluation, he was retrenched and rehired on contract but with similar pay. Now i hear he is in charge for japanese-to-english cartoon translations. But who cares about this one, his rich datuk dad would probably let him run the family company soon anyways. Is it true that he had a hot sister who likes wearing 2 piece g-string to the public swimming pools?

Nini - Last seen with balding hubby in customs office when they brought home a merc S class for dad. Everything is good when you flash dad's money aaaa.

Niza - this one was seen last in subang jaya with husband and kid. She worked for a company i can't pronounce but hated the job. Not much updates. Probably too busy making babies.

Lixa - last seen in bangsar shopping center with husband and nxrxl. she looks the same although husband looked like a dodgy itm student from my alevel days. undisclosed sources revealed that shes trying hard at becoming a good wife and is thinking of setting up a tv program called 'Extreme make over - malaysian edition' for some tv station starring her husband as the host and first candidate.

Ezrxdxnx - this one married the lost dude with different coloured shoes in a simple overseas ceremony to legalize her sexual needs then. This story has been confirmed by undisclosed sources who knew her and studied at the same uni as husband. the couple went seperate ways after she discovered that they were indeed other men that could bump n grind better than he ever could .. and they even lived closer to her. She came home as a divorcee, although denies it till this day, and worked as a diver on a platform full off hot blooded males who constantly jerk off with images of her in diving gear. after numerous marriage proposals from the drilling crew, she settles down in kuantan with an expat driller who allows her constant access to the nasty discos in and around kuantan. It was at this time that Bad met up with her then. Although she claimed that she was single, Bad ignored her advances and said no when she invited him to her apartment to spend the nite. She had recently been spotted with a white man on a topless beach in cherating somewhere. My sources could not confirm it was her bcause attention was given more to the erect anotomy pair on the upper part of the female chest than recognizing her face. Still investigating.

Wxxio - being married to a rich dude, i hear shes longing for a real man with expert ninja skills that could make her blush when taking it off, knows when to go fast, knows when to slow it down, and packs a punch to make her scream her organs out .. again and again .. for the whole nite through. Soemthing that her man's money could never buy. Shes got her kids, her husband, her cars, her money .. now she needs a real man. Any takers?

Shxz - Last seen at KFC with farid on somekind of a weird date or something in 1999. My date then was annoyed at her persistance in forcing us to join her for lunch. I explained to date that it was probably bcause she didn't want to be left alone with farid. The success of her dad in becoming a govt mouth piece had over shadowed her chances of finding a real man. A man whose not after daddy's money or silver merc. Her opinionated character and strong concious beliefs have found her an umno youth bf whose coming up in the ranks today. The 2 were married when she said yes .. to becoming his wife .. and yes to joining puteri umno.

Mudim - whos this guy again?

Farxd - with a hot gf and a burning desire to get a good education, he left kl for leeds in 1993. Due to the pressures of expectations to succeed and all, he experimented with homosexuality while in leeds and became an excessive alcoholic with an addiction to soft p0rn and drugs. He was dumped by his hot mama gf when she found him loking at dirty pics of men on the net and hes never forgiven himself for that ever since. Enrolling himself into AA anonymous, he cleaned up his act and went on the staright path again, kicking all his addictions and getting a sluty gf with an appitite for outdoor action. This enabled him to amplify his sexual needs and caused gf to give up on his sexual preferences. He now runs a video production called private reality that fronts as a wedding video company, but produces home made p0rn flicks for the asia market which shots he takes through a pin hole camera he takes with him when visits the ladies. He was last seen coming out of a spa with tun on the 16th floor of dynasty hotel.

Izan - if i can only remember how the guy looks like.

The names of the characters in the story have been changed to protect the their true identities

Indescribable Sorrow

2005-05-25T18:20:00.000-07:00

Reading about this tragedy, i was close to tears. For a man like me, tears are extremely difficult to come by, but the plight of these innocent children and the tragedy that struck and painfully took away their other siblings filled me with some of the deepest sadness i had ever felt in my life. My mouth was numb and my heart grew rapid as i sorrowly read about how these kids were burnt to death while they screamed and pleaded to be saved and how a passerby did all he could to save these kids, before it was too late. Its too much for me to take ..... i'm sorry.

Where are Thou?

2005-05-22T16:37:00.000-07:00

After all these years, you finaly came back to me, apprearing before me in a dream i had about you last night. Its been a while since we spoke and last i heard that you married a foreign man you had met on your frequent travels abroad. You married him in a simple event here and shipped out to the middle east somewhere. I was happy for you, that you'd found someone to grow old with. I had once loved you and given you my heart to keep. Then after i had gone my way, you left without a trace. But i was sure that you'd return to me, one day. One sweet day. When you said u loved me and would love me no matter what ... i saw it in your eyes and believed you. Your eyes looked calm, collected and smiling away .. like you always do when we touched and held each other close so many times before. I know you now as i knew you then. I know all your likes, dislikes, the little curves on your mouth when you smile, all the physical curves on your body and the way you light up when we hold each other. Tis good holding you tight on those rainy Dec nites. A little body warmth goes a long way. Those magical moments will be with me no matter what. In my dreams you were still the same. The same charm and the same laughter. And how i missed it all.

In my dreams, you came wearing a business suit like you typicaly do when we started dating. The same business suit you loved wearing when we briefly dated again after 5 years of breaking up, when we both had started working. You had always looked sexy in that body hugging low cleavage suit, but the pins at the back were way to difficult to undo. The dates were indeed thrilling, especially creeping behind your then boyfriend's back to meet. I remembered you rushing back after to meet boyfriend and to avoid suspicions. We were good then. Didn't suspect a thing now did he? An hour a week was fine with me to smell your honey hair and breath body shop off your skin. I knew you liked it as much as i. Looking at you now, i could tell that you have aged. The lines on your face tell me so. But the smile and laughter remain the same nevetheless. I missed you heaps, especially after those long 3 years.

This time you tell me that you have divorced your foreign husband and had just broken up with a new boyfriend. Poor thing. Forget about those men. Men who don't appreciate or care about you. Does this mean that i can have have you now? Does this mean that i can kiss and caress you now .. like i used to? Could i just pick u up and sprawl you on my lap? Theres so much i want to tell you, so much i want to do to you. Can i? can i? You were soo good to ..... and i know you loved me. Yes. You said it more often than i. At last, the cows come home. Quick, wake me up before i really do go out there to look for her.

Do the Locomotion on me

2005-05-18T15:41:00.000-07:00

She is indeed the perfect woman in my dicktionary. She posses as the allure of perfection and mesmerizes me every time i gaze upon her, with pure thoughts of love, devotion and sweet hollar. She is the proof of beauty embodied in a perfect female gender. The firm perky breasts and the toned tight ass make her irresistable charm hard to ignore or forget. She lights up dark rooms with her smile and scents groomy afternoons with her charm. She makes grown men hollar with hungry eyes and women fill with envy when shes around. All this without an ounce of effort. She is truly amazing.

The 1st time i set eyes on her was when i was 15 and she just barely a virgin doing the locomotion in a jeans colored lumberjack jumpsuit. It was her eyes that caught me. The sounds of her voice captivated me with reminiscence of a lovely sacred virgin goddess with a body that could command 1000 men in an instant. Little that i knew, that her beauty and enchantment, would continue to captivate me for the next 15 years of my life. If she had only gotten to know me, i was so certain that she'd fall desperately in ~~lust~~ love with me. I would take her, on the first kiss. If you were mine to hold, to kiss, to caress and to cherish ..... i would make you smile a thousand smiles i promise. She was divine. Truly divine.

My heart skipped a beat as i was driving to work last nite, when dominic bowden on the radio announced that she had breast cancer discovered the morning before and that she would cancel her asian tour and retire to her melbourne home to be with family. Such beautiful breasts, with or without cancer. I could only manage a faint roar that nite. My eyes scanned the roadside for a place i could stop by the road to tend to my despair, my sadness, my solitude, my kylie. As my face shows ultimate signs of disappointment, turning to fear, turning to sorrow, my mind wanders through images of her firm breasts and how they bore the most beautiful ripe nipples, when erect. And how cancer could take it all away in a sec. I force myself out of this daydream for fear of the dream making an erotic turn on kylie, when clearly it was a time of mourning for me and another 1 billion hot blooded males who dwell on the very same planet as me. Good luck kylie ... and call me the next time you're in town.

Those Yester Years

2005-05-15T15:10:00.000-07:00

Whenever someone asks me what i want in life or what my plans are in the future, i always shrug with content and answer .. "I want the good things in life .. same as everybody else". You see i've always been a firm believer in living free and enjoying the little things that life has to offer. I am but a free spirited animal that roams the plains of life to taste and experience the many joys it has to offer. I guess thats why i fail miserably in serious relationships and obligations that weigh down the path i chose to trod down. Alls well ends well i keep telling the junior coders who seem to have fire in their eyes to start work with such a big and renowned company. But little do these kids know that youth, if not spent wisely could be the greatest regret. I had a very satifying youth and don't regret even a minute of it. I spent it with good friends doing really fun things that curls a smile on my face everytime i think of those days. I would chill with Yew Meng in class and we'd catch the bus home with Praba from Puduraya then. Before going home, we'd sometimes hangout at Petaling St and have ice kacang at the Puduraya stalls on the rear end. Started smoking when i was 15. Being in a boys school in the heart of KL was probably to blame. At that age, skipping school was way to cool. I used to hangout with the school baddies and skyive to Mcdonalds to watch the CBM'ers and BB chicks. I was a great way to spend your weekday afternoons i found out. After getting caught a couple of times by the school HM, i was sent to detention class for almost a month after school. So the skying stopped for a while. It stopped but never died.

While hanging out at bukit bintang, i shoplifted a couple of times with the gang. We usually took metrojaya t-shirts not because we wanted it, but because the thrill of being caught gave us an indiscribable high. Never been caught before but i evetually stopped as puberty hit in. For sports, tennis was my game. I played almost every afternoon in school and even played in the MSSWP back in the late 80s. Hell it was a great way to release stress and to excuse urself from classes for matches once in a while. I hada sweet childhood i reckon. But it was sweeter when the BBGS chicks would join us for McD drinks in their school uniform. The flirting never surpassed holding hands and going to the cinema. That was growing up just they way i liked it.

I had just got off the phone with Julius Lim CEO of MCSB a subsidary of of MCSB for a PM position i had forgottenly applied for a few weeks ago. We talked for almost an hour and he seemed a decent enough bloke. We talked about the different companies i have worked for and the reasons why i jumped jobs. Also what i was looking for in a job and all the monetery expectations and all. I was 1 step away from offering me a position and now whats me to mail him on my salary expectation. I told him that i don't have a clue, but i know its going to be alot. Even with that, i really don't think im going to persue this for now. I'm pretty happy with my job here and the oppertunities here are just starting to show. So i reckon i'd be a bit more patient and spend another 2 years here before thinking of moving home. Mind you there are also some good oppertunities in Perth and Brisbane i hear. Espcially in the winCE development area where i've been spending my last couple of months in. I think i'll pass on this one eh? Now where did i leave my smokes again?

My Life Story

2005-05-12T12:41:00.000-07:00

The last couple of weeks has been quite challenging for me. Work is demanding more of me and so my social life has gone to the dogs i reckon. I start life very early at half six and end my day at 8 when i leave the office. Heck i thought that this place was supposed to give me the simple life again. Basics from 9am to 5pm, but hell was i wrong. I wrecking my arse now to make delivery dates and to keep project managers happy by delivering flawless binaries once a day with release notes attached. To be honest, im getting tired of this simple life i lead. But the bills have to be paid and life must go on. I've also scheduled a trip to KL this Dec but things may change and i might end up not going at all. But theres definately a plan in place so wish me luck eh?

I take a deep breath and look around me. A busy office full of busy workers. This could be KL, Singapore, Mumbai or the US. The insides of an office are always the same color no matter where you are in the world. Looking around my cubicle i see heather, the office slapper. Today shes got a low cut top that as usual shows you her fleshy cleavage so many men in the office have had, according to stories. She sits on my far right and with those short minis she likes wearing, my line of sight occasionally catches a glimpse of her string bikini knickers. My eyes catches them and i smile innocently. I look at her and she smiles back, almost acknowledging the fact the men love looking at her. Its definitely the voyuerism in her that prevents hers from shifting positions to hide the dark string knickers i am looking at. Despite being nearly 40, heather has this animal charm that she uses to keep her the object of fascination in the office. Also she likes to come up real close to you when she speaks, almost rubbing her harden nipples as she rubs against you. I have had the pleasure a couple of times. On other days she looks cute in the low cut jeans with a string knicker thong coming out from the top. Fleshy and sexy no doubt, thats why we all think shes such a dahling.

As recently posted on FG's site, here are my likes :-

1. a woman's screams when she arrives
2. a scented chick who passes by n smiles telling me to get it going
3. low cleavage top
4. pay rise
5. afternoon coffee chats
6. long wet but warm snogs
7. watching dvd in the dark
8. all activities using the toungue

9. donating to orphan children and seeing them smile
10. saying thank you
11. complimenting women on their looks, techniques n personalities with a smile
12. swimming in the nude
13. playing pool while smoking marlboroughs

14. hving an intellectual debate with mates n winning a point
15. sleeping after a session

On a more serious note, i had heard that a few months ago i got news that 2 teachers from m'sia were arrested for carrying drugs when they enetred here. Story was that one of them got engaged with a middle-east sand wanker in KL and he booked them on a pre-maritial holiday here. But on the day, he told her that he had some business to attend to in KL and couldn't make the flight with her. He told her to fly without him and he'll catch up with her on the next available flight and that he wanted her to carry his one bag. In the pre-depature rush she agreed and fly off with her other teacher friend whose tickets he paid for as well. They were to meet up with his buddy at airport and to keep his suitcase at buddy's house. They never made it as they got sniffed up by the K9 at the airport here. Both teachers were locked up here for a few months and i hear mom's been visiting them. The embassy here is doing anything after these few months i heard. Mum mentioned that during the visits she found the lady teachers in frail conditions and one event fainted when mum was leaving. And theres not even a mention of this in the m'sian media. What a shame. As this was still going on, another m'sian chick got arrested at in hotel carrying dope last week. On question, she told authorities that the bag belonged to her middle-eastern fiancee in KL who could not make the flight last minute. Same modus operande. Cops here don't believe her. She was caught with a lot of dope and is looking at a very very long time behind bars. I bet the m'sian media is still keeping mum about this one eh? Go figure.

and how did your week go?

2005-05-05T18:04:00.000-07:00

Well if you must know, mine was just absolutely terrible. First i get sent these 2 bugs that was pretty obvious to fix, but then i accidently told the project manager about them and about how i was going to fix them. Silly me. The guy then comes along every few seconds asking me about them, when they were introduced and exactly why they occurred. I know the code pretty well, but I never bothered to run through its many complex algorithm's and then remembering how it runs for a year or so before it changes again. The sheer size of it was one thing, then theres at least 4 people who keep changing how it works every month or so. Just such a big task. Just wasn't my style to do unnecessary work. I just look at it when its broken. Hence i would have no immediate recollection of how it runs in my mind all the time. So when he asked me what was going on, my non-convincing answer was "superficially, getting GPS took too long and so it rebooted". He argued with me on why it was behaving this way on this unit and not on the other. Then in one of my remarks i mentioned that "i don't really know how it works as it had been written by someone else bout 2 years ago". This made him really worried and he called for a meeting to discuss the issue with my manager, me and team lead. So for the next 2 days we pitted to convince him of why it was doing so. Finally we resolved the issue by commenting that piece of code out. I could have done that 3 days ago if i had only kept my mouth shut. I need a job in KL now!

For that and other wrong things i have said this week (due to pressure to completely understand how 5 product's codes work on different CVS branches) and unsurity of remote parts of the code base, i think my software manager and the project manager probably think i'm an incompetent wanker by now. Hell see if i care. To make matters worse, theres a smart-alec talkative fresh grad who had just been hired and sits near me. The guy talks non stop and at a really anoying pitch trying to impress everyone with his know-how crap. I just found out last week that this mf was from m'sia but had settled down here 10 years ago type of thing. Its bottom-kissers like these that give m'sia a bad name to foreigners and make the country difficult to live in when they're in the country. I'm sure every one of us has had expereinces with b*stards like this. I hope he gets run by a car next week. Then i'll get some peace and quite in the office. His loud voice and cheap slang really gets to me.

I better stop before you lot think i'm a winging old cow. Hope next week is a better week. Laterz.

Its Wintertime now,so Wheres my Jumper?

2005-05-02T12:45:00.000-07:00

As the last leaves fall from that old oak tree in my front yard, i can almost hear the wind whisper that winter is finaly here. With that i start digging my old suitcase again for last season's clothes, looking for any warm thermal jackets and that favourite wool jumper of mine. As i make my way through stacks of old clothes i have in that suitcase, i think of all the fond memories that summer had to offer. I think of all the light clothes i wore then, and of all the ripe braless blonde women in hot pants playing catch in the park. Those were the times indeed. Right now, i'm shivering in my boxers.

Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I notice goosebumps everywhere from the shiver. I drop my boxers and take a deep breath looking at my lower self as i inhale and then exhale. Hhhhhmmmmmm ..... These cold winter months certainly do encourage erection. I'd better drop the boxers so that i could breath a little easier. I then dress up pronto and head off to work. Work is getting more tedious by the day. A lot more office politics, lot more newbies trying to prove that their smarter that the rest, lot more frusterated workmates ... the environment is like a tooth that decaying from eating too many candies. You'd probably sugguest that i find another job. I really don't think that another job would make the difference. Might even turn out to be worse than this one. Least here I know everyone and know the product pretty well. What I need is a holiday in KL again. Or better, a sweet job in KL with a sweet pay and loads of chicks in the office to keep me interested. If anyone knows of a job like this, please do let me know.

Today a workmate is submitting a patent idea to the company patent comittee. If his idea does make, he'll get USD1000 from the company and a good name. Thats peanuts from a company of this size with a $300mil revenue. I told him that hes short changed. But he said that rather then the idea just swept under the bed to gather dust, a thousand bucks does come in handy dandy. Maybe I should submit my ideas. I have 2 patentable ideas that i've been thinking about for the last 2 years during my creative moments. Funny how ur creative moments come right after steamy bodily contact with the female gender. Before microsoft steals my ideas to make a million dollars, i think its time that i write them up for patenting. One is SMS based navigation, another is long/lat based messages on a 3 tier architecture. I'm writing it up now. Wish me luck.

Sad MF

2005-04-27T13:43:00.000-07:00

This morning i had a quarrel with brit co-worker about some code that i've changed. You see this git started work fir the company about 2 weeks before i had and on the first week he demonstrated very good manners around me, seriously questioning my views on how only wankers leave england to work as techies out here. After about a year here, he was made into a project lead for a team that was to work on a new product based on winCE. He was exceptionaly good at talking, like all wankers do and using his vocabulary right when explaining things to the manager. They thought he had potential and promoted him. Good thing i don't work under him.

But this morning, my team lead who also is in the i-hate-brit-wanker boat found some irregularities with our code that disregarded the changes he had made and wrote an email to dicko about these changes thinking that dick was the one who had made them changes. This mail got cc'd to the software manager and dicko was so annoyed that he came around and told me off for not telling him that i made the changes. Yes I forgot that he does work on the code too, but i wouldn't have told him anyways. wankers deserve to work in ivory towers and not with society. I raised my voice to him in the office and told that yes i did make them changes only because a legacy code didn't work and i did not want to waste time editing it. And that it was my domain and any code that was there was my responsibility and not him. Also that i've been kept out of the loop on whose doing what. I said all this loudly and in public. He just argued and told me that regardless i needed to inform people of my changes. After that session, all the managers just laughed and encouraged me to tell this git off as they probably didn't like him as well.

The last time i saw him he had a capital "L" on his forehead.

Isn't it ironic?

2005-04-17T20:24:00.000-07:00

Fun in the Sun

2005-04-17T18:07:00.000-07:00

The weekend was a rather eventfully period for me. My lusty blonde neighbor made love to her husband on her front deck at 2pm in the afternoon and i had front row seats from my upstairs bedroom window again. At first the day looked a bit cloudy in the morning, but by 1pm the clouds disappeared as the sun came up strong probably for the very few last times before summer ended. My neighbor is a good looking woman about 37ish with a great bum with a lovely set of shaped legs that she like'd showing off in the summer. She'd always wear her string bikini in the lawn and once in a while she'd go topless when the neighbor's weren't looking. Most of the time she didn't care. I know they'd been a few complains about her voyeuristic behaviours in the past. But i always greeted her with a smile everytime we met out the garage.

On that sunny afternoon, my blonde neighbor started off basking in her string bikini for about 30mins when her husband joined her on the deck in his pair of shorts. They were basking and talking for about 15 minutes when they started kissing and rubbing each other. By then I was already sat in my room upstairs with a window that overlooks her deck. I was careful not to lean to close to the window as the first couple of mins, my blonde neighbor with killer buns kept on looking around the area making sure that nobody was in sight. And there i was with a bag of chips in my hands just giving scores to the action below.

After a couple mins of snogging, the husband pulls out her boobs from the side of her bikini top and starts rubbing them gently, heavy on the nips. He later pulls her bikini bottoms to the sides n pokes in the salami while she grips him around the back and wraps her legs around him. She didn't make a sound as she had her eyes closed all the way. They were probably at it for 10mins before the jerking stopped and they pulled up their clothes again to continue basking in the sun as if nothing had happened talking and laughing the afternoon away. Next time I'll be ready with my digital camcorder and maybe post their pics on my blog eh?

Work that Booty, Girl

2005-04-12T13:09:00.000-07:00

Like the tunes from a sassy rump shaker that shakes the room, my good old KL days were still fresh in my head. Yeah it was difficult with the traffic, the insanity of work and the crazed expectations of a materialistic and opinionistic society. But the good times were something else. Through it all, I still think of all the laughter, the escapades, the dollars and even the pimping that makes it all worth it living in the city of sin. I remember those days well and everytime i think of them, i would always creep a smile and a satisfactory grunt, like an able lover finaly arriving after 40mins of 'pump n grind'. Every dawg has his day. And those were mine. I did so many things, met so many people and learned so many lessons like a dawg unleased and learning new tricks. All into an unforgetable, mind-blowing and exhilarating experience that i would cherish and carry with me for the rest of my days. whose ur daddy?

Its all sweet. The times that I worked in KL doesn't sound all that distant away in fact, as its only been a good couple of years ago that i left KL to make heeds in this colourfull land beneath the clouds. On the dark side, i have to admit that the aura of change into my current life had somewhat turned me into a heartless ogre that works his hours straight for 2 months without a holiday. Over here, on most mornings i'd be up by 6 and in the office by 7. I ~~shake~~ work my arse hard till about 7 and have a ciggie before i leave on most evenings. You know what they say ..... that 1 smoke a day keeps the doctors away. Now how sad is this? At this rate ..... i'm destined to blow my life away pimping my arse to the paycheck so that i can pay the mortgage and maybe a sweet ~~annal~~ anual holiday in KL. Will I have then trully lived my life, if I suddenly died tomorrow? No can do. I can live like this for a couple of years, but not forever. The KL in me will bring me home, sooner or later i'm sure.

Sitting in my cubicle and in no mood to do any real work, my mind wonders off into obliviant and my happier times in KL. Memories came back of how full my life was back then. Full of life, full of friends and full of rewards as they come. I had a life then and i loved it. I know now why old people like reminicing about their forgotten youth. Im not that old, but I can almost see myself remenicing like them about how life was once good for me.

Remembering my old days in KL always made me smile. Back then, I lived in a rented house at the edge of town somewhere, shadowed by the beconing city lights and burnt by the excitement that she offers me after all her other dwellers fall asleep. The mornings would start at about 6 and i would strip naked in front of the mirror in the bedroom to look at my naked body for a couple of minutes before anything. They say looking at your body in the mornings, freshens up the mind for the day. I would then crunch up and do some press-ups and sit-ups to stay in shape and sweat a little before i get into the shower. Can't remember when i lost those teenage abs i had in my youth days. Its long gone now. But im still in pretty good shape now i reckoned. In the shower, my body feels great under the cold stream of jet water that washes while it wakes my body up. As i come out of the shower, I grab that towel and wipe myself dry before making my way back into the bedroom where my clothes hang off the closet door fro mthe night before. I look at my naked body and notice goose-bumps all over my back and bum. I shake with subtle disbelief as I slip on my boxers and office clothes for the day grabbing a box of smokes on the way out of the bedroom. I usually don't eat anything at all at home, as theres usually nothing to eat. So i grab my notebook and jump into the car.

By 10 mins I was already on the LDP, swerving my way through traffic for a 20 min drive to my company reserved parking lot in the Uptown Towers 3 basement car park. As i drive up the one way d'sara uptown alley road, I get a glimpse of the sleepy people just waking up to start their busy days. Men and women in office clothes walking the uptown sidewalks while restaurant workers are cleaning their dishes still half asleep most of them. As i near my parking, i see some PJ chicks in their sexy hot shorts with visible thong lines making their way to fitness first, still not awake yet by the looks on their faces. They say oral sex is the best way to wake you up. A virgin like me almost wouldn't know this.

I park gracefully on my lot and start making my way to the nearby offices, lighting up a smoke for the 5 min walk. As i finish my smoke, i decide to run it up the staircase so that my heart gets jolted with random excersice every chance i get. If the smoke won't kill me, then the stairs will. As i walk through the main offce door, i smile to the 5 girls who've got their tables lined up againts the neat walls. I say hello to them and they know my warm greets were truly genuine n from the heart, against much of the office politics, backstabbing, backbitting, kniving KL work culture.

I spend another 30 mins flirting with the 4 unmarried ladies asking them out and making sure they feel like princesses getting bathed in milk and rubbed with cocunut oil, the way girls should be pampered. They know i'm true when i say it like i mean it. They loved every minute of it i could tell. The married chick was a bit more challenging and need more aggressive menuveres to please before she smiles back. She likes my comments about how hot she looks in her tight minis, and how in a bikini she could blow any 18yo chick out of water. In a political standoff in the office, these 5 women on your side would make all the difference in the world. Psyching myself up, i walk up to the boss' room and say hi to him. Man ... of all the ordained formalities and i had to have one with that loser. Coming out of his office, i signal to the boys and we leave for a 1 hour morning teh-tarik/roti canai session cum office politics discussion forum at the mamak's stall just 100 meters down the road.

What an awesome life i led. I wonder if I could pull it off again ... just once more.

I'm Having Chicken Tonight

2005-04-10T13:03:00.000-07:00

This last weekend wasn't a good one by my standards without a doubt. It was a weekend that saw me stay in bed most of the day like an old LA bum on crack and a craving for half a bottle of duty-free russian smirnoff. By the end of my lazy weekend I, felt shortchanged and cheated by the passing summertime as it made way for chilly Autumn where the parks were once again empty and the young women who run there no longer show off they're perfectly carved legs underneath the thongs they call shorts. In the 2 days that i've been in bed with a tummy ache and throbbing headache, summer had ended and Autumn while arrived. I looked around me with utter astonishment and shook my head in disbelief that a weekend in bed could last an entire summer time.

My weekend fiasco started when I went for dinner on Fri nite at Nandos. I had heard stories from Mom that Nandos was the only fast food joint here that did legit halal food. That or the new krosher place down the road where everybody would be saying "Shalom" to you the minute you walked in. Nandos would be a better pick, by default. Its been a while since I went out for a good meal at a fast food joint, and Nandos being South African had a reputation of serving fine chicken breast, at a wholemeal price. I was thrilled as i walked through the french doors at the restaurant's entrance. The place looked calm but fresh as the low intense lighting that reflected off the unevenly decored walls made me think of nothing except the tender flesh of chicken meat and how much i wanted them that nite. Even the cleavage bearing blondes at the table on the right couldn't get my mind off chicken that nite. By god i'll have chicken if its the last thing i do this evening.

Entering the place, I quickly scanned around for a sombre but lucid corner of the restaurant to be seated at. Far across the room, at the corner end of the mess my eyes caught a low illuminatedly lighted table that was far enough from the other dinners to savour some eating privacy but close enough for me to wave my orders through to the waiters standing around with a rather large looking menu booklet. As i made my way through the restaurant's thick carpets to table at the far end of the room, i couldn't help noticing the 3 pretty blondes sitting at the table next to the entrance. One of them wore a rather low cut top that had her bare nips erected through the thin top, making it really obvious for the other dinners to ~~enjoy~~ notice. I smiled as I walked past her, trying to avert my sights on the dish she was offering. I came here for chicken, and chicken is all i'm having eh.

"Friday nite is the nite, keep your frequency clear" blurred the song from the radio as I kept my head in place and sat my bum down to order. I drew my right hand up and made a circular motion to the fit waitress to order. The waitress smiled back, and made her way towards me with a menu in her hands. From this distance, the blonde petite looking waitress in her short minis with black stockings looked like kylie minougue in one of her music videos. The waitress had long but kept blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. The type of notty good looks that you normally see in swedish p0rn flicks, having some outdoor action with Bjorn and Inga behind the barn.

"Good day sir, may I take you order please?" asked the shy waitress with a warm smile.

"I'll have your tastiest chicken with some southern gravy .. like they do in lousiana. Make that with fries, honey." I spoke out like a hungry vegan.

"I'm sorry sir, but we only do chicken, south african style here ... if you want lousiana chicken you need to go to Southern Flame .. just up the road from here." she frantically pointed out.

"Heck just gimme some quater chicken and some chips then" I said in a desperate attempt to convince her I wasn't ~~flirting~~ crazy.

"Coming right up in 10 minutes sir" she said with a smile before disappearing back into the kitchen leaving behind a trail of sweet scents that my nostrils immediately pick up on. Lovely girl, smells nice too. Sweet. Whaddaa.

10 mins later my order arrived and i instantly started on the fleshy white chicken, washing it down with diet coke every now and then. I couldn't remember legit chicken ever tasting that good. Now I don't know what it is about this chicken, but the minute I downed its breasts in a tight bun, my stomach began its uneasiness. It wasn't a normal tummy ache, but I felt really queasy and uneasy, sort of like being in a car up cameron highlands. Real motion sickness of that proportion. Initially I thought it was food poisining, i hadn't shown the normal symptoms. I finished my food and called for kylie to the bill. Like a model on a catwalk for fresh lingerie, kylie walks the walk in her short minis and black stockings over to me with the bill. I paid miss 'Locomotion' and left for home with a sick chicken in my tummy, and a weekend in bed. Hope you had a better weekend.

A bug in my Pants

2005-04-05T19:30:00.000-07:00

We are well beyond the delivery date and there is a bug in my system. The problem seemed to have gone unnoticed as we developers don't normal run test harnests to jive the application's run to perfection. I would think that the test team was responsible for running any imaginable tests on the application that I built. But to have users complain at this late stage goes to show that heavy drill tests have not been carried on my app by the test team. No matter how much they claim to be doing their job ... they missed some grounds for sure. The pre-release users found 2 bugs with it late last week when they tested it on a drive run on some parts of spain and italy. We have until today, been unable to reproduce one of them. The other one had been assigned to me for which I had already fixed as of now. Next thing to do is to test it my self on a drive run when I go home today. Who knows, besides fixing this small bug i might even uncover other big ones. But its all just small bugs that needs to be tended to like a lover on valentines day no doubt.

Having tested my fix, I found that the application now behaves quite well and needs a few minor tweaks before I can close the PT on it. While testing my fix, I found another rather interesting problem that could explain my 1st bug and ultimately help deliver the software to the EU market right on time. On my test run, I enabled the Simulator checkbox in the preferences menu to get the device running in the simulator mode. But the checkbox value doesn't hold when i try to save it to the config.ini file on the /My Flash Disk directory. Checking up on it, I found that the checkbox value had defaulted to off and that the config.ini file and the /My Flash Disk on where it sits had disappeared.

The winCE micro kernel thats causing the /My Flash Disk dir to disappear comes from a HK company and its really typical of asian companies to produce such flaky software. Crap. On resetting the device, the kernel is rebuilt and you can see the /My Flash Disk dir and the config.ini file again. This is why we don't buy from asia. They give us such crappy software. The disappearing directory and config.ini file also explains why the turn-off-to-power-save settings in the preferences also defaulted to being checked and why the routing occasionally stalls the application.

While in the routing loop, a mysterious callback returns with a TIMER event that saves preferences onto the config.ini file. So if the file and the directory that it lives on goes missing, then of course writing to this file would return a FALSE and take some delay time when it tries to open non-existing file. Benefits of CE handling file IO. Just imagine the accumulated time delays when this save setting function is called a couple of times a second in a route. I think I have just solved my major bug. I'll just wait for a bug meeting on the product to highlight these issues and gain recognition and company fame. Why am I smiling as I write this?

The 6 things I want to do before I go ....

1. Swim naked with the dolphins
2. Buy a house by lake Taupo and watch sunset by my pool
3. Finish off the software i'm writing and get paid $4 mil for it

4. Say "No" when Kate Beckinsale asks me out on a date wearing only thong pyjamas
5. Buy my own pacific island and turn it into a playboy mansion in the pacifics
6. Ask god for forgiveness for all my mortal sins.

Sold to the slick Gentleman on my right for 400 dolalrs

2005-04-03T13:09:00.000-07:00

After months of real estate-agent-bickering and property magazine-page-flipping, i finally bought a house. Its not a big awesome 3 bedroom cheddar house with pine floors or anything expensive as i had initially planned to splash out on. But a cheap 1st home type of house that would probably be put out for rent once the paper work is finalized this week. The house is a 1930s 2 bedroom 1 bathroom character home, with 2 sun-decks sizing at 190sqm and shares the back-end wall with the neighbor's house but facing opposite directions. This makes it a semi-d type of house for that matter. But at the price i'm paying, its a real bargain. You don't get to see the neighbor at any time, unless u climb out the back n jump over the side fence. Its got its own driveway and a couple of shady infant trees to give it that country look. The hall is pretty big and adjoins the kitchen with a complimentary glasstop cooker. I reckon that if all goes as planned, the rent on this place would pay for it self. All blues and nothing to loose.

When i went up there to view the property initially, i was told that the previous owner was thai and that his son was staying there so the agent had to ask for permission to process on to entering the house to view it. On entering the newly carpeted and painted house, i saw 3 thai looking dudes sitting on the deck while drinking some thai homebrew navathippai whiskey.

Made me think i was in Patpong downtown bangkok. Typical of thais getting pissed on a sat nite with a deck of cards. I smiled at them as i entered their house with the agent.

While in deep conversation with the agent, suddenly a cop car pulled up onto the driveway and asked for some dude with a thai name. Geeweez. The agent said that he was selling the house for the dudes dad and that the dude didn't live here though his friends were sitting out on the deck.

Looking at me with an evil eye the cops then asked if i was the dude's dad that he was selling house for. Agent gave them a negative and they went to have a word with the 3 thai tamngans on the other side of the house.

Damn i don't look thai enuf .. what a piss take! Just like a scene off Bad Boys the cop story eh?

The masterbedroom was of a twin size with a walk-in wardrobe. Although the walls were recently painted and the carpets were new, you could tell that the house had a long history. But thats why they're called character homes i reckon. The driveway looked alright with some lawn behind it where the clothes line was. Its looking good for an investment, but i don't think i'd want to live here for now. There is a soccer field and a swimming pool just 200 yards from the house and a corner shop in the opposite direction at about the same distance. Alls well ends well.

After signing all the necessary paperwork to forge the deal forward, I drove home in my honda accord thinking whether it was the right move to spend all this money on a property thats 5000miles away from home. Images of what this kind of money could buy me at home kept flashing in my mind .... i kept thinking that the exchange rate was now at 2.9 and still rising due to the declining USD. Man .. it was a tough call. Just like everything else is in life is a tough call, but i believe in taking a chance on ur gut feeling. After all, the last 2 years of my life had been about taking chances on my gut feelings. So why should this be any different eh? Right now my gut feeling tells me that this is a right move and that the market will bounce back in the next 6 months to appreciate the value of this property. D for Dawg.

Hockey and BBQ

2005-03-30T12:40:00.000-08:00

Being an avid soccer player while in school, i always thought of hockey as a game for chicks or males with less male-juice in them. My school wasn't particularly good in hockey and we'd loose matches to arch enemy St. John's whose players wear skirts and lipstick on the weekends i hear. Thats how bad we were. All this was infused into me and other school buddies to thrash our hockey players whenever we saw them on class corridors or the canteen when they had their meals. I would lead in booing them whenever they walked down the lonley school corridoors.
I know i was a real rascal then, in school everybody was. The school hockey team were a disgrace and as far as me and the other lads were concerned, hockey just didn't exist for us.

It was all until the m'sian hockey team came to town to play against the national team here. I can't remember the scores but i heard the geng lost the majority of 5 matches that they played here. My bro n father were persistent in asking me to go watch the match with them. But i told them that i had more important things to do that day .. like watching paint dry. They got the idea and left without me to watch the match in town. That nite, father told us that he'd invited the entire contigent over the following nite to the house for a BBQ session. My first thoughts were .. awww man .. a bunch of sissies in skirts eating in my yard. What would the neighbors think? Man i'm roasted. Like a mainframe IBM, my mind ran a gazillion bytes of excuses to come up with so that i wouldn't have to attend. Fry my barkers, and my barkers are fried.

The following day was a tough n rough day at work. I couldn't hack the WinCE based device application to build. The scripts wouldn't run. It was even more screwed up when team lead pointed out that a directory was wrongly named and I hadn't caught it in the verbose shell script log .. but he did. I really despise it when someone else finds the solution in 10 mins when i've spent 2 hours scounging around for it. So it was a bad day for me right. I left about 7 and drove up my drive way about 20 mins later. Getting out of the car i saw a 30 sitter luxury coach pull up infront of my house and a bunch of m'sian dudes in yellow jersey come out of the bus. At first I couldn't register what was happening. Was i being invaded by m'sian embassy agents? Are they spies taking refuge in my house? What was happening?

Amidst all the de-registering confusion, i remembered father saying he'd invited m'sian hockey players over. And then it all came back to me. I proceeded top join them for the lamb BBQ and found them pretty OK to talk to. I don't know about hockey being a cool game and all, but the m'sian blokes that I spoke to were not wearing skirts. Their capt Kuhan .. was pretty knowledgeable about our ways of life here. He asked some valid questions about govt tax and the whole work culture. After about 2 hours of eating and talking, their coach excused themselves as they had another game the next day and had to retire to bed consciously early. In rows of 2x2, like they do on the hockey field .. the players walked out the side gates and onto their bus, shaking my hand as they went along. If anything, the meat they took out that nite on the BBQ pit should help them win a game or two.

Later that nite, I thought of all the snide remarks i made over the years about hockey players being sissies and all the bad mouthing i done in school about hockey. My chat with the BBQ hockey boys made me realize that they were males after all. Something new learned today.

Despite cocking up at work today, I slept with a peace of mind and a smile on my face.

You'll be 40 before you know it ....

2005-03-28T13:29:00.000-08:00

Tuesdays have always held a special place in my heart. Always. Just like the cheerie madamuselle on a broadway theater that smiles everytime our eyes meet. They're are not as bad as mondays but not as good as Wednesdays either, which are indeed a step into the direction of the nearest weekend. And the weekends ...... ahhh ... a truly holi .. holi .. day. When u've got code to write and bugs to look at all day long , a weekend comes like the topping of a caramel that flatters the taste buds and pulls a smile on your face. I smile as i think of my long weekends and the exodus it brings after a hectic busy week for me. All is good, so hit that dial.

Still smiling away, my mind yonders about taking another holiday. Mind you i've just had one about a month ago to KL, Jakarta and Bali. Sweet as. But busy schedules and office ~~back stabbings & kiasu bitchin'~~ routine makes me want to take another. Is me or has my work life approached a terminal expirery stomp? I've always planned to retire at by 40, and hopefully this plan transpires and is achieved. By 40 this would be my dream life.

1. I'd be living in a neat but friendly kampung in kedah somewhere, enjoying the morning nasik lemak at the coffee stall before sipping my fresh brewed coffee while listening to the humming noises of hollow paddy stumps getting slapped by the northern winds. With some money stashed in the nearby district bank, life would be easy as they come and expenses kept at a bare minumum. No more complicated state-of-the-art product development or volatile market prediction exercises, just the plain old boring days at the coffee shops where the most mind bongling thing to think about would be who to vote in he next election. I need to retired fast.

2. Stepping into the local district bank, i walk past pak dollah the farmer and cek nab the planter who had just deposited their monthly collection into their savings. Looking around me i notice the bank filled with ordinary kampung folks doing their monthly banking do's slowly but steadily .. like everything else here in the kampung. I run a quick check of my accounts and yes .. my RM4 mil bucks that i collected from 10 years of working is still there. I look at it twice just to make sure that the all the '0's are there and that the account still has my name on it. Phew ... boy does it feel good to be living out here and spending at most 20 bucks a day going by in this kampung.

3. After lunch i finaly get a chance to retreat to my gizmo workshop at the back end of my kampung atap house just beside the fresh water pond. The view from my gizmo room is amazing. It overshoots the lonely green paddy lots with the occasional kampung children coming back from their religious classes in the evening. At am finally at peace with nature. No more road hogs on the federal highway or national express busses wedging thick balks smog in my face. I switch on my 3G intell desktop and slide my window pane shut before winding my LG air condition to full blast. Heat is something that constantly annoys me here in the kampung. On my .Net VSC++, i load my GPS/GSM path locator project solution and i'm building for the next generation mobile devices on CE. Just a bit more tweaking before i get it compiling and running for my big demo next week. But if it doesn't build, fine. After all its all just a big hobby for me now .. as opposed to a career a few years ago. I'm cool with that.

With a burning desire to retire ... i know the next couple of years would determine whether this life would really be a reality. Who knows ... after all i have seen mates making million$ over nite before. Now isn't life more interesting when u have these sort of dreams? or is it? You tell me.

The Zest of Life

2005-03-22T21:18:00.000-08:00

As a newbie to ~~blogging~~ writing about my daily adventures and posting them on-line, i have come to understand that theres nothing a fresh brewed coffee and google on your browser can't do for you. Most expereinced writers often tell me that its the little things that make up for the mind-blowing creativy and sheer expressions in their writing. Something that a while-i-wait-for-my-application-to-compile writer might never understand or address for that matter. So today, begins a new chapter in my book of life ... with all its zest, loves and hates of my daily escapades.