Friday, March 30, 2007


Today, I ate my favourite siew yoke fan for the first time in a month. Having just escaped out of the many hicktowns that span this country, I finally found the time (and the means) to catch up on some current issues and read up on all those blogs I missed out.

There was this particular thing I read that made me jump up and scream profanities at the computer screen. Apparently, this particular politician (we all know how charming our local politicians can be) went on a tirade against bloggers, the female ones getting the brunt of the criticism:

"Bloggers are liars. They use all sort of ways to cheat others. From what I know, out of 10,000 unemployed bloggers, 8,000 are women."
Now, my friends...THAT is too much.

Surely these politicians should have the sense to check their facts before opening their big fat mouths?

Think about it folks. Considering the fact that the majority of unemployed bloggers are 15 year old girls whining about their miserable lives (their male counterparts are too busy with Counterstrike and DOTA), I would say 8 out of 10 is a GROSS UNDERESTIMATION.



Saturday, March 24, 2007

apparently weird stuff

I haven't done one of those incessantly annoying (but sometimes fun) tags for a long time, but fadh tagged me and since I have nothing better to do, I have decided to humour her. The tag states that I have to list 6 weird things about myself and even though I have actually done this before, I'll try to think of more stuff to humour you fellaslah.

I don't believe in God, but I believe in spirits and ghosts and all those stuff that you hear about

Actually, it's not that I don't believe in God - I just believe that the fella who created everything is powerless to do anything about it. I think that every single creature crawling this Earth and every element that exists is nothing more than a Frankenstein monster that this God created but is powerless to control. And usually you would expect a person like myself to not believe in the supernatural, but let's just say that if you have seen things I have seen, you would believe every story you hear...

Okay wait, that's not quite as weird as I like it to be. Truth be told, it is pretty damn hard to come up with more weird stuff since I already did (the old list still applies, nothing's changed). Ah, no wait...here's another.

I have an extreme hate for most tomato based products, but I love some others

I had a lot of morons as my seniors in my scout troop before. And for reasons known only to them, whenever we went camping, our diet consisted mainly of canned food - the bane of which was sardines and baked beans. I hate sardines and baked beans purely because the tomato based sauce that it swims in smells like sweaty socks. I NEVER eat french fries (or anything else, for that matter) with tomoto ketchup and one can easily poison me by giving me tomato juice to drink. However, I love tomato based pasta and pizza which is of course tomato based too. Sweet and sour sauce is okay too, but I suspect that that is because the sugar content usually masks the smell of the tomatoes.

Peanut butter goes with anything I eat

Okay, maybe not everything. But I certainly don't know of anybody else who eats vanilla ice cream with a huge spoon of peanut butter dunked into it. Nothing else please. No chocolate sauce. No need for fancy toppings. Peanut butter is suffice. And while that doesn't seem weird, when I eat yau char kuey, I start by tearing them apart and then use a pair of scissors to cut open the soft white part that used to join both sides. Spread loads of peanut butter in it. Super awesome.

Alright, don't bitch about how this post is in itself WEIRD, because I have very little time on the computer these days. But things will change by next week. Proper postings and all. Really.

Oh, and since this was meant to be a weird post..



Saturday, March 17, 2007

a postcard from the road

Just so you guys know that I am still well and alive, here's a picture from one of the more prominent landmarks in one of the many hicktowns in this part of the world.

An Assault on the Senses

Click for a larger view and see if you urbanites can actually humour me on the location..

Two weeks more fellas, two weeks more..


Wednesday, March 14, 2007

er, congrats?

I just got back in town today and it won't be long before I hit the roads again. In the last 2 months, I have slept in 11 different beds, no less. It would be awesome if those were beds of really hot chicks, but I am afraid that I am getting sick of living in and out of my suitcase in hotel rooms and reading newspapers delivered at the doorstep.

Speaking of which, can you believe it's been three days since the SPM results were released and I haven't gone into my annual bashing session?! Did you know that that infamous article still gets hits from googles searches till this day?

Oh my!

The travesty!

But there shall be no complains from me this year. I believe I have done my fair share of that in the last two years (click here for last year's piece). This year, I am actually quite pleased how things turned out. Yes, we have our usual funfare of idiots being idiots, doing totally inane stuff like taking Physics, Chemistry and Biology and then felt the need to supplement that by adding on General Science.

The good thing is that the badminton blokes won their title and hogged the headlines, thus blocking out these over achievers from getting their day in the press. But I am actually happy that the Education Ministry has finally found some sense and decided that they are no longer going to name a top scorer for which silly Malaysians can worship. It is good to note that people (ministers included) are starting to see some sense in the fact that it is absolutely pointless to take more than 12 subjects. They said they are not going to put a cap on the maximum number of subjects allowed, but I suppose this advice is a good start in itself...


Thursday, March 08, 2007


A few days ago, a bunch of us were supposed to attend a meeting. The meeting room in question was still being used, so we sat outside on the comfortable sofas provided. As it turned out there was just enough space for 6 of us, all of whom were guys. We took our seats and just when I started flipping the newspapers, a group of 4 women came into the lounge. Upon discovering that they had to join us in waiting for the other meeting to finish, the leader proceeded to announce, "Alright guys, will the gentlemen please let us have a seat?"

I looked up from the comics page, trying to find the mythical gentlemen (because I certainly am not one) and to my amusement, 4 of my colleagues succumbed to that bullshit and stood up, giving way to them to sit. I was having none of it. I got there first. I was early. I deserve the right to plonk my lazy ass on the comfy sofa as much as the next person in the office. No doubt I earned myself the reputation of being ungentlemanly, but whatever the hell that word means I was certainly not going to play a part in it.

That is why I scoffed at today's newspaper. International Women's Day my ass. The irony behind all this is that women themselves are the major culprits in denying themselves equal rights. I am a person of extremes, as you would have already known. I don't take middle roads and there certainly aren't any half way houses. You are either FOR something or AGAINST it. I should go on the record by saying that I really do hope that we can one day live in a world of equal opportunities where everybody is treated just and fair. But if you demand equality, then there must be equality in everything, not just the issues that suit you.

My sister is an engineer, and has been for as long as I can remember. Having heard her stories, and seen with my own eyes the things going on in any construction yard, I can personally vouch that it is a nightmare being a woman engineer in the field. Starting out, they are always given more stick and less time to perform. But once they prove their capabilities, I can safely say that they are given equal respect as their male counterparts. The problem is, the inequality more often than not rises because a certain foreman or blue collared worker is sick with seeing so many female engineers who time and time again refuse to get their hands dirty. The majority of female engineers prefer sitting in an aircond room crunching paperwork even though field engineers belong in the field. It's the females who are screwing the other females over.

Single women in their late twenties often complain that they are pressured to get married while their male counterparts are often spared the humiliation of being interrogated on such matters. But if you think about it, the pressure usually comes from mothers and/or nosey aunties. When have you heard of uncles asking such nosey questions?? Again, women screwing other women over.

And seriously, stop complaining about discriminated in the work place because you are female. There always is an excuse for incompetence isn't there? If it isn't the colour of your skin then its the alphabets that spell your chromosome. Shut up, already. If you are good enough, people will recognise you. Somewhere, somehow...the cream ALWAYS rises to the top. If you think your boss is screwing you over, then switch jobs. If that boss screws you over too, then the only logical conclusion is that you have the IQ of a sea sponge but choose to blame your inadequecies on everything and everybody but yourself.


Monday, March 05, 2007

following the herd

Some time back, I talked about this phrase that really irritated me. People keep saying that you need to 'think outside the box'. It has become so cliche that actually saying it these days could be construed as the person NOT thinking outside the box.

But that really isn't the only thing people do these days that seem to be following the herd. Following the herd can sometimes be beneficial, like when you are new in town and want to find the best char kuey teow shop. Otherwise, some cliches are best left to the herd.

I had an argument with this bloke the other day at the mamak shop when he insisted that we all MUST learn Mandarin so that we can one day go to China to do business. According to this wise bloke, we MUST go to China if we want to be rich, because 'China is an emerging superpower with a potentially huge market'. I must say, I was so impressed by his astute powers of observation, I had to resist the temptation to kneel before him and kiss his toes. I settled for lighting an incense and offered a libation to him.

And because he was a little too wise for me to be considered to be in the same league as he is, I didn't really understand what he was saying about how it is only possible to make loads of money in China and not anywhere else in the world. Could it be possible that even the biggest morons could make money in that heavenly market?

But if you ignore the wisdom of these enlightened ones and think about it, while Mandarin is a very good choice of language to learn, Arabic is not given the credit it should get. Considering the fact that a huge chunk of the world's oil and gas reserves sit in the Middle East, and the Arabs are starting to shoo away white people, a golden apple is waiting to plucked from the tree.

I wouldn't blame you if you say that that theory about Arab is similarly following the herd, because in reality, money is to be made anywhere in the world IF you are good enough. A friend's father has a business venture in Papua New Guinea in all places, and I cannot pretend to know whether that is doing well, but I think it suffice to say that real money is made by people who do not think as the herd do.

And speaking of which, I was reading this article the other day of how Joseph Kennedy (father of former American president, JFK) made the chunk of his fortune. The year was 1928 and the American economy was booming. One day, he was walking in the streets and he decided to get his shoe shined. As he was getting his shoe shined, the shoe shine boy was telling him about the stock market and giving him tips on what to buy. He went home and sold off all his shares the next day. Not long later, the Great Depression hit and the rest is history. Later, he famously said, "You know it is time to sell when the shoe-shine boy tries to give you stock tips."

The other day over Chinese New Year I heard loads of people boast about how they had made lots of money in the stock market. With the little contacts that they have and a very limited knowledge in reading stock trends, these guys were boasting over how it was so easy to make money simply by relying on tips by other friends.

I would have paid a bomb to be able to see their faces last week.