Bueno Day~

It doesn't look like her at all, yet I am reminded of her everytime I see or think of a lion. Sometimes I wonder if it's just becoz I miss her.

Anyways, I've come to realise I'm not just a gardener.. I'm also an expert bacteria and fungi cultivator! LOL *ahem* but I'll not elaborate.

On to more important matters, I would like to tell the world that I opened a coconut all by myself the other day! (and I bow to those who applauded). Althought as simple as it may sound to SOME of you, it is a delicate task that requires extreme skills and precision (because I almost hacked my hand off). You see, under normal circumstances, my 9th wonder of the world aka my dear mother prepare the coconuts for me and my family so usually I don't even lift a finger and when I'm in Chickenhorsegoat City, or Doghead town, my uncles would help prepare it. So what does it take me and my pompous ass to have some coconut? Well I just catwalk in and drink my sexy coconut water like a king.

So I realise how pampered I have been ever since I've had to take care of myself. ALL BY MYSELF. And I have good news! For now, I have gained an appreciation for the fruit. I've very much fallen in love with coconuts for the flavor and what it represents. Persistant yet well liked. I haven't met anyone who's said "Coconut? No way!" Everybody loves a coconut!

Luckily, coconuts are awesome and can be grown anywhere! Not just on lonely islands as usually depicted in the media. But if in case you are stranded on an island and you're lucky to have coconuts around, better hope you've got some sharp tools coz it ain't an easy fruit to open!

If a tomato is a fruit coz it has seeds.. then what bout.. ((grins))..

I'm listening to..
Soler - 媽媽再見

wasd first

Good morning!


If, just in case you've noticed a missing entry bout a snake. That's been removed. A suggestion from my The Lady Octopus. But I have no qualms, so we'll leave it at that.

Just lemme sleep on it.

So by demand, I will post a new entry.

And this entry would be dedicated to my brother Red Ryder BB aka Nunjaks, a deadly weapon designed and invented by the legendary Bruce Lee.


Ever heard of the phrase "he ain't heavy, he's my brother"? (FYI Nunjaks is over 226 lbs or 103kg). So that you get an idea of how lovable Nunjaks actually is, my mom's nickname The Lady Octopus was also given by Nunjaks when he was a kid, coz "mom seemed to be able to catch us when we're misbehaving and no matter how we struggle, we can't get away!" lol He was a real joker! A real cheerful and cute kid. He'd brighten up the room with his presence.


We'd do all sorts of silly things, we even had our own secret club we called The Desire's Accomplice Club. One of the activities of the club was a fund raiser, to raise enough funds to buy our own personal computer. We never raised enough before I left the club. I've always felt sorry for letting him down. And after that incident, our relationship went downhill.. and it was all my fault. I was pushing people away.. especially my brother. Whatever I did.. I'd push him further and further away as we got older.. I was becoming negligent, selfish, hot tempered, greedy, and irresponsible to him as his big bro. I've no idea what came over me.. I still don't know why I did it..


Well, fast forward ten years and I'm more matured I dare say. I believe in change now. And my mission among other things is being the best brother in the world (for Kaibrutus, Nunjaks and Tetsuo). Well I dunno if it's too late but I guess I'll never know if I don't try.
I just hope I'm not.


Nunjaks, this one's for you! Cheers.


I'm listening to..
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart - Symphony No. 25 in G minor

629-100409 #1

I ponder as I listen to the clock tick away, as I clean and arrange the last of the items on my altar.. there is peace in religion.. a new feeling, an experience. As I shall gather more new experiences on this day..

I miss the days.. the golden days.. I wish.. to become the early bird.

Crunch Time.

An evening glow the shade of a lemony orangy autumny sunshine outside my window. Warm.

I remember when I was younger, when I was still a little boy.. I had a wanting.. I wanted a scar across my face just like those comic characters I see. I thought I'd look awesome if I had a trademark scar across my face. Heroic!

Fast-forward 15 years, I got what I wanted. Well, I guess I can't say I'm all sad because I'm a little excited to see what it's gonna look like.. Of course I went to a plastic surgeon to make sure it'll look like what I had in mind, and he helped me modify the alignment of the lining of the scar a lil too! Dynamite!

Now we backtrack 10 years, when I was still in highschool (okay, so I lied to some of you bout me never going to school before). When I was so crazy about basketball and all that NBA craziness and Michael Jordan Era, I had another wish. I had always wanted to bald my head ((grins)) but it never happened coz I was a real mommy's boy and mommy didn't approve. Well, I'm still a mommy's boy but now I've a real valid reason to shave it off! hohoho

Although I'm all manly and macho now, I guess the little boy is just a part of me that'll won't grow old. I may know how to run and jump but I'm still gonna want to walk most of the time and occasionally crawl all over the ladies ((winks)).

That's killing two birds (scar and hairdo) with one stone's throw (car crash) my style. Easy.

I'm listening to..
Amy Mcdonald - This is the life.

Accidents do happen

on the road.

When I woke up, the feelings I had was invigorating. It was reassuring. It was comforting. You don't care how you look, you're just glad to be alive. Perhaps, I should just speak for myself.

First thing I did after regaining consciousness was to check & see if I still had my hands & fingers & then my feet & legs. Making sure I still had control of all my limbs. I didn't even bother with my face. I must admit, I am a vain-pot & I do rate my own looks rather highly, shameless of me to say (all for the greater purpose of blogging).

Instead, I am surprised, in hindsight, that I couldn't care less for how I looked regardless the amount of blood oozing from my head. The whole backseat of the Myvi I was in was soaked red & (so was my friend's shirt who pulled me out of the wreck). Next thing I did after I thought I was okay, was to check on the others, the driver and the front passenger, both were fine (not a scratch even).

Not aware that I was the sole contributor to the bloody mess, I was consoling my friend (the driver who was obviously in shock) & walking about being my usual bossy-self making sure everyone was okay. Doing my best to keep everyone from worrying, not aware that I was the source of their worries ((grins)).

I have a wound on my forehead measuring about 5 inches starting from the top of my right eyebrow right above the bridge of my nose going diagonally upwards & into my hairline, two inches. There was no pain. I felt a sensation, but it wasn't pain. Perhaps I had no time to be in pain.

Well, I have got lotsa time now, lying in bed.. & I feel it now ((cringe)) & blogging doesn't help.. I still have too much time/too much pain. The freeloaders don't help.. they're an extra pain in the ass..

The Sexth Sinse

I was gonna blog bout women but I just came out of a argument with a colleague who took the time and effort to cook some spagetti and pasta for dinner. After some tasting I decided to add more extra light virgin olive oil, which prompted him to comment on my behaviour. With a constipated face asking me in a nice and well mannered tone if his cooking was under par, which I denied knowing very well his taste. I responded that it was my natural taste to prefer a heavier virgin olive oil flavor. No arguement yet. Instead he decides to share a story:-

In a restaurant which he was previously working at, there was an incident whereby the customer behaved in a similiar manner as I did by adding or in his words 'pouring' chilli sauce and handfuls of salt (I think he was exaggerating). Upon seeing this, the cook kindly asked the customer if his cooking was bad or under expectations, to which the customer promptly denied and explained his peculiar taste and preference for such unusual taste. In response the cook proceeded to politely ask the customer to leave the restaurant premises with the meal on the house.

My immediate response was "Which restaurant is this?". The answer that followed was "Why?". I explained that I wanted to know because I felt this was in my opinion bad service. My colleague however, appalled by my reaction to his story explained carefully how polite the cook was in asking the customer to leave. I think it doesn't matter how polite the cook was, this was bad service nonetheless for the customer is always right. A key principal for any service oriented busineses. This lead to a heated arguement with my colleague and my cousin even who was present being annoyed and in an apparently bad mannered exit to the conversation. Which I feel was because due to my overwhelming arguement.

My question is, am I so wrong to think that the customer was being really polite and understanding to not even complain to the cook for such a tasteless dish? I think it would've only been an insult to the cook had the customer take one bite, and asked for the bill and leave.

In the end, I still don't know which restaurant this was, for I would never visit such a restaurant with such loose customer service regulations.

A bottle cap.

24th March

I had originally wanted to post this blog on the 16th of Feb after my Singapore trip. Unfortunately, an awaited opportunity knocked on my door and I was headed to Johor even before I was back, and I couldn't say no for more than one reason. I had no internet whilst in Singapore nor did I in Johor.

I'd apologize for not updating my blog often enough but then I'm not the man that apologizes. If you're thinking of asking for an apology.. Finish! You m.ay leave and I have no intentions of asking you to stay!

Perhaps it is not a usual practice, but I keep beer bottles or sometimes bottle caps for really special occasions, like one that I am keeping from Singapore marked Fri 13th Feb. To recall the day I find out what all the buzz about Geyland is about, particularly the T-junction where Lorong Geylang 8 and Thelma St meets, landmarked by a Hotel 88. Thanks bro for letting me bunk at your place.

Brother Enis, on Brokeback Mt you call me Jake,
On Valentines Day you take me out on a "date",
We drink Juice Station and look over Sentosa beach,
Chilling at Orchard Rd air-spankin many a hot bitch.
Making Valentines 09 a memory I'll never ditch.

I'll not talk bout the previous night,
Bottle cap says it all alright,
You, me, Kenny and Joe.
Always bros before hoes.
You jump, I jump.

I'mma put The Stoners debut album cover at the bottom. In memory of our band that once was the heart of Subang Jaya. We were untoucheble and we still are! Cheers.

p.s.
exit the highway already bro, dont procastinate..