Musings of a Wicked Mind

.: First few pics with my Canon DSLR ;.

2008-10-05T13:32:00.002+08:00

I just got meself a second hand Canon 400D DSLR to toy around. It came with a 18-55mm kit lens, and upon recommendations from the guy at the shop, I got 2 new lenses to come with it - the 50mm 1.4f, and the 55-250mm tele lense.

And I must say, I'm loving every second of it. I even carried my new baby around everywhere I go. So here's some first time pics which I've taken with the Canon.

.: Wireless Leon :.

2008-07-30T23:15:00.004+08:00

I just bought myself an AVF Bluetooth USB adapter to talk to my N82 today, instead of the usual USB cable which I have been using. That cable was the last and final piece of item that made me still a 'wired' person.

I access the internet at home via the Linksys WRT54G wireless router. My router connects to the Jaring SOMA Port modem, which in turns connects to the internet, guess what, wirelessly!

Since I usually work from Starbucks, I am normally connected to the Nomaxis USG Smart Gateway or the Proxim AP 4000 (the only two kinds of APs found in Starbucks Malaysia).

I prefer wireless mice for the freedom that they give, and currently, I'm using the Microsoft Notebook Wireless Optical Mouse 4000.

On my mobile, I check my email, send MMSes, surf the net, chat, and send multimedia content to friends, take hot babes' photos, in addition to checking out locations on GPS.

So here we go. Leon is officially certified IEEE 802.1Z fully wireless! (Now I'm wondering when I'm gonna get brain cancer, or if my kids are gonna be born with 3 eyes and a tail)

.: Zimbabwe :.

2008-07-17T18:27:00.003+08:00

There is this little country in Africa called Zimbabwe. Once the economic crown jewel of the continent about 30 years or so back, today it has an inflation rate of 9 MILLION percent (July 08. In August 08, the figure is estimated to be a mind boggling TWENTY MILLION percent).

Typically, Malaysia's official inflation rate is around 5-8 %. But if we have that kind of rate, your cup of RM 1.20 teh ais this morning at may cost RM 2,000.00 during lunch time, RM 12,000.00 during dinner. And tomorrow it just may cost RM 2 Million per cup.

That's all due to that crap piece of shit Robert Mugabe, the self declared President of the republic.

Well, I'm not gonna write about economics, interesting as it may be in Zimbabwe. I'm going to write about how this country runs itself and brought about the extreme suffering of the people (like for example, about HALF of the population is HIV+).

Shit hole Mugabe runs the country with an iron fist. He tolerates absolutely no opposition to his rule. He constantly takes drastically inhumane to ensure his absolute rule, for example:

- The opposition leader, Morgan Tsvangirai, is constantly harassed, beaten up, arrested, house-arrested and have his family threatened with torture and death.

- The rest of the lucky opposition party members are being charged in court, while the not-so-lucky ones are held without trial, tortured, beaten up and some 'silenced'.

- Voting process is heavily and openly rigged with all kinds of tricks imaginable, and in summary, the polls is just a bloody joke.

- Anyone who is found to have voted for the opposition are being threatened, beaten up or worse.

Shit hole Mugabe has alienated himself from the rest of the world by pissing off leaders from US, UK, EU, his African neighbours and also most of the Asian countries (his latest statement about the rest of the world is "Tell them to go hang themselves"). The only world public figure who openly declares his allegiance and offers asylum for Mugabe is Tun Dr Mahathir, our really smart ex Premier. That really says a lot about the Tun, doesn't it?

Mugabe also fully uses his police and army force to harrass his citizens and instill fear in them.

His propaganda machine controls the media, therefore broadcasting only selected items for the public.

His ministers are all puppets and yes-sir men, and they are all corrupted to the core.

His country is ruled by one party since independence in the 80s, and the ZANU-PF party is full of corrupted idiots, zealots and parrots.

So Zimbabwe's a really screwed up country eh? Well, try Malaysia. Are we so different? We are already heading in that direction, and heck, we are just lucky to have OIL and other natural resources to sustain the corruption and feed the people.

As my best friend Andrew remarked, we are graduating from Zimbabwe University to do our Masters at North Korea U.

I don't write political stuffs on this blog. But this have to be an exception since we are heading into a really bad time. People, do your part. Spread the news. Silence is no longer an option.

.: I'm Sorry :.

2008-06-11T14:25:00.003+08:00

I'm sorry, first and foremost, to all my friends. I know I announced my wedding plans to you guys, and gave you all a tentative date. I know that some of you from as far as New Zealand, Australia and Singapore have made your travel bookings. I am honored, as always, for friends like you guys, and I promise to make it up to you soon.

Still, I urge you to come back too... let's have a party nevertheless. Without the bachelor's night, of course. Wait, what am I saying? Let's HAVE the bachelor nightS everyday that you guys are going to be here :)

I'm sorry, to my parents and my supposedly future in-laws. I know you are disappointed, but some things are just not meant to be. To my in laws, thank you for all your love during all these times. You guys are truly awesome. And yes, I will love your family and hold you in my heart forever.

To my blog visitors, I know that I did always try to keep my promises written here. But this is one promise that I couldn't keep, so truly, my sincerest apologies. I ask for your understanding, and thank you for all your support.

To my one and only baby, I guess it was never meant to be. I think we both know that there are things that are sometimes very much beyond our very control, but I am truly sorry if there have been times when I have not treated you right. I enjoy every moment we spent together, and you are the best thing that has everhappen to me. And I will love you for the rest of my life. (That's a promise you can take to the bank, babe)

Everybody, I will not try to give a lengthy explanation on how things turn up the way it did, but I think you guys deserve at least the simple gist of it for now. So here it goes:

Marriage Not Happening. Involves Third Party. And Not On My Side, don't go jump into conclusions. It's a guy. And the fella's bloody married. And I know him well. I am not angry at him. I am not angry at anybody, in fact. There.

Since this post is about apologies, there should not be any details. But I'll have a more juicy, tell-all, revealing everything in my next post. Until then, cheers everybody.

.: Hot, Hot.. Way HOT!!! :.

2008-05-13T23:21:00.003+08:00

Slurrppp!!!!!!

.: All Hail The Champions !!! :.

2008-05-12T21:54:00.003+08:00

Champions of England yet again. Manchester United, you are truly, surely, the most glorious team ever in the history of football. Thank you for another wonderful year.

.: Where? :.

2008-04-16T23:28:00.003+08:00

Where have you been? Have you abandoned your blog? Hey, I'm glad to see that you're still alive!

Just some of the comments I get from you guys out there, and I know you're all anxious to hear the reasons for my disappearance for the past few months or so.

I owe you guys as much, so here goes:

Starting from Chinese New Year February (which is typically a very busy month for me both socially and professionally), I was caught up with the festivities. My business is usually busy during holiday seasons, as you guys know, so I barely have time to log on the Internet, never mind trying to blog.

Also, I promised my parents that I would take care of all the Chinese New Year preparations this year, from A to Z. I had to plan and arrange for renovations (including almost fist fighting with the drunk Iban electrical contractor that came and did some crappy wiring jobs) and re-furnishing to parts of my home in Kuching, list and buy all the necessary food and drinks, clean and paint the house, among others.

During the New Year itself, I had a blast this time around. As not to bore you guys, suffice to say there were plenty of booze, casinos (read: annual hardcore money making scheme) and hot chicks around.

One of my ex was wearing this uber short, tight cheongsam which showed 3/4 of her nice, firm boobs... DURING THE FIRST DAY OF CNY! And the slits? Well, it went as high as her red G-Strings (for luck, I think). No wonder her dad got himself drunk as early as 10 am.

Now, what else could a man ask for? Of course, you now understand why I did not blog during CNY.

Next, right after the festivities, Pak La La La announced that he was dissolving the Parliament (despite saying he won't barely the day before). Since I am pretty much aligned to certain political ideologies and people and parties, I had to drop everything else that I was doing and concentrate on the political scene. I helped out with the rallies and all whenever I could. Come election week, I was one of the polling agents, and therefore had to attend briefings and work like mad during polling day.

The next couple of weeks after election was spent catching up on my work and reading and writing about the aftermath of the 2008 elections.

Now that things have slowed down some, well, the 'ol Leon is BACK!

Expect more juicy stuffs this whole year.

Cheers all!

.: I Like :.

2008-04-16T02:33:00.005+08:00

Finally today, I managed to find time to shop around for a new phone (after my Dopod 838Pro have been giving me the PMS treatment for the past couple of weeks or so)

Goodbye:

Hello:

My all new Nokia N-Series N82! And I'm LOVING IT!

And my apologies for the lack of updates, for those of you who were kind enough to stop by every now and then.

I promise I will let you guys know why I have disappeared from the blogsphere recently in my next post (tomorrow, prolly).

Cheers fellas.

.: My 2008 :.

2008-01-21T18:12:00.000+08:00

2008. A new year, and I think it's going to be a blast. '08 is going to be the year that defines pretty much the rest of my life. You see, this year, I'm going to:

- FINALLY get married and spend the rest of my life with my other half
- Carve a definitive career path that is going to determine the next 5 years of my professional life, and probably beyond that.
- Move into my new home
- Exercise more
- Eat healthy foods
- Have more sex

Other mini resolutions:

- Take up a language class (possibly Mandarin or Japanese)
- Get started with that Masters
- Expand my stuff to East Malaysia
- Visit China, France and Italy
- Win big at the tables this Chinese New Year :)
- All out war against feminists
- Learn how to sleep and wake up early
- Make my first baby

Oh..and what about 2007? I can safely say 'o7 was awesome, wholesome and absolutely satisfying. Sad to see it go, actually.

So 2008 is going to be mine. I am going to be the King of the World (even if it's just my own world). Ready to RUMBLEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Cheers everybody. May you be blessed with all the good tidings on this one.

.: Cheating :.

2007-10-01T18:26:00.000+08:00

Pam wrote a very biased (which is normal for any feminist) article recently about cheating men. I questioned strongly on that issue, not defending the morality behind it, but on how she forgot to mention that women cheats too.

Men, women, gays, bisexuals, trisexuals, dogs, cats and even plants cheat with multiple partners. So why are men being singled out? Why, whenever there's a divorce, it's usually always assumed that the infidelity is on the guy's side?

I have met so many cheating women, sometimes I'm wondering if women cheat more than men. The worst thing is that when a woman cheats, she actually tells all the details, down to the physical construction of the penis, the length of the intercourse and whether the men can actually "perform" to their best friends. Now ladies, do not deny these accusations. They are true, and you know it.

When men tell their mates, it's usually "Oh, I shagged her. And yes, she's pretty good". And that's about the end of it.

Which one is worse?

This is a post (and probably Pam's post) is essentially about the moral fibers of the human being. So let's get a bit into morality. Let's say a man is unfaithful. He goes out, meets a woman, brings her back to his place. They have a nice shag. Later the woman finds out he's got a gf / wife. And he invites her out to dinner again the next night. And she says yes.

Shame on the man, you say? Right. Shame on him.

What about the woman?

Did you ever asked if she's actually attached?

If she's dumb enough to sleep with him on a one night stand basis, shouldn't she shoulder the blame for at least the same amount?

Shouldn't she have checked out the history of the man first? No? Why? Coz she was drunk? Feeling horny? Coz he SEEMED single? Because he was so charming? So it was lust then? DOH!

And she agreed to go out with him again the next day. What the heck, she said. Nothing else more to lose.

Shame on the man? Shoot the man? Aye.

But I say, SHAME ON THE FUCKING BITCH TOO.

.: Yak Yak Yak :.

2007-09-26T14:50:00.000+08:00

Why the hell issit that women just can't stop talking? They wanna talk about everything under the bloody sun (that is, as long as it interests them). Why can't they just learn to shut the hell up and just enjoy, well, the silence?

I was sipping a nice quiet cup of coffee at Starbucks recently, trying to get some work done in the process, and this old friend of mine happen to pass by and sat down and talked for an entire 2 hours. Non-stop. About her friggin dog. About her mom who's bitchin her about smoking. About not being able to hold on to a job for more than 3 months. Complaining like hell about this loser she's dating who's double timing her (she conveniently left out the part that she's double timing him too anyway). About how Starbucks' cake sucks. And about just whatever shit that comes to her mind. WTF!

Next, my friends are complaining to me that all their wives / gfs wanna do is talk. Apparently, they said that women felt that talking is the most effective way of communication. And apparently, they can't seem to stop either.

Look, I am not against good communication. But remember that communication is something that goes both ways. If women expects their boys to care about the sales in Jaya Jusco now, and how cheap the Akemi comforter sets are (50-70% discounts you know), then you must also be able to INTELLIGENTLY discuss why Wayne Rooney and Carlos Tevez shouldn't playing together if given a choice.

No? I guessed so. Now, we boys never tried to even bring up football subjects with you ladies, so why is it that you feel you MUST, at all costs, tell us (with full animated details) about your stupid best friend who got dumped for the 300th time? She's stupid. That's it. Plain and simple.

Next time you ladies feel like you need to have a verbal diarrhoea again, please remember that:

1. We don't give a shit.
2. We don't wanna give a shit. Ever.
3. We need silence. Lots of it. And we are happy with that.
4. We can communicate in lots of other creative ways. Put on your lingerie, and see us purr.
5. We, for once in our life at least, would like to talk to you about OUR interests.

Now, if you wanna qualify as an effective communicator to the opposite sex, see if you can answer these questions:

1. What's the difference between having a NOS (Nitrious Oxide) system as compared to a Turbo Charger in a performace engine?
2. In snooker, what color balls do we pot in sequence and what's their points worth? Pink, Blue, Green, Brown, Yellow, Black
3. How many configuration and versions are there in the Joint Strike Fighter (JSF), the F35?
4. The Iskandar Economic Region project in Johor have been critisised heavily. Why?
5. What happens after an offside have been declared in football?

No? Then let's enjoy the silence.

.: Return of The King :.

2007-09-15T18:18:00.000+08:00

I was so caught up with work recently, I barely have time to eat decent meals and sleep properly, never mind writing on my blogs. School holidays have typically been a hectic season for my line, and adding to aggressive expansion, I was pushing 14-16 hour days regularly.

Anyway, I am building something which I am passionate about, and which am very proud of, so I am not complaining. And for now, at least, I am finally getting a short breather.

So many things that I want to write about, and so little time. But first things first... I will begin by asking my regular visitors how they are all doing... Jo-No, Pam, Claire, Angel and Adrian, how is it going? Drop me a line, let me know if everything's cool :)

I am not going to give a history lesson, so let me see if I can update everybody on my life for the past month or so:

1. Change of regular hang out spot from Flam to Mystique and Sanctuary

2. Have my seventh operations branch up and running, and will target a total of 10 by end of the year.

3. Ready to get a new car, but don't know which one I want. Maybe you guys can help me decide.

4. Disappointed at the lack of feminist posts (such as OTJ series) on Pam's blog. She must have sobered up... or actually fell in love with a real man. Regardless, I am rooting for a return of Feminist Pam. Much as I hate to admit, feministic posts from her (which I still think is crap) do indeed brighten up my day as I read thru them.

So there u go ...

Updates in the form of Soundbites :)

Oh .. and here it is:

.: Standing In The Eyes Of The World :.

2007-08-19T03:24:00.000+08:00

I just uploaded my latest video to YouTube.com yesterday with a music video of Manchester United ... my heart, my soul, my love. Hope you guys like it as much as I had fun making the video.

Ella - Standing In The Eyes Of The World (and the approximate English translation)

Pahit getir hidup... dan pengorbanan
(Life is full of bitter memories and sacrifices)
Terpaksa dihadapi, demi kejayaan
(But we have to face them if we were to succeed)
Terdidik sejak mula, tabah berusaha
(Learning from young, to be strong and work hard)
Tanpa cuba melangkah, tak kemana
(Without trying the first step, we will end up nowhere)
Di mana kau berada
(Wherever you are)
Pencapaian tak tiba dengan mudah
(Success does not come easy)

( Chorus )

Kini "Standing In The Eyes Of The World"
(Now you are standing in the eyes of the world)
Hanyalah selangkah dari nyata
(Only one step away from realization)
Keazaman membara dijiwa
(Determination burned into your heart)
Menanti saat bebas merdeka
(Waiting for the moment to exhale)
Tiba masa kau melangkah gagah
(It's time you step forward boldly)
Bersemangat ke arah matlamat sedaya upaya
(Spirited towards your goal)
Engkau terunggul
(You are the best)
Wajar "Standing In The Eyes Of The World"
(And deserve to be standing in the eyes of the world)

Harapan yang pernah terkulai layu
(Old hopes which have died out)
Kembali segar mekar bawah bayanganmu
(Is resurrected again with you)
Setiap manusia ingin berjaya
(Everyone wants to excel)
Namun tak semua miliki tuah
(But not everybody have the opportunity)
Engkau menghampirinya
(You are near it)
Kesempatan telah pun tiba...
(The chance has come...)

( repeat chorus )

.: OMFG!!! My Little Black Book still EXISTS!!! :.

2007-08-14T13:10:00.000+08:00

I was rummaging through some old storage spaces in my room recently, and OH MY GOD!!!

I actually found my old little black book (and YES, it was even elegantly BLACK in color) with a collection of gal's names and phone numbers.

I know every guy have a book similar to this, but I can't believe that mine still exists. And mine is really a little book, not much larger than the size of a credit card.

Regressing, I started the collection with just a handful of names back in 1994 (a little over a decade away), and filled it up when I got to Form 4 (1996). Today, it has exactly 196 names and numbers.

Now what I did with that book is of course highly classified. Needless to say, that book brought me lots of fond memories, a few sad ones, but all of them fully cherished!

Full pull out - front view

Full pull out - back view

.: Candle In The Wind :.

2007-07-07T03:25:00.000+08:00

My dearest second cousin left us 3 days ago, at the age of 5. The most graceful, friendly and brave girl I have ever met and loved, I can't even begin to describe the sorrow that we all felt when she left us.

I just want you to know that you will forever be in our hearts, and that we love you.

.: Waiting for a Star to Fall :.

2007-06-13T13:48:00.000+08:00

I was in Velvet recently, on the week right before the hectic school holidays start. I don't usually party in KL, but Lynn was having her birthday party there, and I promised her I would at show up.

It was Mambo night, which meant Eighties music all night long. I was there with James, and we went early. Around 11 PM, the DJ played the original version of "Waiting for a Star to Fall" by Boy Meets Girl, albeit with a slightly faster tempo.

And just barely a few days before, I was debating with my group of buddies to determine our favourite songs of the Eighties and Nineties. And that night in Velvet, I knew that my claim of "Waiting for a Star to Fall" to be the best song of our growing up years is fully justified.

The groups 'Cabin Crew' and 'Sunset Strippers' both released a remixed version of this song about a year back, but the best number is still, without a doubt, the original.

Here you go guys. Eat your hearts out.

.: Hannah T :.

2007-05-26T12:52:00.000+08:00

Hannah is the sweetest, coolest and smartest celeb in the Malaysian scene ... and she's really, really small sized and petite, which I love in a lady.

Oh and her new album Crossing Bridges? Absolutely AWESOME! Check out the samples here, and also for Hannah's official site

In the first song, "Truly Yours", Hannah's passion and voice can match that of any American Idol finalists.. honest.

.: Inspiron Death Part 2 :.

2007-05-12T05:23:00.000+08:00

24 April 2006 8.47 PM

My laptop booted up with an agonising, painful whirling sound.. slowly into the BIOS screen. Checking Memory ... done. Detecting primary hard disk... FOUND!.

Okay so far so good. As long as the hard disk could be detected, there was hope, however faint.

Next, the Windows XP boot screen. Boy, that was the first time in my entire life that I was ever so glad to see the XP screen. That also meant the drive was at least partially readable. More hope. And even more nervous anticipation. Was my Inspiron going to come all this way, and then let me down?

And there and then, I started praying to God, Jesus and Adun. (Adun is the Protoss God in Starcraft). I told God that if He lets my drive boot up alright, I would quit smoking. I told Jesus that... well, come to think of it, I never spoken to him. But I promised Adun I would start playing Starcraft again if I can grab my data out alright.

And guess what? They seemed to like me much on this fateful day. Finally the Windows logon screen. My confidence grew. I punched in my password, and about a minute later, my DESKTOP!

Okay. I realised I forgot to do a list of priority things to backup. Took out a scratch pad, and the list looked pretty much as follows, with most important at top:

1. Work Data on D:\ (price lists, quotations, proposals etc)

2. Personal Data on D:\ (photos, videos, MP3s and projects)

3. Emails and Addresses

4. Full C:\ Backup (if possible)

"Tik ... tik ... tik...".

The damn sound was back. Damn damn damn damn, I cursed Adun. I had not barely even started copying my files. Have to work fast, I urged myself.

I checked the crossover cable from my Dell notebook to my Acer notebook, and making sure one notebook could ping the other. I brought down all antivirus and firewall programs in both notebooks.

On the Inspiron, I mapped my Acer's D:\, which contains almost identical data updated to about 3 weeks old compared to the Inspiron, and booted up a program called SynBack.

SynBack (from a company called 2BrightSparks.com) is a wonderful program which scans both drives for latest updated files, and only copies files which have changed. I got SynBack to scan for changes, and start backing up immediately after.

I was sweating. I estimated that on my D:\, I would have roughly about 100 MBs or so worth of new files (MP3s, proposals, videos etc). Now, it was not the copying of the files that I'm worried about, as 100 MBs should not take a long time, but the scanning portion required the program to run through each and every single folder, sub-folder and file in the disk. That would take an extremely heavy toll on the ailing drive, but I had no choice.

A 3 week old sync would take about 1 hour to complete. I refused to wait at the sidelines, knowing well that it was completely out of my hands, and only Fate determined whether the data gets out alive or otherwise.

"Tik ... tik ... tik...".

I left the room for what might be the last ciggarette of my life, should the whole backup process go well. Came back 5 minutes later, and SynBack has done about 5% of my Inspiron D:\.

When (if) the whole process was done, I would have a perfectly syncronized and backed up D:\ drive in my Acer notebook at the end of the process. If it failed halfway during the scan, then all efforts and prayers would have been in vain.

I lowered the brightness of both LCD screens, and head to bed, to the sound of pure, clean death about to come to my beloved Inspiron as my only companion. Tomorrow is judgement day...

"Tik ... tik ... tik...".

To be continued.........

.: Inspiron Death Part 1:.

2007-04-25T16:21:00.000+08:00

24 April 2007 - 10.24 AM

I woke up, feeling slightly groggy, but otherwise refreshed after a night of restful sleep. By virtue of habit, the first thing I did was reach my hand out of my comforter, to the floor where my trusted old friend laid, my Dell Inspiron 510m notebook to check for work emails, and any updates on ESPN.Soccernet.

That's how I start my day. Everyday for the past 2 years. Hell, I even prowl the web before I give my other half the customary morning kiss.

This morning, however, there was an eery feeling swirling around my room. It sounded more quiet than usual. Deathly silent. There was also a slight feeling of static in the air, coupled with bone chilling cold and heavy humidity. Something evil looms.

I flipped open the LCD cover slowly, as I was not fully awake. Then I hear a strange sound. Soft, barely audible, but it was there nevertheless.

"Tik ... tik ... tik...".

That jerked me up instantly. I have not done any IT support (save for my own personal hardwares) for the past 6 years, but the training I had as a Systems Engineer back in 2001 rushed into my head instantly. You see, just like a medical doctor trained in the art of emergency medicine and procedures, we were trained to identify emergency symptoms in a computer. And this is the biggest one of them all. The cardiac arrest of the notebook.

"Tik ... tik ... tik...".

That distinct sound can only mean one thing: The hard drive is either dead, or dying real, real soon.

Took my hand off the laptop, shell shocked. Panic.

When was the last backup? 3 weeks ago. Any new, important data ever since? Yes. Lots. Holy mother of God. That massive proposal I created for my client last week wasn't backed up. The long hours I put into creating Max's videos. That wasn't in either. Not to mention 3 weeks of emails. Damn, damn, damn.

"Tik ... tik ... tik...".

Windows was still on, but hanged. That is a good sign. No Bluescreen of Death. That means the drive is still partially alive, at least for now.

"Tik ... tik ... tik...".

Okay, I told myself to calm down. I almost rushed to map my laptop to my server shared drive and try to copy all the data to the server and hope for the best. But what did basic training say?

We know that to try and push the limit of the drive further will kill it even faster. We also know that heat is also a problem in situations like these, as the disk's spindle will expand due to heat, and that worsen things. It is also known that the drive have less than 48 hours of operation time left to live, regardless of what one does to it.

So I got the facts. What do I do with it?

"Tik ... tik ... tik...".

I made a decision. And in doing so, I am taking a huge risk, but with potentially high returns..

Slowly, and gently, I carressed the power button. Applied some pressure on it, and turned the whole notebook off.

I lowered the temperature of my room air conditioning to the lowest possible, 16 degrees centigrade. And then I went on to do my daily chores, although for the whole day, my heart was heavy, and I keep hearing the "tik... tik... tik..." repeating in my head.

24 April 2007 - 8.36 pm

Came back, and my room was freezing cold. Almost like the morgue. I gently touched my Dell, running my fingers through the sleek LCD screen. I felt the keyboard keys, and finally I rested my hands on the small touchpad. Looking for signs of life, looking for hope.

Next, I had a decision to make again. Do I move my Dell to my workstation, where I could have nearer physical access to the network switch, router, server and my other notebook, or do I leave it as it is? I decided to move it, after weighing the pros and cons. You see, moving a sick drive is very very dangerous. One very gentle jerk, and you can be rest assure your data's fried.

So I picked up the notebook slowly and laid it on top of my table. I plugged in all the necessary pheriperals. Cross cable into my Acer Aspire. USB connection for the DVD Burner. USB mouse. Power cord.

And I stared at the "Power" button, touched it but not pressing it. I hesitated. I dreaded this moment for the whole day. According to experience, there's a 70% chance the drive won't boot again. Ever.

Slowly, I applied some pressure to the button. Here we go. Moment of truth...

To be continued.........

.: Max on YouTube :.

2007-04-23T07:38:00.000+08:00

Just made this short video of Max for YouTube. Hope you guys enjoy :)

.: Angel :.

2007-04-23T05:58:00.000+08:00

"The Sun Ain't Gonna Shine - Four Tops"

Angel sent me this track and virtually completed a big part of my life. You see, I have been searching for this song for about 8 years now.

I first heard it when this DJ friend of mine, Robert Mah, played it regularly at this joint we frequent. Unfortunately, the song was on LP, so I couldn't borrow a copy of the CD.

Anyway, before I digress, as I tend to, this post isn't about Robert, LPs even me. I specifically wanted to thank Angel for her efforts and kindness to locate this song for me.

I am not even going to try to figure out how long and how tough it took her to do this, as even I have problems locating it for a BIG part of a decade (and believe me, I'm an expert serial MP3 leecher).

For that matter, don't start calling me a cheapskate - the CD is not available in Tower Records either.

And until 5 minutes ago, this song was not even available on streaming sites, even YouTube.

Well, I've uploaded the song to YouTube now, as I believe for such a great song (one of the greatest ever, IMHO), the only logical step is to share it with the world.

For a bit of background information, the song was written by Albert Hammond and Diane Warren, and performed by one of the most popular groups in the 70-80s era, Four Tops. The song first appeared in their album Indestructible, out in 1988.

Thanks again Angel :)

Enjoy!!!!

Angel - one of the most popular bloggers in Malaysia

The original YouTube Video Link

Four Tops on Wiki

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- Extra Footnote -

Lyrics:

It’s hard to see you walk away
It hurts to see you go
But if I asked you to stay
Would it matter anyway

I’m not surprised you’re leaving
I’ve known it all along
But my life will still go on
Yes, my life will still go on

I’ll find a way to make it
Through the long and lonely night
Find a way to live without you
Without you in my life

cause baby, baby
The sun ain’t gonna shine if you’re not with me
I’ll live without the love you have to give me
I’ll make it through the night
I’m gonna be alright

But baby, baby
The stars ain’t gonna dance across the heavens
The moon is gonna hide away forever
I know I’ll make it through
But it won’t be the same without you, baby
Without you, baby

Maybe I’ll be better
Better on my own
I can stay out all night long
I’ll have a good time when you’re gone

Maybe it won’t be so bad
To be here all alone
I’ll have all the time to do
All the things I wanna do

So go ahead and walk away
If that’s what you wanna do
cause I’ve got my life to live
And I can live it without you

cause baby, baby
The sun ain’t gonna shine if you’re not with me
I’ll live without the love you have to give me
I’ll make it through the night
I’m gonna be alright

But baby, baby
The stars ain’t gonna dance across the heavens
The moon is gonna hide away forever
I know I’ll make it through
But it won’t be the same without you, baby
Without you, baby

I’ll find a way to make it
Through the long and lonely night
Find a way to live without you in my life
Without you in my life

cause baby, baby
The sun ain’t gonna shine if you’re not with me
I’ll live without the love you have to give me
I’ll make it through the night
I’m gonna be alright

But baby, baby
The stars ain’t gonna dance across the heavens
The moon is gonna hide away forever
I know I’ll make it through
But it won’t be the same without you

The sun ain’t gonna shine if you’re not with me
I’ll live without the love you have to give me
I’ll make it through the night
I’m gonna be alright...

.: Manchester Utd 7 - 1 AS Roma :.

2007-04-21T17:08:00.000+08:00

One of my proudest moment, really. Second only to the 1999 Treble year.

.: Kiasus and Kiasis :.

2007-04-17T00:37:00.000+08:00

The following are actual conversations that took place between me and my direct Singaporean counterparts. Names have been changed to protect those not so innocent kiasus.

Scene 1 Act 1

Me: (Shakes hand) Hey Alex, how's it going?

Alex: Good good. Our market is growing pretty well. In fact, I think we're gonna hit our numbers way before the end of the fiscal year.

Me: Oh? That's great news. Congratulations.

Alex: Thanks. I heard you guys in Malaysia are slogging it out. What's wrong over there?

Me: Slogging it? Nah, we are not doing too badly. We've achieved all our quarterly numbers ...

Alex: (cutting me off) You know, I think it's the mentality. You guys need to work harder, and set your goals properly. You see, the objective is very important.

Me: My team is working our socks off, Alex. Frankly, I can't ask for a better team.

Alex: I'm sure you guys can improve. You see, we just sealed a 30 mil dollar deal from Singtel last month. It's all due to the hard work and never say die attitude, which is lacking in the rest of the ASEAN region. That's so sad, you know. Phillipines is doing much worst off than you guys up there, and Indonesia is not much better either.

Me: Phil is a young team, Alex. The Phil operations just started barely 3 years ago. Give them a chance.

Alex: It's not about young or old. What they need is proper guidance. In fact, I have submitted a proposal for us in Singapore to do a regional thing next Q. We'll all travel to each ASEAN outfit and try to see if we can train the sales guys up. To push the numbers, so to speak. I think our Singaporean guys can share their ideas with you guys.

Me: I can't comment on that. You need to put that up with Regional for that kind of request. Anyway, honestly, Alex, I think we're doing ok as a group. Nobody posted a red report, so far.

Alex: Yes, but with our experienced guys guiding you all, I think we can all perform better. Frankly, I am tired of the rest of the region dragging our group performances down.

*sigh*

Scene 1 Act 2

(Second unfortunate meeting)

Alex: Hey Leon. I heard your boss, she's not really performing.

Me: Well, as I told you earlier, our team is doing really great, much better than the previous two years, I suppose.

Alex: You know, she's a Malay. They cannot perform. All they do is wait for hand outs. I've heard about you doing wonderfully, but if you continue tagging along in the group, I'm afraid things might not look good.

Me: What? Hey man, in Malaysia, we are all performance oriented, regardless of race, nationality or religion. You need to watch those words, especially when you come to my country next time around. Besides, we work as a team. We support each other. We do not create mutiny against our superiors.

Alex: Not mutiny. We need to work smart man. Look out for our own backside. If you want to climb the corporate ladder up fast, that is.

Me: Oh? And just how am I supposed to do that?

Alex: You mustn't continue this group thing. You need to let Regional know who is performing and who is not. If you are doing well, you need to learn to take credit for it. If not, nobody will notice you. And if your boss isn't doing her job, you need to report that up too. Subtlly, of course.

Me: But we do work as a group. We help each other, and we take the credit or fall together. It's more fun that way, you know.

Alex: It's not like that here in Singapore. Here, we all watch out for our own backs. Lots of sharks around the corner, you know. Your best friend might just turn back and bite you.

Me: (speechless)

*and Alex proceeds to give me a 30 minute premier on high riding office and racial politics, to which I almost vomitted at the end of*

Scene 2 Act 1

Tony: Hey Leon. I heard your team did pretty well last quarter. That's good news man. Regional is really paying attention to you now.

Me: I think our team got lucky. But oh, well, we do try our best. That's what they pay us for, right?

Tony: Yeah. It's just so sad that the head of the country is a Malay. If not, can perform even better.

Me: Tony, I don't think race got anything to do with it.

Tony: It has everything to do with. Us Chinese, we are the ones working. They are just enjoying the fruits.

Me: We do try the very best in our country to not use the US and THEM termininology, man. It's considered seditious. If we want fairness and equality, we have to first give the same.

Scene 3 Act 1

(At 8.45 after company dinner)

Me: Hi Robert, this is a great dinner isn't it? Hey you know, us and the Phillipines lads, we wanna go for a few beers after this. You wanna join?

Robert: Thanks, but we've got lots of work to do for tomorrow's presentation. Say, are u free for the next 1/2 hour? I wanna run some numbers by you...

I'm not even gonna comment on those scenes. You draw your own conclusion. And here I have people asking me why I dread going to Singapore, and why I'm always chilly towards Singaporeans in general...

(For the record, I do have a few really cool buddies from Sing. There are some down to earth, normal ones there, I assure you. It's the rest of the country that sucks.)

.: Dear God :.

2007-04-04T19:10:00.000+08:00

Attn: God
CC: Pope Benedict XVI, Vatican City

Dear Sir,

RE: Stay of Application - Sainthood for Leon

Forgive me, God, for I have sinned. And I have sinned aplenty, if I may add. I have been a very very naughty boy lately, and I can't say I didn't enjoy every bit of it though.

You see (of course you do, silly me), I have been doing lots and lots of naughty things lately. You are aware of the wild parties I have been having, no? Not that any of that has been faults of mine, mind you. My nutty friends are the evil ones, swaying me from the path of rightousness.

You are no doubt in deep anger, and I fully understand. But punish those bastards first, before you castigate this humble servant of yours. They are the ones who keep inducing me with the alcohol. The will is strong, dear God, but the flesh is weak. Forgive me.

You are also aware of my unholy fornication of various loose maidens. Punish them too. If they did not show those cleavages and perky backsides, this poor soul would not be tempted so. But don't punish them too hard, though. I am rather fond of each and every one of them. Well, most of them at least. May I suggest some mild whipping and candle wax drip? Handcuffs too, perhaps?

I am now smoking more than a choo choo train, and for that, go punish Dunhill or Marlboro. Make the CEO of British Tobacco and Phillip Morris gay. And make them both fornicate with each other. They shouldn't tempt me with such sweet, dangerous allures. Very unholy (and unhealthy too), I tell you.

If you recall, recently I submitted my application for Sainthood to the poor John Paul II fella, and he has since kicked the bucket and gone to see you. I think that under the current unavoidable circumstances, it would be in the best interest of all parties for me to withdraw that application, and request for a stay of execution (it means put that into your KIV box).

I will need time to repent and lead back a pious life. Give me oh I dunno, another two weeks or so. I will start self cleansing again, and probably re-activate my application to you.

I would also like to take this opportunity to say that you are one cool dude, because other deities would've sent a lighting bolt down my arse (if you would forgive my French) by now, even before I have a chance to hit the "Publish" button. Ben, yo, you are cool too bro.

Lastly, forgive me for not writing more, as it is already 7.45PM, and its time for dinner, and then more alcohol, and hopefully followed by some good old fornicating again. As they say, since you have sinned, why not all the way? After all, the confessions and consequences later are a tad about the same.

Cheers mates.

Yours Sincerely,

Saint Leon VI (pending)

.: Babies :.

2007-04-03T01:42:00.000+08:00

I have started noticing this back about a decade ago, and recent new aquaintances have just shored up my curiosity a notch further.

Is it just me, or is it true that girls who share the same name also share the same common traits?

Let me list down a few, and see if you agree:

Michelle - Pretty, sexy, straight talker, disliked by most other girls, hard to maintain a long relationship, big boobs

Rachael / Racheal / Rachel - Usually found with long straight hair, and has a strong scent of sex appeal around her

Kelly / Cally - Tall, great figure, target of most guys in high school / college and has a high sex drive or is usually horny

Irene - Exotic, asian look, soft hearted, likes to hang out with the wrong type of boys

Karen / Caren - Aggressive, not so pretty, usually earns good money, or comes from well to do families

Sharon - Horny

Amy - Pretty, but usually also ends up with wrong kinds of buggers and screws up their lives

Stephanie - Attractive, great body, highly manipulative

Cheryl - Smart, pretty

Emily - Sweet, sexy

Tracy - Damn bloody high sex drive

Esther - Usually looks ordinary, but great at dressing and make up to cover for the shortfall

Melanie - Smart as hell

Jessie / Jess / Jessy - Totally screwed up life, falls for guys easily, usually quite attractive

Hannah - very pretty, very popular back in high school / college

Jacqueline - bloody manipulative bitches

.: Access Point Whore :.

2007-03-26T20:31:00.000+08:00

In the past 6 months alone, I have had the opportunity to burn through 4 wireless Access Points (AP) in my house.

In honor of the departed, the poor APs on the right, from top to bottom:

1. Orinocco AP 4000 by Proxim - Dead after 3 weeks (firmware corruption)

2. 3Com OfficeConnect-G - Dead after 1 year (board malfunction)

3. 3Com OfficeConnect-G - Dead after 1 week (firmware corruption)

4. AP 2500 by Proxim - Dead upon first use (bad original firmware and config)

On the left, is my new and currently in use, Linksys Wireless-G. Let's see how long this baby can last.

And oh yes, I do have the bad habit of tweaking and torturing all my hardwares until they die miserable and painful deaths. Oh yes baby!

.: Max :.

2007-03-26T20:24:00.001+08:00

Our Max... the cutest lil thing...

.: LiGhTs.[DeSiGn] :.

2007-03-26T19:50:00.000+08:00

Ah, finally managed to get my website up and running after the long period of maintenance.

Check it out:

http://www.lightsdesign.homeip.net

.: Adelaine :.

2007-03-26T04:07:00.000+08:00

If someone were to ask me, name the most perfect person you've ever known, I would enthusiastically shout out, "Adelaine. Definitely Adelaine. Gosh, you gotta meet her man!"

Her mere presence can bring smiles to a boring party, lift anyone who's in gloom, and she never ever fail to make me laugh each time we get the rare chance to talk. She's the kind of gal that brings out the best in everybody. And she makes everyone just wanna be a better person (a cliche I borrowed from "As Good As It Gets"). Just like that.

I've known her for probably as long as anybody would, and together, we've been through some really cool ups and downs, especially the time when we were college mates. And I assure you, nobody would ever forget this wonderful person, least of all me.

She listens, she gives honest advice and she's willing to help out anyone. I'll bet you if there's ever a person who would lend a perfect stranger money for food, well....

Did I also tell you that Adelaine is also one of the smartest person around? She aces everything in life: high school, college and now, career.

I know what you're thinkin. Now, a person that has been gifted all of the above are usually one of those geeky girl you find in every class, who is everyone's friend, but whom nobody's willing to date.

God, however, has granted Adelaine another gift: She happens to also be one of the hottest babe I've ever met. And believe me, I don't pay compliments like these easily. Heck, she was one of the beauty queens of our college. And honestly, I think she puts those silly Miss Malaysia, Miss Cheongsam, Miss Chinese and Miss Whatever I-Want-World-Peace to utter shame. Everytime.

Adelaine, perfect!

Now, Ade, that last entry you posted on your blog about men being unfaithful, well, I STRONGLY disagree. I was just hoping that after reading this posting, you would grant me the wish of having it changed to something that reflected more fairly on my fellow men. Heck, I've probably met more cheating gurls than men. Honest!

http://adelaine.blogspot.com

.: Love and Prayers :.

2007-03-23T02:38:00.000+08:00

Caryn,

My heartfelt condolences. And sorry that this message came so so late.

Love and prayers,

Leon

.: Jono's Confession :.

2007-03-22T20:20:00.000+08:00

Extra, Extra, read all about it. Jono walks around naked. ALL the bloody time.

This is probably one of the most honest blog I've ever come across. It's gross, but hey, at least it's original.

Oh, and he's got a great blog too.... really took the time to spice it up with .. well, girly stuffs.

http://jo-no.blogspot.com/2007/01/jono-confession.html

.: Visual DNA :.

2007-03-21T15:29:00.000+08:00

Give it a try, guys.

Read my VisualDNA™ Get your own VisualDNA™

.: Dear Hot Chicks :.

2007-03-20T22:24:00.000+08:00

This post (http://www.craigslist.org/about/best/sfo/281499301.html) is so darn funny, I thought I'd re-post it here:

Dear Hot Chicks,

Hi, my name is Tim, or Joe, or Sam. Though we haven't had a formal introduction I'm sure you know me, or at least what I represent here. I'm fat guys. I'm nerdy guys. I'm short guys, bald guys, dorky guys, spazzes, weirdos. Hobos, and guys without great jobs, cars, or clothes. I just wanted to take a second to talk to you about something very important to me, something it doesn't seem that you realize:

If you are physically attractive and dress in such a way to grab the attention of attractive males, you will also grab the attention of us unattractive males.

I'm sorry you're attractive though I am not. Believe me, it is probably as hard for me as it is for you. It isn't like I didn't sometimes wish I was some hot dude with whom you would make out at some shitty party with bad music. But just so you know, you were showing a lot of cleavage on the escalator at Barnes and Noble today and even though I wasn't the guy you wanted to attract, I like boobs just like he does. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not the creepy guys. I know how to look at some boobs without staring or showing up in your driveway, but if you catch me checking you out please don't look so pissed off. What if I knew some hot dude and was about to point him in your direction but changed my mind because now you seem like a bitch? Bet you didn't think of that while buying that short skirt did you?

Please don't think I'm asking you to become the chick in the bar who is a little ugly and past her prime who wants any and all guys to stare at her and have endless conversations about sexuality like that one time in college when she totally made out with some chick at a party and a whole bunch of frat guys got boners. I'm just saying, if you go fishing don't get mad if you catch a boot, or a tin can, or even maybe some seaweed.

.: The Dreaded Commitment :.

2007-03-20T14:08:00.000+08:00

I was watching the long winded movie, "An Officer and A Gentleman" starring Richard Gere last night, and boy, what a LONG movie it was.

Not much substance to it, I must add, but there's one point finely highlighted rather beautifully in the film: the phobia of men towards commitment and the tricks slimy bitches are using to lure men to get hitched. *sigh*

Ladies, leave men ALONE!!!!!!!!

So what if we like to live as if there's not a care in the world? So what if we love to have free flowing sex, booze and fast cars? So what if we booze and smoked and get stoned till we dropped? So what if we are still not ready to settle down, even at the age of 40?

So what, so what, so what?

You wanna settle down? Fine. Go find some geeky virgin fresh out of high school. You want a husband? Fine, go get one on Match.com or answer to the newspaper ads.

How come every gal goes out with a guy, and immediately plans for the long term shit (with some even thinking about the kids' names)?

Why can't we just go out with you, shag, and leave it at that? Why can't we take things as it comes, you know, live like there's no tomorrow, TODAY?

*sigh* Just leave us the hell alone, alright?

.: Female Drivers are CRAP :.

2007-03-08T06:08:00.000+08:00

Attn: Director
Road Safety Department
Ministry of Transportation

Dear Sir,

RE: Immediate Ban of All Female Drivers On Malaysian Roads

With reference to the above, I would like to call to your attention on the extremely poor driving skills (that is, if you can call them "skills" at all) of female homosapiens and the hazards they pose to other innocent road users.

I strongly believe that most major road accidents, injuries and deaths are caused by or related to females (kindly refer to attachment below for further statistics).

Allow me to summarise some of my findings in the regular driving problems of women:

Females think that when she enters a highway, she should enter directly into the fast lane, despite the fact that the ongoing car is coming at 90 KM/h.
Females assume that one may drive on the highway at any speeds convenient to themselves, and personally, I have trailed women drivers countless times on the overtaking lanes driving at 50 KM/h, whilst flashing my lights so much that I though my bulbs were gonna melt.
Women generally feels that it is perfectly alright to do makeups and touch ups (FYI, touch ups are similar to make ups, just that make up is like tarring a new road, but touch up is more to patching the pot holes) in the car, WHILE its in motion. Since we are on that subject, FYI also, mascarra is like painting the street lamps to make them look taller, foundation is well, the rocks below the tar road, eye shadow is the flowers you plant by the streets to make it look more grand than it actually is and lastly, the eye liner is like you have a one lane road, but you paint it to look like its got two lanes.

Anyway, I digress.

Women drivers are usually emotional subjects. They are unable to think logically, inclined to panic and cannot judge speed and distance accurately. Allow me to remind you that each one of the flaws are perilous by themself, nevermind a combination of all of them (which every women is scientifically proven to suffer from).
Lastly, two words, my good sir: parallel parking.

I trust that you see the point I am trying to make. Suggestions to eradicate this grave social ill are as follows:

Immediate ban of all drivers of the female gender
Strong enforcement and jail terms for offenders.
Introduce the bicycle as an alternative and compulsary mode of transportation for females (it's GREEN, it's healthy, and all of us guys get to see bouncy uh, assets as added bonus)

Sometimes, desperate times call for desperate measures. And there is no time in history more desperate than now. People are dying out there as you are readin this, Sir. My brethrens brothers (skillful and proper male road users) are being terminated in large quantities daily. These are very real and tangible HUMAN lives that we are talking about.

We cannot be consumed by our petty differences anymore. We will be united in our common interests. We are fighting for our right to live. To exist. And should we win the day the world will call out in one voice: "We will not go quietly into the night! We will not vanish without a fight!" We're going to live on! We're going to survive! Today we celebrate our Road Safety Day!

Thank you.

Yours Sincerely,

Leon

Appendix A: Various Goverment Research Statistics and Findings

http://answers.google.com/answers/threadview?id=607202
http://www.fhwa.dot.gov/ohim/womens/chap26.pdf
http://www.atsb.gov.au/publications/1998/pdf/Gender_Fem_5.pdf

http://www.atsb.gov.au/publications/1998/pdf/Gender_Fem_3.pdf

http://ph.state.al.us/chs/HealthStatistics/Reports/mva1.PDF

http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/entrez/query.fcgi?cmd=Retrieve&db=PubMed&list_uids=12214367&dopt=Abstract

Appendix B: Female Drivers are CRAP

.: Criterias :.

2007-03-02T01:49:00.000+08:00

After reading thru MINI's blog (http://www.minishorts.net/) about the criterias her mom set for her about dating a man, I couldn't help but noticed how similar my mom's lists was, despite me being a guy and all.

And so, if my memory serves me right, here's the list (or pretty much most of it)

1. Must be Chinese.
2. Must be younger than me. (or else the neighbours and old hag relatives would talk, apparently)
3. Must be educated at least until university. (or else the neighbours and old hag relatives would talk, apparently)
4. Must have stable job. (or else the neighbours and old hag relatives would talk, apparently)
5. Must be loyal. (and just how the hell am I supposed to judge that, I am still lost after all these years)
6.Must not be Muslim. (or else the neighbours and old hag relatives would talk, apparently)
7. Must know how to save money.
8. Must not be lazy, otherwise I have to work my entire life to feed my wife. (uh?)
9. Must not like to talk to other men except me only. (or else the neighbours and old hag relatives would talk, apparently)
10. Must not be a smoker. (or else she would chase her out of the house with a broomstick)
11. Must not drink.
12. Preferably teochew or hokkien. Hakka is totally banned.
13. Preferably not earning more than you. (or she will be dominating and rebellious)
14. Preferably around 1 to 3 years younger than me.
15. Preferably from a well-to-do family and educated. (Doctors, Lawyers or Engineers preferred)
16. Preferably willing to share financial burdens with me.

Now, here's where the list gets different from Mini's:

17. Must be able to cook, clean and wash.
18. Must be totally domesticated and submissive.
19. Must be tall, preferably above 5' 6" and look HOT. (her words were "pretty, with big eyes and feminine traits")
20. Must have a great, tight arse. (yes, indeed that's my mom's criteria, not mine. Okay, so happens that I love great tight arses too, but according to my mom, it's better for child bearing purposes)
21. Cannot come from broken families.
22. Must love children.
23. Must not quarrel with mom in law, auntie in laws and any other in laws.
24. Must be able to speak, read and write in fluent Mandarin and English. (basically an Oxford educated Ah Lian... hmm)
25. Must be an untainted virgin. And cannot have sex till we are both married.

Okay. So let me sum it up:

I'm supposed to search for a VIRGIN CHINESE Holly Valance, who knows how to cook and loves ALL other household chores, educated with a PhD in Neurosurgery, can talk to my mom like they are the best of friends, can WRITE in fluent chinese, has ONLY the hots for me and NO other men, and willing to submit to all my commands and desires.

And we're not supposed to SHAG?

MUAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

Let The Amazing Hunt begin! St. Leon Lee, the Virgin Hunter. CSI: Kuala Lumpur.

.: The Mighty Glowing Bron :.

2007-02-28T16:17:00.000+08:00

Heheheheheh ....

Here's the full glowing profile (pun intended):

About Me:
I am a human, a common girl in the world.I have bron in JB, glowing up at Ipoh, study in Penang, & work at KL. So i dunno where i am from...

Hehe :pA bit crazy & a bit emotional... Easy to happy & easy to crying also...

Sometimes im a sanguine & extrovert but im a serene & self-abased at sometimes also.

So u can say i am a person in duality character.I like to take pics, specially take with myself...

:PI hope to love, i love myself & i trusting happiness in front of me !!!

Now for a bit of explanation with the help from Dictionary.com:

Dutch: bron

fountain [ˈfauntin] noun
a source

Example: God is the fountain of all goodness.

san·guine /ˈsæŋgwɪn/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[sang-gwin] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation
–adjective
1. cheerfully optimistic, hopeful, or confident: a sanguine disposition; sanguine expectations.

a·base /əˈbeɪs/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[uh-beys] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation
–verb (used with object), a·based, a·bas·ing.
1. to reduce or lower, as in rank, office, reputation, or estimation; humble; degrade.
2. Archaic, to lower; put or bring down: He abased his head.

Footnote:

For all my reader's info, I am human too. I have bron in Kuching, I glowed (pretty brightly, I must say) in Kuching too. I would like to think that I am still glowing. Everyday.

I also think I'm pretty sanguine. I do not self-abase myself much, but I do tend to self-abuse at sometimes myself with lots of alcohol hehehe

I take pics with myself too. Myself, along with my neighbour's disembowelled kittens hanging from my ceiling fan.

I trusting happiness in front of me too.. especially when I see a bunch of hot babes sauntering right by .... oh the bliss...

.: Updates :.

2006-12-06T01:35:00.000+08:00

Again, I do apologise for the lack of postings lately... been rather caught up with work, and this is probably going to be the last post that I'm gonna do for the (rather eventful) year 2006.

Anyway, as I said, I have been busy, and still is. So I'm going to summarise all the usual stuff into point form this time.

Reflections : 2006

1. Great year for my ventures. Moving along with much more momentum than I would have ever dared imagined.
2. Learnt that true love can only grow indefinitely.
3. Learnt that the human greed is also infinite.
4. As long as you work smart, a bit of procrastination can actually work on your side.
5. Robert Kiyosaki, in his Rich Dad Poor Dad book, is right on.
6. And always buy assets.
7. "Managing people is the toughest thing in any business" holds truer than ever for me.
8. You cannot please everybody. If you need to piss a person off, piss him off and most important of all, terrorize him. Drive in the knife and twist it. And make sure it doesnt heal.
9. The humble pie is toughest to swallow. But it is the most educational, if you care to learn from it.
10. Fear of losing and ego has been my biggest driving force while love brings the counterbalance. I let fear and ego run freely in my working life, and I excelled. I let love run in my social life even more freely. The only trick is how to draw the line between those two.
11. Finally, after 7 years, I have let go of one of my past ghosts.

Moving Forward: 2007 and beyond

1. Get that MBA.
2. Semi-D or corner lot home in Puchong.
3. Refurbish my home in Kuching.
3. Add at least 5 more outlets.
4. SUV
5. Bali and China for us, China for my parents and in-laws.
6. Condo in Sunway.
7. Propose
8. Leave a legacy behind before I quit my current company
9. Healthier living, quit smoking.
10. Politics?

Wishes: 2007

Politics:

1. DAP and PKR to merge, DSAI to lead.
2. Ku Li to challenge for presidency and win.
3. Strategic Uncle Sam nuke on Pyonyang (the Curly bugger there ain't good news for anybody).
4. Colon thingee flares up again for Pehin the White with great, long and painful suffering before death.

Social and interests:

1. Premiership for the Devils, Champions League or FA as icing
2. A great movie which has been too long since its last (something as memorable as Shawshank Redemption, Love Actually, Ghost or Star Wars)
3. Our best buddy, Yew Seng, to finally see the light and haul his ass back here to Malaysia for good. And yes, also to finally admit that he is married.

Love, Sex and Other things

1. Joey and Amy (just a peek will do)
2. Sarawak, Wilayah, Selangor, Perak and Melaka settled. Sabah and Johor's PO should meet 2006 fiscal year dateline. To complete nationwide expansion, Negeri Sembilan, Perlis, Penang and Pahang and Kedah are the main focus. Terengganu and Kelantan are neglible (as they say, boleh diabaikan).

.: Persuasive Gal :.

2006-09-18T18:57:00.000+08:00

ROTFL!!!

LOL. Small wonder then that the Higher Education Ministry estimates 80,000 thousand unemployed (or unemployable) graduates. And I believe the figure includes those that "persuades their Master in Computer Science" from MIT, UCLA, Yale, Harvard etc.

I can't seem to stop grinning from this posting. Hehe. Boy, am I evil or what. *grins* <-- there I go again.

.: Of Charms and Fate :.

2006-08-05T11:39:00.000+08:00

Allow me to deviate a little from the usual themes of my blog today to share some personal insights about charms and fate.

Firstly, I am starting to realise that most humans can only be the master of one particular trait or trade. Recently, for the past year or so, I have acquired quite a bit of a new enterpreneurship skill and is working hard on improving it further.

It has made my life much better and fuller, and I am enjoying myself, having the time of my life.

However, the past couple of weeks have made me realised that once you acquire a new flair, you tend to lose the old ones, slowly but surely. What have I lost? Well, for one, charm. Hard to fanthom (by yours truly, most of all) 'ol Leon losing the touch with the ladies, but nevertheless true.

I shall not delve further into that issue here, but suffice to say it is neither a proud nor easy thing for me to imagine, nevermind openly admit the fact. I know some of the readers would be screaming for details, but you will not get it here.

Weaknesses are meant to be recognized, admitted and worked on. Therefore, I am going to sharpen up on this charm thing for the next couple of weeks and see how it goes.

Next, on Fate. I think Fate works in strange ways. I strongly subscribe to the notion that everything happens for a reason. If you have a kind and noble heart, Fate will favor you. Sometimes things that seems bad or unfavourable happen because Fate is trying to save you from a major catastrophe or screw up.

I've seen this thing happen numerous times, both to myself and to other people, so personally, for that I am thankful to Fate for the kindness.

Don't worry, I still don't believe in the existence of God. Fate, however, is very real, and that there's scientific theories to prove this - basically the notion that everything in the universe is being pre-ordained - some references below:

http://www.cursesandepithets.com/writing/multiverse-transactional.html

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Multiverse

http://www.nobeliefs.com/Hawking.htm

http://www.seed.slb.com/en/scictr/watch/cosmos/quantum.htm

Footnote:
I can't even begin to try to eplain to you guys the relation between quantum theory and Fate, but it's suffice for now to just say that Fate is a mathematical and scientific proven fact. The third link above refers to a very good and comprehensive book by Stephen Hawking on this subject - oh, and by the way, in case you are wondering, quantum theory, we already have experimental quantum computers.

Basically, in short, when quantum theory real, then Fate in this particular universe that we are existing in is fixed.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quantum_computer

http://66.102.7.104/search?q=cache:OGhwkRp9zOwJ:news.softpedia.com/news/First-Quantum-Chip-Takes-Us-One-Step-Closer-to-Quantum-Computers-16184.shtml+first+quantum+computer&hl=en&ct=clnk&cd=2

.: Viva 2010 :.

2006-06-13T23:31:00.000+08:00

As I sat there watching the match between the South Korea and Togo, and with the match being rather subdued at times, I reflected. 7 World Cups and about 1/3 into my life (assuming I live till 60+ or so). And it hit me. This is definitely the last WC which I would be watching when I am:

Single (as in unmarried)
Without offspring(s)
In an age group that start with twenty

And to tell you honestly, strangely enough I can't wait to get to South Africa 2010. And here's why:

I would be watching with my superb wife - totally babe_licious, domesticated and to top it all up, a sex goddess... at her prime
My kid would just about learn how to kick a football around
I would be watching as a millionaire... oh I dunno, maybe around 2 to 2.5 M in current assets
I am definitely at my prime too - awesome career, nice cozy house somewhere in Puchong, a 530 Bimmer, a 3.2 L SUV and prolly a Toyota sports car in my front porch
I would've travelled to China, Hong Kong, France, America and prolly the Carribeans
And after the World Cup, I would be planning for my semi-retirement to be realised somewhere in the 2014 WC.

Far fetched? Castles in the air? Oh ye of little faith. Just watch.

South Africa 2010, here I come!

.: Perils of Stupidity: Pyramid - A case Study :.

2006-04-26T18:10:00.000+08:00

Let's get some things straight: I am not going to mince my words on this publication. I am going to offend a lot of people, but to the rest, I will make good sense.

So to get started, allow me to issue this statement:

All direct sales members / agents are frigging idiots.

Why, you ask ? The fact that you were conned into joining such a crap piece of outfit is the #1 obvious reason, of course. You were desperate, lazy and think you can become rich by doing minimal work. That says a lot about who you are.

Next, just think now. Just where in this fucking world can you actually get money for nothing? You were deceived by statements such as:

Small upfront investment
Money grows exponentially
No need for work
Your downlines will help you earn money
Be a part of a society with hundreds of thousands of "brothers and sisters united"

and last but not least,

Own your own business, gain financial freedom

Allow me to quickly and humbly voice my concerns about those crap above.

First, any investment, no matter how big or small, must have it's fixed Return On Investment (ROI) calculation. That's the very first lesson anyone learns in Financial 101. There is no such thing as "if you get more downlines, you can get your investment in less than xxx amount of time etc". So let's be a bit more blunt in this: in business or financial rules, there is not supposed to be any IFs and WHENs. When you invest any amount of money, and the ROI is not forseeable, then you need to assume you are flushing your hard earned cash down the drain.

Secondly, the statement that 'your money will grow exponentially' backed up by some form of pyramid drawings never fails to crack me up. NO proper and decent business model in this whole bloody world will tell you about money growing exponentially. Money does NOT grow. Basic economics will tell you that commodities (including money) gets transfered from one party to the other, or change form, but it does NOT grow. This means that in the very unlikely event that your money does indeed 'grow' exponentially, someone else is losing that money exponentially. Also, bear in mind that 'someone else' is most probably your best friend, family members or your other 'brother and sisters'. You are so called making money (if you make any at all, that is) at the unfortunate expenses of those closest to you. You see why I despise you ?

No need for work? You have gotta be shitting me. That is pure and utter bullshit, and anyone with a sane mind can see that. If the whole bloody world of 6.1 billion can sit around and watch their money grow by itself, we would have the End Of Days. Make no mistake about that.

No, you say. Your downlines will help you earn the cash after the number crosses a certain threshold, you explain. FUCK YOU, I say. So if you don't work, and they don't work, and neither does their other 'brother and sister united' downlines, where the FUCK is the money gonna come from? Only a weak mind with a desperate soul would believe in shit such as that. Think.

So you want to be a part of a big organization where all the members are considered "Brothers and Sisters in Arms?"? So desperate are you not, to be accepted, to be a part of something which seems so great and vast? Be reminded that you will be nothing but a part of a global con-men organization. A pawn who have to invest money to be a slave to the Organization. Makes sense to you?

And the part about your own business? That sounds good in name, but its gonna make you look like a bunch of clowns to people who are actually successful in the society.

So the next time some stupid bastard / bitch ask you out for a cup of coffee at the local Starbucks (which of course he/she would sit down and not order any drinks) to "look for a potential business partner in the Aromatherapy sector", ask, first and foremost, is he/she making money out of the business. If the answer is Yes, and if they add that they are earning a SHIT LOAD of it, tell them to bring along their last year's tax return form (EA form, in Malaysia).

I have had people whom I havent spoken to for the past 8 years calling me up in the middle of the night suddenly wanting to become my best friend, and also my 'business partner'. To you, oh dear friends, FUCK YOU, and FUCK OFF.

Last word of advice on evaluating whether you should even bother to talk to the bastard on the other line, ask yourself the following questions:

1. Let's say we put the products that they are selling into the regular shops in shopping malls, will it flunk out ?
2. Is the product grossly overpriced (mainly due to the vast 'commissions' payable) ?

If your answer is YES to both of the questions, then it is time you run. Run like there's no tomorrow.

.: Top 11 List of All Time Favourites :.

2006-04-04T02:55:00.000+08:00

11. The hot and intense moments, punctuated by drugs, boozes and birthday parties. Short, bittersweet, but memorable. 3/10

10. The elite untouchable back in high school. Well, I guess it was an honor that not many got to taste. Lovely, a tad a bit too short a time (but all good things usually are). 2/10

9. That virginal innocence which lasted till this day never fails to amaze me. Kind hearted, nice and naive. 2/10

8. How a room rental enquiry turned out to be entirely other things is definitely mind boggling, but it was definitely something of a way, way cool first time experience. 4/10

7. The stories about you and how you conquer.... and despite of me, I still made the mistake of not heeding it, and got "check-mated" within 2 hours. Love the screams. 6/10

6. If only your sibling knew......... Oh, and the shower incident. The best shower... EVER! 5/10

5. Being the only person who knew you before you lost that innocence makes it a total honor too in itself. Can never forget the car ride you gave me, and speaking of cars, can never forget the car adventures either. 6/10

4. Thou shalt not covet thy neighbour. The method that we pulled off one of the greatest feats ever : cross platform mating call. LOVE IT... totally. 5/10

3. Possibly the only man to ever share a shower with you... for all eternity. Another superb feat. Superb. 5/10 (Projected)

2. I bow down to thee, for thee is the GODDESS OF SEX. The one, the only, the GREATEST. Will never forget the 7 in 18 hours, EVER. Nor will I forget the marvelous jobs. 10/10

1. The Queen of your college, the envy of most. The object of lust for all the guys. The ever so well timed flirtatious look, the beautiful arrogance, the silky smooth long hair. You are the greatest, most memorable, and definitely cherished for all time. Most memorable, however? The motorcycle ride. 7/10

Honorable Mention
Dancing Queen (5/10), Prudence (3/10) and Poet (6/10)

Marked for Future
The Forbidden One, The Almost Paradise and The Intellect

.: Mickey Mouse and Men of Honor :.

2006-02-27T10:05:00.000+08:00

I will not gloat over the Manchester United win. Neither will I leave much of a comment save one: It is most certainly better than nothing.

I will, however, give my fullest praise to Paul Jewell's Wigan Atheletic. That gutsy little team showed class in a world where dirty teams like Arse-nal and Chelski continue to escape real scrutiny and critisms. Wigan played their hearts out in every single match this season - relying more on team work, individual brilliance and sheer determination to win rather than diving or showmanships.

However, I do not wish to describe the Mickey Mouse cup triumph, nor about Wigan. Not really. What I want is to remind my readers of the following:

About the same time last year, Chelski and the whole bunch of the Russian whores were enthusiastically talking about winning a quadraple of trophies. Apparently, now they have realisticaly only 2 chances of winning a trophy - the Premiership and The FA Cup (another Mickey Mouse cup). They were totally outclassed and was whacked just very nicely at Stamford Bridge by Barcelona 2-1 just a week ago. And to top it all off, they are starting to train their players to be unscrupulous. Just look at the recent disgraceful performances of Arjen Robben.

Arse Wanker and his bunch of frog boys were talking about their 52 games unbeaten streak about the same time last year too. This season, they are sitting in 6th position with a bleak prospect of even a UEFA place. Don't seem to hear much verbal diarrhea coming out from Wanker's foul mouth. Oh and yes, he was accused of being a voyeur by Jose The-Special-One himself.

Liverpool is slowly filling themselves with crap such as Mohamad Sisoko, Robbie Fowler and Jan Kromkamp who each have a shit load of bad presses for diving, play acting, violence, mutiny etc. If they keep this up, they would soon be joining the ranks of Arse-nal as the dirtiest of all teams.

There you have it. The closest rivals of Manchester United in the recent past, and for the near future. All dirty and crappy teams. Usually led by equally dirty managers.

I'll leave you with that as a thought for the day. I need to go wash my hands now.

.: Electric Dreams :.

2006-02-03T19:44:00.000+08:00

For yet another time, I get to see your beautiful smile, your lovely face and savor that sweet aroma from your favourite fragrance. Yes, though it is only once a year that I get to see you, I love the sweet, almost painful, but nevertheless intoxicating allure of it.

I don't think we'll ever be together again, nor do I hope for it to happen. But you are special to me, and I think you know that. I know you feel the same, but it's that arrogance on both our side that makes both of us not willing to let go our guards even a little, never mind openly admit that fact.

This year though, one song goes out to us, so I hope you like it. Till next year then, my immortal Aig Gniiy .

Together In Electric Dreams By Oakey Philip And Moroder Giorgio

I only knew you for a while
I never saw your smile
'Til it was time to go
Time to go away (time to go away)

Sometimes it's hard to recognise
Love comes as a surprise
And it's too late'
It's just too late to stay
Too late to stay

We''ll always be together
However far it seems(Love never ends)
We'll always be together
Together in Electric Dreams

Because the friendship that you gave
Has taught me to be brave
No matter where I go
I'll never find a better prize(Find a better prize)
Though you're miles and miles away

I see you every day
I don't have to try
I just close my eyes
I close my eyes
We'll always be together
However far it seems

.: Evil Bitch :.

2006-01-19T16:55:00.000+08:00

Sow - An adult female pig (source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sow)

0520 19 January 2005. A day of reckoning (in more ways than one) for me. Today is the day when Manchester United played (trashed, more like it) Burton Albion 5-0. I dragged myself out of bed at 3.45 am and was watching the game at one of the trashy mamaks near my place.

Heck, at 5.20 am, the game was already well into the second half, MU was leading 3-0, and I was grinning to no end at that little crap team called Burton which ventured into the Theatre of Dreams thinking about beating the Devils.

Yes, I was having a field day, right until some strange beast made a noise not at all disimilar to a snorting sow during feeding time. It was trying to talk and laugh at the same time, and doing it loudly on top of it's lungs, as if it's belting out "Symphony No 5 in C Minor" for all of us to hear. There was probably about 8-9 other Devil fans there, not counting the mamak waiters. We all heard the snorting bitch, alright. Heck, I think the fans from the other mamak two blocks down heard the same horrible noise as well, albeit less damaging.

And so like the rest of the fans, we duly turn our heads away from the game and tried to locate the source of the enviroment pollutant. And there's our first mistake. Instead of running like heck for our lives, curiosity got better of us and we simply decided to look.

And what greeted us there was the most horrible creature ever conceived: it barely looked human, horrible and atrocious to the core, but the worst part was the noise. It was apparently oblivious to our stares and our disgusted look, and continued to joyfully blare its trap as loudly as the lungs permit.

And believe me, that thing has much more lung space than both you and me combined. It probably weigths a few tons too and the gravity from the mass of that object would bend light as it travels past it.

However, it conforms to the nature of pyschology: The more horrendous and bigger a particular creature is, the more sound it will often try to emit in order to attract attention to themselves. In this case, it tried to attract the attention of all the mamak patrons with stories about her college, housemate's double timing scandals, how it almost got into an accident driving that day ..etc etc Strange huh? I mean, do WE really want to know all that bunch of crap ? Hell, we just want some peace and quiet to enjoy our game. Is that too much to ask?

And surely, I do pity those bunch of boys silly enough to invite the sow out for a cup of tea. I believe they would be diagnosed with brain cancer before the end of this week, no doubt. And of course, I do believe it's the last time they EVER invite that sow out.

I looked around. Some wanted to puke, others had teary eyes, some probably was wishing for mommy's hug. I simply wanted to commit suicide.

So to you who 'entertained' us with your noise and spoilt our game, you will now have the honor of being plastered on Online Blasphemy. Congratulations, you big fatass SOW. And thanks for spoiling a perfectly awesome football day for me.

.: Evil Hoggers :.

2006-01-14T00:36:00.000+08:00

We've all experienced this at least once in our life, and more probably countless times. The experience never fail to leave you with a bad taste in your mouth akin to having just chewed a rotten rat whole. And then swallowing the decomposed rodent.

Yes, that pretty much sums it all up. The experience of standing behind friggin ATM machine hoggers. Their MO is always the same. And they have a few basic and simple traits that distinctly separates them from genuine normal ATM users:

1. They would glance over their shoulders once every 2 seconds in fear that you are trying to rob them, and that they have this look on their face that makes you think they are withdrawing like 2 Trillion bucks or something.

2. The amount of time they take to read, understand, re-read to make sure there is no mistake, and then finally after deep, insightful consideration, select the language to be "English" in the interactive screen would enable pigs to evolve into winged creatures and finally fly. (I guess "Please select your prefered language - BM, English or Chinese" is really rocket science)

3. They always, without fail, would make the mistake at the last hurdle, get the ATM card kicked out of the machine, and they are only more than happy start all over again. Twice. Dumbass.

4. Have this smug, unapologetic look on their face that declare in one patriotic tone "I am the Queen of this ATM, therefore I deserve all the time my heart desires" after wasting 15 minutes of time of all the people behind her.

5. Those lamer girls with their best friend / sister / boyfriend / whatever standing beside them would be able to discuss about Christina Aguilera's latest fashion statement, describe her roomate's latest hunk boyfriend, tell when's her period due, detail the discount structure at Vincci AND what a jerk the last bugger she dated was. All these, to be done and settled before she could go on to the next interactive screen on the ATM. With 10 people lining up behind them in plain sight.

I do then, propose that the banks implement the following strategies to cut down on these loser's time wasting activities:

1. All women aged between 40 to infinity are to be strictly banned from using the ATM. Period.

2. Women of any age group are NOT allowed to use the ATM with another partner standing beside her.

3. Provide a specific countdown timer for each screen to limit the time spent. If the countdown runs out, the card would be rejected, and the ATM sound an alarm and flash the word "ATM HOG!!!!" at the top, similar to a Casino jackpot machine, until she walks away.

4. Repeated hoggers are to be publicly humiliated and executed. And their line of descendents are banned from ever touching an ATM card for 7 generations.

.: What I want for Christmas is... :.

2005-12-22T01:50:00.000+08:00

First of all, I do apologise to the regular visitors here, as I have not been updating my blog for the past month or so.

Now what do I want for Christmas? Traditional answers would dictate that I answer the following, in order of least important to the most, an so my politically correct Christmas and New Year wishes are:

5. A great career year ahead
4. Good health
3. Spend some quality time roasting chestnuts by the fire with loved ones
2. Gather around the dinner table with family members on Christmas eve laughing all the way
1. Bringing my wife and kids to a real winter wonderland in Canada (No, I'm not married. Neither do I have kids, or at least, none that I know of or will acknowledge their very existence, but this wish sounded real pious, so what the heck)

But oh for crying out loud, what issit that I really wish for Christmas and New Year? Here's the naked truth:

5. For Manchester United to win the Mickey Mouse treble (FA, League and Premiership) this season to save all Devils the blushes.
4. A Holly Valance and Jessicca Alba duet performing an exotic bisexually-themed dance (with the full monty, of course) just for me
3. I want my virginity, my innocence and my devotion to religion returned back to me (not that I have much of all of them to start with, but again, that's not the point here)
2. A filthy amount of money
1. A Tissot T-Touch Classic (for those of you boys, eat your hearts out. This baby comes with Touch Screen enabled Altimeter (in feet and metres), Chronograph (split and add time), Compass, Alarm, Thermometer (in ºC and ºF), Barometer as well as Date and Time (choice of 12H and 24H))

Merry Christmas, everybody :)

.: On the road to happiness :.

2005-11-10T16:42:00.000+08:00

So finally you walked down the aisle with the love of your life. Ah, thoughts of you brings back fond memories of our time together. You are, by far, one of the greatest and most special girl that I have ever known, though I never got a chance to tell you that. You are beautiful both inside and outside.

And I know the only reason we are not together today is because of our immense differences in social and religious believes, and I accept that. And I sincerely appreciate the chance you gave me to know you better.

Well then, congratulations to the both of you, and may you find long lasting happiness and love, Vic.

.: Sokmo @ Mid Valley - Extended Gallery :.

2005-10-26T19:38:00.000+08:00

.: Sweeping it all :.

2005-10-24T16:27:00.000+08:00

All of you who has followed my blog or know me personally would have figured by now that I have repented all my sins and is now a certified goody-two-shoes. However, it would be over my dead body if I'm going to let all my evil deeds go to waste, so I've decided to share some of my profound knowledge with the rest of you guys. And what better topic to share than the ever mesmerising topic of "How to ultimately score with the chick of your choice?"

So in the next 5 part mini series, I'm going to reveal all you EVER need to know about scoring how-tos and what-not-tos. Alex Hitchins once said "Any man can sweep any woman off her feet. He just needs the right broom".

Well, I'm no Hitch, but I have most certainly used an awesome variety of brooms before, from the traditional palm and coconut brooms to the 3600W Electrolux multipurpose, all weather wet-dry super vacuum, the mother of all suckers.

Okay. Before we get started with the hot stuff, we need to know a bit of the species we are dealing with here. A woman is complex, strange and extremely troublesome. But with a bit of guide, we can streamline them, categorise each into their sub-domains, know their natural habitates and traits, and we have already upped our chances.

Sub categories according to Difficulty Level (1 - Easiest, 10 - Hardest) :

Easy Meat (Categories 1-3)

1. The old virgin (Level 2) - Contrary to popular believe, the easiest gals to court are actually those that have never dated before. They are not exposed to the harsh realities of life, and very much still believe in the "Knight in Shining Armor" fairytale. Shame on you if you intend to pursue gals of this category for the bloody (literally) fun of it, though. Magic wand: Charm and deceit

2. The Call Girl (Level 1) - If even after you had duly paid the prerequisite amount, the prostitute is not willing to sleep with you, you are seriously beyond help and you can stop reading this blog now. You are better off jumping off a cliff. Magic wand: A big, fat wad of cash

3. The Alien (Level 2) - Migrant workers (whether legal or otherwise) are usually looking for a local mate to hook up with, mainly to gain the PR status, but also it makes her look good in front of fellow countrymen. Beware of the 11 siblings, 2 aging parents and 50 plus nieces, nephews, uncles, aunties etc that you need to financially support after you make the mistake of marrying her though. Magic wand: None. As long as you hold a local citizenship.

4. The One on Rebound (Level 3) - Much more guys take advantage of girls who had just gone through a terrible breakup than you know. They are lowly scarvengers, akin to rats in the sewers, in my opinion. But if you are seriously THAT ugly or desperate, I do suggest you keep your ears open. You might just come across one that had just been dumped by her BF of 5 years (general rule of thumb is that the longer her previous relationship, the easier it is to score) and you'll then realise why I rate them as a mere Category 3. Magic wand: Sympathy, Sensitivity

Tough Nuts (Level 4 - 6)

5. The High Flying Corporate Climber (Level 5) - The ambitious corporate chick who will not let anything get in the way of her career, not even personal relationships. Not really challenging, if you happen to be her boss or a very senior staff (such as an MD or VP) in another company. Use euphuistic corporate rhetorics like "the current market displacement", "capital commercialism", "senior management reconciliation" etc generously and you are sure to capture her attention. Magic Wand: Corporate speak

6. The Chronic Cynic (Level 4) - This type of girls is typically suspicious of everything and everyone around her. She thinks the whole world is full of nasty guys who are only interested to get into her panties (which isn't that a far off anyway). She trusts no one but herself, and even if she gets hooked up to you, she will never, EVER trust you completely. Beware of the repercussions if you want to venture into this teritory. Magic wand: Alcohol

7. The Rocker Chick Wannabe (Level 6) - Think Avril Lavigne. Moderately easy, if you happen to be able to play one of the following instruments: drum, electric guitar or bass, and is one of her band members. Totally no brainer if your job happen to be a music producer with a leading record company. Magic wand: Fake name card with crediantials stating you as "Senior Director: New Talents Division, Sony Music"

8. The Goth (Level 6) - She sees death everywhere, and is usually heard talking about souls, karma, feng shui, pontianaks, evil spirits, ghouls and loves dark makeup. Magic wand: I have no idea on this one. I don't date dead people. I would suggest you drug her with heavy sedatives though.

9. The Geek (Level 6) - The girls who usually want to excel in every single thing in school. Usually have a real bad dress sense, and even worse make up skills. The amount of Grade As you can achieve is directly propotionate to your marketability value to her. Occasionally, however, The Geek does fall for the "bad boy Young and Dangerous image" and screws up her life in the process. Magic wand: Do better than her in class, in sports and in all co-curiculum activities. They are a sucker for other 'superstar' geeks.

10. The Silent One (Level 5) - They gateway to a girl's heart is through her ears. Therefore, it is no surprise that many guys find it extremely daunting to charm a girl who is very quiet or shy in nature. The Silent One's standard modus operandi (mode of operation) is always a one worded answer. This is a real killer in terms of conversation. However, there's always that ONE thing that she holds dear to her heart, and it can be anything under the sun. She could be a big Clayderman fan, holds a secret dream to be an exotic pole dancer , has always wanted to travel to Timbuktu or wants to meet the Abdominable Snowman or whatever. Find that hidden desire at all cost, and you have the key to Pandora's box. Magic wand: The One Key to rule them all

11. The Hopeless Romantic (Level 5) - Enough said. The only challenge is to decide the right kind of chocolates, flowers and for the love of God, do not, EVER, forget Christmas, New Years Day, Easter, Chinese New Year, her birthday, her mom's birthday and whatever days that requires a gift. Call at least twice a day during courtship. Magic wand: The RIGHT gifts, the RIGHT place to dine, and the RIGHT mushy and corny things to say

12. The Feminist (Level 4) - Feminists are usually also hypocrites. They expect themselves to be better than men, and think they could live without them. But in return, they want to be pampered, treated with the same equal gentleness, respect and tender loving care as the rest of the girls. Sure they can live without men. The hardcore ones probably owns quite a collection of vibrators anyway. Now, feminism is usually an escape route for bored and unpopular girls. They want to be 'cool' among their girlfriends, and wants to be seen as a rights champion and matriach protector of the group. Notice how the most radically feminist biatch of any gal-groups is also usually the ugliest and most overweight? No coincidence there, I believe. Feminists are usually bitter, sore and are big pains in the ass. Magic wand: What's wrong with you? Stay the fuck away from this kind.

Nuclear Propulsion (Level 7 - 8)

13. The Glamor Girl (Level 8) - Gorgeous girls who looks absolutely delicious and usually work as one of the following: Air Stewardess, Model, Actress, Events Promoters (F1 race queen, for example) and Beauty Consultant. Usually people who gets to meet with the public very often, is well versed about the perils of dating the wrong kind of guys and has the absolutely right and leisure to pick and choose the kind of blokes they want to hook up with. Usually prefer the loaded, tall, dark and handsome kind. Going after girls like these requires a shit load of preparation, preseverance, background intelligence and deep pockets. Treat this like a military warfare exercise. For example, you need to:

i. Identify your strategic and local objectives (what step comes after next)
ii. Identify allies and work with them (her good friends and colleagues, you idiot)
iii. Initiate deep territory intel (know her enviroment, family, interests and the kind of work she does, her favourite brand of panties - hint: girls who go for Audrey are less complicated than those that goes for Vic's etc)
iv. Have good logistics support (unlimited cash flow for gifts and shopping sprees)
v. Learn camouflage (dressing up like a Tan Sri's son helps lots, trust me)

And believe me, the lists goes on and on. I will tell you guys more about them in the following series. So the bottom line? Girls under this category can be very very difficult, but with some practice, I think you'd do just fine. Magic Wand: They all share 2 common Archille's heels: Vanity and Insecurity. Be creative about what to do with them.

14. The Mensas (Level 8) - Girls in this category are extremely intelligent, very well read and usually fun to have a lengthy conversation with. One common way to identify The Mensas is that they can practically chat about ANYTHING under the sun with you, may it be from the different brands of sanitary pads to the difference between fuel injection and carburators, or from masccaras to Real Betis. The scary thing is they can switch among these topics all in one breath. True Mensas are rare, and I would say only only about one in 30 girls (3.3%) are qualified to come into this category. These girls are also usually picky, choosy and fussy about boys (sometime they stand on the brink of feminism... just barely). Every single syllable that comes out of your mouth, every body language that you show, even down to your dress code, are taken apart, analysed in REAL TIME, and their meanings translated on the fly. All these, while you are stupidly yaking away and she flashes you the sweetest of all smiles. In my whole life, I've met only about 3 girls who falls into this category, and believe me, they are definitely dangerous, if you do not know how to handle them. Magic wands: 1. Learn to shut up and listen 2. Read a shit load of books

Rocket Science (Level 9)

15. The Vengeful Ex Girlfriend (Level 9) - You double timed her and she found out about it. Twice. With different girls. You posted nasty stuffs about her in your blog, in your website and your mass e-mails to your buddies. And she found out about that too. You went up to all her good friends on the day you broke up and told them what a bad lay she was, to the absolute shock and horror of them. When her daddy confronted you on these issues, you beat him up and he had to spend 5 days in the ICU. She had sworn in blood to rip your intenstines apart, gouge your eyes out and feed it to the dogs and castrate you with a rusty butter knife if she ever see you again.And now you want her back coz you realised you missed her and forgot that one last round of pre-breakup sex for the road. Magic wand: A hell load of apologies and luck, you freak

Godlike (Level 10)

16. The Dyke (Level 10) - Trying to court a lesbian girl is one of the toughest thing any man could ever attempt to do. Therefore, if you ever think of seducing a true bred lesbian, then I salute you. The sucess rate of you ever sleeping with a CONSENTING lesbian is virtually nil. I have had the pleasure of taking up this Godlike challenge once, and believe me, I failed miserably to convert her to a more heteorosexual orientation. Was an interesting project to undertake, though. Magic wand: Nothing short of a Divine intervention

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Most girls you meet out there can be classified into one or a combination of the groups above. Start yourself with the easy ones first, but as a general rule of thumb, and usually for your own health, stay away from (1) The Old Virgin and (12) The Feminist. They are usually bad for you.

16 groups of girls, gentleman. 10 Levels of difficulties. One objective. Good hunting.

Coming up: Different ways of securing the deal: An Integrated approach

.: First Customer @ Sokmo, Mid Valley :.

2005-10-22T10:48:00.000+08:00

October 21, 2005, 1:20:39 PM: The very first customer at Sokmo at the opening of their latest outlet in Jaya Jusco, Mid Valley Megamall, Kuala Lumpur.

A truly historic occasion that makes me extremely proud and happy. Thank you, people.

.: My Final Farewell :.

2005-10-12T15:36:00.000+08:00

My Love,

It has been almost 2 weeks now since I last felt your gentle touch, your serenely sweet breaths and your soothing aroma, together with your lovely warmth. Though I still see you everyday, the longing for your presence in my heart is fading slowly, but surely.

I still see you in the hands of other men occasionally and of course it pains me so. But I know that you are happy doing the things that you do best with those men, so for that, I am equally happy for you.

I am not bitter, nor would I be hateful. It was my choice solely to get myself attached to you, and for that, any goodness or hurt that comes from that was my, and mine only, choice.

I could still remember clearly the day you were introduced to me by my best friend on a rainy, melancholy night at my tender age of 19. I was innocent and naive, and I fell in love with your beauty immediately, and I craved for your touch ever since.

I know you never left my side even in the times of turmoil. You were the most faithful friend I would ever have. You calmed me down, you gave me happiness, you sang me to sleep. When all seemed lost, you were the one that managed to pull me up on my feet again. You were what I turned to at my lowest points of life, you were the first one I celebrate any achievements with.

My Dearest Love,

Ironically, it is for this very reason that I am saying goodbye. Faithful as you might be, I had grown too dependent on you. I know I am weak, but I could not help it. Not then.

But now I have found the strengths I need to leave you. For I know I have not treated you well enough, and therefore I must release you so could seek out joys with another man. I also need to chart out a new path in life without you by my side.

Believe me when I say this, corny as it might sound - It is much harder to for me than it is for you. But I know you were bad for me in the long run. You would one day come back and hurt me. Hurt me real bad. Somebody as potent as you deserves a stronger man. Or somebody who is less prone to a weak heart or a strong will. My body and soul is weak whenever you are around. You will wreck me one day in the future. For this I am sure.

So please forgive me if I never want to speak to you or touch you again. I know that deep down, you understand. Know this however. I will never forget the moments we shared. I will remember you for as long as I shall live.

More importantly, God Speed, and remember that I will always love you, my dearest, loveliest DUNHILL Lights.

Yours, with a broken heart,
Leon

.: Shocking :.

2005-10-11T16:43:00.000+08:00

Let me give you guys a run down introduction of a recent blog that shocked me to high heavens:

"scums are for the dumps
Suanie posted in About This & Other Blogs on October 11th, 2005

I hate poor people. It is said that you can’t help being born – while that is sadly the undeniable truth, it doesn’t stop people like me from looking down on you with contempt and disgust. Some environmentalists say that being poor is not necessarily a bad thing, less consumer goods and less plastic used and stuff like that. There was no study done on this, I just made it up on the spot as a lame justification for the existence of poor people......"

Suanie went on to call poor people "scums", ugly people "irresponsible living organism", disabled persons "blame their genetic makeup for everything that goes wrong", and fat people "a menace to society".

I am not known for my tact nor humility, and yet I found the entry extremely repulsive. That blog entry was clearly on the borderline of being highly seditious and criminal against humanity.

I strongly believe in Karma. This person, should she not repent, will one day get to enjoy the exact life of persons that she so despise. That much, I am sure.

.: Email from God :.

2005-10-10T23:53:00.000+08:00

To: sainthood Applicant Leon
CC: Benedict XVI, Al, Bud, Moses, Kuok Chung, Luc
Re : Application for sainthood.

My Child, Leon, while I'm very pleased and proud with your recent achievements, I'm have to reluctantly reject your application for sainthood indefinitely.

1. John Paul and Mother Teresa are still pending and I can't have another of my illustrious children ranting about this matter.
2. It is my eternal agreement with Al, Bud, Moses, Kuok Chung and Luc that we shan't take the flock of another.. Kuok and Luc have vehemently protested your joining my house as they both have 'greater plans' for you.
3. St Peter just put in another request for more allocation under the 9th Heavenly Plan for more toll booths at the Pearly Gates. Until we can solve the toll pricing issues with touch and go and Paul's credit card charges with Visa, I honestly can't let anymore pass thru the gates, no to mention spend extra dough on the altercation to the dogmas for new beatifications.
5. My son, your time as a lowly mortal is still unfulfilled. I need you still to spread my gospel for another several decades so do bear with me.

Honestly my son, sainthood and heaven is really over-rated.. The virgins have long lost their viriginity.. ( Imagine thousands of saints throughout humanity shagging them over and over again for eternity) The food here's all stale and tasteless ... white bread and cheese most of the time. there's no booze up here, no thongs and bikinis, what more to say tit flashing..
Sometimes i even wonder why the hell am i up here? no pun intended, Luc.

I've been wanting to swap places with Luc for all eternity but the bastard would'nt give in, even after sacrificing my son to the Romans...

So i urge you to reconsider, my son. Meanwhile i shall be down at Luc's place with Al for some rum and poker.. Leave a voicemail if the coverage's poor.

ciao,
GODog

Apparently, even God makes the usual typo and grammatical mistake. To add to that, God even swears and curses. I guess we all have a pretty cool dude up there. In fact, this 'God' blogs. You can check out his entries (http://kongboi.blogzy.com) here. Cheers mate :)

.: Leon the Saint? :.

2005-10-08T07:17:00.000+08:00

Attn: His Holiness
Vatican City State,
00120 Italy

Dear Sir,

Re: Application for Sainthood

With reference to the above, I would like to submit my particulars (as attached) for your kind consideration.

Recently, I have decided to quit smoking and have been rather sucessful at my attempt, thus far. This brings to a grand total of 5 sins and vices of which I have had its practice discontinued.

I stopped drinking alcoholic drinks like a fish about a few months back, although of course, I still induldge in the "Holy Blood" ocassionally. Next, it is a well known fact that for the past 3 years, I have never, ever gambled any amount larger than RM20 each time. Theoritically, RM20 or less for each gamble is an amount so small that it can be assumed that I do not gamble at all.

Next, I have been very kind to people. I have stopped all manner of sacarstic critisms or verbal bombardment towards the people whom I like.

I no longer have free flowing sex with wild girls in orgy parties. In fact, it has been so long since I last had sex (about 2 weeks, I figure) that for all purposes intended, I am considered a sweet, pure and innocent virgin.

As you can see from above, I have managed to abstain from the 5 deadly sins which modern men are prone to lean towards: alcohol, gambling, poison tongue, sex and cigarettes.

In fact, if I were to be compared to a lot of young men of similar age in my country, I think I would be seen as a pure and chaste angel, relatively speaking of course.

With this in mind, I am duly submitting my application to your good office. I would like to thank you beforehand and eagerly await your notice to attend my beatification ceremony.

Thank you.

Yours Sincerely,

Saint Leon

(Damn that sounds gooooood)

.: Fucking bitches 'on the go' :.

2005-10-06T15:11:00.000+08:00

I stood there, watching and cursing silently. Fucking bitches. Can't they read the sign? I look up again, just to make sure the extra LARGE signboard on top is clearly visible from all angles. Yes, very much legible, and probably the LARGE bold letters is viewable from miles away.

"EXPRESS LANE" was what's shown. And directly beneath it in no smaller fonts? "8 Items or Less". Strange. Even a 5 year old could tell what's being written. So it must be true then, that standing right in front of me was a pack of imbecile whores. That was the only logical explanation for this stupidity. Fucking bitches.

Look at the pictures carefully. They depict a very sorry excuse for being a human being. These entities exists for the sole purpose of taking up oxygen. Nothing more. A whole cart full of groceries, toiletries and a shit load of sanitary pads. I guess the new theory of the week would be that mentrual cycles does indeed lower the IQ of SOME females (not that these fucks have much of that to begin with anyway). So a whole shopping cart of about 100 items at the express counters eh? Fucking bitches.

And so happily they shopped till they dropped. And conveniently, they could just push their carts and carry their baskets to the nearest counters with the shortest queue. Who cares if they are normal checkout counters, or specially DESIGNATED express lanes for poor lads like me who just wanted to pay for ONE can of soda. Hell no. As long as they have it easy, the convenience of others can be shoved up our own arses. Fucking bitches.

Well, now you have your glories. I have sacrificed my precious time to take photos of your dirt ugly faces and paste it here on my blog (not that there's a lot of anything else to do while waiting for the counter girl to finish loading your loot into polysterene bags). Now the whole world could see your fucking faces, whores. Congratulations and FUCK YOU, you fucking inconsiderate bitches.

.: Of Death and the Joys Of Life :.

2005-10-05T00:26:00.000+08:00

The Reaper visited me again last night. This is the second time he has visited me, the first being when I was about 14 years old and I fell through the ceiling, nearly breaking my neck in the process.

He was deathly quiet as usual, but his message was lucid and forthright: Quit smoking, or he will be back very, very shortly, and this time he won't be as kind. You see, the nagging chest ache developed into a full fledged, throbbing pain attack with each breath.

When Death was right beside you, strange things do happen. First, you get revelations and flashbacks about the rights and wrongs in your whole life. Then, you start to fear a thousand things at once. You fear that you are unable to fulfill your purpose of life, you fear for your family and loved one's grief. Fears about love. Ah.. the greatest fear of all.

I have had a great life. People who knows me would know despite my bitter complainings, acid sacarsm and my aggresive outlook, I have always been rather contented with all that I have been blessed with. And I see how much my life could only get better. So indeed, I am truly blessed, and I pledge the following now:

I will lead my life to the fullest, giving all the joys to those who shared theirs with me
I will give my all back to the society when I am able to

So I have decided then, that this time, I am quiting the fags for good. No more half hearted promises and words. No more "One last stick, then I'll quit" craps.

I have no doubt it is going to be hard. It is going to take a hell lot of grit, determination and pain. I have also vowed to myself now that I am determined. I am not going back to the road corrupted by nicotine and tar. I want to live.

"When death comes it is never our tenderness that we repent from, but our severity." (George Eliot, 1819-1880)

.: Crazy World :.

2005-09-27T16:22:00.000+08:00

The world has gone mad. Well, actually, the world had gone mad a long time ago, ever since homo sapiens invented the wheel. But the world is an even crazier place today. Let's look at the following things that happened recently:

First of all, Liverpool is the reigning European champion. Any Tom, Dick and Harry that watches football would find that fact still very amusing. I mean Liverpool? Give me a break.

Next, Chelsea has all but wrapped up the Barclay's Premier League after 7 games, with 11 points ahead of the nearest rival. (Charlton is not, and I repeat, NOT considered a real football team, nevermind calling them 'rival').

After that, MU fans were booing the GODFATHER of Manchester United Sir Alex Ferguson. That was an unprecendented event, and never in the history of the Red Devils have the fans booed Fergie. NEVER. (except during his first season in charge when he nearly got sacked - even then, I sincerely don't think the fans booed him)

Last, and the strangest among them all, Mr. Arsene Wenger of Arse-nal has this to say about Ferguson and his unfortunate booing incident: 'You know I am not his best friend, but I found it really appalling,' the Frenchman said. 'Of course, like the players we are only as a good as our last game, but what this guy has done for the club, I find it horrendous and nearly unbelievable.'

ARSENE WENGER GIVING MORAL SUPPORT TO SIR FERGUSON? JESUS H CHRIST!

.: Perils of Feminism :.

2005-09-26T09:03:00.000+08:00

I still don't get it. You see it everywhere now, but that does not make it any easier to understand nor comprehend. You see it in the TV, in female magazines, on the news and so on. In fact, I was surrounded by people with this desease since ages ago.

Yes, I'm talking about the malady known as feminism. These days, more and more girls are demanding "equal rights" and "equal opportunity" and similar bullshit along that line. You get the idea.

Now, little females (I am talking about those fanatic devotees of the Feminism cult), if you cannot understand anything else, then understand this: our roles as males and females in the society differs. Get that into your head first and foremost. If you have already started cursing at this point, you needn't read any further. You are beyond help anyway.

Ever since the cavemen days, our roles have been clearly segmented according to our levels of intellectual, mental, social and physical capabilities. Why is that part that hard for you to understand?

You, little feminists and your like minded sisters, are more suited for the following: child bearing, domestic chores and whatever it is that you are good at. Plain and simple. Why? Because me and the rest of the guys don't see ourselves suddenly obtaining the capability to be pregnant anytime soon, and it has been proven through the relative short human history that you are better at doing household chores than we are.

And when is it that the human society discriminated against females? After all, the homo sapien society is made out of 52% females. So you are saying that other females actually discriminates against you too? That's just plain ol stupid, if you ask me.

You think we males have been given all the opportunities in life? Every single, each and every one of them? Hell no, sista. We had to fight for life's little opportunities. We set our objectives, planned our way, and get on with it. We don't sit around with thumbs up our arses bitchin about not getting enough life's opportunities because of discriminations and gender preferences etc etc.
WE WORK HARD FOR THEM!!!!.

Now that I have made myself clear, please, the next time one of you little people comes to talk to me about me being a male chauvinist pig and stuff like that, read this: HAHAHAHAHA

.: Sign Away, Dudes :.

2005-09-26T08:55:00.000+08:00

Finally, I have configured this blog page to allow comments from non-registered users as well. So sign away, guys.

.: Half full or half empty :.

2005-09-19T12:17:00.000+08:00

"The essence of optimism is that it takes no account of the present, but it is a source of inspiration, of vitality and hope where others have resigned; it enables a man to hold his head high, to claim the future for himself and not to abandon it to his enemy" - Dietrich Bonhoeffer

One of the more apparent differences between humans is their trait of pessimism or optimism. I personally think there's no sane human being that can absolutely stand right in the center of that fence. You are either optmistic, or you are pessimistic. There is no such thing as a person being a half optimist and a half pessimist.

I would like to think I'm a staunch optmimist. I usually believe that things are going to do well, and that it will all end up rosy and happy. Now my trait gives me several distinct advantages, where one of them is of course my courage to try out new ventures. I have usually dared to fail, I am always ready to take the plunge and work hard at it, knowing deep down inside, it is going to end well, if I put in my best effort.

I am usually found to be rather more acceptable to failures than not. If I failed in a particular undertaking, I would tell myself that there must be something that I missed in my planning, and I would keep trying at the task till I succeed. It is not as much due to preserverance rather than optimism, as in the begining I had told myself that this is going to suceeed in the end.

Next, optimism gives me the drive. I would wake up every morning telling myself that today is going to be a much better one than yesterday. Sure, countless mornings have found me staring at my own face in the bathroom mirror wondering what went wrong yesterday to put me in such a dire strait, but then I told myself that it is going to be okay. And then a smile would form in my face, and the day usually ends up much better.

Optimism also gives me a more polished people skill. I communicate better, I give more constructive ideas and people tend to be happier to talk to me. In my line of work, people skill is the number one fundamental qualification that is most essential to the path towards success.

However, the downfall is optimism is the gung ho-ness that it brings along. You are sometimes so convinced that your ideas would work out, you passively igonore the obvious stumbling blocks along the way untill it's too late. Rest assured, though, that this is something I pay a lot of attention to, and I contstantly remind myself to take a step back and analyse the situation in a down to earth manner.

At the age of 25, I am already way ahead of most of my peers in terms of intellectual and career capabilities. I think I owe it to four things: my upbringing, all my good friends beside me, my wonderful other half, and optimism.

I did not write this blog to brag, nor do I write it to make anyone else feel bad about themselves. Instead, knowing that only people close to me would read my blog(s), I would like to instill a little bit more optimism in most of you. No matter how bad it seems, it will all end up alright in the end. Trust me on this.

Good luck, dear friends.

Destiny: It's not the chances we take, but the choices we make that determines our destiny.

.: Open Letter to My Best Buddy :.

2005-09-17T11:39:00.000+08:00

To my childhood friend,

Hi, and how are you doing? You called me at 3 am this morning to tell me about your breakup. I heard you whine and moan and complain. I listen without saying a word, because I know in times like these, a pair of listening ears is by far better than a blabbering mouth.

You told me you miss her, and you feel sorry for all that you have done. You are sorry you never appreciated her enough, you are sorry you fooled around and you are sorry for this and that.

I offer no comments, simply because I know your sorries are cheap. I once told you before, she is a wonderful and special girl. I told you before, you have to stop all the skirt chasing and all the silly boozing sessions. I told you you need to stop all the sexual prowness bragging and all the chauvinistic views about women. Furthermore, I told you before that all the gambling has to stop.

But alas, you, despite being such a wonderful friend to me, as always, blatantly refused to listen to me. You have always put your position in society to that of one above me and the rest of your good friends. Yes no doubt, we might not have been born with a silver spoon, nor do we come from an apparently aristocratic family background such as yours.

However, we are the ones who have been through thick and thin. We have to, sometimes literally, fight for what we believe in. We have to sweat in the midday sun and cry tears of blood at times just to put food on the table.

But that's what gave us a chance to experience life from a different point of view. We knew how to appreciate the little things in life a lot more than you. I told you before that you have to start to cherish her or you'll lose her. She had given you so, so many chances, and you repeatedly took her for granted. And now that she finally throws down her final straw, and she has given up on you.

To be honest, I think it's best for her. Such a great girl does not deserve a womanising jerk like you. That's the fact, plain and simple. She cared about you. She loved you unconditionally. I know as much, as she has told me that before. She could ignore your stupid ramblings about wanting to rule the world, she could overlook your gambling habits. But I don't expect a girl like her to ignore your repeated flings with other girls. And I told you as much before did I not ?

Once a man lost his most important pillar of strength, his life goes downhill from there. Your the rest of your life will come crashing down on you in no time now. The first blocks of the domino have started to fall. The rest should come raining on you like hell fire.

I know you will not listen to me now, and that's fine. All your good friends are used to this. We would be there, as usual, to catch you when you fall. That much I can assure you. But for you to climb up and run again from this round, I think it's going to be tough. With, or without your friends beside you.

I can only hope you take this bitter pill as a good lesson. I bid you all the best then, and may the grace of Allah speed your way.

Sincerely,

Your best friend

.: Politics and War :.

2005-09-13T12:42:00.000+08:00

A recent post by best buddy, Andrew (http://kongboi.blogzy.com/) tells of the perils of office politics via his own unfortunate experience. I too, have the same unfortunate incident of experiencing one rather recently.

I went thru the whole nine yards.. the grand suite of politics an war.. the whole, full pail of shit, so to speak. In this particular incident about 2 months back, there was the pre-requisite political factions. There were the supporters and the opposition citizens. There were fence sitters. Then there were the foreign observers from the 'UN'. Political watchdogs, to use a more formal term.

There was the usual heated political debates. The name calling, the clandestine SMSes. The last minute rallying before 'voting'. And then there were the war machinenary.

Anyway, the story goes like this. Me, being the new kid on the block, was put under the care of a senior in my company. Unfortunately, instead of viewing me as an asset to team up with her to complement each other, I was viewed as a threat since day one (a fact which I'm still very proud of - new staff of less than 1 day viewed as a threat to a veteran who worked for 5 years).

She tried all means and ways to get rid of me (or at least, away from her well guarded accounts - which she's supposed to share). She drew first blood, second blood, and god knows how many other countless times. She fired all the salvos in her inventory. From the cloak-and-dagger sniper fires to 155-mm howitzers. From grenades to heavy artileries. There were even precision smart bombs and heat seeking missles to add to that.

My response ? I remained silent. No, it's not that I was being a goody two shoes, nor was I afraid to fire back. People who knows well knows I am very vengeful and you never to piss me off unless you can take the repercussions.

No, oh no, I was buying time. I was new, so I needed that to study the office enviroment, the sentiments, the strengths and weaknesses. So I bought time by retreats and silence. (In modern warfare, if you are being attacked by a much stronger force, you retreat instead of dying. You slowly consolidate your forces, while studying your foe's strength's and weaknesses, as well as how he operates).

You see, her smart bombs weren't very smart, and artileries wasn't really on target. Occasionally, I get a bullet whizzed by my head and stuff, but generally speaking, I was intact and have not fired a single shot. In short, her abuses were not working as expected, and this frustrates her further.

She wanted to make one final massive push and bombardment after 3 months of frustration. She organized a mass meeting consisted of all the people in her factions (which numbered to 3 in total - including her). The military objective? To bombard me from 3 sides and flanks. And the strategic objective is the one last bomb to make me request for a transfer away from her team (and safely away from being able to steal her accounts)

By then, I had a fairly good idea of all her modus operandis, and her main weaknesses - she's extremely arrogant, and she's very impulsive, and she has a history of bad office politics (one of them stupidly against the ex-head of our division) - something I could use to my advantage.

I did 2 things in the morning before the meeting scheduled for the late pm. First, I harassed her perpetually via SMSes the whole morning. She told me to respect her, and I basically told her to go fly kite. This shocked her, as I have never retaliated. Shocked, but she was still confident of the afternoon's warfare (arrogance, anger.. use these traits against your foe, and you've won half the battle).

Next, I sent a discreet email to my Business Manager (he's the second most senior guy in my company now after the GM - but he was previously the same head of division that this lady tried to get rid off ) inviting him to sit in.

Imagine the shock on all their faces when the meeting started. The pissed off and red-faced smug looks were immediately replaced by shock, uncertainty and stammers.

I don't think I need to tell you guys how the meeting concluded. To cut the story short, the lady in question is now "promoted" to a different division, and last heard, she's leaving soon. Her two 'allies', well, they are now my friends (in politics, there is no permanant friends or enemies). But at least the girl smart enough to keep her mouth shut for now, and stay away from me.

But it's much too late. First blood was drawn. And blood debts remains so until paid in full.

And me? Well, I did say once before, never ever piss me off. I do not forget, much less forgive. I have not been known to be a forgiving person to everyone who knows me.

The best of it? I'm vengeful. I managed to gain back my neutral domain, but I have yet to declare my war on her (I have to appear nice for now, don't I?). And I have not yet even use any of my weapons. But rest assured that I am stocking up my arsenals.

The tide is changing now. The waves of change is here. I am much stronger here than I was 6 months ago. I hereby pledge, if either her or me have not left the company in 6 month's time, I can guarantee she'll wish she was never born in the first place, never mind attempting to piss me off. I swear this in blood.

- To my Business Manager, I sincerely thank you for being the fair and just person that you are. May God speed your way. -

.: Tall Dark And Handsome :.

2005-08-23T21:33:00.000+08:00

Recently a very good friend of mine who religiously follows the teachings of the 'Dark Side' received this rather interesting message from one of the serial hunters in Friendster and decided to share it with me:

Subject: care 2 b frens?
Date: Friday, August 19, 2005 7:21:00 PM

Message:

himy name is Lau Tiam Bok,saw ur profile & interested 2 know more bout u i'm 27 years old, male and furthering my studies in pj

ask me what u desire so that i can provide details

can start with i'm the eldest of 3 have 1 bro & 1sis(twins) & no they don't look alike

like programing, net, swimming, reading & music

height 179cm according 2 sc we got extra taller by 1cm in the morning & minus 1cm in the evening am i boring u with sc facts or i sound like a geek?just joking yeah i love 2 joke around

tall dark handsome(most ppl say that but i think ok onli) let u b the judge if we decided/can meetcos 'beauty' lies in the eye on the beholder

that's all for nowhope 2 hear from u soon warmest regards, smile always & have a nice day

take care bye

Picture:

Friendster public ID: http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=7604596

*cough* ROTFL

I think some lessons can be learnt here... if you want to get a date, first and foremost, please use proper, legible English. Does not have to be something boombastic, but at least with proper grammar and vocabularily, especially on your first message.

Next, I figure if you want to declare yourself as 'tall, dark and handsome', the very least you could do is not publish your picture along with it.

I guess the only consolation is this sad episode is that I told my friend to enquire whether if he's loaded. So Mr. Lau Tiam Bok, I sure hope you have a filthy stash of cash under your bed, coz I figure that'll be the only chance in hell you are gonna get laid.

.: Online Blasphemy :.

2005-08-23T01:51:00.000+08:00

I'm going to shift all my previous 2 blogs to this one, as I finally realised that out of marketing ploys, Friendster's Blogs does not allow non-members to post comments, and that kindda suck big time.

For the moment, since most of my ramblings are still in the other two, do take a minute to pay them a visit :)

http://residentsniper.blogs.friendster.com/garden_of_sastra/

http://residentsniper.blogspot.com/