what kinda guy are you?

Which of these parts do you concentrate your focus on when you meet someone of the opposite gender? However, it should be noted that this personality guide only applies to the male gender.

If you are a ...

top/boob guy
You are outgoing and basically are a small guy trapped in a big guy's body.

toes guy
You love variety and are very experimental in bed.

eyes guy
You are basically a nice guy, sensitive in nature but often lose woman to jerks.

bottom/ass/curve guy
You are self centered, likes to show off and introvert.

legs guy
You are a social animal who loves to party. You will get bored easily and most often you will be drunk all the time.


I heard that from the radio. Don't question me about the accuracy of it. So no questions for me please.

panchet

A conversation in Hakka that took place

Me: "Kim nyit ngai won nga cha eh tayar. Panchet hoi"
(I had a flat tyre today)

Mom: "Cho ma kai mau chau tit tung ngai kong?"
(Why didn't tell me earlier?)

Me: "Cho Kai?"
(Why?)

Mom: "Chor tet mai zhi ma!"
(Can buy number)

Me: *ja tau*
(*dumbfucked*)

With the tunes of Staind and Hoobastank

I am experiencing this awakening. It feels like a falling out. Drifting into the unknowns yet again but not quite the same. It's not just about being in black or white or even of the grey matter. It's not only about intoxication or mild inebriation. It's definitely not about being hyper religious. I was surprised that how easily snapped I became when there was once I thought 'could be' seems impossible when I was indulged. Embarassed of moi but I shall keep it to myself. But deep down, I still think that is not possible. I'm confusing myself, again, I know. Callous and hardened like the shell of an egg. I wonder what's the inside like. I don't know. A full boiled or raw for that instance. The sense of gloomy darkness and euphoria of passion that gave so much into the matters of the heart, hopes and dreams suddenly vanished. Could it be not vanished, then faded or confused or kept might have taken place. It shall arise once again like a scintilla. To fuel the desire of a meaningful connection. The blend so beautiful that invokes shedding of tears and ever flowing energy that ignite frolic and jovial expression is still very much needed.

random

Do not have any particular topic to write about, so I'll leave you with...

Some random observations and rants:-

- I just can't get over with kids doing the heelys (whatever you call it), with one of their foot pointing upwards and all they could achieve is about 3 feet of glide. Just feel like sending a sweet chin music to them.

- Watched Astro Talent Quest 04 and got pissed off. That guy can't sing for nuts. His rendition of Lee Hom's song was horrendous. Very poor connection with the head voice. Did you see him doing the jiggy (wiggling butt) part? *vomit vomit* *curse like a sailor*

- Raikkonen's crash hebat!

- When you are way down, the only way to go is up. It comes naturally.

- I like double eyelids.

- I like fair skin.

- I'll try not to sleep that much again because it feels like my weekend is robbed by, erm, sleep.

MCC

This signboard caught my attention. It plastered me with a big grin coz it reminded me of someone. Got city somemore. hahaha.

fail to become chinese businessman

My great grandfather once own an empire circa 30-50s. He was a famous chap and a major player in the town. There's a saying that goes an empire cannot survive three generations. If that indeed rings true, then you can deduce from that, that I'm way past the third generation. I'm the fourth, so no empire for me, I'm a poor man to start with. Haha. Anyway this post is not about me and my ranting being the fourth gen.

I simply cannot comprehend how 8 million of sales and 9 million of sales for two consecutive years would leave u with 1.6 million in debt and only 4 grand in the bank. No pun intended but in a very sad manner, technically I'm richer than you, you see, I don't owe anybody 1.6 million.

I felt overwhelmed with the number of Carlsberg, Milo, Nestle and Coke that stacks way high up, so high that I cannot see the tip even with an extended ladder. It simply became a huge maze with food becoming my walls. I had not had the chance to taste a single drop of those products. All I had, many many years back, was loads of mini flicking frisbees that comes with glass bottled coca-cola that scattered all over the room above the Mahjong business center. And I had to pick them up and keep the place tidy when my grandma decided to be nasty.

Back to the business skills, for goodness sake can't you learn? Look at you, you are now one old haggard dude that still churn money out for your equally haggard concubine and her child. Anyway promise me never to touch the rubber mountain and I get to play with the forklift. That's all I want, you can keep your debts. Thanks.

u_want_da_bao

Took off my glasses. Lay down my head on a fade pinkish scrambled up blanket. As usual, listening to sound of wind blowing, this time it's the fan and the fan inside my laptop. Been thinking about people. They become animated with exaggerated personalities in my head. Personalities that is contrieved by bits of memories. Suddenly curiousity level shoots high up. I wonder what has happened, what is happening and what is going to happen? Hmmmm. *foot tapping the ground* I'm waiting for stories. Tell me mademoiselle. Before sleep swarms in, my stomach decides to protest by doing a typical hiphop shoutout that goes "Make some noise!...I said make some noise". I then reflect on the three slices of bread and the itsy bitsy of le poisson I had. I decided that I want more. More of something else.

Gua punya post ada double meaning punya. Keng leh. Ngek ngek. Aiyah cannot use that. Nyiak nyiak.

particle man

I hereby apologise to the owner of the champagne gold Gen-2 for no dent and scratch is caused upon on your car by the 'ghok' sound effect.
 
My regards goes to the indian fella who is shirking and having a fag behind Strawberry Kafe for being a bummer and not 'kaypohchee' and also by having this laid-back attitude just rocks.
 
I think there sits another mini karma particle man on my shoulder, albeit a very nano sized one.
 
With a beastie boy's mock rhythm, Check ch-check ch-check check it out Karma Cartoon to see what I'm trying to say. Cheers.

you can keep your world

This post may be senstive and might offend certain individuals. As such, I advise not to keep reading. This post is strictly based on loonatik's opinion

It is not quite possible to differentiate whether that guy is homo based on the attire, the face, the shape of the body, the people they hangout with, the amount of gel on their hair, etc. I was feeling not to keen when I saw many and I mean many guys going into the bar. They come in packs and in couple. But I learnt that night that if he is good looking, with a muscular built, immaculate and behaves in a strangely flexible manner, it's a darn good bet that you found one. Believe it or not, some even dance to the style of Coco Lee. Yes, to the straight female community, it is sad to say that many fit and good looking guys fall into this category. Just too many. I saw at least a hundred that night. That's the reason why it's hard to find rich and handsome guys around town nowadays. The trend is most likely to feature rich ugly bloke scoring with a hot chick.

My friend pointed out to us "That fella, Lam Pan Lui Chong. He's a drag queen"

I was thinking, no fucking way man! And I shifted my attention towards the supposedly her again trying to scan for clues. I looked at the arms, the long wavy hair, the skimpy tube and skirt and assets, but suddenly I realised I was fucking stupid for missing one prominent part, the bloody throat. I was like "diuuuuu" when I saw the apple. I was swindled. MCP. No, that isn't true I thought. But I know I couldn't deny it. I did slip a few glances towards the her before she became a him. I felt so cheated. Damn. I'm beginning to feel traumatized.

Please take note, butterfly tattoos do not dwell on a guy's butt for goodness sake.

The atmosphere and ambience was great nonetheless. The camaraderie between the guys and the guys look good. A bond too close I would say. However, I would prefer not to see hands touching waist and ass of another guy.

Trying to bail out and squeeze through the crowd with minimal contact is rather tough. For once, all I needed is to slip through unnoticed. Do not have eye contact and whatsoever contact. I reminded myself with that like playing an annoying and boisterous tape inside my head.

All I'm saying is, I do not despise this sort of lifestyle. It could be defective genes. I don't know. I still have friends possessing this lifestyle. I'm just saying that this is not my world. Thanks.

your kind of humour

trembling in fear at times
looking at the constant screen
the words are sitting there
the silent music is playing
so much is happening around
anger to love and humour to venting
but the mind is blank blank and blank
everything passing by like [>>] is pressed upon
and i thought of things
as i rewind my memories
carefully filtering those i chose to play
a smile is made
and i'm thankful for that

Chicken Rice Galore

A craving for chicken rice somehow had led me to finish my lunch at Weng Hiong Chicken Rice Shop only to embark to the shop adjacent to it, the larger and traditional chinese kampung style shop with background chinese opera music ambience, more officially known as Weng Seng Chicken Rice Shop. Bizzare it may be but it indeed happened today. Felt rather guilty for not being able to finish the plate at the second shop though and surprisingly the whole meal (in the second shop) including the drink only cost RM 2.80. Now I'm friggin full. Chicken Rice shall be banned throughout the course of next week I suppose.

tuesday blues

I thought of [tuesday blues ngek ngek] a friend. But then this karma thing happens and it turns out to be my Tuesday Blues. :(. You know the day isn't a good one when it started off by me saying diu lorr.

I think my kryptonite is sleep. Basically I used to pig out very often and even now so and then. Many of my friends are impressed when they see me sleeping at every possible venues that they might not be able to. I guess to those who know me well enough, sleep is a word that is one of my attribution. The other being I don't eat sweets.

story of a boomerang

Attribution:Ben

One evening last week, my wife and I were getting into bed. Well, the passion starts to heat up, and she eventually says "I don't feel like it, I just want you to hold me." I said "WHAT???!!! What was that?!" So she says the words that every husband on the planet dreads to hear..."You're just not in touch with my emotional needs as a woman enough for me to satisfy your physical needs as a man." She responded to my puzzled look by saying, "Can't you just love me for who I am and not what I do for you in the bedroom?" Realizing that nothing was going to happen that night I went to sleep. The very next day I opted to take the day off of work to spend time with her. We went out to a nice lunch and then went shopping at a big, big unnamed department store. I walked around with her while she tried on several different very expensive outfits. She couldn't decide which one to take so I told her we'll just buy them all. She wanted new shoes to compliment her new clothes, so I said lets get a pair for each outfit. We went to the jewellery department where she picked out a pair of diamond earrings. Let me tell you, she was so excited, she must have thought I was one wave short of a shipwreck. She was almost nearing sexual satisfaction from all of the excitement. Smiling with excited anticipation she finally said, "I think this is all dear, lets go to the cashier." I could hardly contain myself when I blurted out, "No honey, I don't feel like it." Her face just went completely blank as her jaw dropped with a baffled WHAT??!!!" I then said "Really honey! I just want you to HOLD this stuff for a while. You're just not in touch with my financial needs as a man enough for me to satisfy your shopping needs as a woman." And just when she had this look like she was going to kill me I added, "Why can't you just love me for who I am and not for the things I buy you?" Apparently I won't be having sex again until sometime after pigs fly over a frozen hell.

the strange factor

I was wondering that what pig's lard has gotta do with engine business? That was simply mind boggling to say the least.

For the first time ever, two dogs ran away from me and cower in such obvious nervousness. One even hide itself under a sofa for protection. This was kinda bizzare because the usual protocol involves them charging at me furiously trying to tear me apart.

Prawn mee got delivery service?

Lok Tai Sui. Chui Tai Fung. Ah Yi Chai. Ta Lou Kung. Dunno what Sik Fan Mm Sai Sung. Something something Ha Khung. It's raining heavily and I don't get to eat my prawn mee at Topstar that I planned few hours ago in my head myself. Mood: grumpy. GRRRRR!!!

Today there is no rules

how do you determine incompatibility? would it be by counting the similarities between each other or perhaps one's humour style preference or could it be the dreams and ambitions that is to be shared or perhaps just personality difference or social and economical difference? heck if all remains to be so similar, it will constitute to just one person then, wouldn't it. even dnas mutate and evolve and one body would be just fine to contain all of these. and if you could, would committment itself be enough. i like jia's recent post. love is that big. so is the price to be in it.

secondly i would like to think about blogging. is there a mask in blogging. do we pretend to be someone else with an alter-ego that we can't be in real life or blog reveals the deep true thoughts of oneselves. some are just plain anonymous. some looks so very much like a personal homepage. some are interest based. some are like photostat copy of a brain's status. some are just filled with crap. some are filled with code snippets and tutorials. some are actually photo galleries. some are to gain popularity. some are a way to communicate to others. i think there are so many styles and objective for all the blogs swarming around the cyberspace. so it doesn't make such a big deal for what and how it is written or by whom. it is there not to make an impact perhaps some are. it's getting too complicated now that i don't know what else to write.

See, i blog without playing by the rules. don't need to care too much about grammar, i can insert hybrid language, don't care about punctuations too. even the contents and message is vague and confusing. it's exaggerated sometimes. it's chui sui sometimes. no need to govern the integrity of it. no need to worry so much. there is this freedom and i don't care if i get a 0 mark or an E grade. all of this happens just because i can.

do you like my new style? nyiak nyiak nyiak.

When you step on it

I feel so close, yet I feel so far
I thought I knew so much, yet I knew so little
I'm bewildered to say the least
Things have been reshaping themselves
A puzzle shattered waiting to be refigured
It still is what it is
But why it's so different
My perception distorted
Not sure for the better or worse

My hands remain stagnant on the mouse and keyboard
Waiting for words and thoughts to pop up in the mind
Indonesian accent and vacumn sounds fill the air
Such is the ambience with a vibrating pulse

*hehe. please wait. still thinking.*

This place looks so foreign
Everything seems so out of place
It's overwhelming for a long one minute
It's wonderful although too strong and bold
Learned a lot from what people say and what I saw
But to be there personally brings a whole new dimension
And not to mention correction
People look at you like a different kind
An asian not fitting to their kind
Being broke is not going to help either
When all weighs ton and brands are spelt in French and Italian.

I wonder if sometimes I feel contended
In all aspects of one's life
What can I do to change some of these
Just go with the flow I say
I am who I am

*shows victory sign*

numb

Linkin Park: But I know, you were just like me with someone disappointed in you

That is so sad.

Quirky Referrers

I was looking at my stats for this blog and while browsing the referrers section, I was baffled but rather amused with what I found. Let me share it with you.

These are the keyword or keyword combinations that they inputted into Search Engines like Google and Yahoo and that's how they ended up at my blog. Bugger.

sekolah kebangsaan taman midah
(huh? Got meh?)

handphone speed trap
(Wah! I dunno how leh)

elken scam
(Hahaha. Good grief)

elken vs amway
(Mahai. What is with all these MLM and my blog man. Doesn't make sense. Diu. Go away)

tvb series bittorrent
(Haha. I can understand this. I can help but I kinda stopped my operation already)

fort williams webcam scotland
(Whoa. That is quite misleading)

satria gti price
(I don't sell GTI la faggots)

kakakaka free download tamil
(Bloody hell! What is that about? Can't Nina betul)

TV vs TV

Two twenty nine inches tv are standing side by side competing against each other for our attention. One is given the name Panasonic while the other, Sony. Far right is the outcast little brat whose name is Sharp. Sharp used to sit at Sony's place, but he was demoted, he ain't no playa, he ain't no heavyweight, so he gets to sit on a broken speaker instead. Haha. I could imagine..

Sony: "Look at me, watch me. I've got good woofers but no pixels"

Panasonic: "Nah buzzoff u lame-o-not-flat-Sony, watch me instead!"

If I tilt my head to the right approximately 86 degrees, there is another Sharp brother there.

In case you are wondering, No!, I do not have TV fetish. The truth is my mom just bought another tv, the Panasonic dude, coz Sony refuse to display anymore. I guess he was burnt out (no pun intended). Eventhough the whole scene looks so ridiculous, my mom still hasn't realise that she's living in a condo unit now.

I pity the victim, the cabinet underneath. Haha.

Growl

I hate to be such a pessimist. Something is just very wrong at the moment. I struggled to finish my meals and that's two in a row. I sense that fever is reaching upon me. Better not, MC is not what I need right now. I guess rage and the need to be tipsy or inebriated is what I'm feeling right now. Seems pretty fucked up I know, but then again I'll flip to another page real soon. I know that.

Not happy

I'm not happy. The light at the end of the tunnel is getting dimmer. The mood is gloomy. I see no hope. I doubt even if hope still exists. Instead of encouraging signs, I hear sniggers and howling noises that sends a shiver to my spine. I'm either flushed or am indeed drowning in this pool of freezing cold water. Should I persevere? I might not even be able to sustain life. The worst will be when the tunnel is finally block by boulders.