Sony CD MAVICA 400: 7mm, 8/5 sec, F2.0, ISO100
Ha… found this picture while doing some hard disk cleaning just now. Hmm…. the pride of Malaysian.
This picture was taken from Westin Kuala Lumpur on the eve National Day (31st Aug)…. 1 hour before the fireworks at KLCC. It was a sight to behold…. when the fireworks were displayed. Stayed overnite in the hotel. KL folk stays in a hotel in KL. What an experience.
The inevitable price hike of gasoline has now realised but… damn. Its 30 sen (RM1.00 = 100 sen). The previous price per litre for normal petrol (RON 97) was RM1.62 (RM1.61 in Seremban according to Johnson). It is now RM1.92/litre. I thought it would raise only 10 sen. Shit. How much is diesel now? Anyone? Really, I don’t know. I’m not driving 530d (E60). Haha. Thats bee-mer.
They (the government) reduced road tax but raised gasoline price. They don’t waive road tax for vehicle below 1000cc for no reason. Good move for them. They can earn more in the long run.
Just when I thought of refilling petrol just now after dinner…. while I was driving to Shell… received an SMS from my uncle. “Go now to refill petrol. Price hike 30 sen after 12.00am” reads the sms. I thought it was a false alarm again because there was once (somewhere in 3rd quarter of 2005) an sms circulated on the news of petrol price hike for 10 sen/litre but petrol stations were like normal everyday business. Then it turned out to be a false alarm and I was fooled.
So, just now when I reached Shell… or should I say when I almost reach (long queue, I can’t even get into the station’s compound), I can see from far how bad was the queue. Made a U-turn and drove off. Fuck them off. Although a bit wasted… I mean, I’ve got to refill my tank anyway tomorrow morning… it’s just the feeling like being in the disadvantage, over-charged, conned.. whatever that made me screw someone.
So.. what can I do? Hmmm… alright. Good nite. Wanna sleep now. Oh sorry… good morning. Retreating now.
This is an email forwarded by dAniEL (yea chern).
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(This is reportedly based on an actual experiment conducted in the U.K.)
Put eight monkeys in a room. In the middle of the room is a ladder, leading to a bunch of bananas hanging from a hook on the ceiling.
Each time a monkey tries to climb the ladder, all the monkeys are sprayed with ice water, which makes them miserable. Soon enough, whenever a monkey attempts to climb the ladder, all of the other monkeys, not wanting to be sprayed, set upon him and beat him up. Soon, none of the eight monkeys ever attempts to climb the ladder.
One of the original monkeys is then removed, and a new monkey is put in the room. Seeing the bananas and the ladder, he wonders why none of the other monkeys are doing the obvious. But undaunted, he immediately begins to climb the ladder.
All the other monkeys fall upon him and beat him silly. He has no idea why.
However, he no longer attempts to climb the ladder.
A second original monkey is removed and replaced. The newcomer again attempts to climb the ladder, but all the other monkeys hammer the crap out of him.
This includes the previous new monkey, who, grateful that he’s not on the receiving end this time, participates in the beating because all the other monkeys are doing it. However, he has no idea why he’s attacking the new monkey.
One by one, all the original monkeys are replaced. Eight new monkeys are now in the room. None of them have ever been sprayed by ice water. None of them attempt to climb the ladder. All of them will enthusiastically beat up any new monkey who tries, without having any idea why.
………………and that is how most companies’ policies get established.
Yes…. BAT. British American Tobacco. Well, Ng’s back from Africa… Zimbabwe to be precise. He brought me some nice souvenir.. compliments of BAT Zimbabwe in Harare . These are the BAT’s brands sold in Zimbabwe.
The outing’s at Friendster Cafe at Damansara Perdana. Saw Johnson (my colleague) there with his friends.
So… the new year… chinese new year is over for good and ever since I received tons of comments from relatives, hommies, friends and aquaintances. All commented me on the same shit… which I kinda liked it. Until today….. I still get people saying that I’ve gone a bit chubby (fat is not an appropriate word), all from people that I saw and some who passed the word from other people.
Old friends know how skinny I was and that now I’ve put on some extra pounds. My brother is worst. “Fat” is appropriate to describe him. Well, its indeed normal. Fat people wished that they’re slim/skinny and here.. skinny people wished they’re a bit fleshy/plump.
Lee, is this a good sign or a bad sign ?? YY, yes, yes, I’ve gone a bit berisi (thats Malay for chubby). Ha.
First, please read this statement by Mr. Lim Kit Siang.
Read it?! Ok. Now lets do this together.
FUCK YOU SAMY VELLU !! BUMI HIWAY, FUCK YOU !! FUCK YOU ALL KUAT-KUAT. CORRUPTION IS EVERYWHERE BUT DO IT NICELY LAH AND DON’T MAKE OTHER PEOPLE SUFFER.
YOU HAVE MADE OUR LIVES HARD. LOOK AT THE SHIT, COME AND EXPERIENCE IT. ADMISSION IS FREE.
Where were you all when we gotta endure this everyday? Holiday’ing somewhere? Fuck you.
Just when you think you 1)have the best employer 2)working in a good company 3)are happy with the current employment and wanna retire in this employment…….. please… please think thrice. I still remember an advice someone told me.. “love your job but not your company !!!” I’ve never bothered about the advice until shit happened and I now realize how true, how fucking important was that little advice. Why the fuck I’ve been so ignorant?
So, guys, when you encounter difficulties, when some small issues turn into shit, did the company backed you up or do they fuck you first and deal with the shit slightly later but in favour of the client/customer/partner-in-business/some mothafuckers just to protect the deal. This is something very subjective as not everyone gotta deal with outsiders/clients/mothafuckers etc. Those who face pesky client/customer/partner-in-business/some mothafuckers in their daily job should know what I’m trying to say here.
Office politika. They do EXIST ! My way of handling it?! Hmm.. 1) when people talk about it, listen ! Learn what’s goin on but don’t meddle with it unless it really concerns you. You might just save your precious ass. Get close to the “CNN reporter” of your company where you can get the latest news feed. How you get your news is up to you though. Maybe you can get it from Reuters.
“Conspiracy”??. Ever a conspiracy happen to you? Just when you think everyone treats you nice…. someone might just come and whoop your ass… hard. You think only your bosses know how to whoop ass? Come on… don’t be so childish. The bitches in what is deemed the most important department of every fucking organizations… the accounts/treasury department… where they can only spell $/RM. These bitches can really give you a big blow not on your dick but your ass. If can, I would wanna give them an Oscar (any other higher award for performing arts-acting ??) with honour. The particular bitch who, I think ate the most Maggi branded instant noodle (until she permed her hair to resemble the famous noodle that we all love since the Industrial Revolution) performed the best live act I’ve ever seen in my entire 25 earthling years. I wonder if this show was directed by the boss… who else can it be?! Tony Comstock? Duh…
Just because they wanna turn down your claim but don’t have the strong supporting reason…. for you to have a better idea of this shit.. here’s a summary. I delayed some expenses claim… I was fucked by the director and was given a final dateline (got fucked on a Thursday… to submit the bills by next Wednesday) to submit the bills. So I submitted the bills on Tuesday evening (I swear I submitted on Tuesday evening). Then on Thursday… this maggi-lover bitch told me that they are not going to reimburse me for it because when they collected the bills on Wednesday evening around 3.00-4.00pm (there’s a box sort of a piggy bank, where everyone put in their bills/receipts for submission)… they did not see my bills in there. They said they only got it on Thursday. What the fuck. Yes, WHAT THE FUCK ?! If you said you can’t see my bills there at a glance, I don’t mind but this is like… like someone just come up to you and dig your nose. How do you feel that? You just get pissed off but got no proof to prove your innocence. Whoa….. is this a staged conspiracy with the top management to save a mere 2 g’s ?? Bosses who spend their corporate clients to fuck shops (spas or brothels), night clubs etc…. is 2 g’s enough for a whole night of kingly entertainment/pleasures ???? Tiu niama keh chau cibet. Well, I know I only have myself to blame for late submission but nevertheless I was already fucked by the boss and was given a warning and to submit the bills BY WEDNESDAY. I submitted ON TUESDAY EVENING !! And the bitch said they didn’t see it. This is the real piss-off part of the story. There was another person who was also fucked by the boss for late expenses claim submission. This bloke, so happen to be a manager of Malay descent. He’s a little bit fortunate and maybe he prayed 8 times a day and Allah heard his prayer. So he was spared from this conspiracy. Significance wise, I lose out here, too. Asked the boss why is this bitch telling me all this and I was fucked again. “Submitted all the bills on Tuesday?!…. this is only what you said, do you have proof? I gotta hear their (the bitches) side of the story…” said the boss. Tiu niama keh hai.
So… all my loved ones, hommies, friends, beloved readers…. all the machas… please don’t mention this shit in front of me. Whether I’m right or wrong…. i just wanna stress again.. ” LOVE YOUR JOB BUT NOT YOUR COMPANY “. When expendable insignificant operation staff is doing well, bosses won’t come and wish you congrats, well done, shits. But once they flop, hmmmm….. the bozo clowns will be the first ones trying to find ways to ditch them. This is a normal practice…so far in most of the chinaman company. I risked my job for putting these to words but what the fuck… you clowns and bitches…. I can’t even express my shit out? What the hell…
PS: you won’t know when they would whoop your ass… out of the cold.
So… at last I’m ready to migrate. Well, actually it is due to some reasons. First, the Friendster blog is a bit “retarded” because non-friendster member can’t post comment. This is not a good idea… as we are trying to reach the world. *Oh yeah… Hello world !!
.. and secondly… its because blogger’s owned by Google… and search is easier. This blog can reach more people i’d guess. I’m still a bit new to this blogspot environment and will tweak and update the shit bit by bit. Stay tuned.
For the mean time, you can still view my blog at :>> http://endroo.blogs.friendster.com/froi/
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