Today is the National Day of Malaysia. Selamat Hari Merdeka. Come 16th Sept is the celebration of formation of Malaysia including Sabah and Sarawak. The name “Malaysia” was officially announced on 16th Sept 1963.
To all my fellow countrymen, may we live a harmonious life everyday safe from perils.
Gee… i can’t believe I went clubbing last Saturday in a batik shirt. I just cant fucking believe it. Ah, well. Actually I attended a charity dinner earlier and after that I forgot to change. My bag was in my car. Went to KL on MC’s car. We were in a hurry, rushed from Ipoh Road to downtown KL.
The picture was purposely pixelized. Gotta obtain permission from the respective ladies first before publishing it.. or else the next time they won’t show up in da club.
It was a hectic day yesterday. KL was in total standstill in the evening rushhour. It rained… heavily. Flash floods in the golden triangle. Even the monorail service was not spared. Commuters were squeezed into the coaches like tuna or sardine…. and hundreds more were waiting to be squeezed, stuffed, molested, fondled whatever.
After work, we went karaoke at Neway, Berjaya Time Square. Ex-colleague, Nika initiated it. So, the four of us guys - Psychoacid, Leong, Chong and myself of course, took the monorail and to our horror as we walked up the escalator to the Raja Chulan monorail station (infront of our office building, Menara Promet), we saw dozens of people queueing to buy tickets. Fuck. The roads under the station were in standstill. The traffic lights were rendered useless despite in good working order.
After jumping queue, illegal pushings and dont-give-a-fuck to anyone else, I managed to squeezed into the train… leaving Psycho out there being stopped by the monorail personnel. Waved him godbye and the train moved towards Times Square (2 stops away). Leong and Chong hopped into an earlier train. Imagine the chaos. You can see ladies weeped for being fondled but nothing can be done. You don’t know who the fuck is doing it let alone your hand is trying hold onto something to stay oriented. This is life. You have to come and experience it. By that, I dont mean I encourage ladies to go get fondled. Ha.
Once reached Times Square, fagged while waited for Psycho.
Everyone were already eating when we reached the karaoke room. Straight away, I went out to grab foods. Ate, ate, ate and ate. Then started to sing. Psycho and I were a bit bored coz we dont sing chinese song. We’re banana. Felt being left out… but hey, who cares. The English songs varieties in Neway… SUCKS. I think Redbox have better choices of English songs. I was looking for Durian Durian’s… oops, I mean Duran Duran’s Ordinary World but to no avail. Geez.
Sometime when we sang English songs, the rest will give some remark which made us felt uneasy. Although we know they don’t mean anything, it just spoilt the mood. They’re expecting us to sing those boyband songs… those michaels learning to rock, those wastelife, arggh come on man. I never went ga-ga over those chaps. But Ricky Martin’s She Bangs is a must-sing for me. William Hung etched that reminder in me. They should start to put in more Coldplay’s songs of the X&Y album.
Nika was as ever so lovely. I was kinda blushed upon seeing her. I dunno why. Ha. Oh… it was the beers, ok. And too bad Winnie left early. She’s hot. Cindy’s the Hokkien songstress. Chloe is good in singing. Leong sings very well too. Chong flunked his singing exams… but merit in his funny antic dances. Haha. At the end of the day, everyone enjoyed.
For more pictures, please visit Psycoacid’s blog.
So.. suddenly thought of going camping. Yesterday while having a drink with Psycoacid and MC near my place , Psyco just brought up camping for merdeka eve celebration.
As you can see.. downtown KL for sure will be a traffic chaos city. Everywhere will be jam-packed. Then he suggested celebrating Merdeka in some jungles, camping, bonfire, beer, sing songs etc. Popping the wine bottle. Haha.
We talked and talked about making it happen. Discussions on camping equipments, food stuffs, where to camp & how to go there, who will be interested, everything. Psycho came up with Sg . Chilling near Fraser’s Hill. I was so excited and my mind was already planning who to ask to join the camping trip, the menu (fish or chicken… fish or chicken), the beers put to chill in the waterfall, etc etc.
After the mamak session, when I was about to sit down to draft the plan, Psycho called up.
G: Hallo. Wazzup. I will draft the shit in a moment. Just done the laundry, now hanging the clothes.
Psycho: Shit…. I think the plan has to be scrapped.
G: What the fuck?! Why???
Psycho: Merdeka Eve is on Wednesday. Wednesday lah !!!!
G: Oh shit. You’re right. Shit. Shit. So how?
Psycho: Maybe we go there and have a look at the place this Sunday?!
G: You sure ?
Psycho: Yeah. Take it as a one-day hiking trip/picnic lah.
G: Ok. Good. Set !
All this while, I wanted to go camping with my close homies but they just not that keen… and interested with my plan. Fuck. They rather go shopping mall, karaoke etc. Argh.
Don’t worry. Anyone wanna join for the one-day hiking trip this Sunday to Sg Chilling? Selayang homies?
*For some pictures of the place, here’s nyx’ gallery.
I was at a workshop near Lim Kok Wing, PJ today. There was a chinese girl… kinda wild type, outgoing and sporting, not that bad looking… alongside with the person who attended me, a malay girl while I inspected a car. The malay girl was explaining to the chinese girl about their workflow… how to deal with insurance personnels, adjusters etc. After the inspection, waited for another car to arrive. Lepaked in their office with full blast air-condition. The boss, the malay girl and the chinese girl smoked in the office. Damn. Not long later, the chinese girl left the office. Packed her bag and she went off. Dismissed. So I asked the malay girl:
G: Whoa, she left so early. Now it is only 4.00PM.
Malay Girl: Oh… she was here for training only.
G: Training? Training for what??
Malay Girl: Training to be callgirl.
G: WHATTT ??????? (i was thinking about the phone call delivery service they have in japan)
(My mind was reeling in downtown “tokyo”….)
Malay Girl: We’ve got callmen, now a girl wanna take up that position… we call them callgirl… lah.
G: Oh, I see. (Back to reality)
Ok… why would a girl opt for this job? There are so many other jobs more suitable for them. Callmen are those joes with a walkie-talkie you see in the restaurants, side walks, anywhere. Once a road accident happens, they will be the first at the accident scene to lure the vehicle owners to let them tow their vehicles for repair in their respective workshops. They get commission from this. Some workshops are giving them as high as 15%. I’m not gonna reveal too much trade practice here.
Just why this girl would wanna opt for this job? I’m speechless. But this is a free country.
Went to play paintball again yesterday with my fellow colleagues. Finally our wish to play the jungle assault was realised. The “escort the VIP” scenario was great too.
Basically two new scenario we played yesterday. The earlier games we played yesterday were the same like those we played many times ago. It was to get the newbies accustomed to the gameplay. The newbies: Roy, Khong, Adrian Leong and Kah Mun (Khong’s friend) .
There was another group of players already there playing when we reached. They are sort of “experts” alongside the director of the paintball facility, CJ Ong.
We joined them for the jungle assault but too bad, we don’t have a “war photographer” to capture the drama. Psycoacid refused to be one… as he like to take picture with camera phone. The pictures took for the day can be viewed from his blog.
Scenario 1: Escort the VIP
Our gang was split to 2 groups by 4:6 ratio and the group with 6 people (excluding VIP) have to protect the VIP (Alan in his brother’s National Service blue camo shirt).
The VIP escorting team is “immortal”. By that I mean they can be shot at continuously but once the VIP is shot, they lose. They must be in the range between 3 ft. distance from the VIP. Once a person moves away from the VIP.. will be disqualified. They have to escort the VIP from their starting point to the opponent’s starting point. No paint marker (the fucking gun, duh) for the VIP. Not even a knife…. or a briefcase to shield from the pellets fest.
Meanwhile, the atacking team is “mortal”. Once shot, the person goes out the field.. “dead”. The main objective is to shoot the VIP…. not the escorts. Once the VIP is shot, the attacking team wins.
Scenario 2: Jungle Assault
At first we thought the jungle terrain is like real thick secondary bushes but it turned out to be the opposite and not much trees to hide from. There’s a makeshift hut with only 3 sides of wall. You can shoot straight into the hut. The defending team defend their territory of a 15-20 metres radius around the hut. They can’t go outside the boundary. There was a trap which was set to trigger an orange coloured smoke bomb to indicate someone from the attacking team have breached and signals the red alert. They must not let the attacking team to take the flag situated on their defense boundary line.
On the other hand, the attacking team can come from all angles. 360 degrees. It was like real combat ambush we saw on tv and war films though minus the gun shell sound. Either the flag is captured or the defence team all dead, you win.
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Ok. This one is related to the post : tired tired and yummy tummy
Above: This one is actually 2 pictures joined together. I’ve got no wide-angle. No choice. The orchard is very near to the Karak Highway - Karak first exit.
The pros preparing the rambutans to be loaded onto the jeep. Luckily, there’s rear canopy on the jeep.
The only house in the orchard. 4 rooms, and other basic amenities.Hello world. Sorry for some inactivity this past 2 days. No shit to write and the pictures are still under processing. Too much things to think about. Too much of teh tarik. I think I will see the fish soon… if I quit this fucking MCO…. leaving all the niggas in the hood. Reluctant, anyhow I am.
Will I miss the children’s biscuit here? or the orchard staffs? or the dinosaurs & godzillas in MCO?
Just came back from Karak… after a whole day of durian fiesta at Hon Keong’s dad’s orchard. Will upload the pictures very soon.
“Change, shit.. I guess change is good for any of us.. whatever it take for any of y’all niggaz to get up out the hood, shit, I’m wit cha, I ain’t mad at cha, got nuttin but love for ya, do your thing boy”
I was shitting in the toilet with the door opened just now when this voice of Pac filled the house. It just made me delved into my thoughts. Do I need a change… from the current durian shit life? Hmm.
Shitty job, shitty life. Man, sometimes just wanna cut my life into pieces but that’s my last resort.
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Date: 19th - 25th August 2006
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They have Donna Karan in New York, we have Koodee Karan in KL. Ha.
Psycoacid and MC came over to my place yesterday for a booze. It was Sunday nite. Watched a Korean movie on pirated dvd and boozed and boozed and boozed… till 2.18AM.
Why are we so like that? Is it that when you have problems/shits, you tend to drink? Hmm.
So here’s the slimmed down version of my Redang trip movie. Enjoy. But it was shot in Cantonese too. Sorry. I will make English movies in the future.
It was a nice outing yesterday in Bangsar with a nice bunch of people. Atrica’s ilekkom colleagues and associates. I’m not a Bangsar kaki anyway. At first, I thought they will be going to some joint where rap/hiphop are the official music… i was like.. GREAT. We can do movez according to the tunes of 50 Cent, BIG, Wu Tang Clan, DO double G (Snoop), Chingy and even Pac, if I must. Turned out to be wrong. But anyway the place we went was also nice lah.
First time I’m introduced to them and they’re very very very friendly. But somehow there’s some guys who showed murky faces when their “girlfriend” over-flirted. There this guy with the brown shirt, I sensed that while talking to him, he talked show-off, boasting greatness. Well, this is only human nature and in a situation like that, I don’t mind, and although it was very tempting to go bonkers with the chics who flirted as we were all there to have fun , anyhow we (me & Daniel F) have to know the limit. This the first time knowing them anyway. I don’t want my car get burnt (i’m hoping for that anyway.. can total it) or the guys come over to me and stuff a pack of ice into my mouth (not in my crotch).
I went into the ladies washroom, if I must say. Gee. Luckily there was no one in there. The management at the joint must clearly put on pictorial signs and not just a “W” for women and “M” for men. What if i don’t know English? The alphabets won’t have any significant, right? Ok. Forget it. I went in there on purpose. Haha. That chic, MCS, side bet with me. Ok, I saw someone occupied a seat in there and there’s no vending machine. Well, not all places have vending machine, right?!
So next week will be going to Genting for Lee’s birdday. There will be another drinkfest. As an active member of the drinkers union of KL, we always look forward to drink. We live to drink. Haha. Joking. Just don’t drink while driving.
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