Fancy these...
posted by BluePixie @ 11:35 AM
Friday, July 29, 2005
Thursday, July 28, 2005
ZZzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzz..
I have been hit by the sleeping bug.
I went home last night, had tea, and was watching tv when I had a real throbbing headache so I went to lie down for a while at 7 pm. Then I had no idea what happened. Next thing I knew, it was 10 pm and I woke up wondering what time it was, why my room window was still open, wondering if I was late to work and also why I was still clad in my uniform, moments before I came to my senses.
Then off I went to bathe, and slept again like a baby.
When I got to work in the morning, I was seeing red and black line on the screen. I have no idea why and it freaked me out a bit coz no matter how hard I blinked, the line didn’t seem to go away. I closed my eyes for a while and massaged it. Now it’s gone.
Lunch, munched on something and rested my head on the desk. Next thing I knew I dozed off, lucky to wake up right when the lunch time ended.
Boy, I’m still dead tired.
I went home last night, had tea, and was watching tv when I had a real throbbing headache so I went to lie down for a while at 7 pm. Then I had no idea what happened. Next thing I knew, it was 10 pm and I woke up wondering what time it was, why my room window was still open, wondering if I was late to work and also why I was still clad in my uniform, moments before I came to my senses.
Then off I went to bathe, and slept again like a baby.
When I got to work in the morning, I was seeing red and black line on the screen. I have no idea why and it freaked me out a bit coz no matter how hard I blinked, the line didn’t seem to go away. I closed my eyes for a while and massaged it. Now it’s gone.
Lunch, munched on something and rested my head on the desk. Next thing I knew I dozed off, lucky to wake up right when the lunch time ended.
Boy, I’m still dead tired.
posted by BluePixie @ 2:10 PM
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
10 Points
A collegue emailed and asked me this:
Why do bank let their doors wide open but the chain the pen in the counter?
Point to ponder it seems..aduh...!
Just learnt something today. If u just returned from a long vacation and your collegues ask you if you had a good time, even if you did, say otherwise. It's not worthwhile to tell the truth to some.
Why do bank let their doors wide open but the chain the pen in the counter?
Point to ponder it seems..aduh...!
Just learnt something today. If u just returned from a long vacation and your collegues ask you if you had a good time, even if you did, say otherwise. It's not worthwhile to tell the truth to some.
posted by BluePixie @ 4:59 PM
Nyanyuk
Oh God..why user why? why do u need to change ur requirement 1001 times and make me go crazy?
Oh God..why software why? why don't you work the way i ask you to work?
Oh God..why MMU why? why didnt you warn me to get out of IT right when i stepped my foot in it?
Oh God..why boss why? why you say user is always right ?
Oh God..why time why? why do you fly so fast when i have so many ridiculous dead lines?
Oh God..why pc why? Why do you sit there and stare back at me? Why can’t you do everything I have in mind, or start dancing and run away?
Oh God..why collegues why? Why do you put up with this misery from the very beginning?
Oh God..why head why? Why do you need to start throbbing when I need to concentrate?
Oh God..why myself why? Why did you choose the software engineering line?
Why why why..
Phone’s ringing..
“ah,, can u change this one ah, we don’t want the screen this way anymore. Now like this ah…ah then ah, this one ah, change to..”
Sigh, here we go again…
Oh God..why software why? why don't you work the way i ask you to work?
Oh God..why MMU why? why didnt you warn me to get out of IT right when i stepped my foot in it?
Oh God..why boss why? why you say user is always right ?
Oh God..why time why? why do you fly so fast when i have so many ridiculous dead lines?
Oh God..why pc why? Why do you sit there and stare back at me? Why can’t you do everything I have in mind, or start dancing and run away?
Oh God..why collegues why? Why do you put up with this misery from the very beginning?
Oh God..why head why? Why do you need to start throbbing when I need to concentrate?
Oh God..why myself why? Why did you choose the software engineering line?
Why why why..
Phone’s ringing..
“ah,, can u change this one ah, we don’t want the screen this way anymore. Now like this ah…ah then ah, this one ah, change to..”
Sigh, here we go again…
posted by BluePixie @ 4:12 PM
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
FreAKish NIgHMarE
I woke up from a very freaky dream today. The last I actually had a dream or precisely, a nightmare was about 2-3 months ago. I hardly dream, sleep becomes a proper mandatory shut down of my whole brain system without any background processes. Even if I do dream, I never remember my dreams the moment I wake up no matter how hard I try.
It has to be because I slept in the afternoon, my mind had enough rest so I guess it was active throughout the night. I even had trouble falling asleep in the first place.
Anyway, this dream was really weird because it was actually a chain of events that actually was included in my daily life. I’ll talk about the events first before getting to the nightmare.
It all started when my boyfriend called last night and while we were talking, he said he met one Indonesian guy who survived tsunami. He is currently in a Malaysian college, with full scholarship. According to him, the guy saw a huge mountain of black water rushing in and even when he tried to run as fast as he could, he was trapped, the water sucked him under, and when he managed to pull himself out, he clung to a floating tree trunk and passed out. When he woke up, he saw himself surrounded by a sea of dead bodies. He managed to sustain himself by consuming whatever edible items like milo or magi mee that floated his way until he was found. He still has no idea what happened to his family.
And event two, as most of you guys know, I am really looking forward to the forthcoming convo ceremony and meeting up with my friends.
And event three would be, I took time off yesterday so I was wondering if the clerk to whom I submitted my form to had actually passed it to the Personnel department.
And here’s the nightmare I had last night.
Sham, ammu and I were supposed to bunk in the hostel for the convo ceremony. The hostel room was located in the fourth floor in MMU, so we struggled with our belongings, climbing the stairs all the way to the fourth floor and when we reached there, to my horror, I saw small dead bodies covered in while cloth on the door of every single room.
Sham and ammu were nonchalantly talking, and ammu even opened the door to the room, stepped over the small white corpse and went inside while I stared in disbelief outside, not knowing whether to scream or cry. Sham meanwhile was urging me to get inside and put my stuff away so we can go down and meet the rest of the gang. Incredulously, I went down to the hostel office and inquired about the corpses. They gave me a simple shocking reply. Those were the corpses of small schoolchildren in a school nearby, who died during the tsunami. According to them, the corpses were on each floor and they had managed to clean the first three floors while the fourth will be cleaned the next day.
I walked back to my room in a dazed state, passing by other rooms, wide open with girls sleeping inside and small corpses lining the door. I went back to my room and to my disbelief, my shaking hands actually picked up the small corpse at my room entrance, and ,I was walking around, trying to find a proper burial place, shivering in fear, repulsion, and sadness.
I reached my old secondary school, (I have no idea how the story went from Cyber to Kedah in a split of a second) and was begging the kids to help me with the dead child but everyone was just curious to lift the cloth and look at the body rather than to help me.
Then out of a sudden, I was with the clerk at my office, riding in her car, into a deep bush, trying to find a place for burial. Out of a sudden, the whole place started flooding, so the clerk tried driving through the water and we got stuck inside while the water level was rising and we were struggling to breathe. I turned to my side and saw another car, with a couple inside, also struggling to breathe, with terror etched into every corner of their faces.
I knew I was about to die when the water began rising, almost sinking the car.Suddenly a group of African guys from MMU broke open the door and pulled us both to safety.
That’s when my alarm rang at 6 and I woke up.
Freaky. I really hope it doesnt mean a thing.
It has to be because I slept in the afternoon, my mind had enough rest so I guess it was active throughout the night. I even had trouble falling asleep in the first place.
Anyway, this dream was really weird because it was actually a chain of events that actually was included in my daily life. I’ll talk about the events first before getting to the nightmare.
It all started when my boyfriend called last night and while we were talking, he said he met one Indonesian guy who survived tsunami. He is currently in a Malaysian college, with full scholarship. According to him, the guy saw a huge mountain of black water rushing in and even when he tried to run as fast as he could, he was trapped, the water sucked him under, and when he managed to pull himself out, he clung to a floating tree trunk and passed out. When he woke up, he saw himself surrounded by a sea of dead bodies. He managed to sustain himself by consuming whatever edible items like milo or magi mee that floated his way until he was found. He still has no idea what happened to his family.
And event two, as most of you guys know, I am really looking forward to the forthcoming convo ceremony and meeting up with my friends.
And event three would be, I took time off yesterday so I was wondering if the clerk to whom I submitted my form to had actually passed it to the Personnel department.
And here’s the nightmare I had last night.
Sham, ammu and I were supposed to bunk in the hostel for the convo ceremony. The hostel room was located in the fourth floor in MMU, so we struggled with our belongings, climbing the stairs all the way to the fourth floor and when we reached there, to my horror, I saw small dead bodies covered in while cloth on the door of every single room.
Sham and ammu were nonchalantly talking, and ammu even opened the door to the room, stepped over the small white corpse and went inside while I stared in disbelief outside, not knowing whether to scream or cry. Sham meanwhile was urging me to get inside and put my stuff away so we can go down and meet the rest of the gang. Incredulously, I went down to the hostel office and inquired about the corpses. They gave me a simple shocking reply. Those were the corpses of small schoolchildren in a school nearby, who died during the tsunami. According to them, the corpses were on each floor and they had managed to clean the first three floors while the fourth will be cleaned the next day.
I walked back to my room in a dazed state, passing by other rooms, wide open with girls sleeping inside and small corpses lining the door. I went back to my room and to my disbelief, my shaking hands actually picked up the small corpse at my room entrance, and ,I was walking around, trying to find a proper burial place, shivering in fear, repulsion, and sadness.
I reached my old secondary school, (I have no idea how the story went from Cyber to Kedah in a split of a second) and was begging the kids to help me with the dead child but everyone was just curious to lift the cloth and look at the body rather than to help me.
Then out of a sudden, I was with the clerk at my office, riding in her car, into a deep bush, trying to find a place for burial. Out of a sudden, the whole place started flooding, so the clerk tried driving through the water and we got stuck inside while the water level was rising and we were struggling to breathe. I turned to my side and saw another car, with a couple inside, also struggling to breathe, with terror etched into every corner of their faces.
I knew I was about to die when the water began rising, almost sinking the car.Suddenly a group of African guys from MMU broke open the door and pulled us both to safety.
That’s when my alarm rang at 6 and I woke up.
Freaky. I really hope it doesnt mean a thing.
posted by BluePixie @ 11:15 AM
Monday, July 25, 2005
Ale ale...that's the song im listening to right now =)
I felt really weak today, took time off at 2.30 pm, skipped my interview and went home, slept like a log until 6.40 pm.
Despite the rest, i still feel weak. The months of stress is finally taking its toll. i was wondering too, why i had not fallen sick all these while, even when i had to face real difficult situations at work. Looks like my immune system is not bad so bad after all.
Hope i get well by tommorrow. Would probably have to stay back tomorrow to finish all the work i was supposed to complete today. i hate working overtime, i hate working during the weekends, i hate being so stressed out and i'm not even a tad bit proud of it.
Despite the rest, i still feel weak. The months of stress is finally taking its toll. i was wondering too, why i had not fallen sick all these while, even when i had to face real difficult situations at work. Looks like my immune system is not bad so bad after all.
Hope i get well by tommorrow. Would probably have to stay back tomorrow to finish all the work i was supposed to complete today. i hate working overtime, i hate working during the weekends, i hate being so stressed out and i'm not even a tad bit proud of it.
posted by BluePixie @ 8:53 PM
NEP, Kris and Hang Tuah
With the UMNO General Assembly coming to an end, a very strong statement has been made. Non-Malays are and will be treated as second-class citizens and the government has its fullest concentration on the development of Malays. And as for Indians, vying for even a third class citizen would be a struggling effort.
Revival of NEP has hit out as an even stronger message across the country. As a non-Malay, I look at all these with anger, disbelief, fear and sadness. The people who spoke at the assembly are the very same people who clamor about racial unity, the same people who were against the apartheid in Africa, the same people who hit out at SJK (C) and SJK (T), claiming it would hinder racial unity and these are the very same goons who suppress the non-Malays in the name of advancement.
Let me get this straight. I’m not against the reviving of the living standard of Malays. But do it without trampling on the rights of other races. Malays lament about allocation of seats at the higher education. There are enough quotas for Malays in Universities, that which is sometimes given to non-deserving students. Scholarships given to rich students, enabling them to afford BMWs while studying while the non-Malays struggle to make ends meet, fork out their life saving to send their children for a good tertiary education. Unable to tolerate the advancement, the very foreign universities or institutes these children go to are un-recognized, leaving the non-Malay students in a very difficult situation and the parents in huge financial debts.
Even as it is, as I quote from another comment, the people who benefit the most from all these discriminations are the UMNOputras. How else can you explain the harsh difference of the living standard between the poor Malays in kampongs and datuks and tan sris and tuns who have a jolly good time in the city? How else would a Malay family in a remote area survive on snails while the datuks enjoy French and Italian cuisines? The rich Malays are getting richer with all those share allocations, AP, govt. contracts and etc. But that wealth failed to trickle down to the ordinary Malay folk who live in the Kampongs.
I quote:-We have already now the Glocal Malays – mainly the products of inter racial marriages. Can the UMNO, MCA or MIC youths mixed to produce the BN youths to form the Glocal Malaysians? No way, this cannot happen, as the Malays would not allow their race or religion to be compromised in the process. This inward looking is their greatest setback and they dare to call it the NNA - a NATIONAL agenda for the Malays. It should be NMA!
As for Hisham’s act of waving the Keris, I quote:-You draw a sword against an enemy? You thrust a sword to warn off an enemy. You never need to draw a sword out among friends and family.
The UMNO General Assembly was family. So the sword that that spoilt brat Hishamuddin Onn drew was for someone outside the Assembly. Who was that enemy?
Read through all the speaches and you will see who the enemy is. No...its not Israel or the Jews. No, its not the USA or George Bush. And no its not even England or Tony Blair. Neither is it Indonesia, Singapore, China or India or Thailand. And no its not even drawn in the launch of a Jihad.
The speaches say it all. The enemy is the enemy within. The enemy are all the non-Malays living in this country. The Malaysian Chinese and Indians and others. They are the enemies and the sword was drawn against them.
Why? Is that the Malay mentality? Cannot a bunch of Malays meet without the presence of an enemy or a perceived enemy at their midst? Cannot these Malay leaders understand that you do not need to have an enemy in order that you lead a people? Leading a people does not have to mean that the people need to have an enemy among their fellow men. Only "leaders" who have hijacked themselves to that role by holding others to ransom or by stealth and deceit need the presence of the "fear of the perceived enemy" to justify their continued leadership of that bunch of people.
It is sad indeed that the Malays cannot find from amongst them a leader who can lead them at a time of peace and in a time when they do not have enemies. It would seem that even when it is not necessary and even when the enemy is not there, the Malay leader needs to instill the fear of the enemy to get his 2 minutes of standing ovation and applause from his flock.
The "enemy" who is not really an enemy because they consider the Malays to be friends and fellow country men is bewildered. Tired! Patient! Laughing! Fearful! Fed up! Amused! Sorry!
Yes, sorry for the flock who so easily suck up to their leaders' rhetoric and rather live in fear and to let fear guide their every actions and beliefs. Fed-up of the leaders, because the leaders are devoid of any qualities that cuts them into a leadership role without first having in front of them a non-existent enemy!
-end quote-
There was even a debate on Hang Tuah. As I gawked at the absurdity, i could only shake my head in disbelieve. Hang tuah is dead. Leave him alone.
As for the Kris drama,look around Hisham. Your enemy may just be by your side.
Proud to call myself a Malaysian? Give me 10 good reasons why should i?
Revival of NEP has hit out as an even stronger message across the country. As a non-Malay, I look at all these with anger, disbelief, fear and sadness. The people who spoke at the assembly are the very same people who clamor about racial unity, the same people who were against the apartheid in Africa, the same people who hit out at SJK (C) and SJK (T), claiming it would hinder racial unity and these are the very same goons who suppress the non-Malays in the name of advancement.
Let me get this straight. I’m not against the reviving of the living standard of Malays. But do it without trampling on the rights of other races. Malays lament about allocation of seats at the higher education. There are enough quotas for Malays in Universities, that which is sometimes given to non-deserving students. Scholarships given to rich students, enabling them to afford BMWs while studying while the non-Malays struggle to make ends meet, fork out their life saving to send their children for a good tertiary education. Unable to tolerate the advancement, the very foreign universities or institutes these children go to are un-recognized, leaving the non-Malay students in a very difficult situation and the parents in huge financial debts.
Even as it is, as I quote from another comment, the people who benefit the most from all these discriminations are the UMNOputras. How else can you explain the harsh difference of the living standard between the poor Malays in kampongs and datuks and tan sris and tuns who have a jolly good time in the city? How else would a Malay family in a remote area survive on snails while the datuks enjoy French and Italian cuisines? The rich Malays are getting richer with all those share allocations, AP, govt. contracts and etc. But that wealth failed to trickle down to the ordinary Malay folk who live in the Kampongs.
I quote:-We have already now the Glocal Malays – mainly the products of inter racial marriages. Can the UMNO, MCA or MIC youths mixed to produce the BN youths to form the Glocal Malaysians? No way, this cannot happen, as the Malays would not allow their race or religion to be compromised in the process. This inward looking is their greatest setback and they dare to call it the NNA - a NATIONAL agenda for the Malays. It should be NMA!
As for Hisham’s act of waving the Keris, I quote:-You draw a sword against an enemy? You thrust a sword to warn off an enemy. You never need to draw a sword out among friends and family.
The UMNO General Assembly was family. So the sword that that spoilt brat Hishamuddin Onn drew was for someone outside the Assembly. Who was that enemy?
Read through all the speaches and you will see who the enemy is. No...its not Israel or the Jews. No, its not the USA or George Bush. And no its not even England or Tony Blair. Neither is it Indonesia, Singapore, China or India or Thailand. And no its not even drawn in the launch of a Jihad.
The speaches say it all. The enemy is the enemy within. The enemy are all the non-Malays living in this country. The Malaysian Chinese and Indians and others. They are the enemies and the sword was drawn against them.
Why? Is that the Malay mentality? Cannot a bunch of Malays meet without the presence of an enemy or a perceived enemy at their midst? Cannot these Malay leaders understand that you do not need to have an enemy in order that you lead a people? Leading a people does not have to mean that the people need to have an enemy among their fellow men. Only "leaders" who have hijacked themselves to that role by holding others to ransom or by stealth and deceit need the presence of the "fear of the perceived enemy" to justify their continued leadership of that bunch of people.
It is sad indeed that the Malays cannot find from amongst them a leader who can lead them at a time of peace and in a time when they do not have enemies. It would seem that even when it is not necessary and even when the enemy is not there, the Malay leader needs to instill the fear of the enemy to get his 2 minutes of standing ovation and applause from his flock.
The "enemy" who is not really an enemy because they consider the Malays to be friends and fellow country men is bewildered. Tired! Patient! Laughing! Fearful! Fed up! Amused! Sorry!
Yes, sorry for the flock who so easily suck up to their leaders' rhetoric and rather live in fear and to let fear guide their every actions and beliefs. Fed-up of the leaders, because the leaders are devoid of any qualities that cuts them into a leadership role without first having in front of them a non-existent enemy!
-end quote-
There was even a debate on Hang Tuah. As I gawked at the absurdity, i could only shake my head in disbelieve. Hang tuah is dead. Leave him alone.
As for the Kris drama,look around Hisham. Your enemy may just be by your side.
Proud to call myself a Malaysian? Give me 10 good reasons why should i?
posted by BluePixie @ 1:07 PM
Saturday, July 23, 2005
uwaaaaaaaaa....
Sigh! I was soooooooo looking forward to the weekend..until..i applied for 4 days leave for the graduation which made my boss upset and she required me to work during the weekend to compensate the time.
And to make things worse, it was raining heavily today and I kept on wishing I could pull back my blanket and get back to sleep. At office now…
Sigh, life is so unfair…=(
And to make things worse, it was raining heavily today and I kept on wishing I could pull back my blanket and get back to sleep. At office now…
Sigh, life is so unfair…=(
posted by BluePixie @ 10:30 AM
Friday, July 22, 2005
Babble ...bla bla bla..Part2
I dropped down at my auntie’s place after work yesterday to see my three small cousins. The youngest, 10 months old seem to have grown and getting cuter each time I see her. Last I saw her was about a month ago, now she’s steadily walking a few steps and her two front teeth are already peeking out at the world and she is already starting to communicate, talking back in some baby language whenever she is spoke to. One look at her and all my stress just melt away.
The middle girl, S, 6 years old was away. Apparently, my auntie’s friend’s son, aged 7, refused to go to tuition unless S followed him, so she had to follow him to the tuition, wait outside reading story books while he finished his tuition. Adui..Romantiknya..
It’s Friday today and I just can’t wait to usher in the weekend. Wanted to drop by the Amman temple in BM but it was crowded so decided against it. I dun really like praying in a crowded temple.
Office is extremely quiet today with just 10 people around. Others are in a meeting, on leave or in another plant. I love it when it’s quiet. Usually it will be like a ‘pasar malam’, only better. There’s a developer from China currently at my office. He is leaving this month back to China as his contract ends soon. He’s kind of cute.
The Indian guy who used to advice me not to go out with boyfriend, to wait until marriage before going dating and even said he never goes out with his gf, actually went off to Sibu for one-week vacation with his girl. What a hypocrite..
Work is getting irritating. The users just can’t seem to make up their mind. The requirement they made today will be rejected tomorrow and we have to redo it again. And every time the database changes, I have to redo my codes and queries and my view scripts. It’s just a simple waste of time but I have no rights to complain..users are always right, that’s the policy. Shit…I hate working at software development site, especially when the system goes parallel run. There’s another four more months before I finish my 1-year contract. I guess I’ll just stick around until then and get my bonus. I’m still waiting for something. If I get it, I’ll bolt right away.
I just can’t wait for the weekend. Nothing planned anyway. Just the sheer bliss of being away from work. And I can’t wait for 3rd of august. Only a few days more before the great trip to cyber and melaka for the graduation ceremony..
I just can’t wait!
The Japanese manager is away, in Japan for one week. I just can’t stop wagging my ‘tail’ like a monkey escaped from the zoo..wooohooo! Nyet nyet nyet :(|)
The middle girl, S, 6 years old was away. Apparently, my auntie’s friend’s son, aged 7, refused to go to tuition unless S followed him, so she had to follow him to the tuition, wait outside reading story books while he finished his tuition. Adui..Romantiknya..
It’s Friday today and I just can’t wait to usher in the weekend. Wanted to drop by the Amman temple in BM but it was crowded so decided against it. I dun really like praying in a crowded temple.
Office is extremely quiet today with just 10 people around. Others are in a meeting, on leave or in another plant. I love it when it’s quiet. Usually it will be like a ‘pasar malam’, only better. There’s a developer from China currently at my office. He is leaving this month back to China as his contract ends soon. He’s kind of cute.
The Indian guy who used to advice me not to go out with boyfriend, to wait until marriage before going dating and even said he never goes out with his gf, actually went off to Sibu for one-week vacation with his girl. What a hypocrite..
Work is getting irritating. The users just can’t seem to make up their mind. The requirement they made today will be rejected tomorrow and we have to redo it again. And every time the database changes, I have to redo my codes and queries and my view scripts. It’s just a simple waste of time but I have no rights to complain..users are always right, that’s the policy. Shit…I hate working at software development site, especially when the system goes parallel run. There’s another four more months before I finish my 1-year contract. I guess I’ll just stick around until then and get my bonus. I’m still waiting for something. If I get it, I’ll bolt right away.
I just can’t wait for the weekend. Nothing planned anyway. Just the sheer bliss of being away from work. And I can’t wait for 3rd of august. Only a few days more before the great trip to cyber and melaka for the graduation ceremony..
I just can’t wait!
The Japanese manager is away, in Japan for one week. I just can’t stop wagging my ‘tail’ like a monkey escaped from the zoo..wooohooo! Nyet nyet nyet :(|)
posted by BluePixie @ 9:44 AM
Thursday, July 21, 2005
AP Kings
I don't understand why all the hype about APs..we have been enjoying resonably priced imported cars all these while..all thanks to the AP Kings. Now with the AP system made public, prices of the cars will definately be hiked up to unbeleivable prices.
Mahathir brought up this issue to save his beloved,almost crumbling company, Proton. And the public seem to be shouting along with him, not realising the true agenda behind it.
Now with this outcry, average earners can kiss goodbye to imported cars and say hello to Proton. With the likes of Proton Savvy and Gen 2, deemed worst cars of the year, i'm pretty sure all of us will have a good ride home.
Rafidah maybe crying now, but she's probably crying at our stupidity. In 1 months time, when all the imported cars are no longer available and we are stuck with proton, let's see who will be crying next..
The government seem to be serving everything Mahathir wishes in a golden platter..until it makes me wonder, who is actually ruling the country? Pak Lah the puppet? Mahathir, puppet show master?
Go figure.
Mahathir brought up this issue to save his beloved,almost crumbling company, Proton. And the public seem to be shouting along with him, not realising the true agenda behind it.
Now with this outcry, average earners can kiss goodbye to imported cars and say hello to Proton. With the likes of Proton Savvy and Gen 2, deemed worst cars of the year, i'm pretty sure all of us will have a good ride home.
Rafidah maybe crying now, but she's probably crying at our stupidity. In 1 months time, when all the imported cars are no longer available and we are stuck with proton, let's see who will be crying next..
The government seem to be serving everything Mahathir wishes in a golden platter..until it makes me wonder, who is actually ruling the country? Pak Lah the puppet? Mahathir, puppet show master?
Go figure.
posted by BluePixie @ 2:05 PM
Babble..bla bla bla..
I had this huge craving for meat yesterday so I dropped down to Taman Inderawasih’s KFC after work for a meaty meal. It turned out, I was the only customer there and I ordered a takeout. The service was too good to be true, the guy practically smiling, offering me a drink, asking me to take a seat. Seriously, that was the first time I received such treatment from KFC. Usually it would be, Yes Miss? Orders taken. Orders repeated. Food packed. Amount mentioned. Payment. Done. The weird thing about these waiters is the fact that most of the time; I don’t understand what they are saying. It sounds perfectly like it has been memorized and recited too many times until it becomes incomprehensible. Sometimes I have to guess and nod at what they say. Probably if I had to repeat the same line to at least 100 customers per day for 7 days a week, I would do the same too. Anyway, I had a hearty meal accompanied by Thousand Island dressing sauce. Yum! Craving fulfilled.
Spent the evening watching Thiruvilayadal. It’s an old, colored film, acted by Sivaji.It was a truly remarkable movie, I loved each songs, especially the “patum nane’ and ‘palani appa’. I’m not good at giving out a review but here’s how the story goes. It’s the well known story of how Lord Muruga get angry when the ‘Nyanapalam’, a special fruit is given to his brother, Lord Ganesha, and walks off to a Mountain, now named Palani. Then his mother, Goddess Parvathi will try to coax him to return to heaven, convincing him that the decision was right, by telling him stories about his father, Lord Shiva. That would be followed by three short stories about Lord Shiva acted by Sivaji. It was worth every second of my time. Now I change my mind. Vikram comes second to Sivaji.
Today while driving to work, I saw at old battered maroon car parked at a shop near Permatang Pauh. What attracted my attention was, the car had a buffalo’s head,completed with two huge horns at the bonnet, and another set of horns at the top of the car. It really looked like a car from hell. Too bad I don’t have a camera phone, or I would have definitely snapped a photo. It looked scary though. I wouldn’t want a ride in it for sure.
Just saw a forward on post mortem, courtesy of Ms Uma, complete with the pictures. Now my stomach feels squishy. Shouldn’t have seen it. Gross.
Having a huge headache now. Damn. Should have slept early.
Spent the evening watching Thiruvilayadal. It’s an old, colored film, acted by Sivaji.It was a truly remarkable movie, I loved each songs, especially the “patum nane’ and ‘palani appa’. I’m not good at giving out a review but here’s how the story goes. It’s the well known story of how Lord Muruga get angry when the ‘Nyanapalam’, a special fruit is given to his brother, Lord Ganesha, and walks off to a Mountain, now named Palani. Then his mother, Goddess Parvathi will try to coax him to return to heaven, convincing him that the decision was right, by telling him stories about his father, Lord Shiva. That would be followed by three short stories about Lord Shiva acted by Sivaji. It was worth every second of my time. Now I change my mind. Vikram comes second to Sivaji.
Today while driving to work, I saw at old battered maroon car parked at a shop near Permatang Pauh. What attracted my attention was, the car had a buffalo’s head,completed with two huge horns at the bonnet, and another set of horns at the top of the car. It really looked like a car from hell. Too bad I don’t have a camera phone, or I would have definitely snapped a photo. It looked scary though. I wouldn’t want a ride in it for sure.
Just saw a forward on post mortem, courtesy of Ms Uma, complete with the pictures. Now my stomach feels squishy. Shouldn’t have seen it. Gross.
Having a huge headache now. Damn. Should have slept early.
posted by BluePixie @ 11:42 AM
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
ALIEN ATTACK:PART 4
Greetings Earthlings,
It’s me Zorg again. It suddenly occurred to me that you might be thinking that my host has some kind of schizophrenia problem that she is already hallucinating about things that does not exist. No, she is not stuck with schizophrenia.
I’m Zorg and I exist.
My host has started to thinking about another haircut, one shorter than the one she is sporting now. I just don’t understand women, Zqgarkonian women included. Can’t they understand that men just love long hair and we hate it when they cut it short? (eyes rolling)
Back in Zqgarkonia, we worship women with long hair. In fact, there is this girl next door who has such long hair, she never cut it since birth and it is tied as a huge mountain on top of her head, the tip of the huge bun touching the nearest planet to Zqgarkonia, Fqgarfonia.
You might wonder, how can the ‘mountain’ touch the next planet when the whole of Zqgarkonia is surrounded by a huge metal sphere. Well, we had no choice but to drill a hole in the metal shield to let the ‘bun’ go through. It’s against the law to ask any women to cut her hair in Zqgarkonia. Well, since there is only one hole in the metal, (we cant drill more or the metal will be a useless shield) the lady practically sits at one place for the whole day and night. Now she’s expanding, horizontally but who cares. I think she’s hot.
As for my hair, as u can see, I went for the skinhead style. No hairs. No frills. I’m a hip and happening Zqgarkonian. Yo..Yo..Let’s do the yo yo..
That’s all for today. Just dropped by for a short post. There are tonnes of research still waiting to be done for my secret mission. Till then folks. This is Zorg signing off.
It’s me Zorg again. It suddenly occurred to me that you might be thinking that my host has some kind of schizophrenia problem that she is already hallucinating about things that does not exist. No, she is not stuck with schizophrenia.
I’m Zorg and I exist.
My host has started to thinking about another haircut, one shorter than the one she is sporting now. I just don’t understand women, Zqgarkonian women included. Can’t they understand that men just love long hair and we hate it when they cut it short? (eyes rolling)
Back in Zqgarkonia, we worship women with long hair. In fact, there is this girl next door who has such long hair, she never cut it since birth and it is tied as a huge mountain on top of her head, the tip of the huge bun touching the nearest planet to Zqgarkonia, Fqgarfonia.
You might wonder, how can the ‘mountain’ touch the next planet when the whole of Zqgarkonia is surrounded by a huge metal sphere. Well, we had no choice but to drill a hole in the metal shield to let the ‘bun’ go through. It’s against the law to ask any women to cut her hair in Zqgarkonia. Well, since there is only one hole in the metal, (we cant drill more or the metal will be a useless shield) the lady practically sits at one place for the whole day and night. Now she’s expanding, horizontally but who cares. I think she’s hot.
As for my hair, as u can see, I went for the skinhead style. No hairs. No frills. I’m a hip and happening Zqgarkonian. Yo..Yo..Let’s do the yo yo..
That’s all for today. Just dropped by for a short post. There are tonnes of research still waiting to be done for my secret mission. Till then folks. This is Zorg signing off.
posted by BluePixie @ 3:02 PM
Trainee Blues
On other note, the trainee placed under my care seems to be improving. She was extremely annoying, whinny and spoilt, fidgety and always seems to have some nervous breakdown at all times for the most simplistic things like a sneeze of my department manager. I’m not kidding. She even mailed me saying it’s scary when he sneezes, right when I was busy doing my never-ending work. You have no idea how pissed I was that time.
My boss even spoke to me about her, requesting me to keep one eye on the girl, be like her big sister. There was one thing I really appreciated about my boss. She said, ‘even if J does not learn any technical stuff when she completes her training, I just want her to at least have some confidence in herself and be able to stand on her own.’ Respect. Have you heard any boss say that?
I’m not writing this to make fun of her, but here’s one girl who really needs help. She emails me 5 times a day, asking if my boss would be angry if she asks her something, or if she can approach my boss on that particular day and something similar, to which all my replies would be the same, you have to decide for yourself, I can’t decide for you.
Or, there will be emails saying a group of people are near her cubicle, and she has this strange feeling that they are talking about her. Or when the 3 top bosses are having a meeting, according to her, every time she walks by, they all seem to turn and see her from the meeting room, and then talk about her. Or there will be emails like yesterday, when my boss was supposed to talk to her regarding some matter, and before that she was busy talking to the manager..and this trainee mailed me 5 times, saying she was going to have a mental breakdown, just waiting for my boss to talk to her. I usually ignore these mails.
She’s also at times, rude and ignorant but seems to be improving, given all the sarcastic remarks that I say every time she asks a silly question. There was even a time when I just told her straight, ask me any work related question and I will help you but not other ridiculous matters.
There are times when my boss compliments her, saying her nervous level seems to have subsided and she will come, breath heaving up and down in excitement, and thanking me profusely for helping her, calling me an angel, darling and sweetie pie and wanting to buy cake and gift for my birthday. Yuck. With the exception of my boyfriend, I hate people calling me with all the sugary words. Calling me the devil makes me prouder.
I could go on and on but that would only make my blood boil even more with annoyance. Sufficient to say, this is the way I keep my distance. Every technical problem, I help her as much as I can. I try to build her confidence with lengthy advices whenever she needs it or direct to the face remarks if she behaves like a 5 year old. And as for her imaginations, I usually ignore it.
Sometimes I feel bad for treating her that way but I’m human too and there is only a certain level of irritation that I could tolerate. I just hope her four months stay here would be a good lesson to improve herself and to stop being spoilt silly.
My boss even spoke to me about her, requesting me to keep one eye on the girl, be like her big sister. There was one thing I really appreciated about my boss. She said, ‘even if J does not learn any technical stuff when she completes her training, I just want her to at least have some confidence in herself and be able to stand on her own.’ Respect. Have you heard any boss say that?
I’m not writing this to make fun of her, but here’s one girl who really needs help. She emails me 5 times a day, asking if my boss would be angry if she asks her something, or if she can approach my boss on that particular day and something similar, to which all my replies would be the same, you have to decide for yourself, I can’t decide for you.
Or, there will be emails saying a group of people are near her cubicle, and she has this strange feeling that they are talking about her. Or when the 3 top bosses are having a meeting, according to her, every time she walks by, they all seem to turn and see her from the meeting room, and then talk about her. Or there will be emails like yesterday, when my boss was supposed to talk to her regarding some matter, and before that she was busy talking to the manager..and this trainee mailed me 5 times, saying she was going to have a mental breakdown, just waiting for my boss to talk to her. I usually ignore these mails.
She’s also at times, rude and ignorant but seems to be improving, given all the sarcastic remarks that I say every time she asks a silly question. There was even a time when I just told her straight, ask me any work related question and I will help you but not other ridiculous matters.
There are times when my boss compliments her, saying her nervous level seems to have subsided and she will come, breath heaving up and down in excitement, and thanking me profusely for helping her, calling me an angel, darling and sweetie pie and wanting to buy cake and gift for my birthday. Yuck. With the exception of my boyfriend, I hate people calling me with all the sugary words. Calling me the devil makes me prouder.
I could go on and on but that would only make my blood boil even more with annoyance. Sufficient to say, this is the way I keep my distance. Every technical problem, I help her as much as I can. I try to build her confidence with lengthy advices whenever she needs it or direct to the face remarks if she behaves like a 5 year old. And as for her imaginations, I usually ignore it.
Sometimes I feel bad for treating her that way but I’m human too and there is only a certain level of irritation that I could tolerate. I just hope her four months stay here would be a good lesson to improve herself and to stop being spoilt silly.
posted by BluePixie @ 10:19 AM
Fat hope. Slim chance.
Right now, I’m just hoping for something so much, it almost breaks my heart knowing for a fact that there is 99% chance that I might never get it.
It’s even harder to be optimistic; to take it easy, and to keep telling myself that if I don’t get it, it means something else has been planned for me and it’s for the best.
Every other plan has been put on standstill as I’m still hoping for the slim slipping chance that somehow Lady Luck would be smiling and give me what I long for.
Life seems to be unfair. Stuck with something that I don’t really fancy and hoping for a slim chance at something that I really want.
Sometimes I feel selfish and stupid. It’s as if I am not appreciating what I already have. I should count my blessings but it doesn’t help when I wake up in the morning with no enthusiasm, nothing to look forward to. I want to go back, but I can’t find my way. I am lost and the only path to escape seems to be blocked. The others, blunt dead ends.
It’s even harder to be optimistic; to take it easy, and to keep telling myself that if I don’t get it, it means something else has been planned for me and it’s for the best.
Every other plan has been put on standstill as I’m still hoping for the slim slipping chance that somehow Lady Luck would be smiling and give me what I long for.
Life seems to be unfair. Stuck with something that I don’t really fancy and hoping for a slim chance at something that I really want.
Sometimes I feel selfish and stupid. It’s as if I am not appreciating what I already have. I should count my blessings but it doesn’t help when I wake up in the morning with no enthusiasm, nothing to look forward to. I want to go back, but I can’t find my way. I am lost and the only path to escape seems to be blocked. The others, blunt dead ends.
posted by BluePixie @ 10:18 AM
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
ALIEN ATTACK:PART 3
Greetings earthlings,
You must be wondering how the post-worst car of the year is posted in the blog. That was the time when i left my host to do some research on my own. You get the idea.
When I woke up today, I could sense that my host was a tad bit depressed. Something seems to be bugging her but it was clearly fascinating the way she kept telling herself when things doesn't go your way, it means God has some other better plans for you.
Then when she reached her workplace, she indulged herself in reading blogs, frustrated that most of the blogs were not updated, she ventured into the archive section of a blog named Expression Anonymous 2: The Reincarnation, and read the archives of June & July 2002.
I have strong reasons to believe that the blogger, Sara's past is strongly connected to my host's past for her eyes started becoming moist after she read the entries for the two months. Curious, i latched into her mind and a melodrama of her four years of education in MMU unfolded. Around that time, she got an sms from her brother saying bye as he was leaving back to his campus after a 7-week holiday. I could sense some sort of sadness. I guess she must be missing her brother too.
In some ways, after seeing her past in her mind, i started missing my education life and my friends back in Zqgarkonia. We have our own education program, which I shall explain shortly.
As i was saying earlier, Zqgarkonia is a planet in the Cokeway. It is fiercely guarded with a high-tech metal shield, impenetrable even by the strongest atomic bomb on earth, and solid enough to withstand the constant attack from other planets. Yes, even Zqgarkonia does not escape the constant greed for power that seems to drive the leaders of other planets to attack each other.
We are almost silver in color, with large dark holes as eyes, typical just the way u have seen in most alien movie. If you have a hard time imagining, just look at the picture on the right hand side of this blog. That is a picture of me, taken after my graduation from Zqgarkonia Zniversity. That's where we pursue our education. We have feelings but we don't breathe. If we did, we would have been dead by now. There's no oxygen in Zqgarkonia. Only plain mercury gas. There is no death in my planet. That means we live forever but after the age of 50, which is 100 on earth, we turn into little furry creatures, kept as pet by the younger Zqgarkonians. If you ask me, I prefer death.
To describe the development of my planet, sufficient to say New York City is just like another remote village in my planet. We are fifty thousand steps ahead of Earth. It's hard or shall I say, impossible for you to catch up.
Our education system consists of an assembler, and an installer. Required information is loaded into our brains and we are released into a confined area, in my case, Zqgarkonia Zniversity for 3 years. Our development is noted and if we fulfill the required criteria, we are released. Otherwise, we are sent to the assembler, where the brain will be reformatted and additional features will be added to help the particular Zqgarkonian. There are no dumb people in Zqgarkonia. Only the reformatted and unformatted.
When we are released, our sole purpose would be to guard our planet. We do not fear our lives, only the destruction of our beautiful city.
There are some inter-planet marriages in Zqgarkonia. These marriages are encouraged to promote harmony among the planets. These beings look different, as creatures from each planet are extremely different physically. I will post some pictures of them as soon as i can access the Zqgarkonia network through my brain. Right now, server down.
You must be wondering. If there is no death, and reproduction, wont the planet be overcrowded? Well no. We have imposed a rule whereby, only those with unformatted brains can reproduce, that too only once. Let me assure you there's only 1 unformatted brain in every 200,000 unformatted brain. Besides, after 50, we shrink into tiny creatures, that take up a space no bigger than your thumbprint. And after 100, we turn into even smaller worm like creature, harder to see through your most powerful electron microscope. At 150, we turn into one-celled creatures, but we are alive anyway.
That's enough for today. More from Zqgarkonia tomorrow. Good day folks. This is Zorg signing off.
You must be wondering how the post-worst car of the year is posted in the blog. That was the time when i left my host to do some research on my own. You get the idea.
When I woke up today, I could sense that my host was a tad bit depressed. Something seems to be bugging her but it was clearly fascinating the way she kept telling herself when things doesn't go your way, it means God has some other better plans for you.
Then when she reached her workplace, she indulged herself in reading blogs, frustrated that most of the blogs were not updated, she ventured into the archive section of a blog named Expression Anonymous 2: The Reincarnation, and read the archives of June & July 2002.
I have strong reasons to believe that the blogger, Sara's past is strongly connected to my host's past for her eyes started becoming moist after she read the entries for the two months. Curious, i latched into her mind and a melodrama of her four years of education in MMU unfolded. Around that time, she got an sms from her brother saying bye as he was leaving back to his campus after a 7-week holiday. I could sense some sort of sadness. I guess she must be missing her brother too.
In some ways, after seeing her past in her mind, i started missing my education life and my friends back in Zqgarkonia. We have our own education program, which I shall explain shortly.
As i was saying earlier, Zqgarkonia is a planet in the Cokeway. It is fiercely guarded with a high-tech metal shield, impenetrable even by the strongest atomic bomb on earth, and solid enough to withstand the constant attack from other planets. Yes, even Zqgarkonia does not escape the constant greed for power that seems to drive the leaders of other planets to attack each other.
We are almost silver in color, with large dark holes as eyes, typical just the way u have seen in most alien movie. If you have a hard time imagining, just look at the picture on the right hand side of this blog. That is a picture of me, taken after my graduation from Zqgarkonia Zniversity. That's where we pursue our education. We have feelings but we don't breathe. If we did, we would have been dead by now. There's no oxygen in Zqgarkonia. Only plain mercury gas. There is no death in my planet. That means we live forever but after the age of 50, which is 100 on earth, we turn into little furry creatures, kept as pet by the younger Zqgarkonians. If you ask me, I prefer death.
To describe the development of my planet, sufficient to say New York City is just like another remote village in my planet. We are fifty thousand steps ahead of Earth. It's hard or shall I say, impossible for you to catch up.
Our education system consists of an assembler, and an installer. Required information is loaded into our brains and we are released into a confined area, in my case, Zqgarkonia Zniversity for 3 years. Our development is noted and if we fulfill the required criteria, we are released. Otherwise, we are sent to the assembler, where the brain will be reformatted and additional features will be added to help the particular Zqgarkonian. There are no dumb people in Zqgarkonia. Only the reformatted and unformatted.
When we are released, our sole purpose would be to guard our planet. We do not fear our lives, only the destruction of our beautiful city.
There are some inter-planet marriages in Zqgarkonia. These marriages are encouraged to promote harmony among the planets. These beings look different, as creatures from each planet are extremely different physically. I will post some pictures of them as soon as i can access the Zqgarkonia network through my brain. Right now, server down.
You must be wondering. If there is no death, and reproduction, wont the planet be overcrowded? Well no. We have imposed a rule whereby, only those with unformatted brains can reproduce, that too only once. Let me assure you there's only 1 unformatted brain in every 200,000 unformatted brain. Besides, after 50, we shrink into tiny creatures, that take up a space no bigger than your thumbprint. And after 100, we turn into even smaller worm like creature, harder to see through your most powerful electron microscope. At 150, we turn into one-celled creatures, but we are alive anyway.
That's enough for today. More from Zqgarkonia tomorrow. Good day folks. This is Zorg signing off.
posted by BluePixie @ 12:16 PM
Monday, July 18, 2005
ALIEN ATTACK:PART 2
Greetings Earthlings,
It's Monday. My host woke up with the enthusiasm of a garbage collector looking forward to seeing more garbage. There was this weird old fashioned buzzer that kept ringing every 10 minutes but my host only woke up after the 3rd 10 minutes interval. In Zqgarkonia, we just need to set our waking up time in the head. At the selected time, the whole body system gets a shot of extra energy, so no matter how hard we try to get back to bed, the leg will be up and running.
She took such a long time to get ready that i almost fell asleep again but i was rudely jerked awake when she entered a blue thing with wheels, together with her grandfather. The whole vehicle rattled like a huge rattlesnake. And some roads were so bumpy, it reminded me when i was trapped in my spaceship during a meteor storm, only worse.
We sent the grandfather home and my host headed to work. I almost fainted when i saw the thing called computer at her desk. Allow me to explain. Back in my home planet, we are actually the inhabitants and also the walking computers. Our brains are latched into a huge network that connects the whole planet. We do not create softwares. It's created by our thoughts. We just need to specify the requirements, the brain does the processing, and within minutes, the software is created. The eyes act like the screen. When we need to use the software, a huge screen appears as an interface, which only can be seen by the eyes of the creator. The whole internal system is highly guarded. Only selected information, approved by the owner is shared among the network. The rest, including thoughts are firewalled, encrypted with a unique key only the creator understands and guarded by a set of virus. If another brain tries to access confidential information, the virus automatically latches itself into it and deletes all the information in the system. The owner would then be sent for 10 years rehabilitation program, which would be like a prison itself. Welcome to the real world of supercomputers.
As I promised, let me explain about my planet. Zqgarkonia is the 100th planet in a system called the Sqgarlar system. Sqgarlar system is one of the 100,000 quadrillion systems in the Cokeway. Cokeway was recently named after the popular drink on Earth,Coca-Cola, as from far, the galaxy is shaped after the Coke bottle. Earlier, it was called the Zqargoway.Yes, Coke is drunk widely in Zqgarkonia. We don't really rely on food to survive, given our energy shots but we are adventurous people and Coke caught the attention of our taste buds. Cokeway is situated between VanillaShake way and BananaCake way. Don't bother asking why. The whole universe recently went into a frenzy, naming their galaxy after an edible item. Even the utmost ridiculous names like the MaggiMee way and SambalBelacan way were not spared.
As I'm writing this, my host keeps yawning, sending in a rush of air that keeps knocking me out of balance. I shall continue my narration when the situation permits. Have a nice day folks. This is Zorg, signing off.
It's Monday. My host woke up with the enthusiasm of a garbage collector looking forward to seeing more garbage. There was this weird old fashioned buzzer that kept ringing every 10 minutes but my host only woke up after the 3rd 10 minutes interval. In Zqgarkonia, we just need to set our waking up time in the head. At the selected time, the whole body system gets a shot of extra energy, so no matter how hard we try to get back to bed, the leg will be up and running.
She took such a long time to get ready that i almost fell asleep again but i was rudely jerked awake when she entered a blue thing with wheels, together with her grandfather. The whole vehicle rattled like a huge rattlesnake. And some roads were so bumpy, it reminded me when i was trapped in my spaceship during a meteor storm, only worse.
We sent the grandfather home and my host headed to work. I almost fainted when i saw the thing called computer at her desk. Allow me to explain. Back in my home planet, we are actually the inhabitants and also the walking computers. Our brains are latched into a huge network that connects the whole planet. We do not create softwares. It's created by our thoughts. We just need to specify the requirements, the brain does the processing, and within minutes, the software is created. The eyes act like the screen. When we need to use the software, a huge screen appears as an interface, which only can be seen by the eyes of the creator. The whole internal system is highly guarded. Only selected information, approved by the owner is shared among the network. The rest, including thoughts are firewalled, encrypted with a unique key only the creator understands and guarded by a set of virus. If another brain tries to access confidential information, the virus automatically latches itself into it and deletes all the information in the system. The owner would then be sent for 10 years rehabilitation program, which would be like a prison itself. Welcome to the real world of supercomputers.
As I promised, let me explain about my planet. Zqgarkonia is the 100th planet in a system called the Sqgarlar system. Sqgarlar system is one of the 100,000 quadrillion systems in the Cokeway. Cokeway was recently named after the popular drink on Earth,Coca-Cola, as from far, the galaxy is shaped after the Coke bottle. Earlier, it was called the Zqargoway.Yes, Coke is drunk widely in Zqgarkonia. We don't really rely on food to survive, given our energy shots but we are adventurous people and Coke caught the attention of our taste buds. Cokeway is situated between VanillaShake way and BananaCake way. Don't bother asking why. The whole universe recently went into a frenzy, naming their galaxy after an edible item. Even the utmost ridiculous names like the MaggiMee way and SambalBelacan way were not spared.
As I'm writing this, my host keeps yawning, sending in a rush of air that keeps knocking me out of balance. I shall continue my narration when the situation permits. Have a nice day folks. This is Zorg, signing off.
posted by BluePixie @ 11:05 AM
Sunday, July 17, 2005
ALIEN ATTACK:PART 1
Greetings earthlings,
It's the second day of my trip to earth. How's earth? Can't say. The sun kills my appetite and enthusiasm most of the time. I have zero melanin, it burns my skin, which is only 1 micro centimeter thick, and all the energy absorption from my body is killing me. But I shall persevere. The importance of my research is worth more that my sufferings here.
I know what must be playing in your mind now. If the blogress is my host, how would I feel my surroundings. Well, the host is just a camouflage, a blind for me to hide behind. Otherwise, I’m perfectly exposed to the open environment and I feel everything around me. I have a mind of my own and I can also see through the separate mind of my host. It runs on its own but with the additional virus I have just attached, it will not be capable of understanding the other mind of mine attached behind it. Confused? Don’t be.
The human brain contains about 50 billion to 200 billion neurons (nobody knows how many for sure), each of which interfaces with 1,000 to 100,000 other neurons through 100 trillion (10 14) to 10 quadrillion (10 16) synaptic junctions. Each synapse possesses a
variable firing threshold which is reduced as the neuron is repeatedly activated. If we assume that the firing threshold at each synapse can assume 256 distinguishable levels, and if we suppose that there are 20,000 shared synapses per neuron (10,000 per neuron), then the total information storage capacity of the synapses in the cortex would be of
the order of 500 to 1,000 terabytes. (Of course, if the brain's storage of information takes place at a molecular level, then one estimate has placed it at about 3.6 X 10 19 bytes.)
Now my brain contains about 100,000,000 quadrillion neurons each of which works in full capacity, thus some things that I mentioned, like the attached mind would not be understandable. Don’t despair. You are programmed that way.
You must be wondering why I choose Malaysia, given the harsh incompatible climate and it being an almost unnoticeable place on the planet Earth. Exactly. The answer is in your question. I have many enemies back in my planet. They are probably looking for me right now, probably in Artic or Antarctica where they think I would most probably be, given my living conditions. Malaysia, with its hot burning climate would be the last place an idiotic Zqgarkonian would ever go. Idiotic as can be, I was agreed to the mission and here I am. There is no turning back.
Besides, even if by any remotest chance I’m spotted somewhere in Malaysia, no one would take the report seriously. There was once when a reported case of alien abduction near Tambunan, Sabah, early last year. That was one of my colleague, working overtime on his project. Don’t worry. I’m on a peace mission, not to capture anyone. Sufficient to say the abducted person has been released with no knowledge of what had actually happened to him. Now you know all alien sightings are mostly true, some made up for reasons which I can’t identify but what the hell, no one takes Malaysian alien sightings seriously, it sounds silly even to me. Thus a wide gap for us to do our ‘dirty’ work.
This is not my maiden trip to earth. The first was four years ago. I brought along my favourite pet, Qiqozorq. It’s a harmless pet, but the moment it set its eyes on a tiger like creature called cat, it went berserk thus I had to shorten my trip and fly home.
~My pet, Qiqozorq. Pic taken on earth, Year 2000
I have written enough for today. Updates on my planet will be continued. I need to concentrate on my primary secret research first. Good day earthlings. This is Zorg signing off.
It's the second day of my trip to earth. How's earth? Can't say. The sun kills my appetite and enthusiasm most of the time. I have zero melanin, it burns my skin, which is only 1 micro centimeter thick, and all the energy absorption from my body is killing me. But I shall persevere. The importance of my research is worth more that my sufferings here.
I know what must be playing in your mind now. If the blogress is my host, how would I feel my surroundings. Well, the host is just a camouflage, a blind for me to hide behind. Otherwise, I’m perfectly exposed to the open environment and I feel everything around me. I have a mind of my own and I can also see through the separate mind of my host. It runs on its own but with the additional virus I have just attached, it will not be capable of understanding the other mind of mine attached behind it. Confused? Don’t be.
The human brain contains about 50 billion to 200 billion neurons (nobody knows how many for sure), each of which interfaces with 1,000 to 100,000 other neurons through 100 trillion (10 14) to 10 quadrillion (10 16) synaptic junctions. Each synapse possesses a
variable firing threshold which is reduced as the neuron is repeatedly activated. If we assume that the firing threshold at each synapse can assume 256 distinguishable levels, and if we suppose that there are 20,000 shared synapses per neuron (10,000 per neuron), then the total information storage capacity of the synapses in the cortex would be of
the order of 500 to 1,000 terabytes. (Of course, if the brain's storage of information takes place at a molecular level, then one estimate has placed it at about 3.6 X 10 19 bytes.)
Now my brain contains about 100,000,000 quadrillion neurons each of which works in full capacity, thus some things that I mentioned, like the attached mind would not be understandable. Don’t despair. You are programmed that way.
You must be wondering why I choose Malaysia, given the harsh incompatible climate and it being an almost unnoticeable place on the planet Earth. Exactly. The answer is in your question. I have many enemies back in my planet. They are probably looking for me right now, probably in Artic or Antarctica where they think I would most probably be, given my living conditions. Malaysia, with its hot burning climate would be the last place an idiotic Zqgarkonian would ever go. Idiotic as can be, I was agreed to the mission and here I am. There is no turning back.
Besides, even if by any remotest chance I’m spotted somewhere in Malaysia, no one would take the report seriously. There was once when a reported case of alien abduction near Tambunan, Sabah, early last year. That was one of my colleague, working overtime on his project. Don’t worry. I’m on a peace mission, not to capture anyone. Sufficient to say the abducted person has been released with no knowledge of what had actually happened to him. Now you know all alien sightings are mostly true, some made up for reasons which I can’t identify but what the hell, no one takes Malaysian alien sightings seriously, it sounds silly even to me. Thus a wide gap for us to do our ‘dirty’ work.
This is not my maiden trip to earth. The first was four years ago. I brought along my favourite pet, Qiqozorq. It’s a harmless pet, but the moment it set its eyes on a tiger like creature called cat, it went berserk thus I had to shorten my trip and fly home.
~My pet, Qiqozorq. Pic taken on earth, Year 2000
I have written enough for today. Updates on my planet will be continued. I need to concentrate on my primary secret research first. Good day earthlings. This is Zorg signing off.
posted by BluePixie @ 3:14 AM
Saturday, July 16, 2005
ALIEN ATTACK:THE BEGINING
Greetings earthlings,
My name is Zorg and I'm from the planet Zqgarkonia.I know, it's hard to pronounce isn't it? It took me some time to finally be able to say it the way it is supposed to be. I bet you are currently trying hard to say it. Forget it, you will never get it right. Human tongues were not made to be twisted that way. Now you must be wondering which galaxy. It's called the Cokeway, way too far from Milky way, and there's a zillion of galaxies after Milkyway, which man has to encounter first before finally coming into Cokeway and then finding Zqgarkonia. Don't worry. When they finally discover my planet, you probably would have other concerns at that time, lying six feet underground.
You must be wondering what i'm doing in this blog. I'm currently on a mission..a secret mission that is, which i would reveal at the end of my trip here. In order for me to be able to mingle around without being detected, i needed a human host and the person who owns the blog just happened to pass by my huge spaceship with eyes and mouth wide open in shock, and i seized the the opportunity to make her my host.
As part of my study, i would do every single routine that my host does, including blogging, which by the way, i find is funny. Oh, don't get me wrong. We, Zqgarkonians blog too, but it's private. My own blog has 5 sets of passwords and i write it in encryption. To explain to you why so much restrictions, i would have to explain about my planet, which i will, shortly.
Before i get to that, let me explain a bit more about the 'alien invasion' here. Along my research for my secret mission, I would have to return to my planet occasionally to update my chief on my progress. At that time, the blog and the person who owns this blog, who calls herself, "The blogress", (what kind of a name is that?) would return to normal and would have no idea of what just happened to her. Well, she would probably check her blog but i would program her mind in such a way that her eyes would never dart to the archives section of the blog.
I'm pretty tired right now. I just ran out of my energy sustaining shots. Zqgarkonian are allergic to the sun. It sucks away all the energy inside us, thus i need my shots. Zqgarkonia has no sun, we can see in the dark.
I know i said i will explain about my planet but that would take an entire day so will do so in my next post. Until then, this is Zorg signing off.
My name is Zorg and I'm from the planet Zqgarkonia.I know, it's hard to pronounce isn't it? It took me some time to finally be able to say it the way it is supposed to be. I bet you are currently trying hard to say it. Forget it, you will never get it right. Human tongues were not made to be twisted that way. Now you must be wondering which galaxy. It's called the Cokeway, way too far from Milky way, and there's a zillion of galaxies after Milkyway, which man has to encounter first before finally coming into Cokeway and then finding Zqgarkonia. Don't worry. When they finally discover my planet, you probably would have other concerns at that time, lying six feet underground.
You must be wondering what i'm doing in this blog. I'm currently on a mission..a secret mission that is, which i would reveal at the end of my trip here. In order for me to be able to mingle around without being detected, i needed a human host and the person who owns the blog just happened to pass by my huge spaceship with eyes and mouth wide open in shock, and i seized the the opportunity to make her my host.
As part of my study, i would do every single routine that my host does, including blogging, which by the way, i find is funny. Oh, don't get me wrong. We, Zqgarkonians blog too, but it's private. My own blog has 5 sets of passwords and i write it in encryption. To explain to you why so much restrictions, i would have to explain about my planet, which i will, shortly.
Before i get to that, let me explain a bit more about the 'alien invasion' here. Along my research for my secret mission, I would have to return to my planet occasionally to update my chief on my progress. At that time, the blog and the person who owns this blog, who calls herself, "The blogress", (what kind of a name is that?) would return to normal and would have no idea of what just happened to her. Well, she would probably check her blog but i would program her mind in such a way that her eyes would never dart to the archives section of the blog.
I'm pretty tired right now. I just ran out of my energy sustaining shots. Zqgarkonian are allergic to the sun. It sucks away all the energy inside us, thus i need my shots. Zqgarkonia has no sun, we can see in the dark.
I know i said i will explain about my planet but that would take an entire day so will do so in my next post. Until then, this is Zorg signing off.
posted by BluePixie @ 2:44 PM
Credit, Car, Condo
It has been a pretty boring week. Loads of work, less sleep, less or somewhat no indulgence in luxury of any sort. Parents had been hinting again that they need the other car im using to work. I perfectly understand their need, having only one car to share between them to go to work, send my siblings to tuition, marketing, temple, it's a harsh juggle.
It's not like i couldnt afford a car but everytime i think of the sacrifices that comes with it, it makes me shudder. If i get a car, i can't simply resign from any work place without another job in hand, i can't simply throw everything and enrol in any course that i want to pursue, i can't do my masters full time, i can't go into a frenzied shopping spree once in a while and i can't buy anything too expensive that i like too much. Sigh! What bothers me the most is being tied to the responsibilty of having a job to pay for the car. I need to think fast.
And if in case, i do resort to finally buying a car, i need to think of what car to buy. All protons are out of the question, with a glimpse of SAVVY, i have lost my remaining faith in the national car industry. Myvi would be next, but i'm not really comfortable sitting in it, the front seat a tad too low for me. Kenari, comfortable, low petrol consumption but no power. I accelerate at 100 km/ per hr at times on normal roads, and i hate hearing the engine struggling to keep up with the acceleration. Been eyeing the Vios and Honda City, and so far almost everyone (except my parents and one of my friends) i have met are against the whole idea. Too expensive, not for a starter, can u afford ah? u sure can pay ah? U sure can keep paying a huge sum for the next nine years ah? sakit lo..! The car's current price is 87,700 for the full specs, not sure abt the other version.
It's not like i want to buy the car to show off. I just love the car, plus i have more faith in a foreign car, comparing my dad's hyundai with the iswara. Benefits of vios/city:- low petrol consumption, no irritating vibrating noises, smooth ride, resell value, comfortable for my height.
Dad suggested chevrolet aveo, priced around 75,000, a cute, eye catching car but the car uses single shaft engine, plus the petrol consumption is 15 cents per km on highway and no resell value. Spark is cool too, but priced at 49,000, i would rather get a kancil.
Well, if you ask me, i would rather get the Audi 1.8 A4, but..at 230,000, i can just dream on for now.
So, it's a fight between Myvi/Kenari/Vios/City/Aveo/some other car which i might eye on later or no car at all+resignation to pursue my studies. Let's see which one wins.
Dad said i'm such a fuss pot when it comes to buying cars. What does he know about my 'pain', he earns more than me.
Oh God..i need more money..
It's not like i couldnt afford a car but everytime i think of the sacrifices that comes with it, it makes me shudder. If i get a car, i can't simply resign from any work place without another job in hand, i can't simply throw everything and enrol in any course that i want to pursue, i can't do my masters full time, i can't go into a frenzied shopping spree once in a while and i can't buy anything too expensive that i like too much. Sigh! What bothers me the most is being tied to the responsibilty of having a job to pay for the car. I need to think fast.
And if in case, i do resort to finally buying a car, i need to think of what car to buy. All protons are out of the question, with a glimpse of SAVVY, i have lost my remaining faith in the national car industry. Myvi would be next, but i'm not really comfortable sitting in it, the front seat a tad too low for me. Kenari, comfortable, low petrol consumption but no power. I accelerate at 100 km/ per hr at times on normal roads, and i hate hearing the engine struggling to keep up with the acceleration. Been eyeing the Vios and Honda City, and so far almost everyone (except my parents and one of my friends) i have met are against the whole idea. Too expensive, not for a starter, can u afford ah? u sure can pay ah? U sure can keep paying a huge sum for the next nine years ah? sakit lo..! The car's current price is 87,700 for the full specs, not sure abt the other version.
It's not like i want to buy the car to show off. I just love the car, plus i have more faith in a foreign car, comparing my dad's hyundai with the iswara. Benefits of vios/city:- low petrol consumption, no irritating vibrating noises, smooth ride, resell value, comfortable for my height.
Dad suggested chevrolet aveo, priced around 75,000, a cute, eye catching car but the car uses single shaft engine, plus the petrol consumption is 15 cents per km on highway and no resell value. Spark is cool too, but priced at 49,000, i would rather get a kancil.
Well, if you ask me, i would rather get the Audi 1.8 A4, but..at 230,000, i can just dream on for now.
So, it's a fight between Myvi/Kenari/Vios/City/Aveo/some other car which i might eye on later or no car at all+resignation to pursue my studies. Let's see which one wins.
Dad said i'm such a fuss pot when it comes to buying cars. What does he know about my 'pain', he earns more than me.
Oh God..i need more money..
posted by BluePixie @ 9:39 AM
Friday, July 15, 2005
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
New Style
I just cut my hair real short. Well, not skin head short..but I can't tie it anyway.
I don't really know what prompted me to cut it in the first place. My hair was unmanageble, too long, too messy, too everything for me, so i just wanted to do something about it plus i wanted a change, same hair style for four years, i am too tired to see the same face in the mirror =). At first i wanted to straighten it, but then didn't have the guts as it comes with a risk-hair loss.
So, i went in to the saloon and asked the guy to cut it short and layer it. I would probably go and highlight it this weekend. i highlighted it in marronish purple two months ago, the colour coming out now, especially under the sun. Ah, the perfect new look. =)
The guy suggested blonde highlights and shook his head at every single subtle colors that i chose, ah..i can just image how horrible i would look. Would probably go for purple or marroon, fits for most Indian girls.
It's probably hair style obession bug catching everyone. It hit my department anyway. First a girl permed her long straight black hair and dyed it brown. Then another straighten her long wavy hair. Yep, just like the ghost in Ju-On =), but it suited her anyway. She is very pretty by the way, and with the new style, she looked like a sweet little japanese doll. Then my boss who has long, perfect permed, dyed hair cut it short, real short followed by another girl who had straight dyed hair, permed it with huge curls..beautiful..
And now me. Like i said, the bug is around. Careful, or you might catch it too.
Anyway, i'm happy with the new style. Easier to maintain and manage. Ah, the simplicity of short hair =P
I don't really know what prompted me to cut it in the first place. My hair was unmanageble, too long, too messy, too everything for me, so i just wanted to do something about it plus i wanted a change, same hair style for four years, i am too tired to see the same face in the mirror =). At first i wanted to straighten it, but then didn't have the guts as it comes with a risk-hair loss.
So, i went in to the saloon and asked the guy to cut it short and layer it. I would probably go and highlight it this weekend. i highlighted it in marronish purple two months ago, the colour coming out now, especially under the sun. Ah, the perfect new look. =)
The guy suggested blonde highlights and shook his head at every single subtle colors that i chose, ah..i can just image how horrible i would look. Would probably go for purple or marroon, fits for most Indian girls.
It's probably hair style obession bug catching everyone. It hit my department anyway. First a girl permed her long straight black hair and dyed it brown. Then another straighten her long wavy hair. Yep, just like the ghost in Ju-On =), but it suited her anyway. She is very pretty by the way, and with the new style, she looked like a sweet little japanese doll. Then my boss who has long, perfect permed, dyed hair cut it short, real short followed by another girl who had straight dyed hair, permed it with huge curls..beautiful..
And now me. Like i said, the bug is around. Careful, or you might catch it too.
Anyway, i'm happy with the new style. Easier to maintain and manage. Ah, the simplicity of short hair =P
posted by BluePixie @ 10:39 AM
Sunday, July 10, 2005
Weekend..
Had a blissful weekend..saturday was spent in Batu Feringgi, first time to stroll along the beach with him. Sheer bliss.
Sunday,movie marathon. 3 movies at one time at home. maayavi, sachin and anniyan..a kiss for my superb first hubby, the talented vikram. i have nothing but praises for the acting lord.
Sunday,movie marathon. 3 movies at one time at home. maayavi, sachin and anniyan..a kiss for my superb first hubby, the talented vikram. i have nothing but praises for the acting lord.
posted by BluePixie @ 10:15 PM
Battle
Whoever has heard
A battle of the soul
With every victory
Defeat dances in glee
The fire of a man
Burns with passion
Turning into desire
Man sets himself ablaze
Hell spits its secrets
The uncontrollable mind of a man
Berserk with temptations
The kingdom of heaven remains
An abode cease to exist
With every death
The gist gone astray
The journey has come to an end
The search for a dark rose
Sinful as creatures of gloom
Man loses himself to the world.
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Written by,
The Blogress
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A battle of the soul
With every victory
Defeat dances in glee
The fire of a man
Burns with passion
Turning into desire
Man sets himself ablaze
Hell spits its secrets
The uncontrollable mind of a man
Berserk with temptations
The kingdom of heaven remains
An abode cease to exist
With every death
The gist gone astray
The journey has come to an end
The search for a dark rose
Sinful as creatures of gloom
Man loses himself to the world.
==============
Written by,
The Blogress
==============
posted by BluePixie @ 10:13 PM
Fishy
I have this habit of popping two cod liver oil capsules everyday.
So on this particular day, I just swallowed one and was about to pop in another when my boss came to desk to inquire about something.
While attending to her, I was holding the capsule in the other hand, under the desk and was squeezing it all the while. (I have this other habit of squeezing and toying with liquid capsules)
It got warmer and less rigid. Then my boss left so I happily took my cup of water to swallow the capsule with my right hand still toying with it..
And POP, it burst and the oil splashed all over my uniform. The putrid smell of rotten fish invaded my nostrils and before the stench starts floating all over the department, I hurried to the ladies to clean my clothes.
I used the hand wash liquid to ‘wash’ my skirt and I hate the smell of the liquid by the way, it has this strange fruity smell yet with a touch of frangipani.
I ended up smelling like a frangipani fruity rotten fish the whole day, with severe throbbing headache.
…And they say aroma therapy is good for you..my foot!
So on this particular day, I just swallowed one and was about to pop in another when my boss came to desk to inquire about something.
While attending to her, I was holding the capsule in the other hand, under the desk and was squeezing it all the while. (I have this other habit of squeezing and toying with liquid capsules)
It got warmer and less rigid. Then my boss left so I happily took my cup of water to swallow the capsule with my right hand still toying with it..
And POP, it burst and the oil splashed all over my uniform. The putrid smell of rotten fish invaded my nostrils and before the stench starts floating all over the department, I hurried to the ladies to clean my clothes.
I used the hand wash liquid to ‘wash’ my skirt and I hate the smell of the liquid by the way, it has this strange fruity smell yet with a touch of frangipani.
I ended up smelling like a frangipani fruity rotten fish the whole day, with severe throbbing headache.
…And they say aroma therapy is good for you..my foot!
posted by BluePixie @ 10:13 PM
The little froggy
Mum told me this story when I was young.
(I'm not gonna tell the whole of it, just a part, see if you have heard it before)
And she puffed and puffed; her body became a little bigger.
Thinking she could become as big as the goat, the little frog puffed even more
She held her breath, sucked in more air, and become a little bigger.
The more she did it, the bigger and more uncomfortable she became.
Inhale, inhale, inhale and suddenly poof, the tiny frog exploded.
Well, I don’t know about you but I sure did learn a lot from this little story.
Now let me go to my little corner and laugh at all the wannabes around the world, elite and non-elite alike.
P/s: Stick to your roots, explore your horizon, change your lifestyle but don’t forget where you came from and don’t behave like you just dropped out of heaven. Each person is truly unique, but hey, chicken and ducks are pretty distinctive too but you don’t see them walking around in pride nor arrogance.
(I'm not gonna tell the whole of it, just a part, see if you have heard it before)
And she puffed and puffed; her body became a little bigger.
Thinking she could become as big as the goat, the little frog puffed even more
She held her breath, sucked in more air, and become a little bigger.
The more she did it, the bigger and more uncomfortable she became.
Inhale, inhale, inhale and suddenly poof, the tiny frog exploded.
Well, I don’t know about you but I sure did learn a lot from this little story.
Now let me go to my little corner and laugh at all the wannabes around the world, elite and non-elite alike.
P/s: Stick to your roots, explore your horizon, change your lifestyle but don’t forget where you came from and don’t behave like you just dropped out of heaven. Each person is truly unique, but hey, chicken and ducks are pretty distinctive too but you don’t see them walking around in pride nor arrogance.
posted by BluePixie @ 10:12 PM
Friday, July 08, 2005
Anonymous?
"So...you're much too lazy to think about one of the most important things ever to humanity, but you'd like us to think about some imaginary scholar so that we may finally realize that, oh, all laymen are oh so humble? I suppose the next thing you're gonna angrily rant about again is that total ignorance is sheer bliss and that everyone of us should heartily pursue it. Then again, the true ignoramuses will happily ignore that...
I can see where you're going at: to form all the wrong thoughts about something is detrimental, yes, but to stop thinking about it altogether, all the more for the wrong reasons, I should think, is the worst."
-Anonymous coward-
The above user has been banned from my site.
I do not like people to hide behind anonymous pseudonyms and post comments in my page. In this case, the user admitted he/she is a coward. And I’m not so dumb not to figure out who the person is/and from which company he/she is from.
This is just a blog. A place where I write what I think is right and I just write it for fun. I’m not out to change the world. This is just my views on issues in the world. Read it if you like and if you don’t, don’t click back here again and save yourself from getting angry/annoyed/agitated all over again with my views. I can’t change the way I think just because you don’t like it.
There is no reason for emotional/angry comments at my site. Blogging is just a past time of mine, which I’m sharing with you. Don’t like it, go away. No one is forcing you to stay.
As for the comment above, ignoramuses and all, since my English is not so hi-fi, for me, the paragraph above is just a bunch of bombastic words that does not really make much sentence.
Sorry, my 1119 English teacher said ‘No Bombastic Words!’ so I remain a true disciple.
Adios!
I can see where you're going at: to form all the wrong thoughts about something is detrimental, yes, but to stop thinking about it altogether, all the more for the wrong reasons, I should think, is the worst."
-Anonymous coward-
The above user has been banned from my site.
I do not like people to hide behind anonymous pseudonyms and post comments in my page. In this case, the user admitted he/she is a coward. And I’m not so dumb not to figure out who the person is/and from which company he/she is from.
This is just a blog. A place where I write what I think is right and I just write it for fun. I’m not out to change the world. This is just my views on issues in the world. Read it if you like and if you don’t, don’t click back here again and save yourself from getting angry/annoyed/agitated all over again with my views. I can’t change the way I think just because you don’t like it.
There is no reason for emotional/angry comments at my site. Blogging is just a past time of mine, which I’m sharing with you. Don’t like it, go away. No one is forcing you to stay.
As for the comment above, ignoramuses and all, since my English is not so hi-fi, for me, the paragraph above is just a bunch of bombastic words that does not really make much sentence.
Sorry, my 1119 English teacher said ‘No Bombastic Words!’ so I remain a true disciple.
Adios!
posted by BluePixie @ 12:48 PM
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
Ewww@!
Hear hear..
Sweeden, which claims itself as a being a liberal country recently passed a law which legalised men to look up a woman's skirt.
And to celebrate the occasion, the women were invited to the first floor of the building, and to stand on the glass floor, while men were invited,cameras and all, to the ground floor to feast their eyes.
Worse still, some women turned up without any panties on. One even claimed, she felt an electrical energy participating it in, knowing men were looking up at her stuff.
Disgusting..
And in case you are wishing this to happen in Malaysia, well, in the Kuching National library, the staircase is made out of see-thru glass..
Source: Trax fm (i dunno how to spell it)
Sweeden, which claims itself as a being a liberal country recently passed a law which legalised men to look up a woman's skirt.
And to celebrate the occasion, the women were invited to the first floor of the building, and to stand on the glass floor, while men were invited,cameras and all, to the ground floor to feast their eyes.
Worse still, some women turned up without any panties on. One even claimed, she felt an electrical energy participating it in, knowing men were looking up at her stuff.
Disgusting..
And in case you are wishing this to happen in Malaysia, well, in the Kuching National library, the staircase is made out of see-thru glass..
Source: Trax fm (i dunno how to spell it)
posted by BluePixie @ 9:39 PM
Would everything be alright?
Another opportunity just slipped away from my hands and i have no idea why. It could be my fault. It could be fated that way. I'm just not sure which.
Things just dont seem to work the way i want it to be. I am not giving up nor am i really crushed but my thoughts are in such a tanggled mess that i could not think properly right now.
I just can't think right now. I tried telling myself that everything happens for a reason but to convince myself with my own words is taking a whole lot of effort.
Things just dont seem to work the way i want it to be. I am not giving up nor am i really crushed but my thoughts are in such a tanggled mess that i could not think properly right now.
I just can't think right now. I tried telling myself that everything happens for a reason but to convince myself with my own words is taking a whole lot of effort.
posted by BluePixie @ 9:34 PM
Freedom of Speech
Funny my previous posts “Stop the trash” have sparked some serious feedbacks. The quote, which stands at the corner of my blog, has been a source of criticism. I stand by my quote, I stand by my posts and I stand by my words.
I would still fight for freedom of speech but let’s not forget, freedom of speech comes with a certain level of maturity. The question is, for those out there, who walk around thumping for uncontrolled level of speech, can you handle it?
It’s easy to go around, fighting and rebelling for speech liberty. But it takes a whole lot more to understand the fundamental meaning of it.
With the same words, Harakah was published, spitting venom into the minds of fellow Muslims. It has to be banned to maintain order in the country. Freedom of speech? When Annuar was caught, people took to the streets. Freedom of speech? Defamation of Siti Nurhaliza by Sharifah Aini. Freedom of speech? Publisher of ’50 Dalil Kenapa Anuar tidak boleh jadi PM’ was punished recently in court. Freedom of speech? Porn sites. Freedom of expression? Freedom of individuality? Recent suspension of a party member for distributing a videotape of a scuffle in a meeting. Freedom of speech?
Freedom of speech, in the hands of the wrong person turns into rape and violation of the word ‘freedom’.
Blog is a place to express oneself. I agree. Blog is not a book, I agree. But blog is also not a place to defame another person; it is also not a place for a person to find fame or to inflict superiority among the rest.
I’m so sick of people do/write/say/publish whatever they like in the blog and hide like a coward behind the sentence ‘freedom of speech’. It takes some form of intelligence to grasp the elemental meaning of the sentence and some element of maturity to put it into practice.
Go on..spit. I stand by my words.
I would still fight for freedom of speech but let’s not forget, freedom of speech comes with a certain level of maturity. The question is, for those out there, who walk around thumping for uncontrolled level of speech, can you handle it?
It’s easy to go around, fighting and rebelling for speech liberty. But it takes a whole lot more to understand the fundamental meaning of it.
With the same words, Harakah was published, spitting venom into the minds of fellow Muslims. It has to be banned to maintain order in the country. Freedom of speech? When Annuar was caught, people took to the streets. Freedom of speech? Defamation of Siti Nurhaliza by Sharifah Aini. Freedom of speech? Publisher of ’50 Dalil Kenapa Anuar tidak boleh jadi PM’ was punished recently in court. Freedom of speech? Porn sites. Freedom of expression? Freedom of individuality? Recent suspension of a party member for distributing a videotape of a scuffle in a meeting. Freedom of speech?
Freedom of speech, in the hands of the wrong person turns into rape and violation of the word ‘freedom’.
Blog is a place to express oneself. I agree. Blog is not a book, I agree. But blog is also not a place to defame another person; it is also not a place for a person to find fame or to inflict superiority among the rest.
I’m so sick of people do/write/say/publish whatever they like in the blog and hide like a coward behind the sentence ‘freedom of speech’. It takes some form of intelligence to grasp the elemental meaning of the sentence and some element of maturity to put it into practice.
Go on..spit. I stand by my words.
posted by BluePixie @ 9:24 PM
Sunday, July 03, 2005
Sushi anyone?
Had my very first taste of japanese food on Friday last week.
The company organized a dinner buffet at Northam Hotel, Penang. It was
RM53 per head with the company sponsoring half the payment.
Well, basically, as you know it, the main items were mostly raw.
Oysters,prawn, octopus, all lightly boiled and arranged on ice, just like
stored items in the freezer. It smelt awful especially the oysters.
I tried sushi, hated it. I tried vegetable tempayaki, managed to
swallow 3 bites, and the last 2 bites, was accompanied by the age-old vomit
suppressor, plain water =)
I tried kimichi. Only had one spoonful. Then i gave up on being
adventurous on food and tucked in all the malaysianised japanese food, like salmon
curry and all the easily identifiable stuff (Japanese egg omelet, stir
fried vege, grilled salmon, mayonise salmon, and some other stuff)
The dessert table was superb. The chocolate cakes were finger lickin
good.The homemade ice-creams with raisins, peanuts, pineapple, chocolate &
strawberry sauce was heavenly. i had two huge helpings. The chocolate
pudding, swiss rolls, green tea jelly, corn pudding with strawberries,
swiss cheese, salad, ah..i can just go on and on and i bet your stomach
is growling now.
I went for 6 rounds of 'second' helpings. And green tea to top it up.
Yum!
The company organized a dinner buffet at Northam Hotel, Penang. It was
RM53 per head with the company sponsoring half the payment.
Well, basically, as you know it, the main items were mostly raw.
Oysters,prawn, octopus, all lightly boiled and arranged on ice, just like
stored items in the freezer. It smelt awful especially the oysters.
I tried sushi, hated it. I tried vegetable tempayaki, managed to
swallow 3 bites, and the last 2 bites, was accompanied by the age-old vomit
suppressor, plain water =)
I tried kimichi. Only had one spoonful. Then i gave up on being
adventurous on food and tucked in all the malaysianised japanese food, like salmon
curry and all the easily identifiable stuff (Japanese egg omelet, stir
fried vege, grilled salmon, mayonise salmon, and some other stuff)
The dessert table was superb. The chocolate cakes were finger lickin
good.The homemade ice-creams with raisins, peanuts, pineapple, chocolate &
strawberry sauce was heavenly. i had two huge helpings. The chocolate
pudding, swiss rolls, green tea jelly, corn pudding with strawberries,
swiss cheese, salad, ah..i can just go on and on and i bet your stomach
is growling now.
I went for 6 rounds of 'second' helpings. And green tea to top it up.
Yum!
posted by BluePixie @ 9:41 PM
Trackback:CSMU
Here we go again. Another slap on the Indian community. With the de-recognition of the CSMU. Suspension of Sothinathan. Headlines. Racial debates. Then utter silence.
I’m not going to dwell on the racial issue again. It has been much talked upon, much debated upon. And I’m so sick of bringing it up again.
Indians are solely to be blamed on this issue. Surprised? Let’s track back the list of events which happened before the big issue.
The visit of one of the ministers to Russia. The vast number of our Indian students flocking to greet the minister who did nothing for them. Necessary? No. Question: If Samyvellu visited Russia, would the Indian students there go in droves to meet him? I have my doubts. The fact remains that between the first minister and Samy vellu, the latter actually have contributed to the advancements of the students. Do we appreciate that? No. Back in MMU, there was even a joke during one of the Indian events, that when Samy vellu enters the venue, the song ‘Who let the dogs out’ to be played. So what did the first minister do? He observed the amount of would be Indian doctors who will return to Malaysia soon and this being an obvious threat to the, let’s face it, Malay community.
Indians received the first blow. The Russian medical institute was condemned. The Russian council fought back and defended their institution. Matter was silenced. But the fire in the minister didn’t stop.
Our Indian ministers were too busy fighting about who is going to stand in the next election. Even during the annual gathering of MIC, everyone were to busy to figure out who would stand against who than to bother on how to help and contribute to the advancement of Indians. With the first blow, the ministers should have realized that efforts are being made somewhere to make sure that not many Indians would be able to become doctors in Malaysia. If they were smart enough, first warnings should have been given to parents out there to send their students to other parts of the country to study medicine and not concentrate on Russia alone. There’s always Indonesia, India, or even the Middle East countries which of course being the Malaysian Muslim counterparts, our ‘tolerant’ Malaysian leaders would not dare to touch. Did that happen? No. Indians kept flocking Russia.
Second blow. CSMU. Case closed. Now what we do? Shout in parliament? What difference would it make? We are a small community. No one will come to our aid. We are living in a place where our leader shout to other countries and say that they are living in harmony with other races but in reality, they are finding ways to stamp their muddy shoes on each of our heads.
Let’s look back at the Arumugam Pillai institute. Our leaders didn’t even know that the institute had started functioning and no Indians had enrolled. Why? Would the Chinese community have given up like that? There was 2.5 million in the fund. Where did the money go? Why were the Indian leaders so stupid to give up the money like that?
In order to survive, we Indians need to be smart, good practical, strategic thinkers. Strong fighters.
Let’s face it. We are always considered foreigners in this land. In order to survive, we need to be smart and outsmart the other races when it comes to strategy. We don’t just need to work hard, but instead we need to make sure that we are always one step ahead of others.
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Special thanks to MP Sothinathan for defending and fighting for the sake of Indians out there. But all these could have been avoided if we had taken preventive steps before hand.
==========================================================
I’m not going to dwell on the racial issue again. It has been much talked upon, much debated upon. And I’m so sick of bringing it up again.
Indians are solely to be blamed on this issue. Surprised? Let’s track back the list of events which happened before the big issue.
The visit of one of the ministers to Russia. The vast number of our Indian students flocking to greet the minister who did nothing for them. Necessary? No. Question: If Samyvellu visited Russia, would the Indian students there go in droves to meet him? I have my doubts. The fact remains that between the first minister and Samy vellu, the latter actually have contributed to the advancements of the students. Do we appreciate that? No. Back in MMU, there was even a joke during one of the Indian events, that when Samy vellu enters the venue, the song ‘Who let the dogs out’ to be played. So what did the first minister do? He observed the amount of would be Indian doctors who will return to Malaysia soon and this being an obvious threat to the, let’s face it, Malay community.
Indians received the first blow. The Russian medical institute was condemned. The Russian council fought back and defended their institution. Matter was silenced. But the fire in the minister didn’t stop.
Our Indian ministers were too busy fighting about who is going to stand in the next election. Even during the annual gathering of MIC, everyone were to busy to figure out who would stand against who than to bother on how to help and contribute to the advancement of Indians. With the first blow, the ministers should have realized that efforts are being made somewhere to make sure that not many Indians would be able to become doctors in Malaysia. If they were smart enough, first warnings should have been given to parents out there to send their students to other parts of the country to study medicine and not concentrate on Russia alone. There’s always Indonesia, India, or even the Middle East countries which of course being the Malaysian Muslim counterparts, our ‘tolerant’ Malaysian leaders would not dare to touch. Did that happen? No. Indians kept flocking Russia.
Second blow. CSMU. Case closed. Now what we do? Shout in parliament? What difference would it make? We are a small community. No one will come to our aid. We are living in a place where our leader shout to other countries and say that they are living in harmony with other races but in reality, they are finding ways to stamp their muddy shoes on each of our heads.
Let’s look back at the Arumugam Pillai institute. Our leaders didn’t even know that the institute had started functioning and no Indians had enrolled. Why? Would the Chinese community have given up like that? There was 2.5 million in the fund. Where did the money go? Why were the Indian leaders so stupid to give up the money like that?
In order to survive, we Indians need to be smart, good practical, strategic thinkers. Strong fighters.
Let’s face it. We are always considered foreigners in this land. In order to survive, we need to be smart and outsmart the other races when it comes to strategy. We don’t just need to work hard, but instead we need to make sure that we are always one step ahead of others.
==========================================================
Special thanks to MP Sothinathan for defending and fighting for the sake of Indians out there. But all these could have been avoided if we had taken preventive steps before hand.
==========================================================
posted by BluePixie @ 8:51 PM
