I've have been Ghosted!

I've been GHOSTED!

Due to this little virus that is going on, I am continuous vomiting strange orangey substance. My face has turned orange and I looked like a pumpkin and I suppose to pass this virus to 2 other bloggers. I got it from Letti and now I'm will tag 2 others below.

Here's the instructions :

• Stop by their blogs and leave a comment on their latest post saying, "You've Just Been Ghosted -- Come Over And Grab A Puking Pumpkin!"
• Copy and paste the puking pumpkin somewhere on your blog (either in a post or on your sidebar, perhaps) so that everyone can see that you have been "ghosted" and will not "ghost" you again. This will also let you know who you can "ghost."
• Link to this post (or a post of your own) for directions, grab the puking pumpkin and go "ghost" 2 bloggers on your sidebar (preferably, somewhere you haven't commented in a while or a blog you've never commented before or new to the blogosphere) and share some linky love!

Wooooooooo, Puking pumpkin is going to Lynne and Lee Cheen Siong.

Who is the most sought after failure?

Go to www.google.com and then key in failure as search criteria and then click I'm Feeling Lucky and see what happen.

Any Saliva for sale. Crazy?

I just saw this article in Star today. This is one article that I make me laugh and think what is actually happening in this world. This happens in Tokyo. There is a market for things that are very “unique”. I think this could only happen in Tokyo. I do not think Malaysian will do this kind of weird stuff or who knows they are some that is doing it. I think poor cute girls in Tokyo will not need to die of hunger. They do not even need to sell their body. All they need to do is open their mouth and fill a bottle with saliva. It seems a bottle could fetch a price of 12,000 yen (RM393.20). Amazing! It’s true.

I could not get the link from star but I manage to find this instead from Asahi . This is after the fad of selling their underwear and urine. What do these people who buy this kind of thing do with them? I have heard perverts that stole underwear and smells it but urine and saliva? Are these perverts going to taste them? I mean are they going to swallow it and let the taste linger around their mouth and this will actually make them arouse. It beats me. Any idea what is these people going to do with them? If anyone of you is interested in my saliva, I do not mind selling it. I think my saliva could help cure acne, piles, reduce scars, sometimes cough, cold, headache, revive your sex life, hahaha. Scratching my head and brain cells swimming around, I still do not get it.

KuBuo

My Thai Colleague, Pharnit daughter called Kobuo (กอบัว). It stands for a group of lotus flower

Waking up from a dream

After I was abruptly woken up by my sister shout I realise I am still a plain old IT consultant who still works 5 days a week, a 9 to 5.30 desk job, sitting in a abandon branch of a bank and still eagerly waiting for money from my salary to replenish the dwindling savings accounts due to massive output on every 25th of the month. There is no Pretty Young Thing or Sweet Young Thing that accompanies me on my “assignment” or some sudden assignment that requires me to pack and jump onto a jet plane to some island that is filled with coconut and palm tree.

The only “excitement” that I face daily is emails, defects, coordination and etc. How I wish I dodge bullets for my lunch, exercise by jumping out from a burning plane, finding a way out from a jungle. Sigh! My current job is boring, except of course on the 25th of every month there is some slight improvement in my adrenalin level. What shall I do to change all this? Umm purposely create “bugs”? Or Accidentally provide low estimate on efforts needed for new requirement? What shall I do? In the mean time I shall enjoyed my little “colt”…..

Is the gun real?

There are some question and doubts on a lot of people mind in regards to the picture that I have posted in my previous post. Is it real? Or it’s just a normal air pistol or a plastic piece that resemblance a gun? Actually to be “honest” I am a “Spy”, an international spy not a local one (which get lesser pay). International spy got better insurance coverage, fly first class if need be, got better weapons, drive a CBU car, wear tuxedo, enjoy the finest in accommodation, food and etc.

I have an edge on this matter as I know a lot of language. I know Chinese, Japanese, Korean, French, Italian, German, Spanish and portugese. I have the Asian charm, you know spy needs it. Did you see James Bond movie? It portrays an almost realistic “life” of an international spy, the girls, the cars, the gadgets and etc. I use my IT consulting job as a cover, my current employer does not know. I hope they do not find out. I have been able to refrain myself from blogging about this part of my lives until that very day when someone accidentally saw my collection of weaponry.

I have submitted my resignation as my cover has been exposed. As I am writing this article, Charlie the person that I always communicate with, has arranged me to be place in a safe house somewhere in Europe. I choose Europe as now a lot of countries are concentrating their effort in searching for terrorist in Asia, they will totally ignore Europe. And moreover I have my Saint Bernard to take care. I have not seen him for some time and I guess he miss me.

Some might ask, of all job why choose Spy. Well, someone got to do the dirty job and I need to do it as “they” need me. I was recruited as one day I came across a secret chamber in my father’s room. A place fill with big screens computer, weapons, latest satellite map of all major countries in the world, photos of my father with presidents and etc. As I have expose the “secret”, my father got to kill me but with his quick thinking, he recruited me instead as once I am one of them I will then protect and support the inner cycle of trust.

A group of spies will always watch each other back. The principle is “Tak Tahu”, that is the only word we will say when we are caught. We do not want to compromise the hundreds of secret agents prowling the continent. The last assignment is in Indonesia where I got a wounded on my left, near my left kidney. I spend a week in the hospital. “Brother! Brother! Brother!” my sister voice ringing through my eardrums, eeh what the heck? How come my shirt is filled with water? Umm it smells more like saliva, arrg I must be sleeping and dreaming again…..anyway another “gun of mine”. For a higher resolution of my previous gun, try to click onto my photoblog.

Guns Anyone?

Is there an ultimate Toys for adults? No I am not talking about our spouse. Our spouse is not a toy; they are our companion, our supporting pillar, our lover, our shoulder to cry on, our brain, our yin, our other half, our…etc. I am referring to things like Hi Fi set, cars, MP3, hand phone, notebook and etc. What do you think of guns? If Malaysia allows individual to have guns, will you go out and buy one?

A lot of people love to play paintball, wearing army attire, with a smirk on the face, preparing to shoot at anyone on sight, paying a lot of money to engage in simulated warfare and “death”. What is the attraction? Is it because it is an outlet for us to let out some steam, relieving us off our stress. Seeing our fellow human bleed in paint OR is it the feel of a piece of gun that you are holding, caressing its handle, pulling the trigger. Or is it the feeling of “control”, pointing and deciding the fate of someone by just a pull of a trigger.

Some even goes one step further by going to a firing range. I am not sure does Malaysia have one but Thailand has a lot. Whereby the guns that is being used is “real”. In Thailand is legal to own a gun or a few guns. There is even a market whereby you can sell and buy guns; you might even earn a living on it. Do you think us Malaysian is mature enough to do the same? Or we are such trigger happy lot that the government did not even think of legalising it at all. Below is a picture of “my gun” a smith and wesson hence do not play play with me………..

2 Bad News

First is the news on the PM wife, Datin Seri Endon Mahmood, she passed away this morning at 7.50 am. I do not personally know her but she is like an icon to a lot of cancer survivor. May her soul rest in peace.

Second is the National Automotive Policy (NAP), my new car is barely a week old and there is a possibility that the price could dropped. I have actually waited for a year plus for it to be announced before taking the plunge. I anticipate it to be announced together with the budget but it did not. Let’s hope the price will not drop drastically else the price range of my dream car will be nearer. This might result in me selling my Camry and going for my dream car. Will I?

Datin Seri Endon Mahmood, rest in peace…………

Obligation

As I am sitting in the office absorbing the coldness coming from the overhead aircond, it starts to rain. I could actually hear the rains hitting the roof of the mamak stall just below my office. On a fine day the smell of fried chicken will actually engulf my office sipping in through the gaps in the window, overcoming the smell of new paints and glue. On this unproductive day I was still trying to recall the things that I need to do for tomorrow. As I am wondering in and out of my thoughts, the sound of rain drops from outside has actually hypnotised me with its tune, “Tik Tik Tik”. It has somehow transported me back to those fun loving days in Primary School. I remember watching the rains dripping down from the roof. As it fell, it catches whatever light that is still left in the sky emitting some sparkle that enters my eyes.

It was rainy season and today is a day whereby the best thing to do is to sleep but now I am in the classroom doing my spelling test. As I was observing and listening to nature’s symphony from my little desk situated beside the window, my class teacher spoke loudly. As the word entered into my little brain it get translated into alphabets which I wrote diligently, alphabets after alphabets in a piece of paper that has my name on the top of it. In those days exams is conducted 3 times a year. Each exam is like a race, a race to become number one in the class or to me Top Ten in the class. If we manage to do well, we will be the main subject for our parents to talk about during Chinese New Year. We torture ourselves to remember all those text just to fulfil our social obligation which is to get good marks and position in the class. I do not think I remember what I have studied.

I remember that I was very good at History as remembering dates of historical meaning were my favourite past time. I remember there is this one incident which happens at the final year of my standard six. There is this particular classmate of mine who has been chasing me playing “catch me if you can” during recess just before my history exam. After all the chasing and panting, he confess to me his little secret. He told me he asks me to play because he wants me to forget all those date that have been cramped inside my tiny brain. He is worried that I might score higher than he is as he saw me blurting out the dates with ease after recess. He has decided to make me sweat hoping “all the dates” will come out together. Do bear in mind; we are just 12 years old and we are supposed to have a hell of a good time. Our society has actually instilled in us that our priority in school is to score as high as we can, to satisfy our parents and to ensure that we will eventually succeed in life by securing a well paid jobs in an air condition environment holding a pen instead of holding the “Big Pen” sweeping the street in the early hours.

Do we actually make use of what we learn during school? I guess our years spend in the primary school is just a foundation for us to seek out knowledge and to understand it. As memorising pages of text does not help much, it could only improve our memory which will eventually or finally will decline as we grow older. Getting to understand and able to read other languages like English actually opens and expose us up to a much bigger world. We do not have internet access back then but we have libraries which has thousand of books in English waiting for us to explore and learn. Of course we learn good and bad things along the way. We learn there is another part of the world whereby the human occupants there has body hair that is red in color (Hong Mor Kua). We learn that there are words like “tits” when we explore illegal copy of playboys. I am not sure how will a primary school students behaves now, there might be some who might be blogging about their daily school life, how nice if back then we have internet…..I could then relive my life by reading it on my own blog….

Toys

When I was small I used to play with Airplanes modal. Those that need glue to stick each part together. The package will come with a diagram. A diagram which shows how each part is connected to each other. I make quite a number of it but I have no idea where is it now. It could be that it has since got thrown away like other unwanted stuff when we move house.

Yesterday my wife nephew bought a toy which has the same principle that is you need to have the patience to “build” it first before you could enjoy playing it. Actually come to think of it, it’s a good way to build a children character. Nowadays youngster is used to sitting around and just enjoys the fruit of their parent’s labor. They no longer need to "work" for things.

On the Left side is the box and the right side is the instruction on how to assemble each part to finally become a "toy". This particular modal do not needs any glue. The instruction is in English, hence this old man is the most suitable candidate for the "assembly" job.

Above is the tiny parts that I have mention. It took me almost an hour to have it assembled. Below is the end result, the toy and a happy 3 years old kid smiling.

Nissan Teana

This is also one of the car that I have been waiting for quite some time, Nissan Teana. It has a shape which I deem update. The dash is very nice and the wood panel on the dash and below the windows is not too woody. Too bad, although it has been introduced for quite some time in thailand but I have yet to see any on Malaysia Road yet.

Maybe I could get one if the newspaper report is true, that every Malaysian is allow to import a car during their life time. This means each of us will have an Approved Permit (AP) to bring in Cars from overseas. Of course there is always a "but" in our society. You need to be in overseas for a certain period of time for a "valid" reason like studies or etc...umm I guess I am not entitle to an AP yet. Or having a foreign spouse entitles me to have one?