Selamat Hari Raya!

Tomorrow another round of celebration and holiday, its Hari Raya, so for those fellow “boleh” member, Selamat Hari Raya, Maaf Zahir Batin. So I take this opportunity to ask for forgiveness. If I have ever offend anyone, very sorry, please maaf me lah. You know sometimes I will be a bit blur blur, hence very sorry. Since you have forgiven me, then send me all your rendang ayam, Ketupat, all the cakes and cookies. Aiyah I have forgotten I am still under strict diet, never mind I will ask my sister, she will eat it all for me. Oh do not forget my duit raya...Happy Hari Raya. Oh Sifu I still have not finished learning how to make Ketupat, wait....

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I have just changed the title of my blog. I am still playing around with other names. Don’t be surprise it changes again…

Happy Deepavali

To those who celebrate deepavali, I wish them Happy Deepavali. I guess those who are from another town would have “Balik Kampong” (travels back to hometown in English) due to long stretch of holiday and is now enjoying a cup of coffee in a KopiTiam made the traditional way and reading newspaper while listening to some bird at the background happily chirping away.

I remember the hot burning stove which uses coal to boil water was also used to make “Roti Bakar” (Toast Bread). The water will be poured onto a bag that contains the coffee powder that acts a filter. It kinda looks like a socks connected to a stick. All the coffee juice will slowly leak down from the bag onto the cup. My cousin who is now in their 50’s still loves to goes back to the same old shop that prepare this way. They say it taste differently. They will actually take the time to travel for a few kilometres in the morning to just pack them back and enjoy in the house.

I have always been a city boy but I have travelled before to Penang, Ipoh and Melaka and have taste some of those famous food such as Penang Char Kuey Teow, Ipoh Hor Fun and Special Chicken rice ball. I considered these as real classic Hawkers food that can brings out the saliva in me when I talked about them. So for those who is now in their hometown, drink all those coffee for me and of course enjoy all those delicious food on my behalf. If you are brave enough light up some fireworks, I think the police do not mind as long as you do not burn down any house. Happy Deepavali…..

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…………