Backlogs #20: Men's talk

These screenshots are dated 30th of March 2014, they are titled "Men's talk".

If you are easily offended and/or are not mature enough for absolutely natural biology topic (and some engineering stuff too!), then this is your 18SX warning.

Who would have known a question about attire for a visa interview would turn out like this? =P

Oh, you will need to know English, Manglish, Malay, and Hokkien to fully understand this conversation.

 

What can I say? Men's talk indeed. =P

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Inner storm

It's raining outside.

Cold, gloomy, sombre.

It's melancholy inside.

Dull, dejected, despondent.

That which does not kill you makes you stronger.

Well, that's the hope anyway.

Hope, the thing that keeps many of us going.

Instead of just giving up, lying down and die.

There are ups and downs in life.

There's rainbow after the rain.

A new dawn comes after the night, regardless of how nightmarish it was.

And life goes on.

The thing with being rational and somewhat smart is I know all these.

Heck! I say these often enough to friends who could use a little lift.

And that's why I feel so conflicted.

The emotional and rational sides in turmoil.

Depression, I can't help it.

Despite my rationale, my willpower, my self-discipline.

I have no control over it.

The storm rages within.

Other |sane side| category entries.

有感而发：霉运连连

二零一八年五月二十二日。

老天爷应该是觉得我的生活还不够烦闷、事事还太顺心，所以需要再折腾我一番。

勾叉零蛋三角形！要我崩溃才甘愿是不是？

已经充满负能量的忧郁症中了，还要再插一刀？

真的是祸不单行，是勾叉零蛋四角形的四五六七行！

要衰到什么时候啊？

这样的命…

我真的只剩脏话、粗话、污浊话！

勾叉零蛋五角形！

有感而发 |系列|

心的频道：我希望

今天和同事朋友唱歌。

是感觉很好的一群朋友，大家都可以玩笑、没有什么忌讳，不需处处顾忌那种。

至少直肠直肚直言的我是这样觉得啦…

近来生活烦闷不顺心，心境一直都不好。

其实不久前朋友也有邀约去唱歌的，但那时的我是更糟糕的一个心境，根本没兴致所以没去。

现在我想我已经放弃了、任命了，再也提不起劲，就随波逐流吧。

太累了，从内到外。

今天一同唱歌和吃东西，有笑有开心。

但是刹那短暂的，不能保持。

有唱歌（也有走音），但不积极，也没什么兴致。

会出席应该是因为难得很人齐所以想要一起吧？

嗯，是感觉很好的一班朋友，我真的是这么觉得。

我希望，我只是忧郁症来袭才这样。

没兴致、低能量。

我希望，我还是喜欢唱歌的。

我希望，我还是会向往下一次和大伙一起飙歌的。

心的频道 |系列|

认真就输了

来着的星期一是公司补给赢了大选的假。

一起唱歌的同事朋友趁这机会约去飙歌。

很人齐的一次，连很大牌的那位都说会去，好像只有喝了神奇水突变后再也没有变回、最近一直撩仔的那位说没去哦。

应该会是很好玩的一个大聚会。

这两天我在勤练一些合唱的歌曲，但结果还是很烂，唉…

真是的，怎么自己就是唱不好合唱的歌的呢？

好懊恼哦！搞到自己很不爽。

然后我突然醒觉，我做什么啦？！？

自己又不是什么歌手啦，不是唱歌赚钱而是给钱去唱歌的嘞，哈哈！

去喊一喊、笑一笑罢了嘛，做么这样认真喔？

开心最重要。

真的，认真就输了。

我可以自我欺骗说清唱我还不错的咯，呵呵！

随兴随想 |系列|

Yes, no, maybe

If yes say yes, if no say no.

If cannot decide yet say need more time and give a definite date to respond.

And then keep your promise.

Don't keep all others hanging.

And don't be the prick who just ignores and gives no response.

Leave if you are no longer interested in anything anyway.

Make life easier for everyone.

Other |runaway rants| category entries.

A new dawn

1957, Malaysia got its independence.

Ever since, it has been governed by the same political party for 60 years.

Power corrupts, 60 years of uninterrupted grip on power has utterly corrupted that ruling party.

The party leaders could literally do or say anything and get away with it, and they did just that. Such unbearable arrogance.

Today, it has finally changed, after a hard fought campaign to save Malaysia from the crooks in the ruling party, we finally achieved our dream.

It's a historical day, the 14th general election will go down in history as the first change of power at the federal government after 60 years.

The rakyat finally got what they wanted, despite all the dirty underhanded stuff the ruling party pulled.

For the general election was neither clean nor fair, still the intentional disqualifying of ballot tickets, the identity theft, the phantom voters, the mislabelling of voting boxes, the smuggling of fake ballot tickets, the blackouts. You name it, they happened still.

But we won, final-freaking-ly. The will of the rakyat prevails!

Of course it didn't go well with the ousted ruling party, dragged the results announcement until close to 03:00 hours before they finally admitted defeat. No more bunny in the hat I guess.

I do feel proud of being a Malaysian today, proud that I am part of this historical day.

Here's hoping the new ruling party will be better, and will let the world know of Malaysia for the right reasons and not for something that shamed us.

I also hope that the rakyat knows that the government serves us, not the other way round, and definitely not serves their own pocket.

And that we can do this again if they turned out just the same old same old.

Politicians, pfft!

Mighty glad to be proven wrong.

We shall see.

Other |sane side| category entries.

Hot Indonesia Curry (2)

Wifey asked me some questions about my last polling experience.

Of course I don't remember, goldfish memory for the win! =P

But that's one of the main reasons I have this blog, my online dairy, hehe.

So I checked the entry I wrote five years ago to see if I had recorded the information she seeks.

Well, didn't have all the timing information she wanted, so this time I made sure I note down the time.

I made my way to my polling station after my morning meeting and breakfast, entered the compound at 09:58 hours.

Located the designated room and went to the back of the queue, about 30 people in front of me.

Noticed that the sun was going to shine on the queue as it shifts towards noon, so started to formulate an alternative queue location to get us out of the sun.

About 25 minutes in, when the sun was starting to bother the queue, I saw my chance when someone in uniform walked passed, I halted him and asked in my broken Malay: "boleh tukar queue ke sana kah?"

I spoke out loud enough for those surrounding me to hear and gestured the queue formation in mind so the others get it.

The uniformed personal said okay and the queue moved immediately, not quite the way I envisioned, which was more orderly and under proper shade, but all got out of the sun at least. Eventually those on the green would get the sun still, I hope someone else would be wise and bold enough to move the queue to the shaded corridor as I initially envisioned then, for I would be long gone.

Anyway, you are all welcome, even though none of you thanked me. =P

If only changing the nation is as easy.

I entered the room at 10:41 hours, the identity check, finger inking, retrieving ballot tickets and making my vote took less than two minutes.

Went to the toilet to relieve my bladder after the vote and did a final time check: 10:43 hours. So the whole process took 45 minutes, primarily in queue.

For a better country, I hope

Haven't a clue who I just voted, only thing that matters to me was the political party.

My political view has not changed since five years ago, and I do think I wrote a pretty good piece so I am not going to repeat it, just check out that entry if you are interested.

Hot Indonesia Curry!

While I know exactly what I meant with that title, took me a while to remember how I came up with that.

The meaning is multi-languages translated, here's the first step: 印尼咖喱辣.

Should be easy to figure it out then. =)

Other |temperamental thoughts| category entries.

疗养

妈咪今天出院康复中心，然后直接进疗养院。

棘手的竟然是爸比。

金钱费用当然是头疼，但真的没有想到爸比可以这么难搞。

已经够懊恼了啦，不要再增加不必要的烦恼了好吗？

我本身真的很想去疗养了…

心语细述 |系列|

Save Malaysia

14th Malaysian general election on 9th of May 2018, a Wednesday, brain dead choice of a date.

Many wish for a clean and fair election, but blatant bribery is already on going with proofs aplenty, so it will be anything but. As usual, crooks will be crooks.

The party that's playing dirty has too much to lose, and has to rely on cheating to win the election.

Regardless, we have to hope that we can overwhelm all their dirty tricks and cheats, so go vote and save the country.

Of course there are those who don't want things to change, for all the unfair benefits and personal gain they are getting, at the cost of the whole nation.

Those selfish parasitic cowards who principle and morality be damned.

Seriously, that donation bullshit is such an insult to the nation's intelligence. I feel so offended.

If you sincerely believe that, then I pray that you do not reproduce. Stop pulling down the collective intelligence of human beings.

Don't get me wrong, I am not a supporter of any political party, since it's my belief that they are all corrupted to some extent.

I abhor dishonesty and cheats, and I want my right to choose the lesser evil fairly.

And stop insulting my intelligence with all those craps and bullshits, makes my blood boil.

Other |sane side| category entries.

Fuzzled

I am easily stressed, I know.

I also know that I don't cope with stress very well.

Work, mommi's condition, then the review of my financial situation, and lately the deteriorating behaviour of the two little monsters, all these are stressing me out.

Big time.

My sleep quality worsened, I am a light sleeper to begin with. For those days I cared to check the clock, I woke up every two hours starting around 03:00 hours.

The low quality of sleep is in turn another stressor, so I am stuck in a vicious cycle.

Stress does things to our mind and body.

Bad things.

Anyway, I remember the last dream I had this morning, and it's that dream that prompted me to write this entry, and the word 'fuzzle' just popped into my head.

Dream doesn't always make sense, so here goes...

I was walking somewhere, in a rush, someone approached asking for donation. Or at least I perceived so initially.

I waved no, but she said thanks and moved to put some money in the donation box she held instead.

I looked up, and noticed it's a lady dressed like a nun, and somehow I suddenly understood that she was actually offering me the money, and when I rejected it, she was going to put that money in the donation box instead.

That realisation happened as I was walking pass her, and I guess I bumped into her elbow, for she dropped a huge wad of cash.

I stopped, apologised, and squatted down to help her retrieve the money.

Somehow I was having a difficult time gathering the money, my fingers were clumsy and the money slippery, and it's then I realised that there were currencies from different countries.

And there were cut out of envelopes with stamps attached. As soon as I started wondering about why there were stamps, I woke up.

I can probably associate with the donation, the different currencies, but the stamps?

Only thing I can think of is that I was clearing out some old documents and letters and tore out the stamps for elder son in the weekend.

Why do I dreamed of it though? Hmm...

Other |temperamental thoughts| category entries.