Random Thoughts

Replugged-in

Like it or not, internet is part of my life now.

No, I am not addicted to Facebook nor crazy about instant messaging, I just like to have my daily dose of forum surfing and blog reading.

So when my router started to act up a few weeks ago, my 'normal' lifestyle got disturbed by its erratic behaviour.

I put up with it since it was still working sporadically, while the reset button no longer works (always a bad sign), manual rebooting multiple times managed to get it going.

Until two days ago, that is. It's now offcially dead.

Router modem set to serve as bridge since I have a wireless router that handles the traffic, after a mere 1.5 years of service the modem went belly up. Of course the warranty is just 1 year, typical.

Replaced the dead Pci DSL2-01 with a new TP-Link TD-8817 today, hopefully the TP-Link product is more reliable. Well, at least it comes with a 2 years warranty so I guess at least I have two years before it kaput.

Am now weighing my options of dealing with the dead modem... should I hurl it against something hard and solid, drop it from great height, or use something hard and solid to smash it?

Hammer time! =P

May you rest in pieces, you piece of crap.

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+1

Happy birthday Fang!

Wishing you a fantastic day, hope you get to enjoy the day just the way you like it, and get married and have babies.

So nice to be born on our National Day, as long as you remain in Malaysia, every birthday is a holiday! ^_^

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53rd birthday

Happy independence day Malaysia!

While the older and more exposed I get, the less my sense of patriotism becomes, I do love my country still.

Can't say the same for the government and majority of the politicians who directly contribute to my diminishing patriotism.

Besides a great reluctance to quit my home country (which according to some racists, doesn't welcome me), there is hope that with the new generation of enlightened Malaysians who realised the "supreme race" idea is just going to impede development and tear the country apart, I guess it's still worth hanging on the citizenship, for whatever it's worth.

Here's hoping that within my lifetime, I would see a Malaysia that is fair to all its rakyat, a Malaysia that doesn't differentiate its people by race, gender or religion. You know, just Malaysian.

Of course, here's also hoping we would have a government that's really for the rakyat, and not for their own pocket.

One can always dream.

Disabled Parking Space

Public infrastructures in Malaysia are actually much better compared to, say, ten years ago.

It warms my heart to see that there are now buses designed for the ease of disabled people, the emergence of ramps and disabled parking spaces at shopping centres and offices. After all, disabled people are also part of our community, and should be treated equally if not better.

So I am rather proud that infrastructure wise, my beloved country is marching towards the developed country standard. Yay, Malaysia Boleh!

However, many of the rakyat are not. Many simply do not develop, and some are downright uncivilised. It's like junglemen in a modern city.

Just look at how casual some people litter, throwing rubbish wherever they like.

Most of the news regarding our politicians or politics are disgraceful redicule, as if it's their job to provide a constant supply of jokes for the foreigners and shame for the Malaysians.

There are of course those monkeys in clothes that staying true to monkey's behaviour, like to fling shits around. It's really sad that according to these monkeys, even as a Malaysian, I am not wanted in my own country because of my race.

As a Malaysian, I am not treated equally because of my race. No idea why the bumi deserves better treatments and privileges, but sadly that's the way it is now. One Malaysia huh? Yea right.

I often wonder if Chinese-Malaysians and Indian-Malaysians really did vacate the country, how far back would Malaysia fall to?


Anyway, I apologise, I have strayed too far from the topic.

What I really want to talk about is those very able people who park at the disabled parking spaces. Go check the vehicles at the disabled parking spaces, don't be surprised most do not have the permit or badge to park at disabled parking space. True disabled people will have these permits and badges, you see.

So far, the people I saw with my own eyes parking at the disabled parking space are able body people, they simply park there because it's convenient. Just like those selfish drivers on the road who think only about their own convenience, regardless of the inconvenience to other road users. Yea, those bastards.

Okay, let's give them the benefit of doubt and assume they simply forgot to display their disabled parking permit, one wonders what disability such able body persons are suffering from?

I could only come to this conclusion: they are disabled in the brain, specifically, they suffer from fooking-stupid-revolting-selfish-terminal-idiocy.

First class infrastructures, monkey-class population.

Sad.

The Bold One

Actually, it's the bald one lar, not the bold one. =P

A question I get asked a few times these few days is: "What happened to your hair?" or "New hairstyle?"

Here are my typical answers:

"Hair? What hair?" *puzzled look*

"I used the wrong shampoo." *serious face*

If there was a follow up question on what shampoo I use, I would feint forgetfulness and ask what shampoo he or she is using, and said "yea, that one."

If a name of the shampoo was not forthcoming from the inquirer, I would just say: "the one Wendy is using."

^_^

Truth is wifey forgot to attach the number two head to the clipper when she gave me a hair cut in the weekend, she realised that after the first cut on the back of my head. Said she could do an inverted V as cover up pattern so naturally I asked her to just shave off everything. =)

Have always wanted to see how I look bald anyway.

Thing is, I didn't actually shave to the skin since I am too chicken shit to put the shaving blade to my head, I don't want to end up with scars all over my scalp. =P

Anyway, that's that.



No idea why but somehow Veronica, who is in another state, is interested in seeing my bald look so a photo is requested and hey, I am not about to say no to her. Model extraordinaire you know? Don't play play.

If she thinks she is going to get an honest shot then she clearly doesn't know me, muahahaha! =P

Behold! H.Ang*, the Rulebender!
*H.Ang = hubby of Karen Ang


I think fans of Airbender Aang are going to cry if they see this

Not good enough?

Fine fine, how about this then...

Behold! CKratos, the God of slack!


please don't kill me, fans of God of War

Too scary looking?

Okay okay, this one should do it then... I hope.

Behold! Minsc wannabe and his stuffed toy Deefer!


what lar, I don't have a space hamster okay?

Butt kicking for goodness! (Baldur's Gate gamers will know this)

Come on, at least give face to Deefer ler, it's adorable! =P

-_-

This is a rant, so quit now if you are allergy to rants. =)

The return of Mr Memory... *sigh*.

Thought I have rid myself of this empty bucket, why oh why the single person in the department whom I just can't tolerate has to come bugging me? >_<

Of course I am not surprised the transfer didn't work out, though I honestly wish it had so we would no longer be in the same department. Just shows that not everyone is like Mr Chicken Shit, smart manager looks at actual performance when hiring instead of buying all the cocks and bullshit.

So the "expert with at least 10 years experience in modelling" is now asking a lowly thermal engineer to teach him how to do modelling huh? Just how the heck did he survived all these years? Bullshitted his way through all the performance reviews? Or was it his "people management skill", i.e. get someone else to do his job while he took all the credits?

Seriously, can't even sort out a simple installation and licensing of modelling software? That's just... unbelievable. It's just following instructions on the website you know? And there is that Tech Support link on the website where one can get help from.

He can continue to dream on if he thinks I will spoonfeed him, there is a limit to this 'mentoring request'.

There is something irony about mentoring someone who attended the same thermal modelling training class a couple of years back, who was already showing off his "extensive knowledge" by giving some hoo-ha in the class, who deemed fit to skip more than half the training session, and not to forget one who has "at least 10 years of modelling experience".

I am watching this 'mentoring request' closely, and I am going to pull the plug as soon as the first sign of "people management" shows up. I couldn't care less about the bullshitting skill, Mr Empty Bucket, and you can go burn in hell if you ever try to take credit from my work.

If I was a harsher person, I would not have agreed to the mentoring in the first place. There is just that sick satisfaction of an "expert with at least 10 years experience in thermal modelling" requesting for mentoring.

I hope I won't pay for this wickedness.

Unease

Restlessness. I need my badminton fix. Exercise and sweat.

Anxiety. Finished the most fundamental course of the software I need to get my work done today. Yet I am still blur blur.

Disquietude. There is that nagging feeling that badminton sessions simply don't happened despite what I did, planning ahead of my absence.

Uneasiness. Something is not quite right, I just can't pinpoint the source of this feeling.

=<

New Toy

Ever since His Royal Highness King Hsiang dropped my Logitech MX1000 cordless laser mouse, causing it to go haywire many, many months ago, I have been looking for a replacement.



Thanks to July's bonus and the approval from finance manager (wifey), I finally bought myself a new mouse.



It's Logitech G5 Laser Gaming Mouse, not going with cordless this time since I do not want the history to repeat again. Hopefully the cord will stop the mouse from hitting the floor if either of the Kings (there are two now!) dropped my mouse. Touch wood.



Just thought you might want to know about my new toy. =P

Horoscopes

Warning: horoscopes reader and believer may want to skip this entry or risk having your dream shattered. No, seriously.

According to Cecelia Ahern, the author of PS, I Love You (the novel, that is, not the brutally modified movie version), this is how horoscopes are written.

Not a horoscopes reader myself so I got a good chuckle out of it, but I am convinced it is the truth.

So are you ready to find out the secret of horoscopes?

Okay, a second chance here, stop reading now if you enjoy reading horoscopes. Seriously, there is no turning back after this.




This is the section from the novel describing a face to face meeting of the employees in a magazine company, I abbreviated to cut down the irrelevant stuff.

'Let Holly go first.'

'But I don't have a clue what's going on.'

'Well, what star sign are you?'

'Taurus.'

'Ooh, great, we've never had a Taurus before. OK, so are you married or seeing anyone or single or anything?'

'Em... no, I'm not really seeing anyone but...'

'OK then,' Tracey said, starting to write. 'This month Taurus shall look out for someone tall, dark and handsome and...' she shrugged and looked up, 'anybody?'

'Because he will have a big impact on her future,' Alice helped out.

'OK, the career stuff is easy. So Taurus will be occupied and satisfied by a new workload that comes their way. Lucky day will be a...' she thought for a while, 'Tuesday, and lucky colour is... blue,' she decided, looking at the colour of Holly's top. 'Right, who's next?'

'Hold on a minute, is this my horoscope for next month?' Holly interrupted, shocked.

'Have we shattered you dreams?'

'Completely. I love reading my horoscopes. Please tell me this isn't what all magazines do?'

Chris shook his head, 'No, not all magazines do it like this, Holly. Some of them just hire people who have the talent to make it up themselves without involving the rest of the office.'



Did I just hear the sound of dreams shattering? =P

怪名组合和毛招

羽球双人组合今天有了好多搞怪的名字

「鞋带香蕉」今天硬碰「神雕阿李」
喻：绝代双骄，神雕侠侣

过后又来个「阿李发发」组合
喻：阿里巴巴

接着就是没模仿它字只是乱乱拼凑的「阿金发发」、「阿金香蕉」、「神雕鞋带」等等

我告诉你呵，有点畏高的「阿金」今天出他的必杀技了………露两点！

我觉得很毛咯〔招，不是胸〕，搞到‘博爱世人’的鸟神「神雕」睁眼猛看不能集中精神打球

像王祖蓝 Handelababy 讲的那样：“我真是接受不到咯！”

I know kung fu

Spareribs anyone?

Was drying my sweat after badminton session today when Agnes jokingly told me she was going to take my "naked" photo.

Since I only took off my shirt, she said she's going to use black mask/block (like what the censor board does) to create the illusion that I am naked.

Wah, like that also can? Whole knee length pants covered with mask also can passed as a naked photo ah?

Actually hor, not sure what her target audience is.

Anorexic followers? Spareribs lovers? Bamboo fanatics?

Since hor, I only have stick figure, and skin over ribs nia. Nothing to see lar!

In fact, she probably need to pay people to see the "naked" photo, hehehe. =P

Fast Food

It took 5 minutes to walk the 400 meter from home to McD, and it took 25 minutes for me to advance the 1 meter queue to place my order.

Fast food eh?

Like I said as I left the counter:

"Fast food my arse!"

And of course the other queue I was not lining up in had faster service, typical.

<sarcasm> what better first entry of the month than a rant? </sarcasm>

=P