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i was watching the idiot box on Monday night and i happen to click on the Animal Planet channel and was slightly fascinated with the documentary airing. it was about culture amongst the animal kingdom. this was specifically seen from the macaques (a kinda of primate) in Japan. the first section targeted the hotspring-loving macaques, who learn to harness the geothermal energy in sub-zero temperatures. the researchers then plodded down to warmer weather to check in on another bunch of macaques. this group was located on an isolated Japanese island. researchers speak of a genius macaque named Imu, who was smart enough to wash sweet potatoes in the salty seawater for flavour and cleanliness of course. he also developed the technique of scooping a pile of grain and soaking them in shallow waters to separate it from sand before picking and eating it.

my attention was focused on one macaque, he was nicknamed Limpet. he was really small. the reason why he was small was because his mother died and he had no nourishment other than grain. in the wild, a young animal barely makes it into adulthood without parents. i was moved by the entire life of this small creature. how it struggled against all odds to survive without much help. it was devastating to find out that poor Limpet died two weeks after the shooting of that documentary. he was mentioned in the closing credits. today’s blog is dedicate to this young macaque. there were many things, which flashed into my head after this documentary.

i am an animal lover so to speak and i do not understand how in the world the 2 presenters, could have just left poor Limpet knowing that it would not survive in the wild as the odds were just to great against him. i have seen many other documentaries of orphaned cubs and such being cared for in captivity and re-introduced to the wild. why could not these 2 people see that Limpet needed that same care?!!!! it just pissed me off to no end. must an animal be on the highly endangered list, to be granted this privilidge called LIFE?!!! how could they leave knowing that he would not have made it without human intervention. i will never know the answers to these questions unless i can stare those two in their face and call them murderers. how those final days for poor Limpet must have been a Herculean effort. i feel sick and have been sick since the documentary ended. i have not slept well thinking about it. it just seems so wrong and unsettling. i can recall his poor face full of fear and yet fighting for his dear life.

i have e-mailed the Animal Planet channel via their website contact to see how i can get in touch with the presenters or how did Limpet pass away. i wish i could make a change, but my only hope is to ensure that nothing of this sort will repeat itself. this is in memory of Limpet. a primate, who i never knew until March 28, 2005. he will be always remembered.

emo: crushed…

there is a point in time, where reality slaps you in the face. you are not the only one, the world revolved around. in fact, we are insignificant in the slipping sands of time. i feel like my whole world has collapsed around me at this moment. the harshness of reality rears it’s ugly head. there is nothing much i can do or say to change the impending ‘end’ of it all. i guess, we both knew, one of the roads may have lead to this conclusion. we both told ourselves to be prepared, but easier said than done. the question now remains, should we continue living the lie we tell ourselves, or do we severe all ties to end this painful reality.

i’ve fallen hard before, but this is beyond what i have ever exprienced. it’s harder to part when you still have ideals and dreams for one another. maybe in another lifetime perhaps. i have nothing much left to say and i am overcome by the despair of the situation. there is nothing left to do but to cling to whatever Hope is left.

emo: sadness and a sense of extreme loss

i met monkey via a friend about a week ago. what started out as a harmless conversation, is now the reason i’m penning my thoughts down. how is it possible for a person to convey mutual feelings, without having ever met the other party? in recent conversations, i have gathered, that she is in college, studying IT. she has similar taste, as I, and generally seems like a fun person. this however, doesn’t lessen the stigma of online relationships. maybe i am analyzing this too much, but things have sped up considerably. it just baffles me, how easy things are now compared to my past experiences. could it be due to the fact, that i have gained much more knowledge of the fairer sex over the years, to actually come across as a viable ‘candidate’?

i am sure many, are faced with similar questions and are in similar situations as me. the advent of the Internet, has opened many portals for companionship and empowers women to be proactive rather than reactive. times are a-changing. women have stepped out of the shadows, into the limelight. i say, good for them. it’s about time too, but i’ll save this for another blog. there’s monkey business to attend to now.

emo: you know how a deer feels like when it is staring into the headlamps of a vehicle, that’s about to hit it? something similar along that lines. more of a train-wreck actually.

if malaysian dudes (generalization) were to go to war with rifles, and shoot like they do in the washrooms/restrooms/loo/lavatory/toilet, i guess half our army would be decimated even before the opposition fires a single round. why, you ask? coz they can’t aim for jack!!! they can hit anything besides the bowl. the floor, the pipes, the cover but not the GODDAMN bowl! what the hell is wrong with these dudes?! you’re suppose to shoot, not spray! is that so hard a concept to sink in? i have had enough of stepping into a cubicle only to find a puddle of yellowy piss on the floor or on the cover, as a matter of fact, all over the friggin loo.

i wonder how the fairer sex fares on this issue. it’s just so wrong people. this occurance is under ‘normal’ circumstances; read everyday problem. there have been worse encounters. i nicknamed the dude, the shitter. he leaves his package on the floor on the cubicle and closes the door slightly to snare unsuspecting victims. along comes another dude, who has to answer the call of nature URGENTLY and half rams, half pushes the door open and walks in. he is greeted with a foot full of sh!t. what gives people? it’s a battlefield in the toilets here in malaysia. minefields, stray ‘bullets’. brace yourselves my fellow duders, and tread with caution in…the malaysian loo!!

that’s it for todays rant. i will dig up more fantastic issues, which has always bugged me.

emo: mind step, mind loo, mind numbing is more like it 

i look back and marvel at how times have changed. technology, country, world and many more. one thing doesn’t change much from what i see though. i like to call them my friends. this is a dedication to those heroes and heroines, who have stood the test of time and tribulations. through thick and thin. they have stood by me or beside me or above me and below me. stood by me when we were as a team. beside me when i needed the support. above me when i needed a pull. below me when i needed a lift. we may have chosen different paths in life, but our bond remains steadfast. how long? only time will tell.

i recently had two days off and since my parents were in South Africa, i decided to re-setablish some loose ties between fellow mates. we wanted to visit redang island, but the tour agency wa such a rip-off. fools wanted to wash their hands clean of certain travel arrangements. how the hell is this suppose to help our tourism industry? how are we suppose to promote our country to foreigners, when we can’t even look after our own citizens. why the double standards practiced here? go figure. so much for the Cuti Cuti Malaysia campaign. millions on advertising wasted due to imbeciles. they’d better buck up and learn from our neighbours Thailand and Singapore. well, suffice to say, we ended up in good old Port Dickson again at the weekend house. thank goodness the grass was kept in check due to the dry bout recently. 3 glorious days at the beach. what was missing most of the time, was the crowd. i guess the tsunami really hit people hard, both mentally and spiritually. however, the saying holds true, less man more share.

i believe what my dad said is true. it’s not all about the place, it’s also the company. i really enjoyed our laughs and craziness. the bbq, the gin rummy league, the beachin and the seafood binge. forget about work for a bit and let loose. the irony of all this is, i’m typing this from work. it’s clear i have a lot of catching up to do. wish me luck.

emo: melancholic

how many times have you received this response from the dreaded, evil flesh-eating, brain-sucking, gut-wrenching, belly-aching net LOLler? i saw a cute cat today…LOL. this dude jumped off the building…LOL. omg that is so funny…LOL. i love you…LOL.

how did the net word, LOL come to be? who was the first person to think of replacing my beloved haha, hehe, hihi, hoho, with a LOL? is it due to the fact that it rolls of the tongue? LLLLLOOOOOOOLLLLL lol-tastic, lol-reffic, lol-bunga, a-lol-ha, lol lol lol lol.

my everyday conversation is now plagued with LOLs. lol this, lol that, don’t lol that. lol there. lol here. lol everywhere. how can three letters change the entire existence of a sane laugh, soooo much? keep your LOLs and other loller-tastic words. i don’t want your half eaten [LOL]lipop. a simple haha, hehe, hoho or whatever you’re inclined to use would suffice to replace this abomination of a net word, LOL! so don’t you LOL at me for this LOL topic today. it’s is not a LOL matter. it is serious. take note LOLlers. LOL no more. LOL-less. LOL-shush. LOL far far away. LOL alone. LOL in your sleep. just don’t, don’t LOL here. got it?

emo: LOL…LOL…LOL!!!!!

how would you rate your communication skills? are you good at listening? are you good at expressing yourself? communication is often the most overlooked factor in a relationship, be it friends, colleagues, family or even significant other. miscommunication, more often than not, is one of the main reasons for ‘fuck ups’. please excuse my language. i shouldn’t be cussing since i’m fasting, but this happens to be the most accurate description of some events that have come to pass.

take for instance, a person is at the table dining with a couple of friends and he/she can’t reach the salt shaker. there would be multiple ways to gain the possession of the salt shaker. let’s analyse a few from different perspective or viewpoints.

1) Get of the chair and walk over to retrieve it

2) Could someone please pass me the salt

3) Erm, Carl (substitute name), could you please pass the salt?

4) Hey pass me the salt

5) Pass the <insert vulgarity here> salt!

now let’s have a look at the first approach. the only person inconvinienced is you, as you would have to get up and get the salt yourself. not much interaction involved.

the second approach is a polite request open to the table, but secretly targeted at the person closest to the salt shaker.

the third approach would be a polite, yet direct request to the person you assume is closest to the salt shaker.

the fourth approach, is impolite and is a general request for the salt to be passed over.

the fifth, is plain outright rude and uncouth. generally unacceptable in most situations, unless called for.

i recently attended a customer service training course aimed at improving our customer ’soft-skills’. it was not difficult as i basically put on a mask and ‘voice’ on the job with customers. a little restraint and a lot of common sense will tell you that a screaming, shouting and rude customer will not be nice, if you were to mirror the same behaviour. what then? kill them with kindness. turn the other cheek to be slapped. this is just the theoretical approach, but is not practical in reality. what is practical is to bear with the situation. i don’t care if it is a clenched fist, teeth grinding or hair pulling. just take it like a sponge and try to focus on the task at hand, while speaking to these troublemakers. after the call or conversation, look for a healthy channel to unleash the fucking fury and anger pent up. bash that desk. kick that wall. punch that bag. break that pencil (not encouraged due to environmental issues). DISCLAIMER: i don’t take responsibility for any injured or fractured limbs for the above recommendations.

an integral part of my relaxation routine is music. i listen to a variety of music genre. R&B, pop, hip-hop, classical and so forth. each brings a different mood and different relaxation to emotional nerves. for those without the benefit of a music playing device, consider humming or singing your favourite song softly, lest ye disturb thy neighbours or colleagues.

there is more to pen, but i am running out of literative juice today. take care and relax. communicate if you can, if you can’t. smile and move on.

emo: nothing like a good ‘ol guilt trip, down misery lane

surprise surprise. the blog gal is back. with a new look, new outlook, new smile and…i wonder what else could be new. after a long absence from blogging, she finally wrote something today. i have only one thing to say, change is inevitable, but a change for good is contagious and refreshing.

there was a question put forth if my topics are aimed at any particular individual. some of you can relate well to what i have to say and i don’t blame you. i, myself, have to take partial blame of sometimes being the ‘do-er’. i’ll continue to blog on mindless stuff, which pops into my head and somehow it is very much relationship focused. don’t like it you say? well, bite me. muahahaha.

that’s all for now folks.

emo: if i were to tell you, i would have to kill you ^.^ V

it is not a spelling error. the title is intentionally left that way. something compelled me to write this down today. i must say, i really admire people, who are original. those that don’t give 2 cents of social status and just be, what they wanna be. even if it involves negative attitudes. at least you know to stay away from them.

the dangerous people are the ones, who put on a mask and pretend to be everything they are not, deep down inside. it’s like the female black widow luring her potential mates for procreation purposes and then turn out to be killers! well, it may just be a tad exaggerated, but it’s along those lines. from the first encounter, they seem charming, witty and everything, or almost everything you look for. These people are professionals, trust me. They tune-in to your reactions and mould their character on the fly to YOUR expectations. Once you’re hooked, thats the end of it.

to those, who happen to be these people, i mentioned. stop and ponder for a while. yes, you may get away with it, but there is only so far a maskerade can go on. the show has to end somewhere and sometime. once, the mask is off, you can be sure the relationship will crumble like ‘dust before the wind’. please excuse me for the cliche quoting. perhaps, like a cookie crumbling in a warm glass of milk, sounds more original? back to the topic. don’t be surprise if you are treated coldly and scorned, even hated. you brought it upon yourself and you can’t blame the other person for his/her reaction. deal with it! you didn’t think you would be awarded with an Oscar for your superb ‘performance’ did you? you’ve ruined that poor someones life. for what? personal conquests? S-E-X?

being true to yourself, may have adverse side effects though. you may lead a very lonely life. i can attest to this. the perks of having a face, which reads like a picture book for pre-schoolers. no one needs to guess my emotions, as i choose to display it clearly on my face. i have been told that this is bad and i should change yada. yada. yada. but hey, would you want it otherwise? i could be all nice and sweet, but deep down  inside, i could be plotting your gruesome demise. har har har!

hopefully, today’s blog will help some souls out there find their thread in the blanket of Life. G’day.

emo: melancholic and darn hungry!