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yesterday, some random stranger added me on MSN and proceeded to hit on me thinking i was a female. anywayz, i told the dude he was barking up the wrong tree coz i was a guy and i love women too much to be gay. somehow, the thick-skulled nincompoop could not understand simple english and continued yakking away. now, i am a very diplomatic person at all times, but this guy was seriously desperate i guess. so i finally went against my principles and told him to STFU. he took offense and then later realized i could be a dude after all. sorry there mate to break your heart. oh well…thinking the deed was done and i had not only stabbed him in the heart but twisted the knife as well, i attended to the influx of calls.

somehow, mr. wrong (heh heh heh) decides to start shit with me again. i ignored him for the most part until he commented on the flower emoticon i had to accompany Limpet & Floppie. that was the final straw, which broke the camel’s back. i told him to F*CK OFF and i didn’t give a FLYING F*CK what he thought about it. no one disses my pets. asshole had it coming. to end the drama, i blocked the f*cker and deleted him. mr. wrong, you have just been erased. thanks and bye. a word of advice for you, stop being so desperate and go for some english classes dude. god knows you really need it. also, when a guy or gal says NO, they mean it. you hear me aight?!

this is the first time i had an encounter on MSN. now my handphone…that’s a whole new ball game. i get random calls from total strangers wanting to be friends or looking for “thamby” or insert some random indonesian name here. some of my mates must giving my number out to random strangers. oy! if i find out, who the devil it is…somebody gonna get hurt real bad. c’mon guys. stop screwing up. at least pass it on to the good looking ladies you will be doing me a huge favour, honest. i will buy you a drink then. now…i feel like punching your face coz you’re slacking off.

this will be the first and last time, i promise. trust your gut (pun intended) when it comes to food. i had this cup of ramen sitting in my locker since God knows when. i scanned the packaging for the expiry date, but could not find any. this should have served as my first warning. so i figured, hey what the heck. it’s dried foodstuff and decided to go ahead in chowing them stale ramen.

my second warning should have hit home right there and then, but i blame it on the mild flu i am having. it kinda screws with your judgement. the seasoning packet felt stiff to the touch and i found the powder had lumped into this solid block of cancer causing chemical additive. someone was trying to tell me something, but i chose not to listen. add some hot water and then closed the lid and let thermal magic work its’ stuff.

now, i have tasted many types of ramen (instant noodles) in my life. none as foul as this! the ramen itself had this plastic-ky taste to it. hooray for my blocked nose, i was waylaid into thinking it was the freeze-dried mushrooms. however, after two forkfulls, something told me to stop or be doomed and so i complied. i then decided it would be better to go out for lunch. i’ve been couped up in the office in front of my monitor long enough, the past couple of days.

fast forward to a much later time, nausea hit me like a fat stinking whale (no offense to the poor persecuted mammals) and for the third time in my entire life, i felt like puking my guts out. thankfully, a steady stream of work from my “faithful” users kept me busy. i still felt like shit throughout the period of time though. oh wahey! turns out the 2 forkfulls must have packed a punch in my guts. i am now officially “poisoned” by a cup of suspicious ramen. i should have just said yes to Dory’s offer of good old Gardenia bread, so good you can even eat it on its’ own.

so boys and girls…what is the moral of the story? stay the hell away from ramen with no expiry date, which has been sitting in your locker for ages and then ignoring all the warning signs of impending gut-busting, puke-inducing, head-thomping unadulterated vile evil…where was i? oh yeah…eat healthy and stay away from the junk food. stay safe. i’m gonna go see if i can get the crap, out of my system.

shooting the breeze with my buddy today, he suddenly asked me an interesting question. do women especially adore men, who can cook, without having to bring out the entire state’s fire department? not one to be ambiguous, i think it’s best to narrow this down to dishes, involving raw goods rather than instant noodles, canned food and the such. what we would want, is a simple 3 course meal combined of a soup, meat dish and a vegetable dish. dessert is optional, but would be an added advantage.

so ladies, how does this sound? would you prefer mr. chef over mr. tough guy, who conviniently doesn’t cook?

i had no choice in life. parents were down to earth people and made sure both my sister and i could cook to save our lives. my best memory of cooking was my struggle with half-thawed fish. my mom nearly died laughing when she saw me with the wok cover like a shield, whilst i slid the fish into the hot oil. laugh all you want mom. at least i didn’t get hot oil flying all over my hands. let me tell you, water (ice crystals in this case) and hot oil are a big no-no. years later, i am now immune to sprays of hot oil. yay!

anyone wanna share stories of their cooking experience or lack thereof?

i would have never imagined working in Collections, would have taught me some really cool stuff. it was really nice to be able to provide peace of mind to people, who are mourning the loss of a husband, a father and a bread-winner of the family.

imagine a man passing away, leaving behind his wife and 3 kids. one studying medicine in India. another in college and secondary school, respectively. matters would be better if he had an insurance policy, but he did not. what’s to happen to the family now? they have just lost their sole bread-winner. to make matters worse, he had a credit card debt amounting to around 18,000. this was not on foolish spending mind you. it was medical bills, which the man charitably paid for close relatives and acquaintances.

thankfully, i still remembered the legalities involved in this scenario. for the benefit of my readers, here goes. the bank can NOT force the family of the principal card holder to take responsibility of this debt. even if they were supplementary card holders, the bank can only request if they are able to pay back whatever sum owing in the principal’s account. the procedure, is to bring the original death certificate of the deceased (principal card holder) to the mentioned bank and informed them that, they are either able to pay what they can afford or that they are unable to do so. the bank cannot and should not pressure them to pay the outstanding amount. if there are threats and force involved, they can take legal action against the bank.

some banks do offer some credit shield services, which means that insurance will cover whatever amount is owed to the bank, in the eventuality of death. this of course incurs a small monthly fee, but it will provide ease of mind to the family members.

funny how a plastic card can bring so much pain and suffering to people. i have seen too many ugly things brought by this. so is it all worth while? my answer is, do you really need it?

i envy the good old days when i was young and carefree. nothing much to worry about except, which cartoon to watch and how many ice creams to eat. growing is tough. you suddenly have the whole world breathing down your neck, expecting you to be someone. hey hey, back off. let me take my own sweet time growing, okay. thanks.

a new week, brings new dilemma. a hell week just went pass, with a tough week in progress. trudging on slowly, helps me bring things back into perspective. i am once again dealt a difficult hand in life. no aces in hand this time. sometimes, i kinda wish i didn’t have to make these decisions.

sometimes, i just feel like like lifting my head and hands in the sky and shout, “WHY ME??!!!!” just like the movie, Bruce Almighty. wonder if i will ever get to be God for a day after that i’ll send down fire and rain on all the people, who pissed me off. die! MUAHAAHAHAHAH. okay okay…i admit i’ve got some anger issues. gah gah and double GAH! gonna stop here now. *sulks in work cubicle*

today, i shall request the kind help from all my friends to answer a question posed to me recently. “how obvious should someone get before the other person realizes it?”. this is of course in relation to how obvious must you be, to actually get the other person to notice that you are noticing them. confusing eh. let me just draft you some of the “things” attempted by the poor bloke lately:

1) it’s freaking irritating to see him start sms-ing every single time he has the opportunity, to say ‘hi’ to the lady

2) he has offered to send her home now and then. trying to be the valiant knight in shining armour, i presume

3) he has asked her out for lunch countless times

4) has personally attended to her when she was feeling ill and made it a point to go out of his way to show his “caring” side

5) has asked her politely for a movie date

sounds like a doormat, just like me hang in there <name withheld for privacy reasons>, the good blog buddies may just have some answers for you. so my friends, do you think it is obvious enough the poor sod is interested in the lady. or does he have to literally write it down in black and white and send it via snail mail? because i think he might just do this. act of desperation on the lonely bachelor’s part.

admittedly, i’m also curious on your opinions. based on my past experiences, the lady maybe playing it cool, i guess. or, she is just really un-interested. since, i’ve re-joined the rat race, i figured it wouldn’t hurt to start updating myself again on the finer points of courtship and dating. hehe. shan, i think we should start forming a support group of some sort for the “doormat dudes”. i suggest the name, “hopeless anonymous”. so fire away people! Yvy, what do you think? good to hear from the ladies side as well on this.

i got off work earlier than usual yesterday. my cousin brother from Thailand was down in Malaysia for a business trip and he wanted to have dinner. picked him up at the Pan Pacific Glenmarie and proceeded to Subang Parade for some wine and dine. ended up in this local cafe, which served some local cuisine, something he looked forward to tasting. ironically, his tour included a Thai luncheon instead of the local fare. what were those people thinking? anywho, the chow was okay, but a tad bit pricy.

took him for some light shopping at a nearby supermarket. he was looking for stuff generally not found back home. this included a Mirinda in Raspberry flavour and some assorted food stuff. whilst walking, he asked me if it was possible for a short stop at Malaysia’s tallest landmark, the Petronas Twin Tower. i figured it wouldn’t hurt and so we drove to the city centre. the traffic on the way was BAD. usually this would point to 2 things, police or an accident. it was the latter and being Malaysians, the local punters stopped smack in the middle of the road to get their 4-digit vehicle number hoping to become rich the next day. come on people, have some pity for the poor bloke, whose car was totalled. needless to say, the opposite lane/carriage was also experiencing a sudden crawl. accidents must be contagious, i figure.

after the ‘excitement’, it was once again smooth sailing and that was when i caught a glimpse of the Towers, the other being the KL Tower. my cousin brother whipped out his camera and started taking some pretty good shots of the landscape. it was at this moment, when i realized just how much we take things for granted in life. it was a sight to behold. both the Towers were brightly lit and stood out like some futuristic beacon in the dark night. i couldn’t help but feel a little nostalgic.

often, we journey through life, pretty much disregarding irrelevant things around us. once a while, stopping to catch your breath, your breath gets taken away by the simple things in life. it’s a refreshing change of perspective and i encourage everyone to try this. life’s too short to be pissed all the time. this is what i am learning to accept as my motto now. take care my fellow readers. hope you have a fulfilling day ahead. God Bless…

today, i shall embrace the truth of these words. i know Shan is going through what I am experiencing right now. we just can’t win…period. when we act nice, we end up as doormats. when we act bad-ass, we get labeled pricks. what gives?

i try to forget about all the bad experiences in the past, but come to realize that i have been patient for far too long. people take you for granted and sometimes don’t even acknowledge we are living, breathing and interacting beings on Earth. wow, some reality check this is. this is the last straw that broke the camels back. i am sooo freakin’ sick and tired. I AM NOT YOUR NICE GUY, TO BE MADE A DOORMAT! get that into your head. yeah, i know i am going to catch flak for this, but i have this urge to rip someone’s head off and figured a little lunacy in my blog would help me release some pent up frustration, anger and disappointment at some people. time for anger management classes.

note to all you mr. nice people out there, it’s time we stood up and quit letting sick shyt slide. we only encourage them to abuse us. hear me out, try changing it bit by bit. let’s show them that nice, does not equal doormat. thanks for listening.

if there is one thing i learned from a young age, it’s to never hope too much. the more you hope and expect, the more painful the experience. that’s not to say i don’t hope at all. after all, it’s said that this was all that was left in Pandora’s box, which slipped into this material world.

my latest lesson in life has been a sobering experience. initially, i thought of keeping it inside, but i think Blue Angel is right. opening up is part of the healing process, they say. 5 years…5 years of building and maintaining a relationship. lot of sweat, blood and tears involved and it comes to an abrupt end. i admit, things were never really stable, but it provided me with a false sense of security. at least i was spared the rat-race in life, for a moment.

it’s ironic how the unstable relationship actually survived 2 year of long distance relationship (LDR). i guess i was getting too comfortable and as a Capricorn, we tend to stick to the ‘tried and tested’ paths. was it worthwhile? you betcha! i learnt many things from this relationship and i hope the experience has been mutual. two individuals can never really agree on everything, but with a little love and luck, things can grow. thus was my case.

frankly speaking, i don’t really know if we can remain friends, although i would like to think we could. it’s just one of those unwritten rules in broken relationships 101. i guess time will tell if both of us will ever grow out of this phase. i apologize for the incoherence in my posts, but that is exactly what is going on in my head now. i’ll blog more later. brains need a little rest.

dear God…it was kinda cool you made sense of my muddled mind. it was kinda freaky how you sort of answered my prayers though. so boys and girls…the old adage holds true. becareful of what you wish for, because it may just come true.

it is amazing how things have a way of “happening”. never ceases to amaze me, this thing called Life. suddenly, it feels like my lease of Life has been renewed.

does this answer the riddle to my absence? well, maybe yes and maybe no. but i do humbly apologize to the readers of this blog for the gap. would you like to hear about the recent cookout i attended? well, here goes…

so happens, my colleagues decided to have a BBQ to kick back during the weekend. after the monthly team meeting, i had to attend some training to support a new service. cool! learning more stuff each time. then came the exciting part, grocery shopping for the “goods”. it’s been a while since i went out and this was a nice change indeed, in my mundane life. we scooted back to michelle’s place to get the stuff ready. been a while since i’ve stepped into the kitchen and got my hands dirty. suffice to say, we were late. however, the BBQ was great. good food, good company and good laughs. another picture perfect addition in my memory.