difficult yet necessary

ok. i have found the cure. the very much needed cure for most of us. other than spending a brief fifteen minutes on a porn site, here's an alternative.

they rally round the family

i have a meeting after lunch. with multiple presentations to do. with multiple incomplete presentations. i had to come back last nite just to ensure all respective contractors from the previous event dismantle everything accordingly and on time. went to sleep at 3am in the morning. i'm a zombie now.

now, i'm experiencing some sort of a nervous breakdown. similar to what cobain had during their infamous concert in rome. i feel like running around and point my middle finger to everyone. not so civilized eh?

just had my breakfast at 11.00am. brunch? whatever. i need to go out, meet some clients and spend the next two hours finalizing the list for my project.

is it true you can't say things like changing or selling your car while you're in it? because it will react against the idea or worst, towards the idea. ever since i mentioned about changing my car, it started to give me headaches. numerous problemos man! shite!

anybody seen my piggy bank?

yun nam hair care centre

i'm having a problem. it is very, very alarming. i'm starting to lose my hair at a very alarming rate. everytime after shower, towel-dry is what most of us would do but it is just not right for me anymore. seeing those hair falling like leaves in a storm, turning into a weeping willow tree is not a fascinating sight.
what should i do? spend a major portion of my salary over those "save your hair before it's too late" packages or just blindly buy some hair tonic from mr tom, dick and harry?
this is all about confidence. i can't be losing hair at this age. i still need good sex and losing hair means i won't be getting any!
help!

hot for teacher

presentation.
i was assigned to do a presentation on event management. this isn't the first time. as a matter of fact, we've travelled to various high schools. kluang, batu pahat, segamat etc. but last nite, i had to do a similar presentation, only, to a different audience. i mean, they are all HLI students. from UiTM Segamat.
i arrived just about time. scheduled timeslot was 8.00pm. 5 minutes after setting up, the floor was all mine. thank god, it went down well.

workshop session.
as usual, we conducted a workshop for them. they were to present to us a yearly planner of proposed promotional events. man, i feel so much like a responsible citizen then.

funny though as the audience was more or less my age. what kept me going was, there are at least three lovely girls sitting right in front of the rostrum.

if it wasn't an official duty, you know what i'll be doing.

sex is the quickest way to ruin a friendship

all day i dream about sex. that's a.d.i.d.a.s for those not in the know. frankly, sex is the subject lingering in my mind for the past few weeks. lingering, see what i mean?...sexy, lacy lingerie.shit!
girls. they are weird sometimes. all the time to some. this week alone, two girls showed signs that they need something. badly need something. speaking of which, i'm your ever-willing saviour to offer a helping hand, erm, weenie. and you know where i'm getting at.

i saw will ferrell (he's my hero, i must admit) in blades of glory the other night. he's an addict in the movie. a sex addict.
chazz>>>"hi, my name is chazz michael michaels. i'm a sex addict"
all>>>>>"hi chazz"
chazz>>>"so sorry for being late. i was having sex. i mean lots and lots of sex" "there's this girl..
facilitator>"yeah okay chazz" "break it up"

and i thought, so much like myself...haha...

last nite, a girl sent me a rather jaw-dropping sms. we chatted and it came to the most celebrated subject of mankind, sex. she asked my opinion on the subject. my reply was....

"i'm a man. boys will always be boys. we can still do it without the presence of love" we are more interested in satisfying each other's sexual desire especially when there's no strings attached."

she went, "hmm, that's horrible. well, i'm having my period but if you want me to suck your d**k, i can do it for you. so when will it be?

i was like, is this for real? being a gentleman that i am (cheh), i replied "well, maybe some other day. i could use a good nite sleep now"" so see ya".

any comments?

my happiness by powderfinger is a good song

i couldn't find the time to watch blades of glory.
i smoke my Camels like sex for newly-weds.
i haven't been eating my fav beef noodle at roost cafe.
i haven't seen jas for nearly a week. lemau also.
i skipped my lunch a few times lately.
i feel like killing my office mate for his stupidity.
i can barely sleep on time at night lately.
i am expected to bid farewell to my weekends.
i haven't been updating my blog for weeks.
i am sick and tired of a certain, sick female companion.
i noticed a sudden interest in the weird sound of radiohead's amnesiac.
i am about to lose my voice. i stopped taking sedilix. no point, i still cough like a dying leper.
i got a ticket for speeding. please, not all cops are corrupted.

still, i believe that bad things happens. to good men.
a few good men.

ok, now that's better. back to business.

pornography kills

chapter 1-love and relationships

nothing much can be said about the abovementioned. one thing for sure, i'm more interested in getting between their legs rather than to commit myself in a serious, potentially lifelong relationship. lead me to myself, please..

chapter 2-career and commitments
my plate is full. very, very extraordinarily full. trying to catch my breath whilst writing this, i was given another task this morning. the GM gave a remark suggesting something like this "u did a good job on that, now try this". man, u got to be kidding me.

chapter 3-all in all
all i can expect in the months or maybe weeks to come, i'll be travelling a lot. actually, i'm looking forward to it. i love to travel. only, i haven't found the way. to travel without moving. no booze, weed or any mind-altering substance. no jas, you can't help me with this...hehe....

pretty faces in a happy talk

i feel good. they brought a guitar to the office. my car is fixed and i'm listening to muse. i can feel the adrenaline rush in my body synchronizes with "plug in baby". there are only three of us in the office. and that's why i feel good.

i've been suffering from weeks of bad cough. haven't fully recovered yet. and the syrup tastes like shit, if you must know. (sarsaparilla flavour my ass!).

had a meeting yesterday. me and a colleague will be sent to sarawak in the near future to meet someone from sarawak tourism board. "is there a possibility that this trip be postponed to july?", i asked. they said no with a capital N.

TUE 07-04-17 2.30pm

as at 2.32pm today.

one of the decisions derived from yesterday's meeting was not to extend this fella's promo. so when i met him this morning, he started to bombard me with all the scheduled weekend's activities which was never mentioned earlier. trying to remain as calm as possible as usual, i said with a smile that this one must acquire a written permission from me GM. sorry man, i can't help you this time.

right after this appointment, met with another tenant who just came back from dubai. he presented me with a key-chain and a long tale from the middle east. from one story to another, we finally called it a day. only after nearly two hours. thanks man! (for the key-chain only).

it is surfacing at last. i'll be on leave for seven days. one whole week with no plans. nothing. nada. KL? Batam? Singapore? i'm calling a meeting this afternoon.

yesterday, today and tomorrow

yesterday.

had a meeting with our top echelons. with nothing much to report. i succeeded to manipulate the whole situation into discussing about our new project. phew! the plate is getting full and there's just too many things to get done.

today.

GM went to KL this morning. the first thing i did was applying for my leave for our pangkor's trip. HOD out for an appointment. everyone in the office had to suffer the consequences as my mp3 player is playing deftones and old metallica stuffs. our neighbours must be cursing us by now. that's how loud the volume is.

tomorrow.

what am i going to do tomorrow? i shall think about it today. but now, i'm going out. moonlighting.

classics and antiquities

upon seeing dave's latest entry about his achievement on the consumption of the player, i said "damn lucky!". i saw one a few months ago, HMV player selling for RM 600.00 which i thought was quite expensive at that time. seeking advise from self-proclaimed consultants, they told me that i could get those stuffs at a much cheaper price in jonker street of malacca. less than a week, the beauty was bought by someone!

damn!

i'm currently looking for "seterika ayam" made of brass (they're selling it for RM 350.00 here). also, if you happen to see things like;
1. old singer hand-operated sewing machine + wooden box.
2. aquarium-like tv. (yo jas, can you actually get it for me?).
3. old wooden trunk (big enough to hide a girl on a risque rendezvous).
4. old bird cage (the one full of ethnic carvings).
5. old furniture

*to mr david, don't you worry about the cargo fee. i'll bear the cost.hehe.

david is here >>>http://nobleconjecture.blogspot.com/

be selfish to be yourself

i fell asleep whilst watching "my name is earl" last nite. starving like a poor somalian, i went out to grab some munchies. there i met with a group of aged folks doing a reminiscence of the good old days. and so i sat there listening with very much interest in the subject matter. these are typical fellas who can really spend hours and hours of small talk over a single cup of coffee.

i heard someone said about his glorious days as a lorry driver. exchanging punches, boozes, weed and girls was an essential part of their daily diet. days when you can actually buy something weighing more than your balls with a 5-cent-coin.

retrospectively-speaking, back in 1997 or 98, u can still find an x-rated movie screening in a local cinema. the foul-smelling dirty seats was never an issue. it can never hinder the temptations. and the most disgusting thing is, if you look real hard, you'll get the glimpse of the whitish secretion of the male reproductive organ on the floor. no big deal. 90% of the patrons were intoxicated to notice that.

those were the days. people are becoming more civilized these days.
they do it in the toilet stalls.

so that weird thing is also an aphrodisiac?

well spent

it was an easter weekend. stretched until monday for it was the birthday of sultan of johore, as well as mine...:) i did nothing except frequented the level 5 of city square running my own movie marathon for three consecutive days.

first it was, the reaping.
we were thinking that being amongst the first to watch "jangan pandang belakang" would be the coolest thing to do that day. unfortunately, we couldn't get not even a decent seat. first three front rows are for wussies, therefore we decided to watch the reaping instead. b-list movie.

then, jangan pandang belakang.
the only malay horror movie in, perhaps, 3 years. i've nothing against malay movie production but they will always end up with too many loose ends and WTF moments. this one was quite ok though.

after that, teenage mutant ninja turtles.
i failed to read the fact that it was an animated movie. also, the fact that there's no shredder is inevitably frustrating. man, TMNT with no shredder is like going out on a first date, not wearing anything underneath. you thought "it's ok", but no it is not ok....haha...

i spent my birthday playing pool and on that day itself, went for a seafood dinner.
there are too many things to share and too many things to hide. i'm officially 26 and still, i didn't find it alarming to settle down and start having a family of my own. don't they think it is considerably early to have such a commitment?

i have ideals. i have secrets. i have principles. and i also believe in divine intervention.

and the rest is history.

the beauty of gray

caught in between. black and white. love-hate relationship.

battling our inner demons is an ongoing burden. we fell victim to the temptations despite the fact that it was perhaps, morally, wrong. as we love to do something, surely, we hate to suffer the post-traumatic effect. can we not feel the guilt wrapping us like a cocoon and hugging us like a hungry bear after every wrongdoings?

we're just human. now does that come from the saint, or is it the sinner side of your mind?

white lie from a black heart.

ritual de lo habitual

posters i stumbled upon on a porn site. classics!

losing control in a controlled environment

a man in prison would do anything to keep his mind occupied. while doing his time, he might be drawing on the wall, counting the sheeps in his head, solving jigsaw puzzle and just about anything to avoid becoming institutionalized. now that's the word. institutionalized. today's lesson will revolve around the concept of institutionalization.

i came across that term in that movie, shawshank redemption. mr redd, played by morgan freeman, said about what became of their old friend who spent two-third of his life in the pen. now, has it got anything to do with me, or generally, us?

yes. indeed. i get bored easily. i hate routines. i hate the fact that i have to go through the same route to work. perhaps, most of us couldn't be bothered with these facts. i don't know. i hate to do the same thing again and again. i have developed an overwhelming hatred against my job. i no longer enjoy doing it. have i become institutionalized? i'm about to, man!
therefore, to avoid becoming another victim of institutionalization, i took a drumming lesson. sent my guitar for repair work which left a hole in my pocket. bought a laney amp. good news is, i have acquired the balance of yin and yang. inside and outside. phew!

conclusion.
the concept is true. work-wise, people will become complacent with what they're doing. with what they've been doing. as a result, quality is no longer an issue. "i'll do it for the sake of getting it done" kind of mentality. as long as they're occupied, then it's fine.

what say you?

en la primera versión

mukhsin

latest in the pipeline by critically-acclaimed local filmmaker, yasmin ahmad. bringing new dimension to our shore, she left malaysians and many jaw-dropped via sepet and gubra. i've seen both and i've given my credits where it was due.

mukhsin is about love at first sight. short-lived romance that mostly everyone went through, the way i comprehend it. yasmin succeeded in capturing the attention through the zany characters of orked's parents, and maid. but the movie is about mukhsin and yet, a lot of plots and emphasizes, stresses that orked is the protagonist.

i also noticed that the audience, including myself, enjoyed the colourful behaviors of the parents. in awe but not something near to relate to. is there such a parents or we can only find it in a movie?

all in all, i had fun. 7/10 for yasmin. raise your hats fellas, the movie was screened in front of international audience in germany. kudos!

*every single language on the face of the earth is exceptionally beautiful. bahasa malaysia used in the movie encompasses innuendo, personification, idiom and sarcasm but sadly, it was all washed away by the english translation. the subtitle intended for international audience ended up to be monotonous to their ears. don't you agree? (leave your comments).

seven deadly sins in a saint

a wolf in sheep's clothing.
i don't know how much longer can i hang in here, pretending not knowing anything and be that hypocrisy flag-bearer. bee-ya-tchhh!!

300
a good movie. about spartans. the bravery, spirit and unity. storyline similar to 13th warrior where the 300 creme de la creme were sent to the battlefield to protect their motherland against the invasion of tens of thousands of persian army.

shaken but not stirred
a girl two floors below my office passed out during the earthquake incident last tuesday. a good and a bad thing, i thought, as i was in KL when it occurred. the bad thing is everyone went home early. i would've sneaked in with a girl and do it in the office, in a broad daylight. on a tuesday. how cool can that be?