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February 26, 2007 at 4:12 pm (Craps, Useless Information)

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Ooo.. That’s so hot. Fag.

February 26, 2007 at 3:24 pm (Craps, GY 白 TULAN, Tech, 星 Talk)

With Chinese New Year festivities pretty much been done and over with (technically it’s not, but fuck technicalities rite?), it’s time to get back to the real world. I havn’t been blogging for two reasons – I’ve been out of town for much of the holidays, and I don’t have internet access at home (or a computer at my internet enabled home home).

Anyways, I thought I’d start this post with a little bit of tech news. Remember the big hoo haa between Apple and Cisco over the rather unimaginative name “iPhone”? Well, the bout is over – the clash of loggerheads has been ended – but sadly, the much anticipated climatic volcano of gooey smackdown was never laid to anyone.

Here’s Apple’s official word on the case –

Cisco and Apple Reach Agreement on iPhone Trademark

SAN JOSE and CUPERTINO, California—February 21, 2007—Cisco and Apple® today announced that they have resolved their dispute involving the “iPhone” trademark. Under the agreement, both companies are free to use the “iPhone” trademark on their products throughout the world. Both companies acknowledge the trademark ownership rights that have been granted, and each side will dismiss any pending actions regarding the trademark. In addition, Cisco and Apple will explore opportunities for interoperability in the areas of security, and consumer and enterprise communications. Other terms of the agreement are confidential.

In a sentence – they kissed and made up, settled for shared custody and called it a day. Gay.

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I also would like to take this chance to make a confession. It’s not the manliest thing to admit to, but then at least I know that I’m not the only person in my circle who’s more than a little turned on by this sort of thing.

Yes, shamefully, I am admitting to being a fan of … *shrieks of horror* … celebrity gossip. Faridz has been a long time provider of celeb gossip on the Rendang blog for quite a while now, and he hasn’t been getting too much slack from anyone in particular, so I’m guessing it’s a safe topic to blog about (without fear of it damaging my manliness).

In honour of my new found time waster, I’m even creating a new catagory for shit regarding this, simply called 星 Talk (Xing Talk). FYI, it’s pronounced Xing like Sing, not like Zing or X-ray or Bangali Simi Sik.

Anyway, let’s get down to business – my inagural post is dedicated to the boys at Rendang for giving me the courage to step out of my comfort zone (bitching, whining, bitching, cussing, emo posts) and be a new aged man of many interests.

Osman Faridz, Razman and Johan, this one’s for you.

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Signing off before Harry’s wang wand mis-fires.

Cheers.

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Why not?

February 15, 2007 at 2:18 am (Craps)

Two years ago, a girl I knew asked me this question:

“Why can’t a girl and a guy be best friends?”

I replied:

“Of course they can.”

She rebuttled by adding a new word to the sentence:

“Why can’t a girl and a guy be JUST best friends.”

I boastfully announced:

“Of course they can!”

*Cutting a long story short, two weeks later, we found out that we I couldn’t be just friends with her didn’t want to be just friends with her. I developed a huge crush for her and the consequences weren’t pretty.*

Anyways, now that I’ve got GF, I reassessed the situation. It may make me sound shallow, but I think I can safely say that a girl and a guy can be best friends. It isn’t because I’m not single and desperate any more, but it’s just that I’m not single and desperate any more. Being single and desperate can put you through hell – it can fuck up friendships and more. It can fuck up your judgement on what is wrong and what is right. It can fuck up other peoples perceptions of you. It can fuck you up so badly, you could end up acting in a scat swapping video.

But the past is the past. Everyone has moved along.

So I guess that just as long as both the girl and the guy know that they are making a commitment here, then it should be all good. Yes, being best friends is making a commitment. It’s making a commitment that you won’t cross the line. It’s making a promise that you’ll know how to diffrenciate fact from fiction. It’s the drawing of a line that you cannot cross. It’s like putting you on a porn set, and telling you that your cock will be cut off if you do so much as touch the actresses (or actors, if that kinda thing floats your boat).

So I guess, in conclusion – yes, they can.

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V-day or D-day?

February 15, 2007 at 12:13 am (Craps, GY 白 TULAN)

Now before you roll your eyes at the first sight of the word “V-day”, give me a minute to make myself clear. This post is not going to be about how:

a) V-day sucks because I don’t have a date.
b) V-day sucks because it is a just another excuse to leech all your hard earn money.
c) V-day sucks because it is so passe.
d) V-day sucks becuase of (insert random reason here).

It is, however, going to to be about….

ANY FUCKING THING I WANT IT TO BE, BECAUSE THIS IS MY FUCKING BLOG. HAH!

But seriously, V-day came, and will leave in less than 20 minutes. Big fucking deal. I’m alive. I’m still in the office at 11.40PM, but hell, I’m alive.

Sure, I cringe at the fact that people are spending RM150 on a dozen roses, but I guess I’m blessed that my girlfriend comes from Cameron Highlands – which simply means that flowers to her are worth about as much as …. well … DIRT?

Also, since she’s working in Singapore, it’ll also mean that I’m spared from forking out a good portion of my monthly salary on a steak the size of my name card holder. Phew.

But in the end, I still kinda miss not having her around. The feeling sucks. It really does. But I guess there’s nothing I can do at the current moment but wait it out.

Back here in the office, I’m still freezing my balls off. The fever hasn’t dissapeared yet, and my tummy has been rumbling the whole day. I haven’t been eating much, so why the fuck is there so much shit (yes, I mean shit literally) coming out of my arse? Maybe it is due to some sort of freak chemical reaction where all my fats are melting down and are being discarded from my body in the form of shit. At this rate, I’ll be a fucking model by the time Chinese New Year arrives. I just hope by that time, the chemical reaction will stop, and I won’t continue to loose weight. I don’t want to look like fucking Skeletor, even though he is one cool mother fucker.

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So anyway, I’m here in the office at midnight. I pulled an all nighter yesterday, got 3 hours of sleep, and I’m pulling another all nighter now. Some of you might think I’m crazy, but hey, that’s the way it goes in my line. You get the choice of freedom – do everything at a consistant rate, and feel your life passing by you monotonously, or leave everything to the end and tap on your last minute inspirations to come up with kick arse articles, effectively freeing up the rest of the month for yum cha sessions in the middle of the day.

I guess it’s all down to bad habbits cultivated in uni (you know, do your assignment 2 hours before it’s due?). It’s gotten me through my one and a half years of journalism, so I don’t see why I should stop it now. It’s not like I’ve got kids to look after and a wife who’s waiting alone in the bed for me. I’m living a pseudo bachelors lifestyle now, so I guess I can afford to be a little bit of a loose canon.

But yes, today is D-day. Everything is due latest by tomorrow evening. This is because we want the layout of our March issue to be completed before the CNY break, which means my designer is also burning the midnight oil at home. We’ll be closing shop for a week, so I’ll probably spend an extra day in Camerons. Speaking of which, I have yet to buy the bakua and send my GF’s pictures for developing. FUCK.

D-day indeed.

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Life 2.0

February 13, 2007 at 1:22 pm (Craps, GY 白 TULAN)

I’m back from Singapore and I can safely say that I had a smashing trip. In a glimpse, I ate the biggest mother fucking burger in a fast food chain ever, I traveled on the MRT like a regular Singaporean and of course, I spent lots of time with my girlfriend.

But I’m back now, and I’ve moved into my new place already. I’ve still got a couple of things at home which I need to bring over, which I’ll probably do later on this evening. The place itself is quite nice. The condo unit is fucking huge, but I’m just happy with my room.

So far, I’ve got everything in place, but I plan to move my shit around already. I got to make space for the bigger TV, and I want to move my mattress a couple of feet away from the window. I can hardly get used to the pillows there – I woke up with a stiff neck. Tiu. But nvm. I got my pillow and boulster in my car. HAHA!

The place is looking good, but too bad I got no internet. Fuck man. Quite stress. Cant download porn. Cant chat MSN. Cant blog from home. I tried to jump on a wifi port, but all the AP’s were locked. :(  So sad man.

Looks like I’ll be spending most of my internet time in the office from now on lor.

Oh well, sorry for being a bitch, and having nothing interesting to blog about. Things are a in quite a mess at the moment, and I’m sick.

Fuck man I hate being sick. I got a fever and a runny nose over the weekend, and the infinite amount of panadol soluble, panadol flu and cold and normal panadol did not do any help at all. I bought the coolfever patch thingy, and that’s pretty shit too. It looks like a fucking sanitary pad which I’m supposed to stick on my forehead, but instead of a crimson red PERIOD blood inside it, it’s filled with some blue alien sperm looking thingy that makes my forehead cold.

I mean… FUCK I GOT FUCKING FEVER NOW. I FEEL FUCKING COLD. SLEEP WITHOUT FAN AND WITH BLANKET. WHY THE FUCK AM I STICKING AN ALIEN SPERM FILLED SANITARY PAD  THAT MAKES MY HEAD FEEL COLD TO MY ALREADY FREEZING BODY? Dumb rite?

Oh well.

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Moving On

February 8, 2007 at 11:08 am (Announcement, Craps, GY 白 TULAN)

Due to some unforseen circumstances, I will be moving out next week. Darrell and Gerard have been very nice to help me out in moving, and I really appreciate their help. I’ll be moving to the condo block next to my office, so I guess come next week, I’ll be a long overdue PJ boy.

I wonder how it’ll be like to move out. I wonder how it’ll feel to stay by myself. I’ve always wanted to move out for a very long time now, and I guess it’s due to many many things. I missed an opportunity to go overseas to study, and from what I see, that’s usually the first time someone moves out from home. Also, I guess that since I’m the only kid, moving out is not something I would usually have the chance to do.

Don’t get me wrong – I love my family. I love living at home. I love how I can just throw my dirty laundry on the floor and find them hanging in my cupboard two days later. I love how I can get out of my room and walk over to the fridge where a dozen mineral water bottles of water will be readily filled for me. I also love how I can chat with my mom whenever I want.

Even with such a good life, I always thought that moving out would be good for me. It could help me build my independance. It could help me shape my character. It would mean I can smoke in my room without having to open all the windows and lock the doors! Hahaha!

But hey, this time it’s inevitable. I have to move out, so I guess in some ways, my wish has come true.

I was up packing till 3am last night, and to be really honest, I didn’t pack much. I boxed up all the clothes hanging in my wardrobe, and took a look around my room. Fuck me. I had like a ton of shit. I couldn’t decide what to bring. I knew that even if I brought EVERY FUCKING THING over, most of the boxes would remain unopened for a very long time.

Sigh, I guess it’s the one vice I inherited from my mama – the habbit of hoarding. I never throw shit away. NEVER. But today I guess I’ll just move the essentials with my buddies help. The mattress has got to go, the TV, the plastic drawer thingies, my book shelf, my table and I’ll try to squeeze in my uber comfy computer chair. The rest of the shit like my baju, I think my Wira can handle.

I’m starting to get cold feet over the move but there’s no turning back now no matter what happens.

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Pretty A-Muse-ing

February 7, 2007 at 4:27 pm (Craps, GY 白 TULAN, Useless Information)

Muse. What’s the big deal about them?

All around me, I can hear/see people going crazy over them! Did I miss something out?

I saw their concert poster strung around town, and didn’t actually pay any attention to it till Lyn pointed them out. Aparently she was facing some rotten luck with their concert, because she was missing all the concert dates due to trips here and there. At that point of time, I could honestly say that I had never ever heard of their music before. God damn, to be totally honest, I actually thought those were the Il Divo posters. HAHA!!

But anyway, I guessed that since Lyn liked Muse, then they ought to be pretty good. When I got home, I downloaded obtained their album from bit torrent somewhere, and gave them a good listen. Guitar rifts and emo-ish tunes – sounded like a mashup of Coldplay (think Starlight) and Korn (two minutes through Assasin). But that was it. They didn’t leave a lasting impression on me.

I paid little attention to them. I listened to their album a few times in the office (am actually listening to it now too) , but I just couldn’t find the source of the mass hysteria I was witnessing. I mean … people were degrading themselves over the radio to score free concert tickets, and Hitz.fm proudly proclaimed that they were the only source left for these tickets. They were apparently already sold out?!

But why? How? Is Brit alt really making a come back? If it were the staple Brit bands like Coldplay or Blur or even fucking Travis, then I might understand. Even if it was an American band like Audioslave or Korn or My Chem Romance, I wouldn’t be shocked. But its fucking Muse. Who the fuck are they?

Oh well. Who cares. :)

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Pr0n!

February 7, 2007 at 4:10 pm (Craps, GY 白 TULAN)

I’m being completely honest when I say this – I’ve been overly obsessed with my blog stats these past few days, and I’ve been checking on them whenever I get the time to.

However, today’s check left me totally mindfucked.

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Even More Camwhoring

February 6, 2007 at 7:17 pm (Craps, Tech)

Now I know why I don’t own a digital camera. Fourth post today, but it’s all good.

Some new gadgets in my office today:

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It’s not just any notebook – it’s a MEGA BOOK.

 

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Box ripped apart – innards revealed.

 

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Mmm… MSI’s latest 12-inch notebook. Oops, I mean MEGABOOK.

 

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Driver CD, power cables, mouse (?!!?) and a Windows XP CD (WTF WHERES THE FUCKIN VISTA?!!)

 

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Oh? What’s this? A brand new C2D 20-inch iMac for the office, eh?

 

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The Apple find’s its place on the designers table, not mine. *sob*

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Lunch and Stuff

February 6, 2007 at 4:25 pm (Craps, Useless Information)

I’ve been in the office since 7AM today, so lunch time was a welcome escape from my desk. I had lunch at 1Utama today, so since I was there, I decided to pick up my bus tickets for my Singapore trip.

The Aeroline office was nice and comfy, so I guess waiting for the bus won’t be that boring. The staff were surprisingly chirpy today too. Weird huh? Oh well. More cam shots from the Samsung NV3 coming up…

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I was listening to Hitz.fm this morning, and they mentioned something about an autographed broom stick. I guess that word stuck in my mind…

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Shotos of my 3 hour lunch break @ Chatterbox, 1Utama.

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Tickets! Picture shot using the NV3’s “Text” mode.

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RM80 a piece. The price we pay for convenience….

So after lunch, it was back to the office. I was here the whole morning… ALONE. Yeah.. it sounds depressing huh? But then again, I guess it also means that I can do virtually anything I want in the office without anyone noticing – ie. walk around nude or give some one a good boning on my desk. Like Borat would say, “Very nice”.

So as an added bonus, here’s a quick glimpse of my work space….

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Wel, hey. It’s my very own corner with a window view. Snazzy.

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A little bit messy only lah…

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I keep the essentials under my desk – ash tray, Zippo fluid & toilet paper.

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My desk organizer (which doesn’t look very organized), portable HDD full of pr0n and tupperwares which I never remember to take home.

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A lucky cat on my monitor. Like they say, always keep the pussy near.

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The money shot – my coffee flavoured nuts.

 

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