Gubra

I actually liked Sepet when it was shown last year. It was sad and poignant. It sort of brought back a whole flush of memories for me. But nothing beats Gubra's tag line now. " Why do we hurt the most, the ones we love the most? ".



Read up more about Gubra at Yasmin Ahmad.




Woe is me

Latteo is broken, I accidentally broke his battery cover. I have butterfingers. I too found out that SuperGlue rocks, but though I was able to fix the cover, Latteo shall forever be marred by the scar and trauma. I am sorry Latteo, I am sorry that just under 10 hours of having you, I have scarred you. I truly am an evil person, the scourge of all kind beings and whatnots like Latteo. Thank you, ugly brute for searching part of Latteo's batt cover. Laugh lah, everybody. Woe is me.




Meet my new toyboy

Peeps, I would like to introduce everyone to Latteo, my latest toyboy. Latteo meet everybody. Now be a good boy and say Hi! to everyone. Anyways, I gotten darling lil Latteo for only RM250, and Latteo literally means milky in Italian. Hmmmm a pretty pansy name if you ask me. But Latteo does sound so macho, no? And get this, Latteo is mine, ahahahah, till I decide to sell him off for a higher price that is. Ugly brute, I'm so sorry but he is so much cheaper than you, and I can always have him around with me, even at work, albeit yeah he is a tad small. But I am really happy, trust me, at least I'm being honest right? I love Latteo. He is so adorable and he has brought me joy everywhere I go. I feel like sunshine, rainbows and songs having Latteo around. And he's Italian. Hmmm...coolness. Wait, I have his picture, now you all can marvel at how cool he is. I present Latteo my latest toyboy.



Heheheheh, Latteo has a capacity of 1Gb, yeap and I got him at RM250. Whooppeee, now I can save money instead of trying to get too many gadgets at the same time. Contrary to popular belief, he is brand new. Of course Ugly Brute is a better arm candy then Latteo. Can't exactly suit him up can I?




Men...in my experience

I reached home, he looked up at me, all dressed up with overnight case in hand. She was reminding him of the actual situation, and he was keeping quiet, in guilt or in defiance, I don't know. He left without a word. She looked despondent. He's my father, and she's my mother.

When I was growing up, my father was never really around much, and when he was, there was a certain gap between me and him. A gap soon for the years to come grew bigger with age. It didn't matter that, both of us are in the same industry, news of the father-daughter duo spread like wildfire, high expectations was drawn out, a collaboration between both should prove to be good and fruitful, many has said. Ironic. How far from the truth those words are. Either way, I grew up with not much of a male role model. Since then, it has marked my experience with men in general.

Growing up without much of an opinion in men is really hard, trust me. Having a mother drilling incessantly, notions about how men are, is even harder. The need to prove her wrong was overwhelming.

My first ex, I was happy then to see that, he proved my mother wrong. How wrong was I, when I found out later on that he had a penchant for younger girls, to be exact, those of age 14 to 16. Needless to say I felt grateful when he left. The men that came later on, too had their quirks. I specifically remembered one who didn't like me being smart, and rather that I was a bimbo, I was naive thinking that he will learn to accept me for the opinionated person that I am. Another one which lasted for 3 years, was actually alright, except he became clingy and took me for granted and I had to admit the only other reason I was with him was to pacify my parents' need for me to be with a Malay boy. The one thing that I could never forget about him was the fact that he tried to place a tarantula in my mouth, knowing fully well that I have arachnidphobia. Needless to say he laughed his head off at my reaction, fainting and having a nose bleed. I remembered another boy too, who was sweet and endearing at first, but had issues that could kill off any girl other than me. He used to ply me with promises that was soon enough broken. Needless to say I was dumb enough to think that he'll probably learn. There were other men too, men whom I felt compelled to reject or just date only. The one thing I have learn though from all of them was that fundamentally they'd rather have a woman with no opinions whatsoever. They felt insecure that I could be so comfortable not clinging onto them like a hapless woman. They felt insignificant, that I was in my own way independent. I have learnt that from the best, from not having a normal male role model.

Men, in a way can hurt you, if you'll let them. Women are created to withstand pain, be it physical or emotional. We were created to be men's equal, what we lack in strength we make it up in compassion and care. In everything that men lacks we make it up by complementing them, by being what they are not. It works vice versa too. If only men in general learn that, we are not to be taken for granted and are meant to be cherished. A woman regardless how independent and strong they are, wants to be treated like a woman, and that is with respect. Men are broody and a weird bunch, they would rather proclaim to everybody that a girl has been a bitch to them than being truthful and stating that they actually miss having that girl around. In my experience with men, they would rather convince themselves that the person has been a bad person to them, to make the whole process easier. It's self denial I call that. I have been called dangerous and a slut on one occasion, though I have no idea on what grounds elicits that, seeing that I have let him have his way. On another occasion I was accused of not caring because I didn't mind the fact of them hanging out with their other girl friends.

Fact is that men see women as a threat when you are capable of fending off for yourself. I'm not saying that this is naturally a bad thing, but you men have to see that sometimes it's not a matter of being all gung ho and egotistical, it's also about being practical. You wouldn't want a girlfriend whom calls you at the smallest of problems do you, i.e changing the busted light bulb, smacking a cockroach etc etc. It would be very troublesome, no? I see it as something very practical, when I fix the bed, seeing that he's always on the run or very busy. Not as something that I shouldn't do because I'm a woman. Yes, it's nice having men being the Mr. Fix-It, but cmon girls, we also have to be self sufficient right? It works both ways as well.

I had men whom was too dependant on me, more than one occasion, I felt like I was the one wearing the pants in the relationship. My lack of being brought up as a daughter pertains to this kind of behaviour. When you're the byproduct of a current loveless marriage, you can't help, but stand on your own toes, but you also do not want a man that's too dependant on you. Men will ply a woman of all sweet nothings as I've seen my own father does it, I've went through it myself, when I fell head over heels in love last year.

The men of the new generation aren't that dependable, in fact I can say the same about the old generation too. I had let men into my life to wreak havoc, the first being my own father. I had to risk my life on more than one occassion because of men, and the funny thing is, I don't exactly feel bitter about it, I just feel dissappointed with men in general.

Men are a dissappointing lot, they are, but once in awhile, you do come across the rare few, that actually puts you into your place. That are not so spineless but are not that willing to be whipped by you, in instances such as these, it's clear that both of you are on par with each other. It also gives you hope that if there is one of these nicer illusive creatures, there'll bound to be more that's probably not gay, not taken, or fossillized, and he might be yours this time. *winks.

To the women around me, grab hold of your own life, don't cling on your men like a lifeline, coz lifeline even in disasters are not that safe and might be the cause of more trouble. To the men around me, treat your women with the respect that they truly deserves, be proud if she's opinionated, be glad if she's kind, be humoured if she's abit dim, in short just treasure her.




Anal...eeewwww...

There's something about having late dinner with 2 guys and a girl who has been having her nose glued to a magazine, Cosmopolitan , of which the 2 guys kept on having a gay banter about whose ass got fucked first by the boss. As the banter went on, with snippets of, " my soft ass was fucked by him ", to " aye you should know better seeing that you too have been ass fucked by him " and " what about rimming? ", the other girl who had been quiet and reading decided to piped in ( showing that women are super multi taskers ), saying " Yeah rimming, you ought to be coughing hairballs by now, shit!, hmmm literally shit right, rimming " , mimicked a cat coughing out a hairball, and finding shit in the hairball, to further emphasis her point. Needless to say peeps, stay away from rimming a person's ass unless you want a hairball full of shit.

Yes, Chern I believe you can represent 99% of women on earth, for that " I hate pubic hair " statement.

OOOOooooHHH 3G phones are so cool. Going to wait for the new P900, then I'll splurge. Whooppeee..borders are brought closer thanks to 3G.

Hmmm...he asked me to call him Ugly Brute. Ahahahah...so Ugly Brute has asked moi, to have a dance with him, the first for me, a slow dance, on which I swear to god I was such a klutz. *smiles happily.

To her, I'm sorry that I posted my opinion about things on my blog. To him, I'm sorry that I posted my opinion of him on my blog. But it's what I think, my opinion, one has choosen to talk about it, while the other has choosen to run, and I'm alright with whatever decisions you both have. The other him, oh you know the one that lies alot one, the bum, you, I want to have a fight with. Yeap, I was expecting a confrontation with you, and all out fight. Words, fists, whatever it takes. Coz I can't stand liars who preys on unsuspecting victims. Ever since the change, I've been itching for a fight, with you.

The funny thing about life is, when you don't expect anything from other people, that's when things happen. I didn't expect her and him to feel anything out of what I've said. But I was expecting the bum, to have a fight with me. Oh well, that's life.




Enough Said

I couldn't be bothered anymore.




Canals, Bestiality and Flouncy Skirts


I'm not talking about any kind of canals here i.e the English channel or whatever, I am talking about a bloody root canal. Bloody hell, it's bad enough that I am terrified of dentists. I mean I'd rather be optimistic about my toothache and think that it'll go away then to visit the dentist. To which I made the mistake of doing it again last week and woke up on friday with something that resembles more of a goiter on my jaw/cheek than a lousy toothache. Went to the dentist at around 2, and waited and waited and waited, had my root canal at about 5. The pain was excruciating, before the root canal. Needless to say I wasn't in much pain after the local anaesthesia, and the dentist did a very good job albeit that I have 2 to 3 more of dentist visits. But wahey, I've actually overcame my fear for dentists now. Take a look at what was done. How disgusting.

Look at it peeps, drill goes the drill. Drill, drill, drill. AArrgghh..... 2 more visits. Shit!


And the torture goes on and on....this is how the dentist clean out the nerves.

King Kong so........sucks!!!! There's nothing more sickening than watching a gorilla having the hots for a woman, and for that matter, who pouts and acts like a belligerent fool when it comes to defending 'his' woman. Hmm kinda remind me of the males of our society, maybe Darwin's theory bore some truth in it, that man are descendants of apes, only that the society deems that by instigating the word 'man' into theory, Darwin meant all of humankind, when in fact, he just meant man as in the female counterpart, man itself. Oh you know, the kind that runs around, constantly having their hands in their pockets to give others the illusion that they're searching for change when in actual fact they're actually fondling their most prized jewels, the penis. You know that kind of man. Oh well, what do you expect from a movie whereby it is directed by Peter Jackson himself, who might I mention, directed The Lord of The Rings and in turn made it into a whole gay parody, whereby it stops less of Samwise Gamgee professes his undying love and loyalty for Frodo Baggins. Ahhh the horrors of it all. King Kong seems to be a myriad of really badly made up extras of aborigines, bad casting, hundreds if not by the thousands of huge ass creepy crawlies ( which incidentally had a really large tapeworm in it, that surprise surprise resembles a circumcised penis with the additional fangs around the head ), alot of bone breaking plus death defying action, ( which is in its trueform, if you are in a movie directed by Peter Jackson, chances are the more gruesome the mishaps are, the more unlikely you are to even get a scratch on yourself, but everybody else WILL die ) and of course lets not forget the god forsaken sad excuse of a bollywood hindi scene in it, where it lasted 15 fucking minutes, just to have King Kong and the woman ice skating in Central Park accompanied by a bloody sweet and romantic score, much to the chagrin of others. *sighs...what is the world coming to, when movies like this are churned out. I will admit I was never much of a fan of King Kong even the original do, but I didn't remember it being this gross. But as I've said to Dkat, when a person watch it at a very young age, it is highly unlikely that I can differentiate what's gross and nice, espceially when I thought playing with earthworms at that age is cool and nice.

One thing really cool did happen though while I was at the movies, I've caught the highly anticipated movie of the year, The Da Vinci Code's trailer. Remarkably, Tom Hanks really looked and carried the character of Robert Langdon pretty well. *Rubs hands in glee. Happy happy.

Last but not least, to all the girls out there, try to watch the Weather Channel more dilligently the next time, and avoid flouncy skirts on windy days. You wouldn't want to pull a Marilyn Monroe in the middle of KL would ya? Take it from yours truly. Thank god for boyshorts. I kow tow to the creator of boyshorts. Maybe the Weather Channel could have a fashion tip segment for it, whereby it goes.

The weatherman: In KL, we will be experiencing some heavy rain, plus it will be windy.
And in comes fashionita and top model, maybe lets see, Tyra Banks, saying.
TB: Take it from me girls, bring out your sharp features in this weather by putting on galoshes, which incidentally can come in a prism of colors that will suit each one of you. I want to see all of you being able to still strut under such a duress condition, and always remember do not wear flouncy skirts that might give people away your hidden cellulite and that everyone of you are beautiful.

Yeah I can pretty much envision a weather channel with Tyra Banks.



What to do? I am using a developer's pc, so no photoshop. *sighs




Mummy's food and Dota

I had delicious food for lunch today, cooked by my mummy. I am hungry now. I want beef bowl in Jalan Alor.

He's playing Dota now ,,,, and I'm here blogging crap. la di da indeed. I will blog about my root canal tomorrow. Maybe. I don't know, coz I'm hungry. Very hungry. I wanna eat. Maybe I'll just go out from here and get a bite to eat. Maybe. I AM HUNGRY!!!




Meet my gangsta of a chi mui

Behold, I would like everybody to meet my chi mui, Gerald. Chiiii muiiii, you don't forget ah, we are suppose to go shopping before you leave for your rig job, you never know I might see you there too ( in that annoying manja chi mui voice ). Long live rigs and the glorious food that all rigs have. My chi mui damn the gangster one you know. He has a scar on his left eye lid, or issit right...whichever lah, summore he drives like a madman in his mini. He damn the ganas one you know, he can take on a whole legion of Indian men without breaking a sweat ( *me thinks that statement came out wrong..hehehe ) . Well he can be damn gay too at times, LOL. Damn the gangster right the pic? The godfather will just weep for mercy. Looking good eh? Though by right, if I look good, he ought to look good. Nvm, nvm, a makeover will be done in due time. *rubs hands together in glee, thinking about shopping and revamping chi mui's look. Kita sama sama jadi gangster lah!




Subsea Christmas Tree...what??!! The New Year, 2006.

A subsea christmas tree, or maybe just an oil and gas christmas tree, when I was 8, I thought it meant a christmas tree that was partially submerged in the sea, that there is such things as pine trees growing at the beaches. Needless to say I've learnt what it really meant later on. When I went to hand in my resume to the company, Cashern asked me this. What is a subsea christmas tree? I was like....wait a minute here, I'm trying out for the position of real-time operations technical consultant here. To which she retorted, operations being the definitive word. Fucking hell, I thought. Oh well, here goes nothing.

A christmas tree is an assembly of valves, spools and fittings for an oil well. It is named in such a way that after being fitted on an oil well with all the connecting valves and pipes, it resembles a fucking ugly, yellow, or blue ( depending on which vendor it came from or what special functions it has ), huge ass piece of protruding metal chunks, that only in the eyes of really non creative engineers, that it resembles a 'decorated christmas tree'. Behold

From this angle, I bet everybody can't see in what way does it resemble a freaking xmas tree, I can assure you from whatever angle it is, it will still not look like a decorated xmas tree. Anyways, xmas trees are used for both subsea and surface wellheads. It also came in a wide range of sizes and configurations, like low or high preassure capacity.

To cut this really boring description of a contraption, I actually described what is a Xmas tree like the way I just did, albeit it was a bit more detailed and of course, I managed to stop myself from insulting it ever so often.

But the whole point is this, why, oh why, why do I need to know what a fucking xmas tree is, and what does it have anything to do with the position I'm vying from the company. Plus what if have I not known what a xmas tree stands for? Maybe I'd answered, it's a pine tree that grew at the beach, submerged in sea or the ocean. * blink blink ditzy-ly. Fuck this, though I do really want the job. Badly. Oh well like father like daughter. cue the NOOooOOOOOooo from the last Star Wars flick.

The New Year, 2006

This new year, I made the resolution of having no resolutions. Bah! But I have learnt from my old mistakes, that some people are just bastards, regardless of everything, they are just that. A mistake on your behalf is inconceivable, to be asked to be let go is just not acceptable, it is acceptable to let them go, to be called dangerous is acceptable by their standards when you have done nothing to be spiteful or vengeful to them. Oh well shit happens. It does.

I won't do anything to stoop to your level, besides I'm the one with the conscience and soul now, a curse it might be, but a blessing it is too.