Come invest, come invest, come invest

My obsession with optics and properties of crystal have been fairly contagious with some of my fellow compatriots.

Everyone I know knows I love liquid crystal displays.
Everyone I know knows I love photons.
Everyone I know knows I love photovoltaic cells.
Everyone I know knows I love ambiance lightings.
Everyone I know knows I love plasma displays.
Everyone I know knows I love projection of lights.

Hey..

My major is in optical engineering. You can't blame me for having such overly-enthusiasm in these shits. It only shows how bloody right the path I am in, with the right course, right attitude, right idea and right obsession.

Now again, with a huge THANK YOU to my lecturer in optoelectronics, an ultra brilliant (brilliant to me at least)idea cropped up in my puny-lesbian brain.

Honestly I believe this idea could be something fucking BIG if enough modal is injected into it. Return on investment should never be questioned coz if you listen to my proposal, you can only gasp and be asthmatic. Yes, it is that bad..

I would say, it is quite a nascent thingy in our local shores with practically no brain(s) thought of it...which made me wonder WHY, WHY, WHY? Why NOT in Malaysia? Maybe they are waiting for me all this while...LOL.(drooling)

Anyway, proposals will only be given and explained in detail to potential investors or entirely up to my own prerogative of whether you are eligible for such noble idea.

Feel free to offer your amount of investment. A thank-you card will be sent to you should the idea comes into realization or else, your investment will be turned into a bondless scholarship. You'll still get a thank-you card for whichever scenario.

Thank you in advance.

my enlightenment spot: the petrol kiosk

While I was on my way home yesterday from the airport, I stopped by at the petrol kiosk along the expressway, taking advantage of the MYR1.51/litre petrol(standard Klang Valley price would be MYR1.52/litre.)

Gauging from the capacity of my gas tank, I could prolly save up 5 dear bucks?

Anyway, this is not the climax for this post.

Right, so I was filling up my tank at the kiosk. Given the ample free time, I couldn't help but look around - cars, people, planes taking off...etc.

I looked to the adjacent station and I saw this Indian family with an Oriental-looking person. A friend, I thought. He was staring at me, blank, while I was quite loss at what should my reaction be, I gave a smile back. He smiled. Ok, done.

Then I heard the Indian man preaching about places-to-see in KL to that Oriental guy, and the moment he opened up his mouth to speak, I bet he has to be a Japanese. I am always intrigued by Japanese people. Hence, I kept on eavesdropping on their conversation. I AM SORRY OK? I COULDN'T HELP IT. IT WAS BLOODY INTRIGUING.

I was quite dumbfucked by that Japanese's body gesture. He seemed to be so nervous that he was holding both his palms together, squeezing, rubbing, twisting his fingers...like a child preparing himself to be spanked on the ass. Not sure if he realised his gestures, but if I can witness and interprete it, I think the Indian family could do the same?

The perception that Japanese are always superior, or at least, having that level of self-esteem that normal peasant does not hold seem to be false for some. This guy, should be in his 40s, was almost on the verge of breaking his fingers from the way he's bending them.

Why is he in such hostile environment? If he is not comfortable with the Indian family, he probably should not plan this trip with this family in the wee. It was some holiday shit from what I heard - Bukit Bintang, Twin Towers, Museum, Cyberjaya, Crafts Museum...etc. I am sure he is not a racist. I would prefer the euphemism of culture adjustment shock. The Indian family comprised of the parents and one grown up son like me, including the Japanese, all 4 in one small Kancil with the mom as the chauffeur.

Could that have freaked him out? Or was he some gutless person doing self-travelling for the first time?

Whatever it is, the idea that all Japanese are great, no longer holds water(or petrol for this case.) I know my idea has been an imbecile one but this will refine my thoughts to accomodate the next scene.

Scooby

Many have wondered why the hell am I commuting between home and campus for the entire week...I can explain, I tell you. First, it was due to car servicing, which someone has to drive my brother else he would need to hibernate at the service centre unproductively for the entire bloody day. Secondly, I need to milk my dog using a bottle that came with a mini pacifier...not through my tits you idiot.

I will upload some of the pics taken using my cheapskate phone cam.











Lazy to narrate. You have eyes to see, I suppose. And brains to comprehend. However, one of the pic showed my Max, the 9 yrs old grumpy old dog who is currently undergoing some mid-life crisis since the day Scooby came. I have no idea of how I should be helping him and therefore the decision to clad him in a yellow shirt donated by my housemate, MY, to him so that he can be a monk and search for a deeper peace.

But, I should have known, with his gangster, pervert, violent and psycho personality, cladding him as a monk will do no good. He ripped off the yellow robe and decided to roam naked around the house again, with all the glory he still has.

Sigh.

From TV: Grads today.

I was watching a Chinese debate on TV earlier on. The debate touched on the quality of graduates today, the purpose of life, objectives of choosing a course of study...etc. In other words, everything about a graduate.

It started on the jobless rates of graduates. These think-tanks claimed that it is the attitude of graduates themselves who are to be blamed for not being employed - not competitve, demanding for high salary, lack of basic skills...etc.

I think this first part applies only to a minority. I would say the majority are competitive, at least marginal. Salary is a common need - everyone wants a bloody high starting pay, just that some are less smart in negotiating. Lack of basic skills, again, this applies to only a minority, which I think should be jobless for life.


Then they started flaming on the graduates' over-lavish lifestyle.

Let me roughly quote:
1. They are driving better cars than me. (commented by the professor.)
2. They are getting better things compared to us in our times. (some idiot's comment.)
3. They are spending beyond their means. (Fine.)

For the first statement,
I think the professor has no brains for progress. He's stucked in his time, thinking that only a professor can drive a good car. Anyone below a professor level, should ride a kaput vespa?

Second statement,
Another idiot who is stucked in his time. We're getting better things than the previous generation, and if that's bad, are they not getting better things than their previous generation as well? So what's the fuss? If they insist on upholding their stance, I believe they should live in caves, clad in leaves and cook with stones.

For the first both statements, I think that both of these self-acclaimed think-tanks couldn't be content, in other words, these ppl are envious of the new generation. If everyone is to follow his/her parents' footstep, where does development fit in? If everyone has to use a gadget older than their parents, when does new gadgets come in? They should know that everyone has their days. Theirs are over. Ours have just begun, but it will end one day as well.

The last statement, I have to agree. But do not blame it entirely on the graduates. Blame it on the financial institutions providing these services as well, which again, if no one uses these services, do you think our banks can expand its coffer? Do you think if the ppl all over the world did not spend that extravagantly, Malaysia could sustain its GDP?

Grads chose the wrong course, according to the idiots, a course not in demand by the market, then the question, what is a degree?

Is it for money? Or is it an education?

A course not in demand in market does not mean the grad made a bad choice. He/she might have an interest in that course, let's say, paleontology. He/she is bound to find no lucrative job in the market, so what? The question of, should we mass-produce graduates for the needs of the market or rather, should we be producing graduates for the future of the country has to be answered by both that idiots.

Malaysia has been accelerating its production of grads in the tech sector and finance sector, which is good of course. But come 2020, the year our country is supposed to achieve her developed-nation status, do we have any experts in the field of paleontology, languages, history, art, cross-culture, astronomy, marine biology, forestry..etc?

Are we having just engineers, financiers, lawyers, doctors, janitors,..etc?

Professors are smart ppl. Yet, they think like babies sucking milk - no thinking involved. Babies just suck.

No wonder the saying, once a third world country forever a third world country.

In short, a nation strata elevation is virtually impossible if the mindsets of ppl remain primitive and unprogressive.

useless bitch

I have an uncle who has a good friend and he has a daughter. A useless daughter.

This useless daughter, I will call her Ah Stupid so that she looks good in this entry.

Ah Stupid was accepted into the university I am currently attached to, she was overjoyous BUT, she told her dad this, "Daddy, I don't want to live so far without you."

Her daddy was touched.

Her daddy being an idiot who has no common sense in bringing up a child, bought her a first class airticket to fly her small ass to my university for the orientation week.

And my nightmares begin.

My uncle called me for a numerous times to remind me to receive her at the airport, send her to the university, make sure she's comfy...basically, be her slave.

Unfortunately I was working on the day of her arrival so I could snake my way out of driving myself to the airport and bla bla bla, naive was I to think that it was over.

I wanted to give her a call, a courtesy call, to ask if she's alright, if she needed anything...etc. But my phone rang before I could call her. It was Ah Stupid on the line...the conversation goes like this.

Ah Stupid : Hi, are you francis?
Me : Ya. You're Ah Stupid right?
Ah Stupid : Yes, I am Ah Stupid.
Me : How was your orientation week?
Ah Stupid : Ok la...francis, I need you to do me a favor.
Me : What's it?
Ah Stupid : I need you to buy me red apples.
Me : ...
Me : Why red apples?
Ah Stupid : Oh coz I am very nervous in my first week here, so if I don't eat
some fruits, I won't be able to crap.
Me : ...
Me : I will get them for you.
Ah Stupid : Thank you thank you thank you.

So I went to the hypermart and grab a fucking bag of red apples. Passed it to my friend who is going back to campus and asked for his help to pass it to her.

Later that day, I called her.

Me : Hey Ah Stupid, my friend is going over to campus to pass you the apples.
Ah Stupid : Don't come ah, I am having orientation now.
Me : Ok, he'll come at night.
Ah Stupid : Ok. Thank you thank you thank you.

Later evening, I called her again.

Me : Ah Stupid, my friend is going over to campus to pass you the apples.
Ah Stupid : Don't come now. I am in my room on the 5th floor. I don't want to go
down and come back up again.
Me : (bitch.)
Me : Tomorrow then?
Ah Stupid : Ya come tomorrow.
Me : Bye.

Next day morning, I called her again.

Me : Morning, can I deliver you your apples now?
Ah Stupid : Don't want la, the sun is shining so brightly now.
Me : What?
Ah Stupid : At night la.
Me : (really bitch.)
Me : Ok la ok la. Bye bye.

Then she called me in the evening,

Ah Stupid : When are you coming back? I want to go shopping. Can you bring me?
Me : (shocked) No no..I am very busy.
Ah Stupid : Aii...can you come back and bring me to a laundry at least? I have a
lot of soiled clothes.
Me : Your hostel has a laundry. Ask your seniors.
Ah Stupid : Do you eat out? Can you take away something nice for me?
Me : And purposely drive to campus to pass it to you?
Ah Stupid : Cannot? Cannot then never mind about it.
Me : (duh. of course never mind abt it la.)
Me : Some other time ok?
Ah Stupid : I miss my apples. I miss daddy. I miss my home
Me : (shut up and get a life.)
Me : I got to go. Bye.

And yesterday, she msged me on the phone.

Ah Stupid : I thought your laundry is those put coins and self operate machines.
Me : (smack head) This is not UK?
Ah Stupid : I let the lady wash my undergarments all. How?
Me : If she washes them then let her wash la.
Ah Stupid : She won't steal?
Me : I don't know.
Ah Stupid : Where are you now?
Me : Outside having dinner.
Ah Stupid : Why never call me along?
Me : The car is already full.
Ah Stupid : Next time must leave a place for me ok? (Note the word 'MUST')
Me : Will try la. Got to go. Bye bye.


And the rest is history. She got her apples. Even the process of coming down from her hostel room was quite dramatic. She asked her roommate to accompany her and her roommate, Ah Sum, came down along but only halfway. The moment they saw me, they were playing tug-of-war at the stairs. And her other roommate was looking down from her room.

I wonder if these outstation(to sound nice.) girls have never seen a guy before? What's with those "come with me la.." and the other one gazing down like an eagle preying for her food? Overpampered girls I would call them...should be dumped into a cage and sent to pimps, make them serve people instead of ppl serving them as a boot camp.(or national service?)

flaming hot peri-peri

The moment I set foot into my house, my body instantly sensed the abrupt change of temperature and I knew my body will not tolerate the humidity...not instantly at least.

This is the problem I face everytime I come back to my desert home. Deserts are supposed to be bloody freezing during the night but this desert I am living in, Cyberjaya, is completely the antithesis of the common characteristics shared by all deserts.


I need to chill out in front of two 17" fan. And yet, the wind is bloody warm.


I am typing in a very awkward position, which I will illustrate to you shortly because I can hardly move my neck now. I have no table in my room yet, which is why I have to do my typings, chattings, surfings on the bed - flat.

Will be checking out some dirt cheap furnitures in the nearest populated area tmr...Puchong, I guess.

Let's hope I could iron everything out straight before I kill myself over the extreme adjustments my body has to get accustomed with.



This is when I dream of Iceland. Or just a plain block of ice will do the trick. But ice melts under high temperatures. Futile effort.

If only we could have some freak weather now...i.e, snow, blizzard..etc. How lovely would that be?


Extras:
This is the illustration as promised.

I couldn't believe myself at first that I could actually portray myself in such a sexy pose albeit the lousy graphical skills I possess.

cheese salad

I am gonna make salad for this week.

My home-made recipe:

1. Some veggies.
2. Olive oil.
3. Salt.
4. Smoked bacon.
5. Some ham.
6. Cream cheese.
7. More veggies.

Voila! Start having healthy meals before you become like seals.

The recipe came into my mind when I was sleeping. That was right after I watched that Kylie Kwang cooking programme on Discovery Travel & Living channel.

Wanna try?

(kekekekeke...)

having lunch with the armpit lady

I am not a sexist. I do not make sexist remarks. I do not condone to sexism. Girls who know me will agree.(ok, gals can start nodding heads.)

But armpit hair on gals? PLS, NO. It's disgusting, grotesque and provoking!

I have came across articles touching on equal rights and shits like that, but girls always say that equal rights should only be practised in certain fields but when it comes to manners and etiquettes, gender differences must still be taken into consideration - gentlemen will say 'Ladies first.' and etc. I'm good with it.

Hence, ladies should always portray that feminine side of herself or else why the hell would guys be gentle to a, butch? Butches wouldn't want us to be gentle anyway right?

It is a general perception that having bodily hair is a symbol or rather, a prerogative of men...and this perception of masculinity has been there for ages since the days of Barney.

So why are these ladies, middle-aged ladies, not shaving their armpit hair? You can be less conscious towards your outward appearance but putting on less makeups, but armpit hair HAS TO GO FOR THE SAKE OF HUMANITY! At least take others into consideration, have the courtesy to at least wear a shirt with sleeves so as to conceal those frizzy lil' twiggies.

The worst thing was, it happened at the restaurant. I was having lunch when I saw this lady bloody scratching her armpit. I was stunned. I have never seen such huge reserve ever in my life, even guys have less I reckon. However, it was most fortunate that the restaurant was a bloody chaotic one...else I would have had to succumb to the sound of her brushing armpit hair. In that case, I will definitely turn the table, run to a convenient store (in this case, Watson.), grab an ultra-sharp razor, give her and force her to shave on the spot.

That's more like it, I would say.

And make her pay for that razor.

And also my lunch.


Prolly that's why ppl always say that Malaysians can really lack that basic civic-consciousness. Armpit hair! Ugh.

I will survive!

I've packed and I am ready to return to my nation's infamous intelligent city who doesn't seem to give a fuck to her archrivals around the world.

This time with a new spirit, new hopes, new expectations, which are all awaiting to be torn apart again by these cunning-pariah-useless exam papers that reward only regurgitation of words from error-rich online notes, which are always favored by expected-to-be-leaders who regurgitate exactly like the Tibetan monks.

Nah, I think they should be exalted(like a monk)not squashed like a roach(for their effort.)

Hence I guess this new breath is not that new after all...it has been this halitosis after all this while. Sigh.

Then I heard this song by Gloria Gaynor.

She's electricfying.

Lyrics - I Will Survive:
---
First I was afraid
I was petrified
Kept thinking I could never live
without you by my side
But I spent so many nights
thinking how you did me wrong
I grew strong
I learned how to carry on
and so you're back
from outer space
I just walked in to find you here
with that sad look upon your face
I should have changed my stupid lock
I should have made you leave your key
If I had known for just one second
you'd be back to bother me

Go on now go walk out the door
just turn around now
'cause you're not welcome anymore
weren't you the one who tried to hurt me with goodbye
you think I'd crumble
you think I'd lay down and die
Oh no, not I
I will survive
as long as i know how to love
I know I will stay alive
I've got all my life to live
I've got all my love to give
and I'll survive
I will survive

It took all the strength I had
not to fall apart
kept trying hard to mend
the pieces of my broken heart
and I spent oh so many nights
just feeling sorry for myself
I used to cry
Now I hold my head up high
and you see me
somebody new
I'm not that chained up little person
still in love with you
and so you felt like dropping in
and just expect me to be free
now I'm saving all my loving
for someone who's loving me
---

The lyrics might not be right in context but I am saying that I will survive. TQ.
(This song always got me on ecstasy.)

The World

I have always wanted to travel the world. (as if no one else wanted it..noob.)

I have dreams that I will be in many parts of the world. (my brain is very good at simulations.)

Hence, before my brain cells erode themselves into sperm cells, it's wise for me to prepare the list of countries that I would want to live in or at least, visit. (sounded like some pre-Alzheimer practise.)

Loren Eisely once said that the journey is difficult, immense. We will travel as far as we can, but we cannot in one lifetime see all that we would like to see or to learn all that we hunger to know.

So I won't be expecting much.

Here goes the the list:

Places I will want to live in:
1. Hong Kong
2. Japan (any cities will do.)
3. London
4. New York City
5. Los Angeles
6. Zurich
7. Shanghai
8. Moscow
9. Seoul
10. Brussels

Places I will want to visit:
1. Cambodia
2. Vietnam
3. India
4. Nepal
5. Africa (North)
6. China (impoverish areas.)
7. Israel-Egypt-Jordan
8. Europe
9. The Philippines
10. South America

Right, I know I overexpected.

I know it is kinda prejudice to have the greater countries in my 'must-live' list and less-great countries in 'only-for-visit' list but this is the truth. No one would wanna live in a country where basic sanitation is no sanitaton. Paying a visit might could already contribute to their national coffer immensely. Visit could take months...not those 1 week tour package shits that eat up half your budget before you even started packing.


Ah how I wish...Wishmaster, where art thou?

Ah Beng

An ordinary lad who hails from the bustling city of KL scurrying around the canyon of the skyscrapers under the scorching afternoon sun. Knowing his directions well, he went about landmarks in the metropolis with the entire itinerary of the day stapled in his brain.

He went to the local airline office in a central district and purchased an air ticket. An open ticket with the price slashed half. Having paid for the ticket, he scampered to the next location to settle his insurance premium.

Due to the fact that the distance between the local airline office and the insurance building are pretty far apart, he has to walk quite a distance. Driving is out of the equation as he doesn't want to have pay for parking fares twice.

Wanted to shorten this rather warm stroll by taking quicker paths - the alleys, he saw the ugly side of this metropolis. Drug addicts were seen having their daily jabs and with that post-ejaculation facial remark. Not forgetting the prostitute-looking yet over-matured ladies that could even be his great grandmother were seen in scanty clothes puffing off cigarettes over their puffy red lips. The best tip, a warm smile from a mouth with so many cavities that he could barely see her teeth.

Adrenaline sets in. He felt uneasy and panicked. Not wanting to raise an alarm among other bohemians, he controlled his heavy breath and increase his walking frequency with his fist clenched. He felt disgusted with these ppl. No jobs - legal jobs, no family, no money, no dignity...Ah Beng despised them. This is not what I am, he told himself.

Within minutes, he came out of Hades. Back into the light. Sleek stylish cars zoomed past him again, phew, back to life, he thought. With about a mile more of walking, his mind couldn't help but rewinded back to the alley scene. Shouldn't he be more sympathetic towards these ppl? But they are trash of the society. They deserve this the moment they choose this path. Every step he took only made him felt more remorseful for overlooking the plight of these ppl. These ppl did not choose to live such lives. They might have made their first step a mistake, but no one cared to offer help and a 2nd chance for a 2nd life.

He reached his final destination, Menara $$$$$. It was majestic, elegant and yes, very expensive. Soon after he settled his insurance, he knew he has to take the same path back to where he started from, unless he is giving his car to charity. Shit...have to take the same path back, he thought.

His final decision - took the long way, under the light. No more Hades. Reached his car, digged for keys, paid for fares and off he went home carrying the greatest regret that after all contemplation, his biased impression towards this segment of the society prevailed after all.

I must learn to accept them. After all, education remains the greatest agent to dissolve this barrier. Or else, these ppl will only be marginalised even greater by a society that promotes self-sufficiency, ignorance and apathy.

bohemian revolution

Am I caught up with it?

When I ask, 'Is it a sin to have big dreams?'
The reply, 'It is not. But as you chase your dreams, you step into dangerous waters.' (so it seems.)

When I ask, 'Is it wrong to be unconventional?'
The reply, ' It is not. But if others don't do but you do, there has to be something wrong with it.' (so they say.)

When I ask, 'Is it of no good to elevate the strata of society?'
The reply, 'It is not. But the process of going higher is.'

WTF? I would say it again. WTF?

If being resilient is bad for the soul, I beg to differ.
If being visionary is over-zealous, I beg to differ.
If being industrious is being in the rat race, I beg to differ.
If being ambitious is overly self-emphasized, I beg to differ.
If being democratic is not performing, I beg to differ.
If being alternative is the world, I beg to differ.

Reiteration of the day: I beg to differ.

This is not how it should be taught. A brain is given to you to think and think you should using your brain.

It is absurd that life should be lived in a snail-paced, laid back, fulfilled, comfy when an absolute universe around us is revolving faster than a level 5 hurricane. (and gaining speed.)

I believe if everything is in accordance to your blueprint, you'll always make it there even by high waters or falling earth.

Every single time I contemplate over this, seems to me that I am always inveighing against the dogma of the pillars. But if an absolute obedience makes a good saint, does it mean a sensible amount of rebellion makes a Judas?

My brain vessels are swelling. I stand by my stance. Oyasuminasai.

everything comes to an end

In a couple of days, my once-in-lifetime 2 months long holiday will end. Bad feeling. The fervor now is similar to my old-school-boy days where official holiday at the end of the year is 1 month but the clever few of us will self-declare for an additional 1 month without prior approval.

If only holidays are...ok, as naive as i could be, if only holidays last forever...

Anyway, I spent the entire 2 months pretty well based on the fact that I did not vege out in front of the TV (no chance to vege.) and I was deprived of sleep most of time.

Let me make a list of what I did (to refresh my Dory mind...not for your perusal.)

1. I went banging cocks in BKK for 5 days. (let's call it vacation.lol)
2. Went to visit my almost-a-centenarian grandma. (and ate up all her food.)
3. Attached with MAS for 1 month as a credit control trainee aka ah long junior.
4. Went clubbing, Japanese buffet, movies...etc. (few days compilation.)
5. Settled house bills, ATM cards(don't ask), driving license, cheques...etc.
6. Went to Cyberjaya to pack my stuff but apparently I left within 1/2 an hr with zero achievement.
7. Went to MPH and nestled inside for hours.
8. Went to Tmn Melawati to settle house deposit and found out we were cheated by that bastard-impotent-with-ED hirsute.
9. Watch the entire season of Desperate Housewives. (kekekeke...)
10. Read a few books by John Grisham.
11. Tagged along with relatives who came to contribute to KL's stagnant economy.
12. Online acitivites. (kekekeke...)
13. Took a 1-day tour package for Klang.
14. Went to KLIA in 2 days at 5am because miscalculation of timezones.
15. Killed mosquitoes' larvae by pouring concentrated salt solution into the drain. (it's a drain but the water is standing.)
16. Exterminated the fire ants' colony. (simply cannot coexist with fire ants. they bit my dog and he complained. As a master, only vengeance.)
17. Went to a friend's friend place to get a free Rottweiler pup.
18. Did some minor adjustment to my room's setting.
19. Did some major adjustment to the living hall's setting.

I think I will make it 20 by going to Low Yat tmr.

I felt really ambivalent about this. Good that I can be back in campus, bad that I have no control over my daily activities.

Btw, found this online - "Excessive and prevalent ambivalence was thought by Bleuler to be a feature of schizophrenia."

Who(or What) should I be next?