what i think

The dabate came and went. i read other blogs and got the usual response from A*war fanboys. “he’s full with facts, he’s showed S*abery alright!” was the mood set in the most blogs aligned towards A*war. But i was hoping to hear the alleged “real solution” to the rising fuel prices. What i got was 2.2. Yup 2.2. All this time dok menyalak about reducing less than 1.92, getting emotions up and people all riled up, then he gives you 2.2. One may wonder whether he actually read P*tronas financial reports before the debate and finally realizing that there is logic and motive behind the fuel hike. I wonder if P*tronas didn’t release the fact on the special dividen during the day before, A*war might not have ammo to whack S*abery.  I would like to say that  S*abery did a good job, minus the personal jabs on A*war (we could do without), he laid the facts and gave very good points one would not have realized. He told the low down on things and didn’t have to inlcude the word “rakyat” in every sentence( ok, nearly every sentence..) like A*war did. He told ( in my understanding) that it was a necessary evil to lessen the burden of the ruling government to allocate funds to other projects for the benefit of the rakyat. He did not use debatable theatrics to sway emotions. Using “rakyat this” and “rakyat that”, A*war kept on repeating the suffering of the rakyat. Yes , we the rakyat are suffering, now tell us the magic formula. And the magic formula was 2.2. I felt my time was wasted listening to the recycled garbage spewing out of his mouth.  Hey, i’m pro-government. At least S*abery didn’t use the same thing over and over. He said different relevant points to prove why the hike happened. P*R and A*war fanboys must have felt a victory, but i think the Thinking People won. The people who are not quick to get on the A*war-bandwagon-for-PM won. Kalau setakat oratorical (spelling?) skills with passion and emotion but points basi dok ulang-ulang pun tak guna. In the end, its the bottom line, why it happened, how to ease/combat the situation, how to live and accept. Everybody knows great orators (or alleged great orators who want to be PM) get fucked in the end, sooner or later the hearts-and-minds theory of bullshitting thru the masses just doesnt’ work, people see thru the smoke, get angry and shit hits the fan. Soekarno, Hitler, Mussolini, Idi Amin,… A*war? ( this one’s for Mr H and the discussion we had in that rainy day, sure we can judge what we see, but we must also judge the unseen. C’mon twice?!, even U*NO is not smart to try stick that one again.)… Good Job Datuk Shabery!

current bands i just dont get

a lot has happened since 2001, it seems there has been many genres sprouting out and to me its sounds really ridiculous. first on the list is the emo, i dont know much about it except it seems like a fugly off shoot of the period Marilyn Manson had his antchrist superstar album. that period was when black was cool and being some kind of pseudo-goth/Manson disciple was the in thing. but this emo trend (in my humble opinion) adds the feelings of about being sad, gloomy, moody and depressed. emo’s should jump off a clif  if it really meant to be an emo. screw emo.

next is the cookie monster bands which arereally heavy except its cookie monster on the vocals. thats why i still listen to Slayer. Slayer has meaning, not mindless growls and you can sing with the lyrics included in the inlay card of the cd.  contohnya, cannibal corpse, opeth, and anything remotely scandinavian metal. the forests of darkness theme is getting old. kids are not scared of the dark, in fact in this age of internet, kids are de-sensitized (spelling?) with the copious amounts of violence they see everyday. i think if metallers’ of old were to hang around with the weakling brats of today, they’d probably raise a couple of eyebrows. i’m still holding on to slayer. i have a kid now. let him have sesame street for as long as he possibly can , i’ll  try to hide the slayer cd’s for as long as i can.

lamb of god, trivium, MCR, … i just dont get it.

Something else..

I have a Mac Air in front of me. its my father in laws and its a elegant little, slim thing. i dont have the knack for all things Mac (even uploading songs on an Ipod is troublesome…) but this slim-lined laptop is amazing.makes this black compaq im using look fat. cost my father in law rm 10 grand.  the power outlet to the Mac air is somewhat magnetized and sticks automatically when you place the charger near it. the interface is just the same as any conventional mac but i cant find the cd/dvd drive anywhere. cant have em all , i guess.

not waxing in nor out

I stumbled upon Mr H’s blog today and read the latest entry. His non moving position stance since the knee operation has held him at bay from the usual martial arts activities he indulges in.  I used to go but now i do not want to go. that from is just to structured and formal. i have tried to learn several arts but failing to continue due to a disengaging sense of interest which usually starts high up then bleeds to a very low , then to nothing.plus the real reason is, i have no time for it. i know people would probably say. .” make time” but that form is not actually what i had in mind.  i tried it, can’t blame me for it but i couldnt click with it. nobody’s fault really .

im getting obese due to lack of exercise. in fact the fitness shop attendant snickerd when i got the BMI results back. i wont blog about the fight against fat. it’ll be a waste of space really, the real matter of the subject is to “do it” ( healthy lifestyle). i’ve been quite good with that. i’ll just keep on walking then. if it worked for the mysterious-keramat-fat-guy ( some guy i noticed walking straining distances, and lot 20+ kilos, by just power walking, i am true witness to this!) then it’ll work for me. I’ll make use of the camel-bak and trainers then.

About that form , hhmmmm, i’ll just stick to jap-slapping. if it worked for the Guys-in-black, then it’ll work for me. I read somewhere that the key element in a melee is to size up and plan mentally in the head. then get crazy. nothing breaks/distrupts the opponents thought process then controlled mania.

“..make sure you know what you’re up against, then give ‘em the good news..” or something like that.

big downturn

i’ve been playing the money markets for a while. it had been very profitable. this is the epitome of the “high risk, high return”. got a position on last Wednes, bein holding out on it until now. Dunno whether the funds can hold out. should have woke up early this morning and checked. kinda forgot the japs and the aussies are on the same time line as i am and not to be confused with brits and yanks. a lot of movement in the euro-dollar. nearly killed my account. have to start scalping fast.

some kids troubleshooting tips i’ve learned

being a dad for 9 months now, i have had the hands on experience of taking care of a little kid, Learning what the doctor told me and the wife, mom’s experiences and tips have also helped significantly in making a win-win situation that saves some precious hours of sleep for the parents and also less trauma for the kid. basically, when my son was born, the first few months and the months later were all boiled down to one thing:

“Knowing threshold limits for the kid.”

Once you have that sorted out, the Big 3 come into context. These big 3 are 3 elements that are most important to a child. maybe you have your own big 3, but this is mine…

BIg 1: The child cries because he/she is hungry. Feed the necessary amounts at the pre-determined time and he/she will settle down, give burp releasing back rub to put him/her to sleep for another 2-4 hours until next feeding time. –> Feed baby on time

Big 2: The child has colic. Colic is (in my opinion), the biggest reason for sleepless nites and bloodshot eyes work days. Waht the wifey and mother in law usually do is to rub some kind of warm comfortable ointment on the baby’s tummy. this will take a couple of minutes to kick in. when it does, my kid just gets lazy eyed and falls asleep.–> rub ointment on tummy when darkness falls, change in temperature will prob cause colic

Big 3:The child’s diaper is soiled. When the first 2 dont seem to work. you have to inspect down under. the child is new to the world and unlike the protective amniotic fluid he/she had when in the womb, the world is a place that tests the baby’s threshold 24/7. this is why babies are wrapped up all the time. when the baby soils the diaper many more times then what the diaper can hold, baby will feel uncomfortable and cry. changing the diaper toa fresh one before going to bed will save a lot of getting outta bed many hours later. believe me, i know.–> check diaper regularly

For those of the Islamic Faith, reading the Kursi a few tiimes will dispel the unseen from the baby’s view. the toddlers “veil” is not operational yet unlike us.

hopes this helps.

acceptable advice and stuff off my chest

a fren of mine, mr H asked me why i didnt listen to him when it came to movies, films, tv series etc. i just smiled and kept quiet.he stated this when i told him i actually enjoyed 24 season 5. i wanted to tell him straight in the face the reasons why, but held back as the-legandary-three was enjoying a candid moment of chatting and i did not want to ruin the nice sombre mood by telling him in detail that he wasn’t always right.  i’ve always readily accepted his advice before (circa late 1993-2001) but that ended after/during the LOCO years of mid 2001 to early 2006.  i do not like the theme of women sleeping around (DH, G’s A, that shitty clive owen-julia roberts-jude law- natalie portman movie) and the thought that its OK to do so. Mr H apparently likes it a lot. his choices were appalling to me and i promised myself i’d never get suckered by his taste of films again unless by some “snowflake in hell chance” someone i know tells me to watch it. 24 got lucky.

thinking back, it seems i have been a very agreeable person. back in the rented-bangi-house-years, i had known this arse from hell nicknamed saz who was a tiny, weakling ,spoilt brat who had the ego and selfishness the size of Jupiter with all the rings combined. this arse made it a point to exhibit a sense of superiority when ever the guys gathered around.  and since i was the quiet one laughing at peoples jokes and goofing off at the favorite gerai called “siam”. he made it a point to show how great a guy he is by belittling me and making me the end of the joke.what an arse. well, i didn’t really care what he said, but in a way it seems by tolerating his utterly stupid remarks, he (as Hanibal would say..) “betul-betul naik lemak”. during the end of the bangi-rented-years, i finally said to myself  ”the little shit is not going home happy., fuck what he thinks.” this is relevant to the fact that in future ,if there was a conversation , i’d make myself win, i’d debate and fight till the end. he would pull his classic shit-sour face ( that only his mother could love…) and drive home annoyed, irritated and hopefully angry. i remember a funny episode when me , hanibal and him were at “siam”.  he was boasting/actually comparing himself and me for the attention of the Desolate-Finance-Girl ( some girl i chased after in the final years at uni) and stating how he deserves her and he’s the man for her and all that bollocks.yup, total bollocks. i did not take this lying down. i told him of his apparent weakness, his fear of vegetables and his lack of balls to actually talk to the girl (it seems he was trying to leech every girl i knew) or any girl for that matter. he could not fight back due to lack of balls and rebelled by walking all the way the rented house ( “siam” was very near the rented Bangi house). my only regret that night was i did not have dinner at bangsar or uptown that night… i would have loved to see that idiot try to leg the 60+ journey back to bangi.

those days were fun.