Midnight Grumbles.

I'm hoping to finish this entry asap and I don't feel like staying long in this cafe, in other words, the worst one I've ever step foot into. P-A-L-I-A-H-ness. And what to do, the end it's my own choice having decided to stay overnight at relative's place. Firstly, lights out at ten, and it kills off all the midnight inspirations, came down the condo and you imagine a cafe's open air and have no aircond, I'm in it.

I'm feeling tired, physically I mean, but also comes to a state when your head doesn't want and don't allow you to rest. Just how much negative thinking can ruin your day, and how much positive thinking can help, I chose to smile at last in hoping for return of a better tomorrow.

I'm going off, just what I do before that... Talk Cock =P

Muffin: where have you been for the past few months? Why never see you online?

I: I got kidnapped last month..

Muffin: Oh really.. Then how did u escape?!

I: I swim back here one... =.=

Muffin: Poor thing! Did u get raped?

I: Ha ha, no no, cause i beat them with my chinese kung fu!

Muffin: OH! U beat them with your chinese kung fu then swim back here?

Muffin: So geng!

I: Yea sure lar..

Muffin: If u noe chinese kung fu in d 1st place how did u get kidnapped?

I: They tried to chase me with a boat..

I: Oh..They got me when i was sleeping =.=

Muffin: Oh.......So bad la they all, So they didnt do nething to u rite?

I: They wanted to.. But they all succumbed to my chinese kung fu

Muffin: Ha ha! Wat did they wanna do to u laaa..

Muffin: And go africa do wat..Slave? Or..mining? Or..Er.. I also dunno..

I: go there ah? Because they know my kung fu skills are too good, way better than jet li, thts why...

Muffin: but they kidnap u for wat in d 1st place jek!

I: they needed my help =P

Muffin: for wat

I: to kidnap some of the world's richest kids..

Muffin: they kidnap u to kidnap others?!?!

I: ok ok you win! =.=

Life's simple, you make choices and you don't look back.

It's well another 2 weeks off keyboard, I'm begging my friend who's gonna fetch me back from the cafe to stay a lil longer for the blog entry. It's week up and down Ipoh and KL, week staying out late, work work and work.

met quite some peoples, funny, humorous, the work hard play hard type, the work hard play safe type( ya know what i mean =P ), the goodie guys(mostly nerds) and the notorious ones whom they labelled themselves the highway Si Bitt Stars, and one of them actually asked how's Ipoh like? All I said, "uh, peaceful small lil town", "Is it? Small ah? then all the guys in Ipoh happened to know each other?" *sweats*.

And this is something from The Fast & The Furious: Tokyo Drift, "Look at all the peoples down there, they follow the rules, for what?", "What happens if they don't?", "Life's simple, you make choices and you don't look back." Yea that's all to say, abide the law but you may break the rules, especially those of your own.

So yea it's merely an entry serve keeping the blog alive, followed by the famous catch phrase, Have a nice day!

The lamest way to bring a draft written entry into publish.

Currently listening to Acoustic Alchemy - Reference Point.

This is something out of insomnia and the frust of midnight boredom.

There's always this trusted small drawer in the wardrobe, serves with full loyalty, silently keeping an account which tells of the growing process of a small town kid to a downtown average joe, take it a dumping bin for memorable junks, from place to place, i bring back those "junks" and dump them all into this small drawer eating up only a small space in the wardrobe, it could be an already empty no ink marker pen I brought back from NS once served great graffiti purpose, the torch I used, sea shells from beaches, long abandoned guitar picks, hearted earrings of the past, accessories, some really old photographs, CD collection, and my diaries(two of them).

I flipped through the diaries, they had me argued and tells of something like "do you remember? All these of what you said in the past?" Heck! seriously I don't. I'm usually a guy which tell peoples I cannot sing at all, to this date if you ask me for KTV tomorrow, it'll only be the fourth time I actually went into a kbox. But in the small history book I actually said something like I wanted to be a singer in Hong Kong and my favourite group, Twins?! there's also this day when I bet with a friend said I would get to know them in five years time, and I'm gonna train hard on my, vocal skills?!

Funny thing about the diaries though, of one small part, written starting from last page onwards, was the account of complaints about mama, it's usually the page with the ugliest handwriting ever as I often did them in furious moods, the sentences were something like "I hate YOU YOU YOU, you never let me go OUT OUT OUT to cyber cafe!" or "Why can't I get TV?!" .

I found also this little piece of cut wood from an old abandoned KJ projects back in primary school, remember was I cut mine wrongly and this guy had one extra and gave to me, on top was the ink mark written "handed to Sam by Fai, 4:23pm, Thursday, 1st of July, 1999, Fai's time".

Cut all this, I'm again typing a draft entry, this time I didn't bring back my thumb drive, not even my card reader. I'm thinking of a way to bring the entry out for publishing later, and when you feel weird about the display pict, you know also what's with it, the ugliest and lamest way to bring a draft written entry for publishing. Seldom or I can say I no longer write into my little history book, since then I store my memories(not all though =] ) into a walking diary, yea, a real walking one.

I'm having a sore throat and I totally lost my voice, definitely this served the best way to blurb things out, have a nice day everyone!


Currently chilling into the mood of MLTR - 25 Minutes.

First of all, partly of this entry was pre-written as a draft post, it's half past 5 morning, it's gonna be yet another beautiful Nov 3rd, morning gonna-be, yet each time before the sun rises the long night will usually be one filled with emos.

No more than half an hour since I came back from my DotA game, something to mention though, 5 of us, the band of brothers once again sat a row after some time, not important were the wins and losses, instead were those precious moments came to recall during the process, we used to game pretty much as a team lastime, and some days passed by, each started walking their own paths, the kind of team chemistry which I found no where else and decided since then I would not to play without teammates.

I miss those days being Roulette dealer in the casino, the face of managers turn sour when my table being listed on chart, the top losers list, the customers, the kind of feeling filled their nerves when stakes getting higher, anxious or excitement, whatever you may call. And the beautiful First World Plaza at night, empty with shops closed and it tells of a story, Genting needs rest too, the casino doesn't. It's been a year since then, peoples come and go, yesterday was my last visit and the place no longer feels like home like it once did, what makes a good DotA game? the game concept is ever unchanging, what makes a place? the location too is ever unchanging, what makes them? P-E-O-P-L-E-S.

Info updates: Due to the broadband being cut off at home, My PC currently feels more like a DVD player, I've watched movies, tons of them lately, mostly those of Donnie Yen, I'm talking on MSN with Sara, and she asked to blog about Sara, so part of this blog entry is about Sara, I have not much to tell about Sara, I don't know Sara well, but partly of this entry is still about Sara on Sara's request, so it's nothing but Sara's blog to visit, *giggles* *don't kill me when you see this*.

I need to go, Have a nice day everyone!

Something of the last decade.

Woke up with tons of miss calls for a few consecutive mornings, the first day when one of them called and I said "Meet you at school, I'm coming in fifteen mins time", forced myself up the bed, went out the living room, there the seductive sofa did some magic trick and sucked me there, sticked to it, eyes closed, another two hours gone, today too woke up by a few calls from different peoples, and decided to meet them at some cyber cafe behind my apartment, I'm worst in first-person shooters, ended up being as food to the classmates, even a small kid who sit beside, a foreigner, he laughed at me, be lar di hel...

Gu Wak Zhai, the Young & Dangerous series, something of the last century, watched again and again at Ipoh, and I have all their soundtracks now, about ten years back that was how Ekin Cheng shot star dome because of the series and the portrayal as Chan Hou Nam, the Hong Kong local gang leader, back then that was also the time when momma would switch of the TV because of the violent substances, is that kind of conservative thinking, which they think a kid ten years plus of age should play Lego instead, in fact a rather contrary to the thinking, what I observed in the series was how the underground authorities ruled the place before 97 and how they survive after. 刀光剑影(violent) was the thing of the past, ruled Hong Kong for decades, soon after their reunion with mainland China, it was the new authority which came to work, money instead. 社团要低调, 赚钱要高调(Low profile the gangs, high profile in earning money), the boss of Hung Hing said that on his yacht with his cigar in hand, and Chan Hou Nam no longer an Ah Beng with fancy shirts and boot cut jeans, but one who would be on formal suit wherever he goes. Something of why I like the series much, classic and the godfather in its own genre, compared to those undercover-vs-gang-leaders of now.


How lame a comp without internet connection, I need to go out to cafe each time I wanted to blog, I'm not used to typing draft entries as some suggested me to do so, because my blog entries are all written based on current moods and feelings, so each time when I was about to bring a pre-edited entry to publish I'd mostly end up editing a large part or worst, dump the whole and write a new.

Few days back I had a talk with The Girl's dad, As thing I always like to do, to talk to old and experienced folks, peoples of different stages of life teach different things, even a kid in the playground with other small boys eventually makes you wonder how they could mix along so well, you also wonder why the olds could sit at the same old sofa all day long with only newspaper in hand, the middle stage they teaches you to be successful, you follow their footsteps and wouldn't lose track.

He told a story. "A bird injured and fell hard to the ground, half dead, a bull passed by and poo on the bird, the bird got angry, but eventually he couldn't do a thing, and not long after a wolf came by, pulled out the bird from the poo, and there ends the birdie's life." Simple yet meaningful was, the bird got angry of the bull, but eventually the poo kept him warm, and when he thought there's someone who came to save, but ended up being a prey to the wolf, what's bad to us at the current are not always bad as it says, what we think good at the moment aren't always good, either.

It's a world of karma effects, and that's what makes people says life a mirror and it reflects whatever we do. I watched The Protégé, I realized it's not only one which tells how drugs ruin life and one with the same old concept of police working undercover to bring down notorious gangs, instead the concept of karma, he's a drug lord, he never smokes and he don't take drugs, only thing is he sell drugs and he dominated the Hong Kong local heroin market, he has loads of money, only thing he did all this for expensive price, he has kidney failure and diabetes, and wife high blood pressure, and eventually he committed suicide soon after he's arrested.

Gtg, Have a nice day!!
I'm losing touch with keyboards, no longer get to use comps in KL, yet home was cut off from internet, having not paid the streamyx bill for twos months or three. And the cafe I'm currently typing has a slow narrowband-like connection, and I could not sign in to MSN.

Much a hermit this few days at home, Michael Crichton's "Next", from morning til noon, evening til before I sleep, snacks within arm's reach, and indulge in the very interesting moment the fiction has to bring, or randomly turn on to certain chapter on The 4-Hour Workweek.

I talked, to many, mostly about life and choices we made, I have a friend, who understands well all these, straight As from SPM to STPM and eventually got a scholarship from UM and graduated, and teaches maths in TARC, still looking for way out he said, and never want to stay in the school and teaches until white-hair grows. Some says, STUDY hard and get a goodjob with a nice pay.

However, I'd like to do things the other way, I'll go against the crowd, for those who influences you, who tells you what you're doing would not work, eventually nine out of ten didn't or wouldn't taste the fruit of success, I concluded my eye to be more trustable than my ears.

Weekend Snapshot 6.



Plain afternoon blurbs.

At first I thought of making a specially dedicated entry celebrating the blog's 100 posts, and I just got to know out of me realizing it's already a hundred twenty and plus plus. And once again this is of an entry with no display pic, stating we can still blog without camera, but my favor would still be random blurbs accompanied by some not dull but colorfully colorful pictures, so the current entry have none.

Yesterday we have had a nice night out at Somo bar, Mont Kiara. I like the atmosphere very much, japanese cuisines, and bears later with fellow colleagues, and there we talked and I learned about some life's greatest keywords, perseverance, perseverance and perseverance, endurance, endurance and endurance.

Bought a book, hesitated for awhile between Timothy Ferris's The 4-Hour Workweek and Alan Greenspan's The Age Of Turbulence, both I rated 5, but one from two of some greatest books, so then it was budget which came as comparison. My choice at last, the first. There are critics going on online of Tim Ferriss credibility, just like Robert Kiyosaki's Rich Dad PoorDad, you ask, does Rich Dad or Poor Dad really exists or they're merely fictional, however, is that important or something more profound should be bring into account, the concept?

Went for arcades, met a small little guy accompanied by his father, saw him played KOF. Same machine, same chair, for almost half an hour his hands never left the joy stick and buttons a few, played himself to an undefeated streak for long. So there's something we don't see everyday, and ah bengs with dyed hair and earrings would lose to a kid accompanied by parent.

Gotta go, have a nice day!



The media player is playing some really odd songs, sounds of some really old chinese singers, or some Jackie Chan ones which I favor much, randomly.

I didn't feel close with the keyboard lately, really not. I didn't have much time to type. Not the mood to bring along the cam to anywhere I go and take some shoots also. Much less time spent reading too, I'm feeling odd.

Went on a night out to Aloha with fellow classmates, again two bottles of Black Label hit up the spirit of the night. Got really drunk at first, puked twice, and got better, finally able to walk, I mean on my own. There were lots of cheers also, "step step high rise". grins*

The above display picture was taken some one week ago at Sunway Pyramid's Jusco. I didn't have a chance to upload the pict that day, since I was out whole day, and night even. And I think it's really normal of me failing to blurb out as much during afternoons compared to the nights. Gotta go, cheers and have a nice day everyone!

Random afternoon updates.

I have to type in a faster pace, but somehow feeling forever stucked with the first sentence, in fact I think if I ever woke up any earlier, time would still allow a DotA game or two, and typing made slower.

Actually I should have typed this a day earlier, but the DNS error in this comp just doesn't allow connection to Blogger.com, a result of too much trashy websites surfed by another housie, most were online betting or chinese music downloads, and it nearly got me slammed the keyboard towards the monitor.

I had a day out with fellow classmates, Cliff & Aili together with The Girl. Most of time we spent were with arcade games..


And what this picture actually tells, I'm not old, at first we thought we're too heavy to ride on the toot-toot car(whatever you call that), thus not moving, and later we found a trotting paddle, I hit on it and finally, it moved.

Recently I like spending midnight hours talking to to author of blog.chewxy.com, he's a very thoughtful person in my eyes and I've set myself to learn economics from him, mind if Chewxy you actually read this. =)

Gotta go, have a nice day!

Week 5 - Weekend Snapshot.



I've no idea of what will best describe this photo, it's just a random shot taken some saturday night. It's my 3 year old folk guitar and I get those signs from the national service camp. Have a nice day!

Midnight grumbles: Of abnormal routines.

It's of another session of midnight grumbles, slightly different from the other ones before, this one is of no display photo, and I typed the entry in a cafe. Of half the day I spent in Sunway Pyramid, and ended up stucked in a cafe with the last train gone, even the last shuttle bus, this is critical for poor citizens like me who lies total dependant on public transport.

Housies are back from a 2 weeks long sem-break holidays, this puts an end to the days which one third of the day spend on browsing through other blogs, one third of one third on writing a post, and another one third of one third of one third brewing a nice cup of coffee which helps generate inspirations.

I went on a half day gallivant(p/s Gallivanter I just used your patented word =P) at Sunway Pyramid, the new and old wing, flipped through some pages on Mitch Albom's Tuesdays With Morrie, aimed myself on a Nikon DSLR, and a Fujitsu Lifebook. Had also a lingerie hunt with the girl, and also satisfying malay buka puasa cuisine served as dinner which we bought beside a mosque, and a very good sip of Liz's recommendation, The caramel macchiato at Starbucks.

Watched I Now Pronounce You Chuck & Larry, need not to tell about the plot, but whenever you think of an Adam Sandler's film, you think of three words, positiveness, sanguinity and optimism, which themed up most of the films he starred in, rendering movie-goers to tears. So this is another one of a sort.

I'm finally at lost of words, and I'm feeling unease of a blog entry without a display photo which usually make up my style of writing. Have a nice day!

Of conventional thinking.

Each time before I hit on the publish button, an auto spell check will be done, usual spelling mistakes, were tons to be found, and then there were corrections, one by one. I've just realized how profound this simple tool is for one who always fail to type properly, however during exams, usually writing papers, spell checks are to be done in plain eye sights and have always eaten up quite an amount of time. And lecturers now are more likely to conduct teachings based on exam questions. I suppose these are examples of a globally failing education system we're having. Strive hard for good grades and serve a good and secure job then after, something like that.

I've wrote about conventional thinking in one of my previous entries, "Everything that can be invented has been invented", it is of this flat world, as Thomas Friedman calls it, that informations are of one click's reach. So what if one day we could bring about all informations we need, following us everywhere we go? And accounting can be done with softwares, despite accounting softwares already existed since quite some years ago. And we could have programmable robots which solves all our daily problems, does all paper works and give us advices based on their predicted outcomes. By then do we still need advisers and secretaries? So if you think accountants would lose out on their jobs, yes, some of them will, but not all, those who realize new opportunities will move on and carry forward. Have a nice day!

What does this tree look like?

Try to turn your head upside down and have a look. =)

Midnight grumbles: Of numbers, Xiaxue and Steven Lim.

Anyone who knows me knows this, I'm bad at numbers, realized the total disadvantages of not having a mathematically set up brain, I've succumbed to chewxy's cipher, seriously I know nothing about binary codes, and a friend who introduced me to this Bursapursuit thingy, which I saw nothing else but a bunch of numbers getting together in red, green and yellow colour.

MIR2 was rather busy at evening, I didn't hooked up in the jam, instead was up at my balcony watching, it's a rather nice view, there were loads of honking also, which doesn't seem to irritate when hearing from quite far a distance. Watched an interview on YouTube after that, both bloggers, being Xiaxue and Steven Lim, gave explainations about the recent feud between the two which heated up the S'pore blogosphere. My comments: click on Steven Lim's link up there and have a look, and the expression on your face is gonna be same as mine after you've seen the site. *grins*. Whether their feuds are of stepping stones of publicity to them, I get good laugh as a spectator siding none. p/s here's the video of the interview, part I and part II. And a dine between the two, hilarious.

I'm running out of words, and my midnight coffee is readily available within arm's reach. Have a nice day everyone!


Zombified is what describes best, having not slept in the last thirty something hours, I'm feeling half dead, still thanks to the caffeine this morning, if not I wouldn't have gone to classes. I feel I'm having much to tell, just failing to. Usually when i meet this kind of situation I would walk away from the comp for some minutes, and it usually feels better then after, and I'm starting to think a blog title last, it helps on free flow of inspiration rather than writing the style of some given topic essays.

I went to Low Yat, nothing much about, however when I was on the way walking to the monorail, I saw this remarkable public toilet which cost us tax payers a well amount of four hundred thousand Rm, luxurious? No, it looked like some standard sized cargo container though, some more close shop already, in fact i think nobody has ever pee on it, shop no yet open. It's just a blue colored cube serving decoration purpose, the only thing it has a toilet sign on it, and it costs us a fair amount of $. Wait to rot, it's already there for months, no one operates it, judge the efficiency, sluggish.

And I also finds RapidKL, being the largest bus operator in Klang Valley, to be lousiest in customer service, the bus drivers work as if they are the ones who provide our pay cheques. After a slow 1 hour bus journey to reached Sunway Pyramid, the new wing is still an empty mall with shops not ready to open for business, and smell thick of paints. I'll wait at least another month before my second visit to the new wing anyway.

The current picture in display is a shot taken just now, got the camera angle ready, waited for some time for the train to approach, and snapped, it looks not bad though, don't you think?

A cup of midnight coffee.

It's over 12, one thing good about Mcd's coffee though, is their unlimited refills, strange enough, coffee wouldn't cause insomnia for me. Had one in the fast food restaurant, refilled and brought one back home.

I like writing blog entries at night, especially when the hour hand went pass 12. But inspirations don't come often, there are times when words wouldn't seem to come, and at times, it is the subject that matters, it's only a cup of coffee huh? I was relaxed at first when I hit McD and that cup of midnight coffee would be my entry for the day, however it's only a cup of coffee, words came were only "This is a cup of coffee from Mcd, and still this is a cup of coffee from Mcd, for it was a cup of coffee from Mcd, so it's nothing else but a cup of coffee from Mcd."

The house isn't quiet, the speaker is playing on Red Hot Chili Peppers again. This time I have the whole album of By The Way downloaded, Dosed, The Zephyr Song, Can't Stop, are of those of my favs, especially at night. I like to play them on the phone at times, it brings about a very 70s radio feel. And my housie are out there watching Barca vs STU, Barca hits 1 - 0 and he's losing half of the stake, situation, intense.

I need to sleep, and I have classes at 10, about 5 hours later, truancy for me is getting more and more expensive. And I think I wrote a good entry about Mcd's coffee though.

Blogger unclothed meme.

This is a crazy meme started by bengbeng and Wannabe Economist.

Basically it is to generate goodwill and foster a closer relationship between bloggers, build traffic and generate links. I was tagged by XXX.

How to do the meme:

Post pics and write a short description of what you were wearing and accessories you had with you at 1200 noon or 12 midnight today or yesterday.

Tag 5 people and go to their blogs and let them know that they have been tagged. Have fun!


This is the shirt I wore today, the girl forced me to =/

My always same pair of shoe.

My hair cosmetics.

And my Santa Barbara wrist watch.

Bum equipment, you know what it is. =P

My boxer, it glows in the dark, ha!

And, the old man and his 4 sons. =P Have a nice day!

I tag: Narrowband, Keeyit, MonkeyWong, Darren, Liz.

Back to KL.

First there were peaceful nights in Ipoh, and then after were lack of it, not a bad thing though, I love doing those things in Ipoh which time in KL doesn't allow me to. There were countless games of DotA, endless talks of nonsense, loads of ha-has, beansprout chicken and coffees, not the ones from Starbucks, but Oldtown kopitiam instead. The whole scenario is like a Hotel California, "you can check out anytime you like, but you can never leave". Yea true the heart is still there.

First thing came to mind were the DotA games at Ipoh, I've played the game in a lot of places, with different peoples for a few years, I still finds nothing beats hometown gaming, it's not just a game, it's like a mirror reflecting your attitude instead, those who make good teammates of you are those who understands you the most, trust me, it really is.

Sam came staying in my house for a few days, we talked, mostly nonsense, he has no interest in any future undertakings, said he wouldn't regret as long as he spend days all quiet and calm, and not knowing whether he will still be alive for the next 10 years. "So what if the unlucky you cannot die and live until your 80s?" he kept quiet.

Few months back I met a high school friend, he's now in KL, changed a lot and is no longer the quiet prefect I knew back in the past. During the high school days, I was this anti-hero tough guy, in other words, samseng in school, he was a nerd in fair skin. Well, things had turned the other way round, I met him in the bus, I was holding my book, and he talked, I listened. "I've never go back to Ipoh since I graduated from high school, Ipoh has nothing, nothing means Ipoh is boring, and boredom is killing."

For a moment I think to myself, "How could that be?"

Red Hot Chili Peppes - The Zephyr Song.

It's a single released on RHCP's 8th studio album, By The Way. Heavy Californian feel, I would say guitarist John Frusciante did wonder of this song. They need no to speak, I can sort out Frusciante's work with others, pretty well only by the ear.

Can I get your hand to write on
Just a piece of lead to bite on
What am I to fly my kite on
Do you want to flash your light on
Take a look its on display - for you
Coming down no not today

Did you meet your fortune teller
Get it off with no propellor
Do it up its always stellar
What a way to finally smell her
Pick it up its not to strong - for you
Take a piece and pass it on

Fly away on my zephyr
I feel it more then ever
And in this perfect weather
Well find a place together
Fly on my wing

Riddlin on liberator
Find a way to be a skater
Rev it up to levitator
Super mainly aviator
Take a look its on display - for you
Coming down no not today

n the water where the scent of my emotion
All the world will pass me by
Fly away on my zephyr
Were gonna live forever

Of beer, cards and the cue.

Together there were 5 souls of us, boys grown up from Ipoh are we we call ourselves, though still keep contact after graduating from the same high school, seldom a time like this did time spent for a return to moments of the good old days, it certainly did, but the boys are more likely to have beers now, rather than ice milo, snooker rather than soccer, card games rather than those of the computers. Tigers were the spirit of the night, the stone age environment made up the atmosphere, were no many peoples in the bar, huge space for us yet no quiet.

First there were Santana, then it turned some funk rock at the middle, some trancey music then after, and bluesy ones before end. We played some chinese poker, I'm not pro of this, but turned out the pros didn't always win, in fact it actually happened the other way round, was lucky enough to always have loads of di, at least 2 for most of the time. First went spade 2 which is the dai di, followed by a full house, second went a heart 2, and flush to win, something like that. They had pools, I just never know how to, hard even to learn adjusting the cue to a proper position *grins*. Of the DJ, I requested some RHCPs and he gave me this one called "Can't Stop", a hit to suit my mood best to the atmosphere. It's no clubbing, it's just place for a relieve over hectic lifestyle we're tired of, and Ipoh still serves best for that.

Had supper right after, realized I left my cam in the bar, just when I wanted to take a shoot. So Alvin drove back to the bar, got it back. Place for supper was ABC restaurant, our all time favourite place to be. Stewed rice, I asked the hawker to separate the rice and stew, rice in plates, and stew a big bowl, and shared, insisted to serve it this way even if some days later we're millionaires.

The old man who sell delicious spring roll.

At roadside, he's here since some twenty years ago, and still he is, on the same spot. He creates wonder of some thin pancakes, alongside with pork lards, and hot served steamed jicama. He hasn't a restaurant, I guess he didn't need one, those who dove by would park their cars, and get a taste of the respectful 20 years old spring roll, and indulge in the taste of Ipoh cuisine.

He's at Canning Garden, Ipoh, opposite "Our Mother Of Perpetual Help" church, you're considered lucky if u spot him, he's usually there during weekends, hardly weekdays.

The death of Superman.

The day a superhero dies,
renders immortality vulnerable.

Reflection on recent anti-government protests in Myanmar.

It started immediately after the ruling junta in Myanmar removed fuel subsidies and increasing the price on fuel by as much as 500%. Led by some thirty to a hundred thousand monks and ordinary Burmese, they marches simultaneously in at least twenty five cities in Myanmar, with columns of monks stretching up to 1 kilometer. They too demanded the freedom for Aung San Suu Kyi, the pro democracy activist and the winner of Nobel Peace Prize, held detention at her own home and was currently moved to the notorious Insein prison in Southerm Burma.

The ruling regime however react by arresting and directly opened fire toward protesters, and has attempted to block all websites which carry informations about Myanmar and barred access to web-based emails. However bloggers in Yangon has succeeded in circumventing the censors and coverage of news, including videos and pictures are being posted on the blogs, they were able to capture pictures that even some mainstream news organization wouldn't be able to. But on 28th of Sept it was reported that the government has blocked all Internet access, official explanation was maintenance is being carried out, but it was reported also all Internet cafes have also been closed, however some blogs are still be able to bypass the Internet and are still in constant updates about events happening in Myanmar. Visit here to continue your read about updates of the protest, it's not just a protest to the Burmese, it's genocide instead.

This is a set of pictures that has raised international concerns, captured not just the shooting of a Japanese journalist, but a hundred tiny details that bring about the horror events unfolding in Myanmar as the ruthless military regime fights to crush the pro-democracy demonstrations that threaten its survival. Where is democracy? Still thankfully, due to the flattening of the world, there's nothing you can do, such as Internet control, would prevent the leak of informations, you can shut down news organizations, but bloggers are millions of us, we live in an era which truth of civilization prevails, others vanish.

Pictures in courtesy of Times Online.

Talking cock a.k.a Gong Lan Wah.

"mama insisted that i use a pipe when i cannot shoot properly"
"Oh, but why are you bending your knees when you pee?"

A conversation of me and a friend, both of us were talking about our future in MSN.

Me: "If one day I'm a boss of a major company I'll employ you okay?"

Sam: "I work by mouth or hand?"

Me: "Don't worry la, I won't ask you to park che for me one okay.."

Sam: "Park gugu la, I don't have license."

Me: "..............."

Sam: "You cannot take bus? Why do you need a driver?"

Me: "Please la, imagine if I'm the boss of a real big company, I scared I'll kena kidnap okay, cannot take bus la, cannot cannot."

Sam: "Stupid fool, you buy a bus ma can lor?"


Acoustic Alchemy - Playing For Time.

No singing, as instruments speak path, its plain smooth jazz. I always felt kind of this is the type of music a typical coffee bar in NYC would play, contemporary yet of a classic feel, it's a random instrumental piece minus off sound of vocal, perfectly fits into the night.

Story of a girl.

"Hi, asl?"
Was private message in friendster, was how we came knowing each other. today of years after, I'm still failing to figure out how two persons of different backgrounds came together, it feels of fate, and I appreciate, very much.

I'm a guy of no romance, not with deep pockets, either. I'm just an average joe, an ordinary guy next door who works for a living, but I came to know I worth more than precious to you and I'm not no one, and I'm not having no one either. I remember there were times I came looking for u at your college and waited for you to finish class, there were also times when we went out and I kid to dump you at corner of one street, sometimes ended up too late to catch on the last train and we spent a cold night on the street. And there were times at Genting, in the cable car were only two of us.

And there were times when you cooked, plain good taste of homemade meals, spoke of the heart, but somehow liked teasing you just to see your face turn sour, okay good food and the face smiled once again.

Monokuro Boo



piggie key chains

phone straps


long hair




colorful, not plain

my shoe

Starbucks coffee bar, the one opposite Time Square

KL central


Japanese dictionary,


"Say I love you before you put down the phone"

arcade games,

are the things I remember of you.

Norwegian Recycling - Hey Oh Tonight.

Norwegian Recycling, is how we call him, he's a 23 years old who makes pretty good mash ups, and there it is, a masterpiece mashup mix together of 3 songs, Red Hot Chili Peppers - Snow ((Hey Oh)), Eagle Eye Cherry - Save Tonight, Damien Rice - Cannonball. It's amazing how he preserved the guitar riff of Snow ((Hey Oh)) and brought about a new jazzy feeling. Have a nice day!

Midnight grumbles: Of professional wrestling.

The Internet connection is pretty slow, like uncle, and it takes me one to two minutes for a simple web page to be fully loaded. And I had this picture uploaded a few times, it didn't work for the first few times because of the lag, what I did then, I hit my hand to the modem, and it seems better and the picture is now uploaded as you can see.

As a boy, I grew up watching professional wrestling, since primary school, mama knows well wrestling shows to be violence elemental but thankfully she has never said no each time that I bugged her to let me the TV just to see The Rock or Austin on screen. And there has been some years since then, The Rock no longer wears his wrestling boots or his elbow pads he used to throw to the crowds when he performs his signature "People's Elbow" and is now known as Dwayne Johnson rather than The Peoples Champion, and Austin no longer makes regular appearance. I like The Rock, well said the most electrifying man in sports entertainment, I like Jeff Hardy, you know actually a Swanton Bomb is much harder to perform than Choke Slams or an F-U? I respect Booker T, when Sting speak of the fate of WCW wrestlers signing into the WWE, said "We have to start from scratch, we are peons here and we have to work twice as hard to compete with existing big names in this new place" that spoke of the reason why Sting has never actually signed a contract with WWE. Now back to Booker T, he was a 4 time WCW world champion, but being signed to the WWE, his gimmick changed and he no longer hold the fame he once had, and he often being humiliated by the crowds during live events, and he still wrestle, even to this day, he deserves utmost respect as he himself has respected his job at the first place.

It's undeniably true that professional wrestling shows are fake, this had lead to loads of criticisms such as the show to be called "the goofy pseudo-sport" "only kids like wrestling shows". But no one came to know this to be the most profound factor drived the success of wrestling sports entertainment. Not a crowd as large would be willing to watch something without a storyline, it's proven though by the distinctive phenomena being captured between Boxing shows and professional wrestling, just compare the crowds and the heat. And come on, movies are fake too, Superman is fake too, and Peter Parker a.k.a Spiderman would die falling from high rise buildings ok? Can do web swing some more?

Think also, wouldn't running a wrestling promotion be much an easier job for wrestling promoters by just calling the guys out for matches? With no story lines involved, cut off the feuds and conflicts between wrestlers, and wouldn't it be much easier for the wrestlers to just go out and fight the hell out of each other? They all have a tough job, not just their role as wrestlers, but being also stunt-men, actors, acrobats, etc. The referees and announcer are being also the match coordinators of how the fixed outcome of the match should be brought about. Mistakes are now allowed in a match simply because they are performing live, in front of thousands of audience, even Jacky Chan gets a cut and retake when he did mistakes in a movie shoot, but not the wrestlers, having the need to learn ways of landing punches so they may look real is simply harder than just laying a stiff blow onto your opponent's face.

In case you did not know, the bloods are indeed real in a wrestling match, they're all real actors and stunt performers who cuts themselves with a small enough razor blade on their foreheads thus create the effect that they bleed after getting a blow by let's say, steel chairs, and they are very well trained to prevent being seen cutting themselves, but sometimes you still sees it. Now think, wouldn't it be much more easier for the wrestler to just lay a blow hard enough onto their opponent's forehead and causes them to bleed?

A show perfectly choreographed, coordinated and well planned, conducted by some world's greatest stunt men, that makes up professional wrestling shows, compare that with the Olympic wrestling, which one to be more interesting and which works a harder job?

Jeff Hardy's Swanton Bomb. This is entertainment, but the hazards are real.

Wannabe Economist.

I'm Wannabe Economist, a.k.a Samuel Law, the author of this blog, I'm from Malaysia, currently resides at KL. By the time I write this introduction, the blog has already up running for nearly two years, and "Wannabe Economist", the current gimmick, is already my second change of a blog title, the first one being "AndYetICannotThinkOfABlogTitle" and the second one "私のクラブ . My Club . 我的俱樂部". Til this day, this blog has not a theme at all, I write about my interests, usually about the abnormal routines of the current, randomly spiced up with my lousy sense of humor, however inspiration doesn't come always and I'm not always funny.

Talk to me about economics, guitars, rock n' roll, and we can have the conversation go as long as a few nights.

I read the words of Warren Buffett, Anthony Bozza, Stephen Davis, Steven Levitt, Tim Harford, even umm.. Alan Greenspan(haha, that old faggot).

I hear the sound of Deep Purple, Led Zeppelin, Beatles, Guns N' Roses, Scorpions, Motorhead, Pantera, Megadeth.

I watch the films of Tom Hanks, Steve Martin, Adam Sandlers.

-Keep On Writing In The Free World-
Wannabe Economist.

Matchbox 20 - Push (Acoustic Version).

I've always like to dig out some old Mp3 files in the comp and just by doing I found this one, its really the crispy acoustic guitar sound that melts the heart. The original one was released back at around 10 years ago.

She said I don't know if I've ever been good enough
I'm a little bit rusty, and I think my head is caving in
And I don't know if I've ever been really loved
By hand that's touched me, well I feel like something's gonna give
And I'm a little bit angry, well

This ain't over, no not here, not while I still need you around
You don't owe me, we might change
Yeah we just might feel good

I wanna push you around, well I will, well I will
I wanna push you down, well I will, well I will
I wanna take you for granted, I wanna take you for granted, yeah I will, I will

Well I will

She said I don't know why you ever would lie to me
Like I'm a little untrusting when I think that the truth is gonna hurt ya
And I don't know why you couldn't just stay with me
You couldn't stand to be near me
When my face don't seem to want to shine
'cuz It's a little bit dirty well

Don't just stand there, say nice things to me
I've been cheated I've been wronged you,
And you don't know me, I can't change
I won't do anything at all

Red Hot Chili Peppers - Snow ((Hey Oh))

Come to decide that the things that I tried
were in my life just to get high on.
When I sit alone, come get a little known
but I need more than myself this time.
Step from the road to the sea to the sky,
and I do believe that we rely on
when I lay it on, come get to play it on
all my life to sacrifice.

Hey oh...listen what I say oh
I got your hey oh, now listen what I say oh

The more I see the less I know
The more I like to let it go - hey oh, woah...
People need the cover of another perfect wonder
where it's so white as snow,
finaly divided by a word so undecided
and there's nowhere to go;
Inbetween the cover of another perfect wonder
and it's so white as snow,
running through the field where all my tracks
will be concealed and there's nowhere to go.

[2nd verse]
When will I know that I really can't go
to the well once more - time to decide on.
Well it's kiliing me, when will I really see,
all that I need to look inside.
Come to belive that I better not leave
before I get my chance to ride, well it's killing me,
what do I really need - all that I need to look inside.

[3rd verse]
Went to descend to ammend for a friend of
the channels that had broken down. Now you
bring it up, I'm gonna ring it up - just to hear you sing it out.
Step from the road to the sea to the sky,
and I do belive what we rely on,
when I lay it on, come get to play it on
all my life to sacrifice

Midnight grumbles: The Naked Ambition and The Red Hot Chili Peppers.

It's Josie Ho, my own screen capture in a rather humorous rated-3 movie I watched just now, named The Naked Ambition, starring Louis Koo and Eason Chan with some other big names of the Hong Kong film industry, the film details the rise of 2 low rank magazine editors to some huge names behind Hong Kong's local porn industry, had lots of laughter despite off the rather superficial storyline, still the actors they get my credit for the amusement from the gags they brought about, I'm not gonna tell much about the film though, you can get details of the film here.

The hour hand hits 1, perhaps it's to be another long night again with lots of ingenuity flows, few hours back in the afternoon I was still thinking of what the day's blog entry would be about, all ain't hard at night, and I hate night time no more like I do few years ago, the night stalker spirit lives strong in me, only thing negative is that it's bad for health, and I have some rather odd music playing on the current play list, some Matchbox 20's and some Red Hot Chili Peppers, something I seldom pay my ear unless it's in a really peaceful atmosphere, chumming together with a long and silent night. I guess I have a rather odd music taste, on a bright sunny day I'd prefer to have some metals on with heavy guitar riffs and double paddle drumbeats, a total contrary to the night.

And the play list now turns to Red Hot Chili Peppers - Snow, it's a rather soft and melodic song, which tells of how hard it is to get rid of your old life and start anew. There's time when I watched the song's MTV over and over, a simple yet meaningful MTV showing of how the fans have turned a group of cocaine addicts from California into one of world's greatest band ever. Frankly, they had my respects a lot more than the fastest guitar shredders do.

However if you feel funny or weird of reading a blog entry starting with some sexy actress's picture and ends with me teling of my personal music tastes, it's ok and it's absolutely normal to have felt that, it shows you're normal, however I'm not, and the world is not, it's a world consists of loads and loads of abnormal routines, and this is just to be some midnight grumbles, nite!

Random Starbuck experience.

It's a usual afternoon with gloomy sky and little rain, having just sneaked out of work, I'm slowly sipping off my cappuccino at a Starbucks coffee bar nearby, it's indeed one of the world's greatest pleasures having time for relaxation, watching off pedestrians by passing the rather busy street in front of Low Yat Plaza, some of them carrying their new gadgets walking out of KL's largest IT mall in a very slow pace, some chit-chatting at tables near me, some with their working suits on and accompanied by their laptops, and I keep wondering how the working class could enjoy their life so well , and somehow I'm feeling they are having some Internet conference on going. I guess Malaysia is more or less influenced by the coffee cultures of those western developed countries, but somehow there's a huge distinctive phenomena between the developing countries like us and the developed western countries, that westerners would enjoy their life to the maximum despite of their job status, from general clerks, to supervisors, to department managers or maybe as CEO, no matter what position they're in they're serving they just get their fair amount of salaries, what I mean fair here is that, really fair wage rates with minimum over exploitation towards employees, so whether the job position is to be low ranking general clerks or managerial board of directors, so in those much developed countries, it's very normal to see peoples from all different backgrounds spending their own sweet time in coffee bars, whereas for a developing country like us, a relaxation at the coffee bar would seem rather luxurious, a simple words, its our luxury comparing theirs as necessity. But however I would say the rising coffee culture to be a good phenomena that we are catching up tailing their steps, despite off a Starbucks that cost nearly a 10times more in price, however, you're paying rm10 for a nice mug of cappuccino or the renowned hot chocolate, in exchange for a priceless time-slow-down shaking off hecticness, it's for you to judge whether it's a worth or no.

I'm having with me my cigarettes, a book written by Tim Harford, The Undercover Economist, and my cup of cappuccino added 4 packs of sugars to get the average-not-too-sweet-or-bitter taste, slowly sipping off the good taste of the coffee and writing this in a draft paper. =)

We all know that it's no merely a few years since coffee bars franchising industry rose to prominence and became a luxurious way of time passing entertainment for fellow Malaysians, it's also clearly that having one in almost every corner of the streets, somebody is making huge money behind all this, and I wonder how they managed to turn our random activity into necessity in no more than a few years.

To sort that out, I walked into the coffee bar, the place where the cash in counter located and had some observations. There I saw some racks, each has an open top container on them , inside were their different types of coffee beans, each type is said to be specially planted, by doing this they're passing us the thought that their coffee beans are special and nowhere else to be found, and most importantly, they're implanting an image into us that the coffee beans are the prime cost behind the whole business, but is that true? or our own conventional thinking tells us, the rent, expensive rents causes them to price their coffees at a slightly higher margin, but is that true also? Tim harford said in his book The Undercover Economist, stating it's not the expensive rents which cause coffee bars to overprice their product, rather, it's the scarcity of the product itself, which coffee bars set them on a high marginal selling price, thus causing the landlords to set the rent higher, this is simply because the landlords are not stupid and they just wanted to grab a fair share of the big pie. And those who worked before in coffee bars would probably know that coffee beans make up such a small proportion of the total cost of the business. So what is the cost that they needed to pass on to consumers like you and me? Think like this, if they simply charge you rm1 for your coffee, you would have thought that the whole coffee bar just don't have enough tables to occupy all their customers, Tim Harford says that, for restaurants business, table space is surely to be a huge business cost to be considered, the longer your customers occupy them the cost will be relatively higher too since it simply prevents the flow of new wave of customers. So it's normal to see that on restaurants menu, desserts are often expensive.

And if they are charging an expensive price on their coffee products, how would they attract the price savvy consumers? You would have think, again they would lower the price to achieve equilibrium since the price savvy consumers are purely price elastic, surely that would be a good idea, but they do not want to lose out their margins also, so from their menu I saw this little business trick that they use. They have a great variety of alternatives come to offer, a regular cup of cappuccino or hot chocolate is priced around rm10, you have the option to have some cream puffs on top of your coffee, that would cost you an extra few dollars, or you prefer adding caramels on top of your hot chocolate, that would cost you extra too, you might have thought that they are simply to offer you more varieties but what they are doing is actually to price target different group of consumers. The lavish ones simply wouldn't mind paying an extra few dollars just to feel special, and mind telling actually it's very true that every product of theirs costs almost the same for them to produce, just only they have set a wide price range, so thrify consumers like me would stick to the regular cup of cappuccino, they preserved their margins, thus they never lose out any consumer groups, how great.

I think it's time again for me to get my ass back to work, have a nice day!

The original Ipoh beansprout chicken.

I've forgotten when was the last time I stumbled across Jln Yau Tat Shin for a taste of the original Ipoh Beansprout Chicken, I've tasted a few ones which I call them merely the imitations of the original, none of them would have a match with the original, even their beansprout would have already been considered tiny compared to the original one, afterall it's still a simple dish, serving a plate of steamed chicken and a plate of beansprout with soya sauce and flavoured oil.

Frankly, it's so true and a shame to admit saying an Ipoh lang like me actually did not get my first taste of the famous dish until I was 19, not that I don't feel like, but somehow just never care to bother although almost everyday I walked passed the place after school.

And for now I would say "Onn Kee", the shop beside the all time renowned "Lou Wong" to be better in quality, visitors from other places might have a better impression on "Lou Wong" but of all the comments from local Ipoh lang, Lou Wongs's food quality has decayed over the years, and even now, overrated, so I'll recommend Onn Kee is to be the best to deliver you your one stop famous Ipoh beansprout chicken, served with their renowned kue teow soup, a taste of heaven brought down to earth, have a nice day!

Download videos directly from YouTube.

Few months ago I was still on a struggle looking for programs to download videos from YouTube, and I came across this site which they offer you downloads from YouTube for FREE, and you didn't need to install any programs, all you need to do is just to copy the video URL(http://youtube.com/watch?v=J7JmsMMIR4Y) and paste it into the box for the converting, your choice whether the file would be converted to AVI, MOV, 3GP or MP3(audio only). I've tried the other YouTube downloading tools but I'm still finding this one to be the best of all, I've downloaded a couple of videos from that website since then, have a nice day and happy downloading! Comments are appreciated!

It's much easier being female bloggers.

The girl was using internet in the room and I was outside watching TV, the show ended, I went in kept bugging wanting to use internet to do some stuffs..

The girl: "Come come and see this girl, her eye lashes are so pretty, she has no eye bag!"(She was reading over some eye-catchy-blinking-blinky-template female blogs)

I said: "Every picture also same person one, what so special?"

The girl: "Aiyah you don't know one la."

That's why I came to a point that being female bloggers are much easier, they write about their boring daily routines, waking up in the morning, applying make ups getting ready for their classes, and randomly ask their buddies around to take pictures with them, examples "Me with who and who, do these 3 young ladies just look gorgeous?" and post them up onto their blogs, or they randomly tells about their make up brands, offers and discounts in shopping malls, the clothes they bought from shopping that particular day, going party in a night club, etc. Some of them even earns a fair income just by posting up their photos onto their blogs, they get free hand phones, free hairdos, free Ipods, PSPs and so on..

But I also came to a point that, these bimbo blogs, as Kenny Sia calls it, normally attracts a lot of readers, not only the guys, but even the girls, as you see The Girl who is also fan of ClapBangKiss, I love browsing through Dawn Yang's blog also, despite she keep telling same old stories of her going to some random night clubs with this who and that who, but the more pictures she post of herself, the better she attracts me to browse over and over again of her blog, ha ha!

That's why I'd say being female bloggers are much easier, just if you don't believe, imagine a guy posting endless counts of self indulgent pictures all over his blog. it's certainly an easy thing to do right?

Of me hoping to attract a much larger readers circle, this is my attempt..


I have a nice ass too ok!

With Julian Chan, do we look alike?

Do I look cute?

I'm so pretty.

I'm so sexy.

This is my pair of sexy legs.

And my gorgeous house mate.