Hello, Goodbye

Hello all!

I know, it's been ages since I've last blogged here. Even as I type this, I have a severe case of writer's block. The rusty gears of blogging, left unused over time, groans and moans with every effort.

Sadly, I've come to a point where I don't really give two bananas about this blog anymore. The exercise of stringing together intelligible words to describe my day/ events seems like a painful chore. Especially the intelligible part, who am I kidding? (LOL)

You know the end is here when you'd rather do the dishes than blog.

Anyways, cheers to all who've read this humble page of mine throughout the years and made this fun. And to those that didn't, well, screw you.

I'm sad/ happy/ relieved to say, this blog will be closed. Well, not closed CLOSED, as I would love to come back here one day and read about my stupidity, but closed no-longer-blogging-here.

Maybe, just maybe I'll start blogging again someday. But till then, go do Sudoku.



Now... back to the bloody dishes...

R.I.P Ben

When I heard the news of his death, I immediately remembered his playful "strangling" and his smart, witty remarks, him walking around Sri Andalas Sports Complex sipping his soft drink, his shy smile... That's Ben.

He will be missed.

Farewell and goodnight, my friend.

Hipsters Can Kiss My Ass

This is exactly what I'm talking about. These oblivious douchebags. Like vain nose pickings. Thanks to Sajith for the link. If you can relate to anyone of the race contestants in this video, I sincerely feel sorry for you. Got rot far far, thanks yous.

Indie Rubbish

Recently, I stumbled upon a group on Facebook entitled "Rules for Indie Kid Initiation" which contains a sizable list of "Thou Shall"s in order to be "indie". For the uninitiated, "indie" is essentially a subculture spawning from bands disassociation with major labels, where anything "mainstream" is frown upon.

"Indie", the informal version of "independent", can be used to mean or symbolize originality and forward-thinking, especially in music and design blah, blah, blah. This is roughly what "indie" means according to the Urban Dictionary.

Now, found in that above mentioned expansive list are things like (in verbatim):

1) Thou shall shop only at the following places: thrift stores, urban outfitters, american apparel, your local neighborhood co-op/diy boutique. (extra indie points for those who make or alter their own clothing, regardless, skinny jeans are the only acceptable form of pants for both sexes)

2) Thou shall know everything about the Beatles, regardless of whether or not one likes the Beatles. The same is true for The Doors, Bob Dylan, Simon and Garfunkel.

3) Thou shall forcefully speak about politics/world affairs (actual knowledge on aforementioned topics not a requirement).

4) Thou shall fill one's iPod with obscure music.

5) Thou shall be a photographer (actual skill is not required. An indie kid is not complete without a Flickr account "modestly" promoted though choice networking site).

These are some of the examples from 50 "guidelines" found in that list. It seems to me now, after reading this and observing youths on the street, "indie" is now "in" and "cool". Every insecure, pimply kid wants to be "indie".

If you ask me (and even if you don't I'm gonna tell you anyway), this "indie" craze is a pot full of bullshit. The very fact that these kids want to be part of the "indie" craze already means they're not "indie"- they're part of a (now) mainstream culture. Wannabe "indie"s cancel themselves out even before they start.

This pretentiousness is absolutely pathetic but unfortunately it's common nowadays. Everybody wants to be somebody other than themselves. Kids want to be special, want to stand out, want to be unique, so they be "indie", "emo", "punk" etc. I ask, how can you be "unique" or even "special" when millions are EXACTLY like you? It's pointless and dumb.

There is no faster way for you to lose my respect than being pretentious. I've met kids who are obviously wannabes by dropping obscure band names, trying to play it cool etc. When they speak, all I see is a steaming heap of crap with a mouth and "WANKER" in bold engraved on their forehead. It is absolutely sad.

All this obsession with "indie"/"emo"/(whatever shitty subculture) I blame on one thing: kids aching so badly in the nuts to be "cool". Let me put on record, for I have been saying this many times, "cool" is absolutely relative and any obsession with it is positively PATHETIC.

If you really want to be "indie" "cool", my friends, I have this suggestion to make:

Be yourself.

Boob Watch

A German research published in New England Journal of Medicine and Weekly World News said that men staring at women's breasts in fact prolong their lives with years.

"Just 10 minutes of staring at the charms of a well endowed female such as Baywatch actress Pamela Lee is equivalent to a 30- minute aerobics work-out," said author Dr. Karen Weatherby, a gerontologist.

Read full article

AHA! Finally, a research paper that actually proves boob watching is a healthy activity! I've always suspected that but now it's fully proven, therefore justified.

I wanna live forever. Let the workout begin!

Work, work

Well, so far work's been not too bad. The first day was hell but subsequently it got easier and much more bearable. My colleagues hail from different parts of the world: Japan, Brazil, Germany, Switzerland and, of course, Australia (d-UH!).

Most importantly, they're nice, fun, down-to-earth people. I guess you won't get divas at car wash bays, thank God.

Some days I just wash cars. Some days I drive more (transferring dirty cars from airport to wash bay). Some days it's a balance of both. Driving is definitely more fun and relaxing as I get to drive powerful cars like Lancers and Commodores (a bulky Australian car). The exhilaration of putting pedal to the metal gets me all the time.

So far, no complaints whatsoever. The pay is hell good, for sure. The schedule is a bit of a pain in the ass. For AM shifts, I have to wake up as early as 5 bloody AM to clock in at 6. You get to sleep in with PM shifts which starts at 2, but it pretty much screws up your whole evening as I end by 10 PM.

Oh well, you can't have everything in life. Considering I thought of quitting on the first day, I'm considerably enjoying myself more.

Who knew...

Summer Work

Today will be my first day as a-

Vehicle Service Representative...

...in other words Car Washer...

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!~ I kid you not, this is my work title. Sounds nice but essentially what I do is wash and maintain rental cars. Also, don't confuse this job with the Aneh in Malaysia that washes cars in saturated car wash Klang. This is more professional.

Most importantly, it pays well and can give me the hours I want. My plan is simple, genealogically embedded in Chinese blood- work like a dog and become a rich towkay.

I don't know how long I can last this physically draining work though. Money is my only motivation.

Yes, Ian is a whore for money. Heh.

Cheers, people!