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    Thursday, July 28, 2005

    There is nothing more exhilirating than moving content from one blog to another. After a year plus, I've moved back to Blogspot where it all began. The move was an interesting process of self-discovery and I've seen how much I've grown in the past two years. That's another way of saying that I've written a lot of crap and I think I am getting better at it.

    How do you like the new girlie look?

    Tuesday, July 26, 2005

    Jo. A name so beautiful that they had to say it twice.

    Before this gets completely out of hand, let me say, I have nothing against Jojo. I love her show until then ran out of models to interview.

    "dude, u have to much time on your hands. via your posting u do make everyone on jo's show and herself appear pertubed by some catcy bimbo virus. However, if u watched the show, u would see that what they said was in humourous light.

    don't be such a downer and chill on the sarcasm batboy. i am a fren of jo's and zen's, and they are both lovely people:)"

    No, I don't think there is some catchy bimbo virus. It is an epidemic.

    Right about now, people are passing a link to my site around and saying I am a Jojo-hater. So truth be told, I do not hate Jojo. I think her show is stupid but sinfully entertaining, which is a good thing. I hope she thinks that way too. And if science could somehow harness all the mental energy in the studio where they shoot "Pillow Talk", I am sure they could make toast.

    You won’t see a better display of misguided effort.

    I am fairly convinced that in every government organisation in Malaysia, there is one department that has at least six guys who sit around and come up with names that also make sense as an acronym. There must be a committee that comes up with this.

    PUAS - Perbadanan Urus Air Selangor Berhad
    PLUS - Projek Lebuhraya Utara-Selatan
    INTAN - Institut Tadbiran Awam Negara
    MAMPU - Unit Pemodenan Tadbiran dan Perancangan Pengurusan Malaysia
    ICU - Unit Penyelarasan Pelaksanaan
    JAWI - Jabatan Agama Islam Wilayah Persekutuan
    JAKIM - Jabatan Kemajuan Islam Malaysia
    SUHAKAM -Suruhanjaya Hak Asasi Manusia Malaysia
    SPA - Suruhanjaya Perkhidmatan Awam Malaysia
    PROTON – Perusahaan Otomobil Nasional

    It is one thing to have your FRU or TRF or FBI or CIA or DEA. But to have the acronym make sense, that requires genius. Or someone just has way too much free time or in my case, just plain bored with life.

    Saturday, July 23, 2005

    Let me start off by asking...

    Don’t you think Mr Fantastic is too old for Invisible Girl? It’s “Invisible Girl”. Not “Invisible Woman” or “Miss Fantastic.”

    I’ve been going on without any food in the fridge for the past month or so and I’ve finally faced the inevitable of doing groceries. Even so, it was because Mr Manager (no relation to Mr Fantastic) managed to freak me out by saying “You should have at least two eggs in your fridge at all times. Lillian Too said so.” Can’t argue with logic and science.

    So I groce.

    What’s up with these people who would jam up the aisles for a five strands of noodles just because it is free? And you know what’s worse than standing in line for a free taste of instant noodles? Going for seconds.

    I digress. But I groce. I’m going low-carb. No bread or noodles. Lots of meats. I am not sure if I am going Atkins but I am feeling constipated already. It's almost two hours from shopping to home. Throw out expired crap in the fridge. Fill up the refrigerator with new stuff. Now I feel like eating out.

    Fact: I have food in the fridge.
    What it really means: Now there’s food rotting away in the fridge.

    While grocing, it got me thinking about our local brands. (Shopping makes me think crazy!)

    Why do local companies tend to use their products as mascots? For instance, “The Chicken Rice Shop” uses the chicken as its mascot. Even the local KFC once used Super Chook as its mascot a long time ago. Think about it. If you were a chicken, would you encourage your fellow chickens to be eaten. You’d be seen as the Uncle Tom of chickens. The chicken who sold out. No wonder our local brands don’t make it.

    See, McDonald’s have a clown named Ronald. Not a cow hawking the Big Mac cause that would just be sick and gross.

    Besides the food products, I also bought some entertainment. One was “The Essential Michael Jackson” which after looking at the pictures of Mike over the years in the inlay, highlighted two things for me. One, I am old. Two, plastic surgery as come a long way. Second, was the 20th Anniversary Edition of “E.T.” reinforcing the first point from the Michael Jackson CD.

    So tonight, I am staying clear out of my home studio. I am going to eat a huge piece of meat. Update my blog and figure out how to podcast on my iPod. Watch E.T. and perhaps sexually harass myself. Then read my Harry Potter and go to sleep before midnight. All this on a Saturday night. Before you know it, I’d be doing something crazy like going to the gym. What kind of fucked up world am I living in?

    Friday, July 01, 2005

    Cheryl and I had lunch today at House & Co. at BSC this afternoon. The place was packed with these women who are really professional wives. They just sit around all day, eat and sip coffee, go shopping, and tell their domestic help what to do. I am not certain but I am fairly confident that 10% of Botox users in KL were in that café. They were not eating and they were just sitting there taking up valuable space from people who really need that curry laksa fix.

    Anyway, we had to share a table with these two 40-something women. It was a fairly large table and there were some comfortable space between us. However, it was the quietest meal I’ve had in a long time given that I was eavesdropping, through no fault of mine. She was loud.

    “I had another argument with Edward* today. The baby was crying in the dark and Edward just sat there. I asked “Can’t you make yourself useful?” but he said he couldn’t see the baby. Then we argued and I was really cold to him. I felt that I lost all emotion when I spoke with him. Then I told him that maybe we shouldn’t be together anymore.”

    She went on to tell her friend that she does not need him anymore. She does not need him financially, emotionally, or physically.

    There you have it, the genesis of a possible divorce or separation.

    Needless to say, this conversation was captivating. Never let it be said that I do not listen.

    What’s up with this sort of women? What kind of man do they need? What kind of man are they looking for? From my observations, they are usually single, divorced, or with some white guy because they think Asian men just don’t understand them. (Which I really think it’s code for “Asian men think they are a total bitch!”) And you usually find them in cities like KL or Singapore.

    Anyway, I couldn’t help thinking of the possibility that I might one day end up with a woman like that where I outlive my usefulness. Whatever the hell that means.

    * His real name.