“vegetarian dinner at one of those restaurants that make all the vegetables look like meat and all that?”

her response was affirmative to which i replied that i was not the least bit interested. i’m still trying to figure out my distaste for vegetarian restaurants, and i think it partly has to do with an argument that my family had while dining at a vegetarian restaurant when i was a short, little, ugly albeit a little bit cute boy of about eight or nine…

no, it wasn’t the fault of the vegetarian restaurant but it still retains that unfortunate association. heh, that person who told you that the world was a fair place, well…he lied

some points to ponder

1. our microeconomy isn’t looking particularly rosy at the moment, and oh yeah…a good way to help things along is to go go pay ridiculously jacked-up prices for vegetables dressed up as flesh
2. most people claim that they are vegetarians for religious reasons, well…by all means go eat vegetables, nobody is stopping you. but what is the point of making the vegetables look like meat or fish or some other ‘sinful’ indulgence that is forbidden by religion? i mean, if you’re so bloody hard up for flesh, go eat it…PICK ANOTHER RELIGION! spare yourself the trouble of looking for that OH SO WONDERFUL VEGETARIAN RESTAURANT THAT SERVES FLESH LOOKING VEGETABLES!
3. and if it’s for religious reasons, all those cooks and the people who partake in the flesh looking vegetables are in serious deep shit with the Big Fella up there, i mean…seriously…HAVE YOU EVER SEEN MUSLIMS MAKING THEIR CHICKEN DISHES TO LOOK LIKE PORK? pbbbfffftttttttt……
4. walk into most vegetarian restaurants and you’d see some monks sitting at tables eating vegetarian meals, as is required…but do spare a thought for them, you abstain from flesh for a few weeks or months or whatever, they have got no choice, they don’t eat meat, period. and YOU make them sit there eating vegetables looking like meat…that’s almost akin to rubbing salt into the wound eh?

don’t get my wrong, i deeply respect all religions, and i have dear friends who are vegetarians, i have a problem with the concept of flesh looking vegetables i guess…and i think alot of times, all the abstinence and ‘pantang larang‘ are maybe a misinterpretation of the teachings?

go figure

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dedicated to all them druggies, potential druggies, drug pushers and potential drug pushers out there!

it’s time to change the BORING label that pharmacists attract. there’s more than the prim, proper and boring friendly neighbourhood pharmacist than meets the eye!

i had to cut my ram by half to 256mb cos one of the boards fried, OMFG…everything was affected! startup, shutdown, multitasking, tabbed browsin; i felt like i was being unproductive waiting for the inevitable lull as i ‘alt-tab’ed between windows…it was so painful!

it didn’t help that the notebook is old, so it took me awhile to hunt down the correct ram, but after installing 1gb of ddr 266mhz pc2100 ram, its all sunshine and rainbows again, HAH

oh, by the way, selangor is a developed state already. it’s no longer developING, now on par with singapore, hong kong and them western countries…RIGHT, of course.

anyway, back to doggie tags. i was being very naive, thinking that it’d take me an hour tops to get things done, ended up being there for FOUR HOURS!

1. grab a license application off the Help Desk and pay RM1 for it; note: there is no need to queue (you can’t anyways, cos there is no queue!), just jostle your way through to the table and demand an application form
2. fill it form, submit it back to the help desk, with doggie’s vaccination records, and wait…
3. and wait…
4. and wait…
5. then a lady’d come out and ask you where you were born, how the fu*k is this relevant to the application, and hey, THIS IS MALAYSIA, get the bloody information off the ‘fantastic’ myKad!
6. and then you continue waiting…
7. then the lady comes out with the bill that you have pay, now this time you have to queue up to pay
8. you give her the receipt to prove that you’ve paid, and she disappears again…and you wait…
9. and wait…
10. then she finally comes out and gives you the license

there you go, the 10 point guide on how to get a doggie license from your local town council. now, i need someone to explain to me how a process as simple as issuing a dog license TAKE FOUR BLOODY HOURS???

i’d hate to imagine how things are like in the other states that haven’t achieved ‘developed‘ status yet…you know, backwaters, kampungs, ‘sua pahs’!

something did put a smile on my face though, i encountered an indian man in the lift going down who kept muttering

“pukima mia orang, suruh datang pagi, nanti suruh datang petang, nanti belum siap, suruh datang besok, pukima mia orang, ingat gua tak payah kerja ka, PUKIMA MIA ORANG”

oh, dont forget to visit their website, might as well promote the place i’m living in

me still trying to figure out what a “madani” community is…maybe it’s one where people wont rant after being made to wait FOUR BLOODY HOURS for a dog license

have cc’d this to the MPK complaint centre as well as the Sun newspapers…not that it’s going to do much good, but at least i get some gratification out of it!

well, so much for the Three Magic Words That Make a Relationship…

here i present to you the

Seven Magic Words That UNMAKE a Relationship

if anyone has been on the receiving end of this, my sincere sympathies to you…but hell, for the 3rd party watching it, it’s bloody hilarious.

cheers!

ever vomited for a few minutes straight (oh, trust me…it felt like forever)? first comes the blackish coloured stuff, then it gradually lightens to a dark brown before the light brown caramel coloured stuff comes out

1. never play dice with HK people, especially when you are beginner
2. and most especially when there is ample supply of alcohol around

promised myself i won’t willingly put myself in that situation ever again, learnt my lesson. i know now the the folly of the question

“eh, what are they doing with the dice?”

did i mention that my throat was sore for three days straight?!

dear government, can you please explain to me the logic behind locating the airport so very far away from KL and so very close to Seremban? last time i checked, our capital was still KL…

ps:

just bitching cos i remember the days when the airport was still in PJ…i can be halfway there, realise i’ve forgotten something, be able to go home, collect it and still be there with plenty of time to spare. ah, the good old days

on this your special day, may the sunlight stay true, may the dark clouds stay away, may the breeze be caressing

on this your special day, may it be filled with laughter & joy, may it be amazing & breathtaking, may it be all your have dreamt of and more

on this your special day, two path diverges, for a journey has been chosen, and new paths shall emerge

the memories shall remain, the magic will live on in memory, as it fades into the distant silence, always a special place it shall reside, always gracious for the wonderful journey

i wish you both health, i wish you both wisdom, i wish you both joy and i wish you both strength, to tread the chosen path, with happiness and bliss along the way

on this your special day, may it be graced with the perfect sunset, may the light never be reproached, may it never fade…

each time it rains heavily, i can almost guarantee you that these blinking idiots will reveal themselves. a reflexive action, hands would reach out for that red triangular button that will activate the hazard lights of their vehicle…

i mean…helloooooo, driving in heavy rain is trickier compared to driving under normal conditions…

but it does NOT constitute a hazard!

is it so difficult for these blinking idiots to get their mind around the proper use of their hazard lights?

you driving around with your hazard lights on represents a hazard, you inconsiderate monkey.

switch on your headlights, i can assure you that the RED lights at the rear of your vehicle is very visible , even in a torrential downpour.

as jj of hitz.FM put it,

if your car is stopped on the side of the road, then CAN!

only THAN can lar!

okay, rant over. have a nice day, k?

blogging anonymously has its attraction, maybe due to the perceived ‘safety’ of staying anonymous over the internet. though one does wonder how anonymous one can really be on the internet…i remember reading about Torpark browser (a build of the Mozilla Firefox browser), about how it allows you to surf the net anonymously, and lo and behold, a few days later, i read a different article saying that the Torpark browser wasn’t that anonymous after all…

anyway, i digress…must be due to the lack of sleep

back to anonymous blogging, a few things does come to mind…

how do people get to the blog to actually read it? – apart from the odd person who stumbles upon it in cyberspace

if you don’t want people to read it, why blog in the first place? why not start a diary and lock it in a safe place when you’re done or write emails to yourself if you want it accessible online…i don’t know, why blog?
hmm, maybe it’s to fulfill one’s voyeuristic nature, but in reverse…having strangers stumble upon your blog and know your thoughts and yet not know who you are! heh, that’s a new one isn’t it, reverse voyeurism

and on that thought, maybe i should change the title of this entry to reverse voyeurism. let’s all say it one more time, all together now…REVERSE VOYEURISM!

when i started writing this entry, i was going to say “no, don’t write anonymous blogs” but i like this reverse voyerism epiphany of mine…so go ahead and write your anonymous blogs!

but Syl, you will SHARE with me the adress of your ‘anonymous’ blog right?

one last time now…REVERE VOYEURISM!