Friday, 27 November 2015

Packt like sardines in a crushd tin box

I wrote this entry as I couldn’t sleep, yet I’m bloody tired.

I just finished ½ hour ago, at around 1am, doing some paperwork for the job, yet knowing I had to get up at 6am to submit the bloody paperwork for the job.

I’m feeling helpless and compressed, asphyxiated.

My country (Malaysia) internal politics is like shit. Economy is like shit. Unemployment is a bit rampant, crimes are too. 

Recently 3 Indian Malaysians tried to rape a girl in Kajang, but luckily Kajang folks, helpful like I am, stopped the crime. Heh (smiles).

 But rape incident is frequent in Kajang, once there was a case of girl, who were just raped, then were thrown off from a pedestrial bridge in Kajang quite some time ago. And so, I couldn’t really be proud of my Kajang town, am I?

I once wrote, one of the major problem in people is in labelling. We like to label people, this and that, commie or democracy, sunni or shiah, that, we are just like those sardine tin cans. Lots of labels, lots of values determining its price, yet the insides are all deep red.

The difference is just sardines tin cans had red blank tomatoes sauce, and us, a flowing bloodbath.
Upon this labels, we fought and compete each other. I read somewhere in Internet of blonde Austrian girls who were duped into ISIS, and now died after a failed escape attempt.

In the same time I read about Turkey shooting Russian jets, and Russians fought back.

What the hell is this world coming to be? I asked this question in disbelief. I wanted to ask God in this serene Friday night, but hell, I’m not an ideal Tolstoy-ist

I’m just a lowly paid engineer who couldn’t sleep.

I am feeling Holden Caulfield in Catcher In The Rye. Wondering about this phoniness.
Then I realised,

Ah well, this world is shit because it is packt like sardines in a crushd tin box.
Good Nite.
After years of waiting nothing came
As your life flashed before your eyes
You realize

I'm a reasonable man
Get off, get off, get off my case (x2)
After years of waiting...

After years of waiting nothing came
And you realize you're looking,
Looking in the wrong place

Monday, 23 November 2015

The Great Principle of Justice and Truth in Malaysia

If you live in Malaysia, you will know this is bloody true.

I guess it’s true in other countries as well. :3

In Malaysia, don't argue and debate, it's a waste of time.

Support Local Scene

BuasirOtak The Komik : Reloaded
BuasirOtak The Komik : Revolution
Package price : RM30.00
Single book : RM15.00

= RM30

Contact this guy for ordering :

Contact the phone no. 019-3243296

I didn't know personally any of the fellas, just support local book scene yeah.

Be cool

Sunday, 22 November 2015

Meat Hook Sodomy

 My bike, with my safety helmet and safety harness, ie accessories for work :3

Site progress

I had a lot of "facepalm" moments throughout this week.

Story 1 :
I received some materials from Man-Con for installation, so, I asked my junior engineer, local uni grad, a malay, to prepare "material received" form, so that the activity can be documented.
I waited half day for that, since I was busy with site walk.
Turns out he's incapable of producing such a simple form/document.
He plainly told me, since there's no document sample, he couldn't make it.

Thursday, 12 November 2015

440 / 432 (edited 22 Nov. 2015)

1. I blog this video because I liked the acoustic playing, and I want to learn this.

2. About the 440 Hz and 432 Hz thing, you go and read this.

I'm not really bothered by the frequency stuff anyway. I favour any good guitar playing.

I don't really buy the 440/432 arguments,

3. In the same time, I'm learning this:-
Blackbird by The Beatles

Sunday, 8 November 2015

Sunday Life - 8 Nov 2015

*re-edited at TTDI McDonalds 3:02pm 8 Nov. 2015

 Photo 1 : My team

Photo 2 ; Pipeworks

From now on, our Team have to work on Sunday to catch up on work progress.
And today I had to supervise the team as my engineer and SV on holiday up until Deepavali (even though they are Muslims huhu)

Friday, 6 November 2015

Personal Opinion : One reason Why Malay people stinks in Corporate World


Malays, always say "unite" in their traditional Malay costume, but personally they want to bury their Keris to each other hearts. 

Wednesday, 4 November 2015

Exploding stars had no noise

Exploding stars is colourful and its beauty is intense, but thank goodness the space is silent, else we'll be bloody annoyed by its noise.