You know how you would make a big deal of the challenges that you are facing right now, freak out about it, while people who have more experience than you just sit on the couch like a potato and feel amused that you are freaking out in the first place?
That's how I feel (from the person on the couch's perspective) when I see college kids study for their exams. I can't shrug off this feeling of gleefulness when I see other people worry about their dumb semester tests. Its kinda like the feeling as if I'm going into a boxing ring against a 5 year old.
"Uuuuuu. Look at me. I'm studying as if I'm going to die. This is my third cup of coffee. It's a Saturday night and I am at the library reading this book for the third time."
Hahaha. Yes... that is me laughing at you college kid. Padan muka. Baru stakat amik exam nak glabah. Tidur tak tenteram la, makan tak kenyang, mimpi basah kene ganti dengan mimpi exam numbers.
Hahahaha.
Friday, December 19, 2008
Tu-Morrow
My better half is coming tomorrow. It's been around two months and a half since I last saw her. Looks like I won't be blogging too much anytime soon.
I'm taking two weeks leave from the blogosphere.
However, you... yes you, should keep on blogging and keep me entertained.
I've been going to the gym non-stop for three weeks now. Lets hope it pays off. Ngehehehe.
AJ
I'm taking two weeks leave from the blogosphere.
However, you... yes you, should keep on blogging and keep me entertained.
I've been going to the gym non-stop for three weeks now. Lets hope it pays off. Ngehehehe.
AJ
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Fake
I don't like seeing fake pictures.
Fake pictures are insincere. The colors are either too bright or too dark, too bland or too rich, too expressive or too mellow... they are just too impossible. And that's a lot of 'too's right there.
I especially have a laugh when I see beauty editing on pictures. Jururawat merata-rata tetiba hilang. The lines on the neck signifying years of built up fatness suddenly are gone. Necks that are normally short and stout like tree trunks become as skinny as my arms... and my arms are really skinny mind you.
This is just me, but if you are a photographer and you really need to photoshop like literally all of your pictures, that means you need to brush up your camera skills. Or, you need to get better models and props. Even worse, it might mean that you just don't have any creative ideas on what pictures to take so you just try to spice up things using your 'ciplak' adobe photoshop.
If you are a model and you need all that photoshop touch up going on. I have one word for you, ok maybe two, I'm not really sure, but the word is - make-up. Don't try to touch up the imperfections on your skin using photoshop. Those pics are the easiest to detect... and they are ultra lame.
For this reason, I have told myself to never photoshop my pictures. Not that I don't have the ability to photoshop. It really isn't that hard. But maintaining the authenticity of the picture to me is really important.
Fake pictures are insincere. The colors are either too bright or too dark, too bland or too rich, too expressive or too mellow... they are just too impossible. And that's a lot of 'too's right there.
I especially have a laugh when I see beauty editing on pictures. Jururawat merata-rata tetiba hilang. The lines on the neck signifying years of built up fatness suddenly are gone. Necks that are normally short and stout like tree trunks become as skinny as my arms... and my arms are really skinny mind you.
This is just me, but if you are a photographer and you really need to photoshop like literally all of your pictures, that means you need to brush up your camera skills. Or, you need to get better models and props. Even worse, it might mean that you just don't have any creative ideas on what pictures to take so you just try to spice up things using your 'ciplak' adobe photoshop.
If you are a model and you need all that photoshop touch up going on. I have one word for you, ok maybe two, I'm not really sure, but the word is - make-up. Don't try to touch up the imperfections on your skin using photoshop. Those pics are the easiest to detect... and they are ultra lame.
For this reason, I have told myself to never photoshop my pictures. Not that I don't have the ability to photoshop. It really isn't that hard. But maintaining the authenticity of the picture to me is really important.
Friday, December 12, 2008
The rich get richer and the poor get children
If you got it, flaunt it. That's the reason why so many chicks with giant chests wear skimpy clothing low enough to show off their cleavage. Forget the fact that they have a face like a horse, or that their body fat mass is so concentrated at their bellies up to a point where people wouldn't be able to tell if they are pregnant or not.
The truth is, that is just life. You win some, you lose some. You can't expect to be talented in everything. No one is extremely good looking and smart and gifted in sports and generous and innocent and has all the other good things in life. Everyone is unique.... uniquely beautiful in certain parts and also uniquely ugly on others.
Being outstanding is a goal that we all want to achieve. But do remember the fact that you have to have the goods to be outstanding. So, focus on your strong points and not your weaknesses. And on top of that, don't forget about alternatives.
This posting is focusing on the alternative point for guys to pick up chicks.
If you watched "Hitch" you would learn that women are more open to relationship opportunities. Any guy - I repeat any guy - can get the woman he wants if he has enough game (alternative). Of course people interpret the game word differently. Personally, I think having game is having those little add-ons to what you already got.
In most cases all a guy ever needs to snatch a lady is money. Unfortunately, plenty of guys such as myself weren't born a prince. I agree that in the future anything can happen. I could earn tonnes of money in the stock market and become a millionaire or build my own consulting firm. That could very much happen, but it aint happening anytime soon. So... what could an average guy who is still in his young adulthood do at a time like this?*
1st alternative:
Be funny. Funny guys are attractive to women. Plus, funny guys are cool to hang out with. Even dudes like to hang out with funny guys.
2nd alternative:
Be confident. Women love guys who are confident. Even though you have no freaking idea nor strong opinion on what and where to eat... just be assertive and say something like "I want to eat burgers tonight because I want to eat burgers tonight". The girl will be thinking... "my man is so confident. I love the way he so wants to eat burgers. chika bow wow".
3rd alternative:
Act like you have a plan. Women love plans. Why do you think they have shopping lists? It is always good to seem like you know where you are heading in the long term or even the short term. Of course, no one really knows what's going to happen or if their plans fail or succeed.
4th alternative+:
Don't worry. Malaysian women at around university age are so worried that they aren't going to get married and remain single FOREVER. They are desperate. Long gone are the days where women thought that they had so much power like back in high school. I am pretty confident that they will just settle for any Joe Schmo that comes along.
*I have already won the game so this is more about people who are single.
+Not really an alternative. But a good topic to discuss in the future.
ps: by the way, my friend verbally told me about that graph. there are exceptions. please do not bash me if you are an actuarial or MBA student.
Metamorphosis
In trying to spice up bigoobs, I have bought a URL name. It is totally unrelated to bigoobs.
Although I believe bigoobs.blogspot.com is an easy URL name to remember and type, I have made it easier for the reader to go to my website.
www.ajaajafighting.com
Try the new link ;)
Bigoobs will still remain as bigoobs. Once you oobs.... you bigoobs!
Sincerely,
AJ
Although I believe bigoobs.blogspot.com is an easy URL name to remember and type, I have made it easier for the reader to go to my website.
www.ajaajafighting.com
Try the new link ;)
Bigoobs will still remain as bigoobs. Once you oobs.... you bigoobs!
Sincerely,
AJ
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Por-No
People who know me know that I don't read books often. I've probably read around 10 (according to my business technical writing class if the number is more than a single digit you are supposed to type it as a number like "10" instead of writing it as "ten") story books. Of course, most of the books that I read were purchased at airports, and I would read them during the long flights back to home.
Believe it or not, my vocabulary was enriched not by flipping through the pages of a book, but instead by playing role playing video games such as Final Fantasy Six and Chrono Trigger. The games had conversations and story plots that were more vivid and had greater imagination than any story book could ever give a young kid#. And for that I thank my parents for giving me the imagination and randomness that came along with those video games that they bought me. I am a better person because of it.
Anyways, the pembayang^ above is totally unrelated to the topic that I'm going to discuss today. Today, I will pose a question/statement/truth to myself on why the Malay language is a better porn language than English*.
I believe that the Malay language is easier to comprehend and learn compared to English. I can't really pin-point the reason why; maybe because Malay sentences have less rules, or that the grammar is very simplified, or maybe that you don't need to twist your tongue any further to enunciate the words.... simply put it, it just is.
However, being good in the Malay language is a thousand times harder than being good in English. I've read very good English books (a mere 10 in total) hailed by writers everywhere such as the Kite Runner, the Five People You Meet in Heaven and even Sophie Kinsella's Can You Keep a Secret?@... yet none of them have the artistic nature of this one Malay book I read long ago called The Last Concert aka Konserto Terakhir. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed the English books that I read to a very high degree, but the artistic value of them weren't at the higher level presented by that one Malay book.
The artistic nature of the Malay language lies within the words that they use. This was pointed to me by my significant other. In English, the language that they use in every day life is really what they write in their books. In Malay, this doesn't hold true. Words such as "ragam", "lazimnya", "seruan", "maut", "peraga", "mendayung", "erat", "mengerang", "puas", "berahi", "hinjut", "terperosok" and so much more aren't really used in a normal Malay conversation. Because of this, people who understand the Malay language find it very intruigingly artistic when they read Malay books that use words that they know about, but don't use that often.
So, I am going to kinda relate all of this to porn writing. Let it be known that I do not read porn books. Not in Malay, not in English. But to the people reading this blog, try to tap your imagination from the sentences that I create and you can keep it to yourself whether you prefer one or the other. I prefer my Malay porn sentences as compared to the English porn sentences.
Exempli Gratia (eg):
Malay:
Aku masih mengiurkan badannye yang gebu dan selembut sutera. Teringat aku satu ketika dahulu ketika dia akan mengerang kepuasan dengan hanya sentuhan jari jemariku. Dia akan menggengam diriku seerat-eratnya di katil sambil aku membelai rambutnya yang hitam lurus.
English (taken from Dave Chappelle's stand-up):
Ngarrrrr. I'll pull her hair! I'll smack her ass! *pshhh* The poor woman looked like a chicken on a rotisserie.
#screw you JK Rowling and your dumb Harry Potter books and your lead actor going naked on broadway
^pembayang = foreshadow
*it really is
@this wasn't really hailed by writers. girls love it though.
Believe it or not, my vocabulary was enriched not by flipping through the pages of a book, but instead by playing role playing video games such as Final Fantasy Six and Chrono Trigger. The games had conversations and story plots that were more vivid and had greater imagination than any story book could ever give a young kid#. And for that I thank my parents for giving me the imagination and randomness that came along with those video games that they bought me. I am a better person because of it.
Anyways, the pembayang^ above is totally unrelated to the topic that I'm going to discuss today. Today, I will pose a question/statement/truth to myself on why the Malay language is a better porn language than English*.
I believe that the Malay language is easier to comprehend and learn compared to English. I can't really pin-point the reason why; maybe because Malay sentences have less rules, or that the grammar is very simplified, or maybe that you don't need to twist your tongue any further to enunciate the words.... simply put it, it just is.
However, being good in the Malay language is a thousand times harder than being good in English. I've read very good English books (a mere 10 in total) hailed by writers everywhere such as the Kite Runner, the Five People You Meet in Heaven and even Sophie Kinsella's Can You Keep a Secret?@... yet none of them have the artistic nature of this one Malay book I read long ago called The Last Concert aka Konserto Terakhir. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed the English books that I read to a very high degree, but the artistic value of them weren't at the higher level presented by that one Malay book.
The artistic nature of the Malay language lies within the words that they use. This was pointed to me by my significant other. In English, the language that they use in every day life is really what they write in their books. In Malay, this doesn't hold true. Words such as "ragam", "lazimnya", "seruan", "maut", "peraga", "mendayung", "erat", "mengerang", "puas", "berahi", "hinjut", "terperosok" and so much more aren't really used in a normal Malay conversation. Because of this, people who understand the Malay language find it very intruigingly artistic when they read Malay books that use words that they know about, but don't use that often.
So, I am going to kinda relate all of this to porn writing. Let it be known that I do not read porn books. Not in Malay, not in English. But to the people reading this blog, try to tap your imagination from the sentences that I create and you can keep it to yourself whether you prefer one or the other. I prefer my Malay porn sentences as compared to the English porn sentences.
Exempli Gratia (eg):
Malay:
Aku masih mengiurkan badannye yang gebu dan selembut sutera. Teringat aku satu ketika dahulu ketika dia akan mengerang kepuasan dengan hanya sentuhan jari jemariku. Dia akan menggengam diriku seerat-eratnya di katil sambil aku membelai rambutnya yang hitam lurus.
English (taken from Dave Chappelle's stand-up):
Ngarrrrr. I'll pull her hair! I'll smack her ass! *pshhh* The poor woman looked like a chicken on a rotisserie.
#screw you JK Rowling and your dumb Harry Potter books and your lead actor going naked on broadway
^pembayang = foreshadow
*it really is
@this wasn't really hailed by writers. girls love it though.
Friday, November 28, 2008
Shopaholic
Women are like a powerhouse machine when they go shopping. I kid you not. They don't get tired of all the walking, all the inner decision making, lack of sleep, or anything else when they go shopping. They are like a guided missile with cluster bombs. Once the target is locked, they would spread out their shopping list, explode themselves and knock those targets down one by one.
In my life, I've seen women be enthusiastic about a lot of things. Some of them enjoy photography, some enjoy music, some enjoy writing in their blogs, but none of the enthusiasm involved in their lives are as powerful as to when they are shopping. Remember the fight or flight response that we learnt in form 4 or 5 biology? In the normal case we should invoke that response when we see a huge animal getting ready to devour us, or perhaps when some small-fry tries to take us on and we know we can beat the crap out of him. The fight or flight response on women isn't triggered by animals though, it is triggered when they set their foot in the shopping mall.
The shopping mall is the arena of all arenas. It is where the weak perish and the strong reign mighty. Darwin's theory of natural selection never roared any louder then at the shopping malls. Women who are normally docile, good-natured, slow walkers suddenly turn into vicious predators ready to leap boundaries to get their 30% discount.
A heightened response, adrenaline rush, faster eye-movement and greater sense of awareness are induced when a woman goes to the shopping mall. Pushing, grabbing, stinky eyeing suddenly become expected in these situations. Playing fair never really was a concern.
Now the problem is, when a lady is so hyped up at the shopping mall, ready to attack under the belt to get what they what.... what happens when they don't?
In my life, I've seen women be enthusiastic about a lot of things. Some of them enjoy photography, some enjoy music, some enjoy writing in their blogs, but none of the enthusiasm involved in their lives are as powerful as to when they are shopping. Remember the fight or flight response that we learnt in form 4 or 5 biology? In the normal case we should invoke that response when we see a huge animal getting ready to devour us, or perhaps when some small-fry tries to take us on and we know we can beat the crap out of him. The fight or flight response on women isn't triggered by animals though, it is triggered when they set their foot in the shopping mall.
The shopping mall is the arena of all arenas. It is where the weak perish and the strong reign mighty. Darwin's theory of natural selection never roared any louder then at the shopping malls. Women who are normally docile, good-natured, slow walkers suddenly turn into vicious predators ready to leap boundaries to get their 30% discount.
A heightened response, adrenaline rush, faster eye-movement and greater sense of awareness are induced when a woman goes to the shopping mall. Pushing, grabbing, stinky eyeing suddenly become expected in these situations. Playing fair never really was a concern.
Now the problem is, when a lady is so hyped up at the shopping mall, ready to attack under the belt to get what they what.... what happens when they don't?
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Delusion of grandeur
I think Jake reads my blog. Because today he gave me a freaking ass whopping routine through the gym equipments. I'm not talking about that lame ass white people kind of ass whopping where the parents ground their children in their rooms. This was more like the ass whopping kind of stuff where a person gets raped by a bunch of leprechauns.
I am hurting. And I am pretty confident that my whole body will continue to hurt tomorrow.
I am hurting. And I am pretty confident that my whole body will continue to hurt tomorrow.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
I want it!
So Adam... tell me the reason why you're here. What are your goals?
Jake, I have only one goal...
I want a six pack...
*In my mind: Yeah you heard me buster. I don't care if you're a gym expert and you look at me and it seems that cause I'm tall and that I'm Asian or that my body fat percentage is off the charts that I was going to demand something other than the finest six pack my body truly deserves.
I bet Jake didn't see that coming did he. When I said I wanted a six pack... that was absofuckinglutely what I wanted. I don't want health. I don't want to live longer. I don't want to be in shape. I don't care if its the inside that matters or the outside or vice versa loop it around bottom to top. All I want from my gym experience this time is a nicely cut six pack between my chest and my south pole.
That's pretty much what the conversation revolved around with Jake from World Gym. Yep, I joined the gym. It costs 100 buckaroos to sign up, and 50 bucks for the monthly fee. Remember when I was in college and I'd always tell my friends (including perhaps you the reader) that I would get a six pack?
And remember the time when I did actually have a six pack? I'm sure you don't. Because I never did. I am tired of not having a six pack. I want it..... I wanit I wanit I wanit.
This time around there are no more games. No more boohoo you are tired Adam of jogging 30 minutes and you don't want to do anymore sit ups. This time you will suck it up. By God, if I have to cut down my calories and workout tonnes of hours I will get there. I will....
Jake, I have only one goal...
I want a six pack...
*In my mind: Yeah you heard me buster. I don't care if you're a gym expert and you look at me and it seems that cause I'm tall and that I'm Asian or that my body fat percentage is off the charts that I was going to demand something other than the finest six pack my body truly deserves.
I bet Jake didn't see that coming did he. When I said I wanted a six pack... that was absofuckinglutely what I wanted. I don't want health. I don't want to live longer. I don't want to be in shape. I don't care if its the inside that matters or the outside or vice versa loop it around bottom to top. All I want from my gym experience this time is a nicely cut six pack between my chest and my south pole.
That's pretty much what the conversation revolved around with Jake from World Gym. Yep, I joined the gym. It costs 100 buckaroos to sign up, and 50 bucks for the monthly fee. Remember when I was in college and I'd always tell my friends (including perhaps you the reader) that I would get a six pack?
And remember the time when I did actually have a six pack? I'm sure you don't. Because I never did. I am tired of not having a six pack. I want it..... I wanit I wanit I wanit.
This time around there are no more games. No more boohoo you are tired Adam of jogging 30 minutes and you don't want to do anymore sit ups. This time you will suck it up. By God, if I have to cut down my calories and workout tonnes of hours I will get there. I will....
Monday, November 24, 2008
Investing in yourself
Rentetan hari ini adalah untuk sahabatku Adzwan atau name manjanya Dezerk. Coretan ini adalah buktiku kepadanya bahawa aku memang telah mendapat gred 1A dalam subjek Bahasa Melayu dalam Sijil Pelajaran Malaysia (SPM). Walaupun tulisanku ini tidaklah berpuitis, dan darah yang terkandung dalam badan kerdil aku ini kurang daripada 30% darah Melayu, aku tetap merasa bahawa penguasaan aku dalam Bahasa Melayu tidaklah selemah yang disangka.
Saudara Adzwan telah mengenali diriku ini sejak zaman pelajaran tinggi. Dia mungkin tidak sedar (dia sememangnya sedar) bahawa aku datang dari Bandar Baru Bangi. Budak-budak yang berkeliaran dekat Sekolah Menengah Jalan 3 tidak menggunakan bahasa orang "putih" dalam kehidupan seharian mereka. Aku adalah hasil daripada produk budak Jalan Tiga. Semua rakan-rakan aku termasuklah aku tidak menggunakan bahasa orang "putih" dekat sekolah ataupun taman permainan. Bahkan, kami tidak menggunakan penyambung kata seperti "so" mahupun "and" dalam bahasa Melayu seharian kami.
Kata orang, bila kita kehilangan apa yang dah sedia ada depan mata, barulah kita menghargai benda tersebut. Sememangnya aku rindu akan diriku dahulu yang mampu menulis karangan bahasa tanah air beratus perkataan tanpa terhenti sementara untuk menyemak semula alunan ayat. Tulisanku sekarang tidak sekemas dulu. Dulu aku mampu menyelit penjodoh bilangan, imbuhan yang berpatutan, prosa klasik, dan juga peribahasa yang unik dalam ayat-ayat karangan.
Aku terasa agak siksa nak buktikan penguasaan Bahasa Melayu. Arghhh aku mengantuk.... arghhhh. Aku tidur dahulu.....
Saudara Adzwan telah mengenali diriku ini sejak zaman pelajaran tinggi. Dia mungkin tidak sedar (dia sememangnya sedar) bahawa aku datang dari Bandar Baru Bangi. Budak-budak yang berkeliaran dekat Sekolah Menengah Jalan 3 tidak menggunakan bahasa orang "putih" dalam kehidupan seharian mereka. Aku adalah hasil daripada produk budak Jalan Tiga. Semua rakan-rakan aku termasuklah aku tidak menggunakan bahasa orang "putih" dekat sekolah ataupun taman permainan. Bahkan, kami tidak menggunakan penyambung kata seperti "so" mahupun "and" dalam bahasa Melayu seharian kami.
Kata orang, bila kita kehilangan apa yang dah sedia ada depan mata, barulah kita menghargai benda tersebut. Sememangnya aku rindu akan diriku dahulu yang mampu menulis karangan bahasa tanah air beratus perkataan tanpa terhenti sementara untuk menyemak semula alunan ayat. Tulisanku sekarang tidak sekemas dulu. Dulu aku mampu menyelit penjodoh bilangan, imbuhan yang berpatutan, prosa klasik, dan juga peribahasa yang unik dalam ayat-ayat karangan.
Aku terasa agak siksa nak buktikan penguasaan Bahasa Melayu. Arghhh aku mengantuk.... arghhhh. Aku tidur dahulu.....
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Fantasy Football
Hari ni aku berjaya memancung Shuhud Zakaria dalam fantasy football. 99 points for the win. Yeahhhh
Adoi
A few years ago my friend Manluq pasted an article he got from some lady that was studying in UK. I've tried to search for that article, but I couldn't find it. If I do find it, I'll paste it here so that the reader can make up his own mind on the message conveyed. However, do hear me out too.
Conclusion of the article:
1. There are two types of Malays
2. KL Malays and Non KL Malays
3. KL Malays can speak English and are more educated
4. Non KL Malays are like the kampung people
My thoughts:
Despite how well-written the article was, I can't help on noticing how divisive the points outlined were. This is precisely the kind of attitude that I hate about higher educated, city people. The attitude that says to themselves, I am better than you. The perasan bagus attitude. The inner thought that they think that because they come from the city, name macam dah mat salleh sikit, datang dpd keluarga kaya, kat rumah sebok cakap bahasa omputih, dapat pergi university overseas, that they have the birthright to chop a race up and split them into little pieces just because they don't think the same way.
I know, some of you will start saying "Ala, even kat US pun diorang ade split their people up. Tu ade redneck. Sini ade orang dari ghetto. Orang hitam. Orang asian.". First of all, kau ni memang dungu terlalu pandang tinggi kat Mat Salleh. Diorang pun same je cam kite, jangan jadi cam kura-kura masukkan kepala dalam badan (kalau gemuk tu lainlah. tu leher hilang. lain sikit the case) . Secondly, yes they do that sometimes, but never in a well written article from a person who's had a good educated background and high social upbringing. If someone from lets say Harvard, wrote the same article like this lady wrote, memang dah mampos that person would get criticized left and right from that person's peers. If say, a famous politician wrote this, that would be the end of his/her political career as that person would be labeled a racist.
I'm going to be a little biased here. If that person were say from the ghetto, dari lurah lurah celuk kampung Borneo pakai cawat stiap hari sumpit arnab untuk cari makan, and then suddenly he becomes a famous person and starts labeling his race, then that's fine. At least he has gone through the struggle, the hardships, the difficulties of the status quo set by these so called "KL Malays". For this same reason, I think when Chris Rock said that there are two types of black people; (1) black people (2) niggers, it is totally fine.
The so-called non KL Malays in this article refers to the kampung Malays that live outside city. I'm assuming that these people don't come from a rich family, can't speak English to save their lives, and their parents' incomes are from the lower class tier to the lower second class tier. Now the question I would ask the reader is - is it fair to label these people "non KL Malays" because there is a glass ceiling? Kampung people do not have the opportunities given to people from the city. Some of them can't afford extra clothes to go to school, apatah lagi expensive study material like the "Buku Pelangi" stuff we had to study for SPM. Their parents and teachers in school barely know English themselves yet you expect them to be a verbose in English son of a bitch.
This article isn't fair. It isn't fair to people who work hard and struggle to make ends meet. Personally, I felt that the article was condescending and ignorant. And coming from a lady who is a so-called KL Malay, it is just adding spit after the slap.
I'm drawing up my own conclusions on this girl even though I don't even know her. But I'm sure that this girl doesn't even know anyone outside KL. Has she been outside KL? Pernah ke die hidup under different conditions besides the easy-going life she has been going through in the city? Ever been to the kampung side? Does she know how poor the kampung people really are? Ni mesti die slalu kene kacau ngan rempit sampai die tulis macam ni.
Conclusion of the article:
1. There are two types of Malays
2. KL Malays and Non KL Malays
3. KL Malays can speak English and are more educated
4. Non KL Malays are like the kampung people
My thoughts:
Despite how well-written the article was, I can't help on noticing how divisive the points outlined were. This is precisely the kind of attitude that I hate about higher educated, city people. The attitude that says to themselves, I am better than you. The perasan bagus attitude. The inner thought that they think that because they come from the city, name macam dah mat salleh sikit, datang dpd keluarga kaya, kat rumah sebok cakap bahasa omputih, dapat pergi university overseas, that they have the birthright to chop a race up and split them into little pieces just because they don't think the same way.
I know, some of you will start saying "Ala, even kat US pun diorang ade split their people up. Tu ade redneck. Sini ade orang dari ghetto. Orang hitam. Orang asian.". First of all, kau ni memang dungu terlalu pandang tinggi kat Mat Salleh. Diorang pun same je cam kite, jangan jadi cam kura-kura masukkan kepala dalam badan (kalau gemuk tu lainlah. tu leher hilang. lain sikit the case) . Secondly, yes they do that sometimes, but never in a well written article from a person who's had a good educated background and high social upbringing. If someone from lets say Harvard, wrote the same article like this lady wrote, memang dah mampos that person would get criticized left and right from that person's peers. If say, a famous politician wrote this, that would be the end of his/her political career as that person would be labeled a racist.
I'm going to be a little biased here. If that person were say from the ghetto, dari lurah lurah celuk kampung Borneo pakai cawat stiap hari sumpit arnab untuk cari makan, and then suddenly he becomes a famous person and starts labeling his race, then that's fine. At least he has gone through the struggle, the hardships, the difficulties of the status quo set by these so called "KL Malays". For this same reason, I think when Chris Rock said that there are two types of black people; (1) black people (2) niggers, it is totally fine.
The so-called non KL Malays in this article refers to the kampung Malays that live outside city. I'm assuming that these people don't come from a rich family, can't speak English to save their lives, and their parents' incomes are from the lower class tier to the lower second class tier. Now the question I would ask the reader is - is it fair to label these people "non KL Malays" because there is a glass ceiling? Kampung people do not have the opportunities given to people from the city. Some of them can't afford extra clothes to go to school, apatah lagi expensive study material like the "Buku Pelangi" stuff we had to study for SPM. Their parents and teachers in school barely know English themselves yet you expect them to be a verbose in English son of a bitch.
This article isn't fair. It isn't fair to people who work hard and struggle to make ends meet. Personally, I felt that the article was condescending and ignorant. And coming from a lady who is a so-called KL Malay, it is just adding spit after the slap.
I'm drawing up my own conclusions on this girl even though I don't even know her. But I'm sure that this girl doesn't even know anyone outside KL. Has she been outside KL? Pernah ke die hidup under different conditions besides the easy-going life she has been going through in the city? Ever been to the kampung side? Does she know how poor the kampung people really are? Ni mesti die slalu kene kacau ngan rempit sampai die tulis macam ni.
Monday, November 10, 2008
Another posting for the day
I had to write another post. Just because I'm angered right now, angered that some stupid Chinese politician doesn't know when to shut his mouth. To state a fact, I am half-Chinese and half-Malay so I can say any shit I want against any race in Malaysia and none of the races have the right to say that I am a racist. You get more percentage of different races in your blood first then you can come to me and talk crap.
So here's the deal. I read in Jeff Ooi's blog that he thought that Malaysia had Islamic political brainwashing going on just because he goes to Abu Dhabi and the hotels over there serve P O R K. He says, and I am paraphrasing for him, something that goes like - Hey if there is a country in the Middle East serving pork at their lavish hotel, how come we don't serve pork at our hotels here? There must be something wrong with the Islamic practice back in Malaysia.
Are you really that ignorant YB Jeff Ooi? How dumb are you? Do you know how disgusting Muslims think pork are? If pork just touches a Muslims food or utensils, trust me there is no freaking way that that person would eat any dish that he has in front of him. I've seen so many Muslims drink, tuang arak sebotol dua, kita minum dulu!, yet I have never, never ever ever seen a Muslim eating pork.
Even from an economic standpoint no hotel in Malaysia would be dumb enough to serve pork. You know why? Cause Muslims who know that a particular hotel that serves pork would rather go eat at another place. Food is universal, customers for food are also universal, why would any hotel reduce their market share by adding a dish that could reduce their customers? The food chains such as McDonalds also doesn't serve pork in Malaysia. Likewise, they also don't sell beef in India. It is pretty much just logical sense to accept this.
Why do you even harp on such an issue YB Jeff Ooi? Is it not possible for you to eat pork anywhere in Kuala Lumpur? No pork in Malaysia? Bacon not here nor there?
I seriously don't understand the reasoning of porky Jeff here bringing up this issue. There are things you can mention freely, and there are also things that you should just keep to yourself. There is no right or wrong in religious beliefs. Toleration is the key, yet being an MP, Jeff can't even fathom this.
On a lighter note though, my friend Mike says that pork is the best meat in the world. And, I also don't have any problems with my friends eating pork in front of me. I don't have any problems what so ever. It's just when I see a political dimwit like Jeff writing in such an ignorant way promoting racial tension, my blood gets a little boiled.
So here's the deal. I read in Jeff Ooi's blog that he thought that Malaysia had Islamic political brainwashing going on just because he goes to Abu Dhabi and the hotels over there serve P O R K. He says, and I am paraphrasing for him, something that goes like - Hey if there is a country in the Middle East serving pork at their lavish hotel, how come we don't serve pork at our hotels here? There must be something wrong with the Islamic practice back in Malaysia.
Are you really that ignorant YB Jeff Ooi? How dumb are you? Do you know how disgusting Muslims think pork are? If pork just touches a Muslims food or utensils, trust me there is no freaking way that that person would eat any dish that he has in front of him. I've seen so many Muslims drink, tuang arak sebotol dua, kita minum dulu!, yet I have never, never ever ever seen a Muslim eating pork.
Even from an economic standpoint no hotel in Malaysia would be dumb enough to serve pork. You know why? Cause Muslims who know that a particular hotel that serves pork would rather go eat at another place. Food is universal, customers for food are also universal, why would any hotel reduce their market share by adding a dish that could reduce their customers? The food chains such as McDonalds also doesn't serve pork in Malaysia. Likewise, they also don't sell beef in India. It is pretty much just logical sense to accept this.
Why do you even harp on such an issue YB Jeff Ooi? Is it not possible for you to eat pork anywhere in Kuala Lumpur? No pork in Malaysia? Bacon not here nor there?
I seriously don't understand the reasoning of porky Jeff here bringing up this issue. There are things you can mention freely, and there are also things that you should just keep to yourself. There is no right or wrong in religious beliefs. Toleration is the key, yet being an MP, Jeff can't even fathom this.
On a lighter note though, my friend Mike says that pork is the best meat in the world. And, I also don't have any problems with my friends eating pork in front of me. I don't have any problems what so ever. It's just when I see a political dimwit like Jeff writing in such an ignorant way promoting racial tension, my blood gets a little boiled.
I am lame
I had a conversation with little Awil (anak bongsu Kak Nana and Abang Fikri) about mathematics. He was telling me that in his math class he was already learning the square roots of numbers, which in all honesty I thought was crazy brilliant considering he's only nine years old. Awil was placed in the more advanced math class compared to his peers; mainly because he is Malaysian and we all know that Malaysians are good in math. (Haha, brape ramai Malaysians fail actuarial exams).
Even though Abang Fikri and Kak Nana are right-handed, Awil and his brother Faiz are both left-handed. I'm sure most people already know this and it seems that I'm stating the obvious, but left-handed people use most of their right brain cause their reasoning side is the more dominant side in their brain hemisphere. One could say that their reasoning capabilities might be better than us right-handed people cause they use the reasoning portion of their brains more. However, just to not make those lefties think that they're better than us average righties, let me say here that I heard that left-handed people die earlier than right-handed people. Must be all the blood that pumps to their hearts cause they use their left-hands so much. Or maybe, just maybe they get infections cause they eat with their left hands.
Anyways, so I figured, "hey ape lagi, mari kite menguji kanak kanak ni". "Awil, what's the square root of 25?"
Awil pun jawablah:
25 = 5 * 5
"five"
Aku pun membalas
"bagus bagus"
And then aku pun sambung
"So whats the other number of the square root of 25?"
"????"
It never occurred to me that this kid is still nine years old. How could he have learned negative numbers at that point ;)
Pawned you Awil. I so pawned you. Hahahaha.
Even though Abang Fikri and Kak Nana are right-handed, Awil and his brother Faiz are both left-handed. I'm sure most people already know this and it seems that I'm stating the obvious, but left-handed people use most of their right brain cause their reasoning side is the more dominant side in their brain hemisphere. One could say that their reasoning capabilities might be better than us right-handed people cause they use the reasoning portion of their brains more. However, just to not make those lefties think that they're better than us average righties, let me say here that I heard that left-handed people die earlier than right-handed people. Must be all the blood that pumps to their hearts cause they use their left-hands so much. Or maybe, just maybe they get infections cause they eat with their left hands.
Anyways, so I figured, "hey ape lagi, mari kite menguji kanak kanak ni". "Awil, what's the square root of 25?"
Awil pun jawablah:
25 = 5 * 5
"five"
Aku pun membalas
"bagus bagus"
And then aku pun sambung
"So whats the other number of the square root of 25?"
"????"
It never occurred to me that this kid is still nine years old. How could he have learned negative numbers at that point ;)
Pawned you Awil. I so pawned you. Hahahaha.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Barack McCain and John Obama
Obama won. McCain lost.
That's what happens when you select someone as shallow as Palin as your running mate. No right-minded citizen would let a 72 year old man who is - hopefully not - inches away from the death bed become president knowing that his second in command is the female equivalent to George Bush Jr.
Another reason why McCain lost was because his campaign used too many dirty tactics that the American people took as negative. McCain's campaign accused Obama of palling with terrorists. They accused him of being anti-Semitic. They accused him of being a racist. In one of the town hall meetings that the McCain campaign was holding, one of McCain's supporters even accused Obama of being an Arab. Haha.
What I found more amusing was the fact that there are actually so many people who believed that the allegations that the McCain campaign were throwing at Obama were true. Seriously, come on. Does anyone even really believe that Obama is a Marxist? Just because he wants to give a tax break to people who earn 200,000 usd and below, they accuse him of spreading the wealth. Heck, you can accuse him of being a Marxist all you want folks, just make sure that I get that tax break while your at it.
Because the presidential path to the white house is based on electoral votes (people who are in more educated, wealthier places are given more leverage) and not popular votes (individual votes), Obama had the job application in the bag.
What sucks is that a great American hero like John McCain had to be collateral damage for Obama to be president.
That's what happens when you select someone as shallow as Palin as your running mate. No right-minded citizen would let a 72 year old man who is - hopefully not - inches away from the death bed become president knowing that his second in command is the female equivalent to George Bush Jr.
Another reason why McCain lost was because his campaign used too many dirty tactics that the American people took as negative. McCain's campaign accused Obama of palling with terrorists. They accused him of being anti-Semitic. They accused him of being a racist. In one of the town hall meetings that the McCain campaign was holding, one of McCain's supporters even accused Obama of being an Arab. Haha.
What I found more amusing was the fact that there are actually so many people who believed that the allegations that the McCain campaign were throwing at Obama were true. Seriously, come on. Does anyone even really believe that Obama is a Marxist? Just because he wants to give a tax break to people who earn 200,000 usd and below, they accuse him of spreading the wealth. Heck, you can accuse him of being a Marxist all you want folks, just make sure that I get that tax break while your at it.
Because the presidential path to the white house is based on electoral votes (people who are in more educated, wealthier places are given more leverage) and not popular votes (individual votes), Obama had the job application in the bag.
What sucks is that a great American hero like John McCain had to be collateral damage for Obama to be president.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Mr President
I just got back from Grant Park, Chicago, where Obama received his presidency. It's kinda late right now, I'll speak more about it in later postings.
Monday, October 27, 2008
Suspending blog
Dear reader,
Bigoobs.blogspot.com will be suspended until its one and only sole-amateur-writer AJ finishes his actuarial exam on the 3rd of November (Monday). Big Oobs would like to thank everyone who visits the blog and especially to those who leave feedback. On behalf of AJ, Big Oobs is requesting that the reader wish him luck for his exam-taking as it is a known fact that the actuarial exams are the hardest exams in the world given to the public. Readers who disagree of the level of difficulty of those actuarial exams are invited to take the exam for fun.
Warning: White hair, lack of sleep, constant hunger, worrisome and various other illnesses are prone to affect exam takers. Big Oobs will not be responsible for any illnesses that affect exam takers.
Sincerely,
Big Oobs
1-800-BIG-OOBS
"Once you Oobs, you BIG Oobs"
Bigoobs.blogspot.com will be suspended until its one and only sole-amateur-writer AJ finishes his actuarial exam on the 3rd of November (Monday). Big Oobs would like to thank everyone who visits the blog and especially to those who leave feedback. On behalf of AJ, Big Oobs is requesting that the reader wish him luck for his exam-taking as it is a known fact that the actuarial exams are the hardest exams in the world given to the public. Readers who disagree of the level of difficulty of those actuarial exams are invited to take the exam for fun.
Warning: White hair, lack of sleep, constant hunger, worrisome and various other illnesses are prone to affect exam takers. Big Oobs will not be responsible for any illnesses that affect exam takers.
Sincerely,
Big Oobs
1-800-BIG-OOBS
"Once you Oobs, you BIG Oobs"
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Finish your sentence
You know about the time when we used to? Or when that he said this and that? Owh come on of course you know what I'm talking about right? This was like just a few days ago. You remember right? *wink
No bitch. T_T
Cause you didn't have a good opening, nor did you end it right. A string of sentences have a sequence. They start with A and end with B or C. It doesn't just go from A to C and then back to B. Its hard to understand this kind of erratic sentences... but to be honest the impaired logic is still ok for me to handle. Go anywhere you want from A to Z and back and forth in the middle. I don't really mind. Most people who know me know I don't think with a straight line. Yeah, you need to work on me to get what I'm saying. Eventually though, most of you do understand what's coming out from my mouth.
The thing that bugs me is when people start telling a half-story. Thats what really gets on my nerves. I become crazy when someone starts to tell a secret, then decides three quarters of the way that it might be a big secret so he/she shouldn't finish the story. Like seriously, if you don't want to tell me the big big secret just make up a different ending. I'd rather be lied to than you suddenly going "omg, I can't tell you anything more. I swore not to tell!".
Ok, I know some of you akan terasa, but what the hell, why not. If you're writing in your blog, please finish the story so that people can understand what the *F-bomb* is going on. I know that some of you literally don't have balls, but metaphorically when you're writing in your blog just grow some and blurt out what you want to say, cause if you don't you're just going to make your audience curious or confused and you gain nothing. *nothing, nothing, nothingggg if I don't have youuu* (see how I end this paragraph with Whitney Houston? That's how confusing some of your blogs are to me)
For instance, if you're writing about being sad, please elaborate on why you are being sad. Maybe your pet cat died, or you fell and injured your leg, or you feel unappreciated. Awwww. Either way, tell others that your cat died, or that you fell and broke your leg, or that you think nobody cares about you. At least say something so people can just understand. Trust me, you trying to sound all mysterious and shady, really doesn't gain you points. Nobody cares.
What? No freakin' way. You're writing the mysterious sentence so that people who care will actually personally message you and ask how you are? Wow.... that's low. That sure is low. Well, what ever works out for you.
Hihihiihi
No bitch. T_T
Cause you didn't have a good opening, nor did you end it right. A string of sentences have a sequence. They start with A and end with B or C. It doesn't just go from A to C and then back to B. Its hard to understand this kind of erratic sentences... but to be honest the impaired logic is still ok for me to handle. Go anywhere you want from A to Z and back and forth in the middle. I don't really mind. Most people who know me know I don't think with a straight line. Yeah, you need to work on me to get what I'm saying. Eventually though, most of you do understand what's coming out from my mouth.
The thing that bugs me is when people start telling a half-story. Thats what really gets on my nerves. I become crazy when someone starts to tell a secret, then decides three quarters of the way that it might be a big secret so he/she shouldn't finish the story. Like seriously, if you don't want to tell me the big big secret just make up a different ending. I'd rather be lied to than you suddenly going "omg, I can't tell you anything more. I swore not to tell!".
Ok, I know some of you akan terasa, but what the hell, why not. If you're writing in your blog, please finish the story so that people can understand what the *F-bomb* is going on. I know that some of you literally don't have balls, but metaphorically when you're writing in your blog just grow some and blurt out what you want to say, cause if you don't you're just going to make your audience curious or confused and you gain nothing. *nothing, nothing, nothingggg if I don't have youuu* (see how I end this paragraph with Whitney Houston? That's how confusing some of your blogs are to me)
For instance, if you're writing about being sad, please elaborate on why you are being sad. Maybe your pet cat died, or you fell and injured your leg, or you feel unappreciated. Awwww. Either way, tell others that your cat died, or that you fell and broke your leg, or that you think nobody cares about you. At least say something so people can just understand. Trust me, you trying to sound all mysterious and shady, really doesn't gain you points. Nobody cares.
What? No freakin' way. You're writing the mysterious sentence so that people who care will actually personally message you and ask how you are? Wow.... that's low. That sure is low. Well, what ever works out for you.
Hihihiihi
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Friday, October 24, 2008
Politics babbling
Saje nak api-apikan orang yang tak sehaluan dalam political ideology... to my friends this is not a personal attack... I'm obviously directing this to someone else and not you ;)
But where the f*ck is Anwar Ibrahim and PKR and taking over the country and supposedly creating a racist-free Malaysia and your so called 'true democracy' and your babblings about turunkan harga minyak and your unfounded speculation that Najib was involved in Altantuya's murder and your ahli parliment changing sides to PKR and the bar council that you've influenced to raise sensitive issues and your banning of ISA and your RPK the true racist making up stories from his left ball and your idea of lifting the Malaysian flag upside down and your ceramahs cakap berapi api but the next day bukannye buat ape pun and your DAP plus PAS mediocre to destruction-in-the-making teamwork and your Theresa Ong expecting a served steak while in arrest and add some wine with it and your Malaysia Kini employee admitting to creating false reports and your support for Hindraf talking about euthanasia of 100 Indian-Malaysians per day whereas they walk in Mid Valley seronok je semacam tak takut nyawa terancam pun and so forth and so forth and so forth.
Talk is cheap ain't it.
Again this is not a personal attack, but one of my friends compared Anwar Ibrahim to Barack Obama. I'll state my case here. Barack Obama has a JD from Harvard University and at the same time he was the Head of the Harvard Law Review. The first black man to do so might I add. He entered Harvard without affirmative action because he didn't state his race in his application. He is poised, he is very hardworking, he is intelligent, and through out America people know him as Mr. Cool because even under the pressure of difficult questions being thrown at him during presidential debates he is able to counter them without any sign of agitation or aggression. Will he back up what he says when he becomes president? I think based on his track record there's not a shed of doubt that he can.
Now on the other hand we have Anwar Ibrahim who studied Malay studies and had to repeat his third year while at university because lo and behold he was too busy creating rallies at the streets. He can talk. Boy can he talk. When he talks crowds in the tens of thousands gather around. But we are talking about a guy who created a political party just to save his own ass. He got fired from his post, and when he wanted to seek vengeance he invited people to the streets when Malaysia was facing the Asian stock market crisis (Which Dr. M solved you bunch of ingrates).
People always talk about so-called democracy and justice, but if you ask me which one is more important, basic needs and better infrastructure compared to justice and democracy? Hand me that bowl of rice and you can have all the glory of being on the 'right' side. Of course, many of us don't feel this because lets face it, people who are reading my blog right now come from families that are at least in the middle class. If you knew, or I knew, or we just happen to be any of those kids from 'bersamamu' on TV3, the issues that are really important to us would be different. AndiIf you really think that Anwar Ibrahim is the epitome of justice in Malaysia and that he's actually trying to become PM to help the little guy, then you are gravely mistaken.
On a lighter note, I do get annoyed by publishings from Utusan. I think they are heavily biased and write crap for news. TV3 is also biased to the max. I also believe that many people in UMNO are corrupted and are out there for themselves.
If you're expecting a conclusion from this posting, don't even bother. This is bigoobs.blogspot.com remember? It's called random crap that I write. Non of the things I write here should be taken seriously. This is just a form of entertainment for those who like to read and pretty much surf peoples blogs for 'updates'.
Later
But where the f*ck is Anwar Ibrahim and PKR and taking over the country and supposedly creating a racist-free Malaysia and your so called 'true democracy' and your babblings about turunkan harga minyak and your unfounded speculation that Najib was involved in Altantuya's murder and your ahli parliment changing sides to PKR and the bar council that you've influenced to raise sensitive issues and your banning of ISA and your RPK the true racist making up stories from his left ball and your idea of lifting the Malaysian flag upside down and your ceramahs cakap berapi api but the next day bukannye buat ape pun and your DAP plus PAS mediocre to destruction-in-the-making teamwork and your Theresa Ong expecting a served steak while in arrest and add some wine with it and your Malaysia Kini employee admitting to creating false reports and your support for Hindraf talking about euthanasia of 100 Indian-Malaysians per day whereas they walk in Mid Valley seronok je semacam tak takut nyawa terancam pun and so forth and so forth and so forth.
Talk is cheap ain't it.
Again this is not a personal attack, but one of my friends compared Anwar Ibrahim to Barack Obama. I'll state my case here. Barack Obama has a JD from Harvard University and at the same time he was the Head of the Harvard Law Review. The first black man to do so might I add. He entered Harvard without affirmative action because he didn't state his race in his application. He is poised, he is very hardworking, he is intelligent, and through out America people know him as Mr. Cool because even under the pressure of difficult questions being thrown at him during presidential debates he is able to counter them without any sign of agitation or aggression. Will he back up what he says when he becomes president? I think based on his track record there's not a shed of doubt that he can.
Now on the other hand we have Anwar Ibrahim who studied Malay studies and had to repeat his third year while at university because lo and behold he was too busy creating rallies at the streets. He can talk. Boy can he talk. When he talks crowds in the tens of thousands gather around. But we are talking about a guy who created a political party just to save his own ass. He got fired from his post, and when he wanted to seek vengeance he invited people to the streets when Malaysia was facing the Asian stock market crisis (Which Dr. M solved you bunch of ingrates).
People always talk about so-called democracy and justice, but if you ask me which one is more important, basic needs and better infrastructure compared to justice and democracy? Hand me that bowl of rice and you can have all the glory of being on the 'right' side. Of course, many of us don't feel this because lets face it, people who are reading my blog right now come from families that are at least in the middle class. If you knew, or I knew, or we just happen to be any of those kids from 'bersamamu' on TV3, the issues that are really important to us would be different. AndiIf you really think that Anwar Ibrahim is the epitome of justice in Malaysia and that he's actually trying to become PM to help the little guy, then you are gravely mistaken.
On a lighter note, I do get annoyed by publishings from Utusan. I think they are heavily biased and write crap for news. TV3 is also biased to the max. I also believe that many people in UMNO are corrupted and are out there for themselves.
If you're expecting a conclusion from this posting, don't even bother. This is bigoobs.blogspot.com remember? It's called random crap that I write. Non of the things I write here should be taken seriously. This is just a form of entertainment for those who like to read and pretty much surf peoples blogs for 'updates'.
Later
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Living within your means (part 2)....
My friend once asked me, "If you've conquered Mount Everest, would you want to conquer Mount Kinabalu?"
The answer would be no.
When it comes to guys and their possessions, there's one thing that's certain, and that is that men are always about the upgrades. We try to upgrade everything we have - our computers, our TVs, gaming platforms, cars, musical instruments, mp3 players, cameras, phones,girlfriends and much more. Somehow, it is imprinted in our brains that there's always a never ending thirst for getting something better. And thats basically the problem.... anything can be made better. What we don't have is what we should have.
Upgrades are dangerous. Before, way back then, we would fork up a little bit more money to buy delicious ayam goreng in school. Other kids would be eating their nasi lemaks the traditional way; bare boned with only sambal, ikan bilis, timun and one sixth of an egg. Some of us, *looking at myself* would add that little piece of chicken, increasing the price of that nasi lemak by 100 percent. Present day, if we include that same mentality to the way we are living right now, that means saying goodbye to home-cooking, so-long cheap make up, good riddens last seasons clothes, adios amigo to my PS2, and waves of goodbyes to what are really the necessities in life.
Well, continuing with the previous post, living within your means tells us to put a stop to these never-ending upgrades. And here's some of the things that I have done (baby step moves) to make myself adhere to this new philosophy :-
1) Do not buy branded things. Before, I would always shower using the Dove body soap. Now? I use Walgreens Sensitive Body Shower that has the exact same ingredients, except that it comes with an uglier bottle and with a two dollar cheaper price tag.
2) Tightening up on food. I'll buy a sandwitch from Subway (five-dollar-foot-long), cut it into half and eat only a half for a meal.
3) Put as many clothes into the washing machine as possible. A girl I knew back in my internship days told me to never stuff the washing machine with too many clothes as it might damage the machine. Well missy, I'm sorry. I'm in this for myself. If that washing machine breaks down then the apartment managers are just going to have to fix it so I can place more clothes in them next time and repeat the damaging cycle.
4) Contest parking tickets. I got a parking ticket recently. Instead of just paying it straight, I managed to write a formal letter to the department of revenue and state reasons on why I (maybe I'm the only one) believe that I shouldn't have to pay that ticket. It might be a total hopeless cause but it is definitely worth a try.
5) Preserving what I have. Every time after I shower I would make sure that the shower curtains are straightened up before I leave the bathroom. If I don't do this mildew might plague my beautiful yet free shower curtains. And if the shower curtains become ugly I'll have to end up buying new shower curtains.
Ok I'm starting to write about crap. Haha what did you guys expect? This blogs url is bigoobs.blogspot.com.
Later
The answer would be no.
When it comes to guys and their possessions, there's one thing that's certain, and that is that men are always about the upgrades. We try to upgrade everything we have - our computers, our TVs, gaming platforms, cars, musical instruments, mp3 players, cameras, phones,
Upgrades are dangerous. Before, way back then, we would fork up a little bit more money to buy delicious ayam goreng in school. Other kids would be eating their nasi lemaks the traditional way; bare boned with only sambal, ikan bilis, timun and one sixth of an egg. Some of us, *looking at myself* would add that little piece of chicken, increasing the price of that nasi lemak by 100 percent. Present day, if we include that same mentality to the way we are living right now, that means saying goodbye to home-cooking, so-long cheap make up, good riddens last seasons clothes, adios amigo to my PS2, and waves of goodbyes to what are really the necessities in life.
Well, continuing with the previous post, living within your means tells us to put a stop to these never-ending upgrades. And here's some of the things that I have done (baby step moves) to make myself adhere to this new philosophy :-
1) Do not buy branded things. Before, I would always shower using the Dove body soap. Now? I use Walgreens Sensitive Body Shower that has the exact same ingredients, except that it comes with an uglier bottle and with a two dollar cheaper price tag.
2) Tightening up on food. I'll buy a sandwitch from Subway (five-dollar-foot-long), cut it into half and eat only a half for a meal.
3) Put as many clothes into the washing machine as possible. A girl I knew back in my internship days told me to never stuff the washing machine with too many clothes as it might damage the machine. Well missy, I'm sorry. I'm in this for myself. If that washing machine breaks down then the apartment managers are just going to have to fix it so I can place more clothes in them next time and repeat the damaging cycle.
4) Contest parking tickets. I got a parking ticket recently. Instead of just paying it straight, I managed to write a formal letter to the department of revenue and state reasons on why I (maybe I'm the only one) believe that I shouldn't have to pay that ticket. It might be a total hopeless cause but it is definitely worth a try.
5) Preserving what I have. Every time after I shower I would make sure that the shower curtains are straightened up before I leave the bathroom. If I don't do this mildew might plague my beautiful yet free shower curtains. And if the shower curtains become ugly I'll have to end up buying new shower curtains.
Ok I'm starting to write about crap. Haha what did you guys expect? This blogs url is bigoobs.blogspot.com.
Later
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Live within your means...
I'm very skeptical when it comes to motivational books. Usually cause most of them don't make sense and I believe they're only there to scam people. For instance, my dad purchased this one book called "The Secret", which after I read a couple of pages where it goes on and on and on about how people who found "the secret" have propelled themselves to super stardom, I found out that there actually was no "secret". It took about two entire chapters before they actually mention what that secret is. And finally, after reading other people's success stories thinking to myself that that could be me, the secret was revealed, and that secret was the ability to "attract" people.
I know. Wtf....
Being the kind of person who only reads books mostly in flights or when I'm not playing video games or studying for an exam, I deserve some applauses since I did read another motivational book, and that motivational book was "Millionaires are from another planet" by Azizi Ali.
Azizi Ali writes in his book "Millionaires are from a Different Planet" that in order for someone to become rich, he needs to live within his means.
So Ok, so according to Azizi I have to live within my means to become rich, got it. But what does living within my means mean? It means that I shouldn't break the bank, that if I earned 3000 ringgit a month, I shouldn't spend 3100 ringgit in that month. Living within your means is a tap to the shoulder to prevent you from spending so much. It heeds a warning of not trying to be greedy, that saving is the only way to become rich, and it is a constant reminder that life's journey to financial success isn't a short term easy goal accomplishment.
Living within your own means sounds simple... but as a young male adult finally earning his own cents from working a nine to five job, this task of living within your own means is by far not the easiest thing to do. And I'll tell you why.... in my next post.
Night!
I know. Wtf....
Being the kind of person who only reads books mostly in flights or when I'm not playing video games or studying for an exam, I deserve some applauses since I did read another motivational book, and that motivational book was "Millionaires are from another planet" by Azizi Ali.
Azizi Ali writes in his book "Millionaires are from a Different Planet" that in order for someone to become rich, he needs to live within his means.
So Ok, so according to Azizi I have to live within my means to become rich, got it. But what does living within my means mean? It means that I shouldn't break the bank, that if I earned 3000 ringgit a month, I shouldn't spend 3100 ringgit in that month. Living within your means is a tap to the shoulder to prevent you from spending so much. It heeds a warning of not trying to be greedy, that saving is the only way to become rich, and it is a constant reminder that life's journey to financial success isn't a short term easy goal accomplishment.
Living within your own means sounds simple... but as a young male adult finally earning his own cents from working a nine to five job, this task of living within your own means is by far not the easiest thing to do. And I'll tell you why.... in my next post.
Night!
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