WCG IS HERE!

What?
It is the largest gaming festival in the WORLD with more than 70 participating countries, 800 grand final participants and 1.2 million worldwide participants.

Lots of competitions.
Lots of cosplaying chicks.
Lots of exhibitions.
Lots of freebies.

Basically, every gamer's fantasy come to life!

Where?
Hall 2 & 3 Midvalley Exhibition Centre

When?
15-17th August 2008

More info?
Click on official website here!

I should be there tomorrow to check it out with my mum's trusty digicam! :P
See you there!

Mix.fm's Lie Detector

Have you been following it? It's quite fucked up man. This morning I heard how this woman put her husband up for the test because she suspected him of cheating. They have been married for 11 years and have 3 children. The itchy dick (hahaha) was caught when the wife read a raunchy sms from a woman on his mobile phone.

And he still had the gall to lie and say shit like "would you rather trust a machine?".

What a fucking asshole.

Makes me so angry.

Seriously for all women out there, if you discover the following:
a. naughthy smses from other women on his mobile phone
b. feminine stuff in his place (especially bedroom) which does NOT belong to you
c. correspondances from random strangers which he "met" on some online chat/friendfinder website
d. dubious pictures

.. chances are he is cheating on you.
No matter what he says.

Men will lie until the day they die about cheating.
Even when you have solid concrete prove in your hands.
Even when you have SEEN it with your very own eyes that he is in bed with another women.
They will deny it forever.

Leave that fucking loser.

No excuses.

(Unless of course you were in the wrong first then well, why don't you just do everybody else a favour and marry each other, eh?)

But sometimes it's easier said than done right.
But there are times in life when you have to collect some balls in you and JUST DO IT.
Because you deserve better than a lying, disrespecting scum of the earth.

Which is why you must always keep a job and have your OWN stream of income and NEVER EVER depend 100% on men for money. No matter how great he is, or how rich, or how nice he is to you now. One can never predict the future. Be it tomorrow, next month, next year, 10 years, 20 years, 50.

Bitter? Me? No. It's called being sensible.

Wall-E

Call me biased, but there hasn't been a Pixar movie which I didn't enjoy.

Actually, the concept of Pixar's movies have all been very mundane. Can you guess what Pixar cartoons the following were?

toys
monsters
fish
ants
race car
superhero family
rat
robot

Does any of the above protagonist sound very exciting to you? Everytime a new Pixar movie is shown on trailers, it doesn't compel me to really want to watch it. I mean how in hell am I going to give a shit about ants? Or rats? Or fish? Or freaking race car? And aren't there enough movies about robots and superhoes? But when I finally do watch it (and I always do) - the story telling grabs me by the shoulders and sucks me in.

Taking everyday objects and circumstances and turning it into a compelling story which appeals to the average person - you and me. That's Pixar. The extra bit where it cheesily tugs at your heart strings is most probably Disney's fault, so I'm letting that slide.

Humanising its characters. Telling a great story.
That's what Pixar does, and that is what they do incredibly well.

Their story telling is so seamless, so effortless, so simple, so flawless - it's so easy to forget about how much blood and sweat that went into the production of its movies. It's easy to forget how difficult it is to produce that kind of quality animation, and how long it took them to make it - just because their incredible work does not get into the way of their story-telling.

But how was Wall-E?

It's exactly like how you would expect a Pixar movie to be like.

Great story with a message. Heart-warming. Satisfying.

Wall-E was incredibly cute with those sad binocular eyes. Even his pet cockroach was darn cute. Who the hell can think up of having a cockroach as a pet AND making it look cute? Only Pixar.

ALL of the dialogues between the robots were in their own robotic language, and yet you have an inkling of what they are actually saying. Who the hell can think up of doing that? Only Pixar.

Wall-E has a certain familiarity in it. Maybe because Wall-E reminded me of Johnny Number 5. Maybe because Eve looks suspectingly like a MAC gadget. Maybe because the space scenes had elements of all the sci-fi movies I've ever seen. Maybe because the message has been preached so often. But, in spite of the dejavu feeling I didn't feel like Wall-E is just some overplayed try-too-hard tacky cartoon knock-off sci-fi movie. It still feels original but with a tinge of "hey.. I know you from some place!". Who the hell can combine just the right mix of familiarity and originality? Only Pixar.

Any movie which can keep a rowdy 3 year old brat sitting on his seat fairly quietly for 2 hours surely has to have some magic in it. Only Pixar.

I loved it.
I loved every single pixel, every minute of it. Even with the extra serving of Disney cheese.

Pixar has failed to dissapoint me yet again.

I'm gonna go buy me a DVD and watch this another million times more.

Thanks for the invite, Minishorts. :)

More:
On IMDB
Official Website

Demotivated

I couldn't sleep last night.
When I did, I dreamt about was work.
When I woke up, I dreaded waking up to go work.
Feel like crying man.

Can't go into details because this is not just any anonymous blog.

But can tell you it's not exactly an amusement park ride here.

Why don't you share with us your work woes instead.
Anonymous comments are acceptable.

Back from Singapore, Thoughts.

Wah I'm offline for just 1 day 1 night and missed so much kah!

Why everywhere got scandal one. Politics also got. Blogs also got. Turn head anywhere also can bump head into a scandal. Haihyah. Nothing to say about that lah. This is kinda the reason why I rather not get involved or get close to anyone in the arena. Too old, can't really be bothered, and I'm just.. tired. Not to say that it wasn't a guilty-fun read though.

Business trip was eventful. But lugging around luggage around half of Singapore wasn't really fun. Didn't have the opportunity to drink any decent alcaholic beverage to recharge myself but the hotel room I stayed in was fanfuckingtastic. Too bad it was only for a night. Didn't even have the time to soak myself in the tub, or use their other super duper canggih looking facilities. My credit card is already bleeding because of it, though. Argh. Damn the weak RM.

The trip has reaffirmed me of a couple of things
1. It's not what you know, it's who you know and
2. the ability to bullshit on the spot and convincingly will take you everywhere.

Unfortunately, I wasn't born into the first, because it's something you have to be born into. While I don't have the second either, it still can be learnt. Which takes a lot effort. And time. And me giving a fuck. Do I really give a fuck? It seems I must if I want to go anywhere and retire before I'm 40. Marrying a rich, dying old man has never been an option to me because it's downright sickening so don't you smart alecs even think about proposing it. Plus do I even have the right looks and character for this? Haha. I didn't think so either.

Made up with friends for a quick (and yucky) drink in Singapore on the first night. Malaysian by birth. Studied in Singapore after college and never come back. In fact, one of them is actually afraid of coming back to the motherland. Tanah tumpah darahnya. The place where she grew up. Why, I asked. It's so badly managed (implying the circus we read about in the papers everyday), so dangerous (implying crime rates and rempts), she said. I don't feel safe, she added. Immediately after I heard her say that, I felt a tinge of sadness. The insides of my stomach knotted. But it's home, I tried to reason. No way. It's terrible. I never want to go back, it's a scary place to be in, you can't even complain openly, she reiterated. How horrible does a country have to be for its own countrymen to be afraid of coming home to it? I feel very sad for my country. I love it. But yet at the same time I'm dissapointed. And it feels like there's nothing I can do about it. Except to leave. Peace? You call this peace? Granted we are not war-ridden, but why must we always compare to countries worser than ours? Singapore is not better, but yet its people are more contented. Spending power stronger. Perceived level of safety higher. What to do. What to do. Balik tongkanglah.

What I hate most about travelling on air by either MH or SG is how shitty and bias the service is. If you wear the same colour skin as them - you are dirt, and not worth their time. Glaring, condescending, unsmiling. How is it that they can forget that I pay the EXACT SAME FUCKING FARE as the next foreigner? As a matter of fact, who gives them more trouble in planes? Their own countrymen or the foreigner? What happened to Asian Hospitality? Is that kind of service only reserved for a certain group of elite people? Yeah, it's only from Msia to Spore but isn't YOUR job to make it THE BEST travelling experience for every single one of us, as YOUR paying customers? Fuck you, bitches. If you strip out all the perceived glamour and snottiness you guys are nothing but a bunch of overpaid waitresses with attitudes like something crawled up your ass and died. Of course, not ALL of them are like that. But a lot of them are, and they really shouldn't be. Ptooi.

I think I want to work in Singapore too. Everything is cheaper for me as a Singaporean living in Singapore than a Malaysian living in Malaysia... except for rent. Let's see how that plan comes along. Most of my plans die as soon as they come to life. And I really don't know about the people and its culture though. I don't know if I want to live with that. A SWOT analysis is in order.

Back to work. TGIF.

Business Trips

Don't know if I'll get used to it.

You know how sometimes you wished you had something you don't have and once you had the taste of that one thing you wanted so badly you realised that it wasn't all that great afterall?

I always thought business trips would be something glamorous. I see these people at the airport looking sharp and hoity-toity, carrying their laptop bags and overnight carry-ons, fervently checking their blackberry while talking into their bluetooth headsets - and I think to myself, "What would I give to trade in my 10 hour deskjob for that."

Sometimes I see my colleagues from work carrying their luggages to the office and scheduling their transport, getting their hotel rooms booked, speaking to the people from the other countries to fix their appointments - and they are dreading it. I wondered why. Anything had to be better than being chained to their desk.

Hahaha. I had my first business trip a few months back. The whole illusion of livin' the jet-setting yuppy live went down the drain after just one business trip

Lies. All lies.

Back to back meetings. Fire-fighting issues back in HQ over the phone. Forking out endless $$$ first and then waiting for months before your claims are banked in. Endless custom checkpoint Q-lines. Milking your credit card dry because everything out of Malaysia is a gajillion times more expensive. Budget travel, budget food, budget accommodation, on a budget allowance. Not even a company laptop or Blackberry, not that I want a Blackberry anyway, but I'm just bitching.

Definitely not fun when you are a small fry with just about no perks.

Damn you hollywood movies. Damn you Eyeris. Damn you people with high-flying jobs and even higher flying pays.

In spite of all that I still prefer this so much more than a 24-7 deskjob. Seriously, does this aging face look like damn robot who enjoys sitting in one place for long hours at a time staring at the monitor slowly killing off my braincells, pushing paper? Absofreakinglutely not. I get so freaking restless and cranky there are days where I'd feel like ripping the phone off and throwing it at somebody just to create some chaos and distruption in my routine.

But give me another few more months. I might actually start hating travelling too. You know me, Ms Bitch About EVerything But Don't Do Anything About It. :P

In a few hours, I'l be flying down south to our friendly neighbourhood Singapore. Whee! Any chance that one of you five readers might be a Singaporean? Well if you do see me waltzing around your city, please don't throw rotten eggs toward my general direction. I'm just a harmless little corporate slave android, being there, minding my own business, doing my job.

You could however, buy this poor bugger a very needed drink. I really, really love Brewerks!

But I don't even enough time to kaikai also. Or have drinks. :(

So, what is there to do in Singapore if I'm only there for 1-3 days with no budget?

28 Already

2 days ago.

.... and still aimless, haha.

Belated Happy Birthday to me!

Don't feel a difference though. So stop asking me how it feels goddamnit!

Thank you very much for all the smses! Thank you for remembering! It really made my day. :)

Spent the day catching a movie, having an awesome dinner, and then drinking aftewards.

Ever tasted my first flaming! I know, a bit late right? Better late than never I guess.

It doesn't taste very good though.

At the club, I realised that I don't really enjoy velvet that much anymore.

Probably because the music really sucked wet donkey balls.

and I was thinking to myself, I'm 28. What am I proud of. How many good friends do I have? But I couldn't really hear myself think because the lousy music was too loud.

Aspirations? Couldn't think of any on Saturday. Can't think of any now.

But I guess something along the general lines of lots of money, less headache at work, less bills, more happy. :P

Was also thinking about how I should spend more time doing the things I like, and with the people I love. But how do you go about doing that when work takes up so much of my time and energy?

What's worse, it's not even what I wanted to do. Still. My god. What's up with that? Bad jobs graavitate to me like I'm a black hole.

What would I rather be doing? Hmm. Spend more time blogging, yum cha with friends a bit more. See my mum a bit more during the weekdays. Sleep. Read a good book. Go to the gym. Eat healthier. Travel like I intended to. Keep in touch with my overseas friends.

Definitely not spend all my time worrying about things getting fucked up at work.

Feeling really tired. Maybe it was a bad idea. But maybe it's too soon to say. I'm no quitter. But I AM really tired.

I don't wish for more time in a day. I wish for less time in the office. Because when I am on my deathbed, I won't ever wish that I spent more time at work. I would've wished that I spent more time doing what I love doing, and spending more time with my loved ones. And I'm 28 already. If I don't do that now, when will I ever start doing it, right? One more year? Two more years? 5? 10? When is it ever a good time to spend less time at work? Tell me lah!

Money is important though. Sigh.

Getting married? Hah. Long time more lah. No rush. Eventhough most of my friends ARE married already. I don't personally feel the need to go get myself hitched. Or is that something I say to myself to console? Hmmm. Nah. I'm okay, really. I'm happy for everybody. :) But yes I do realise that my "market value" will drop over time and I should really start thinking about it so get off my back okay? :)

Time to start work. Happy Monday!

Civil Disobediance

I filed it in and I posted my cheque. It was quite a big sum too. Like, 4 figures - thanks to backdated numbers.

It's been almost a year since. Nobody's cashed it in. The money is still sitting in my current account, rotting.

If I'm not mistaken, cheques die after 6 months.

I guess they don't need my money.

They can't say I didn't try, right? I got proof in copy!

I'm not even going to bother writing them another one just because of THEIR incompetence.

It's not as if they don't automatically deduct it from my monthly salaray anyway.

Plus I'm so fucking SICK of all the freak shows and the circus acts that's being reported on our papers while they do SQUAT at making this country a better place for us to live in. And they have the bloody CHEEK to tell ME to plant vegetables and take the fucking public transport as they happily use MY hard earned money to pay for THEIR expensive foreign cars, ginormous houses, fancy parties and their overseas "lawatan sambil belajar" excursions.

The thought of how you guys are running this place makes me sick.

SO FUCK YOU.

Sian.

Some days I just don't feel like waking up.

Like a 7 year old kid who refuses to go to school.

Maaaaaa... I dun wanna go to workkk.

:'(

The Great Oreo Tasting Experiment

Oreo remains to me, one of my favourite cookies simply because:

1. It's super duper tasty (Oh how the crunchiness of the dark outer biscuits complements the smooth velvet sweet filling in the middle, YUM!) and
2. A single roll retails for oh what an amazing price of..... less than RM3.

What about Timtams I hear you cry?

No doubt TimTams are divine food bestowed upon us by the gods but with Oreos, you can have your cookie and eat it too. Without feeling empty inside. Your wallet.

Well today's post is actually NOT about how wonderful Oreos is.

No sir.

It's about finding out what is THE best way of devouring the ebony circles of joy.

The packaging recommends a trick:

Twist. Lick. Dunk.

Wikihow also showcases a few popular methods.

So many ways! But which way is THE best way?



Cleverly using Oreos as bait, I managed to lure a group of housemates to conduct a very simple experiment. An experiment which would change their lives as they know it, FOREVER!

The guinea pigs were questioned about their preferred methods of eating the cookies. Responses were mostly, "Just eat it lah". A little shy perhaps?



Instructions were given to the willing participants to it eat the cookies using 3 most popular prescribed methods. Why just 3? Because I said so and besides 4 would be overkill. The 3 methods were:

1. Twist. Lick. Eat
2. Dunk in cold milk. Eat.
3. Pop the cookie in mouth. Eat.

Then comes the taste test itself. Everybody was of course more than happy to stuff their faces with delicious Oreo cookies! Shy? No. Shy was nowhere to be found, hehe!



Each participant then finally notes down his or her favourite method of the 3, citing reasons.

Conclusion:
Out of the 3, dunking the Oreo in milk first before eating it is the best way of eating an Oreo.

Why?

When the Oreo is consumed by itself, the biscuit is a little dry in the mouth, and the creamy filling a little too sweet. But when an Oreo is dunk into milk, it softens the cookie, thus making it easier to consume. Also, the taste of the milk on the Oreo cookie develops and enhances the taste of the cookie. It tastes like.... a handful of fluffy clouds mixed with a few drops of sunshine, blue skies and a spot of rainbow. No, seriously.

Argh. Excuse me, I have this sudden crazy urge to stuff my face with Oreos and milk.... bai!