No!!!! you CANT download....

It’s the end and good riddance for that. Falling out with the guy who was giving me internet was inevitable. In his mind the internet is for checking mail, chatting and browsing the many websites available. Apparently, downloading anything seems to be taboo. Then I ask you, why in God name do people pay so much for internet?? Because of this imbecile my routine has been hampered considerably. Just think this doofus is in the same faculty as I am, and mind you in the accounting department.

Anyway, I told him to stick his internet up his ass; this was done is a very diplomatic fashion. I wanted to get physical, but that would not favour me in a court of law, pity though. Not to mention the whole scene with immigration and what not. Therefore, we decided to let him go his own way. In conclusion, I hope his internet service crumbles and disintegrates to tiny particles and carried by air to a far and distant place.

Now, that feels much better….. Looks like from now on I will have to come up with creative ways to do my internet activities.

Awesome-ness of black

A few minutes ago, I experienced total darkness in my entire block. Somebody had most probably been part of an exercise that had made the trip twitch go off. Few guys came out of their rooms with torches in hand. I have a torch, but that has not been used in a long time, and the batteries are dead anyway. I stayed in the dark for about 4 minutes. It felt very nice, a familiar feeling I used to encounter back home. I don’t know why some people associate negative notions regarding black. Black to me is beautiful, although it’s been stereotyped into many aspects by numerous people. There is a Somali guy I know and he is of the purest of heart, I swear. He is such a kind hearted soul full of life and optimism at all times. May God keep him that way for the rest of his life. Never take things at face value, because what you see is definitely not what you get.

I have moved a step higher in the office environment. I started downloading files from today, relating to my many interests. For once the affects of sleepiness did not wrap its tender embrace around me as is the custom. I never even thought of sleep; the computer belonged to me, and me alone. I managed to download business week (May 2008), which was indeed welcome. Anyone needing this just let me know along with their email. The other incentive being most of the people in the marketing dept. had gone on their errands. I ruled the entire dept. for most of the day. In spite of all the excitement, I also managed to complete a spot of work, which is very dignifying. Apparently, most of them know I’m bored to death. One can feel the vibe when the questions asked from you are “so, looks like your bored ahh??” Need I say more?

I only hope the good download days remain and continue to prosper. I’m also putting office resources to better and more productive use, whether you believe it or not.

Perfect Sunday

Waking up at 2.30 pm is a good reason for anyone to frown and give his/her opinion on how one should utilize their time more efficiently. I am not in the mood for any of this since today is Sunday. In my book Sunday gives you the right, the undisputed no-questions-asked power, to wake up anytime you please. Lunch was a welcome prospect at the canteen, which was a nice change. In all the years that I’ve stayed in Malaysia, I can count the number of times home cooked meals came my way. Guess you can’t have everything in a foreign land, right??

A movie sets your mood for the entire day, thus I settled for Forest Gump. I know, those of you reading must be thinking, “why Forest Gump now!?!” As they say “better late than never.” I started to play the movie. The entire movie clocked a time of 2 hours and 22 min, which I thought was quite long for a Hollywood movie. Beginning of the movie was in the normal fashion, and nothing extraordinary. As it progressed, the more intriguing it became along with its ability to captivate my interest in the life of Forest Gump. A person with below average IQ managed to achieve such a feat in his life. That itself in my perspective is a phenomenal achievement.

Throughout the film Forest is always thinking of Jenny. It seems as though she is his entire world and more. I may not be a critic, but it can’t be helped, the signals are clear as day. Forests’ strong dedication and concern for Jenny appealed to me. He was not afraid to show it to her, even when he considered him stupid. In spite of Jenny being harsh and unkind to Forest, he still didn’t forget her. Jenny asks Forest in the film “why are you so good to me??” Then he says “because you my girl.” That was a perfect reply, no doubt about it.

My wish would be that; one woman and one love.

I don’t believe in the dating and break-up game being portrayed by the secular world. I waited until age 22 to get into a relationship that lasted only 3 months, and that being long distance. One month in SL and the other 2 in Malaysia, quite surprisingly lasted exactly 3 months. I got rejected on the dawn of that day in an internet café. How dramatic and pitiful is that? Nothing like breaking up via IM, that’s for sure. Looking back mum was right, but how come she’s always right? That I would never know.

I don’t believe in tears after break-ups and neither having to do anything with the past. I gave it my best shot thinking it would work out. I was honest, truthful and sincere. My ex did have experience being in a relationship before; I was only a toddler in that respect. I wanted only ONE relationship for the whole of my life. I suppose that was not to be.

A time to remember .... saturday outings

It was all well planned that we were going out for lunch today. Arrangement were made to meet at Dang Wangi; making it easier for guys to meet. By the time I left the uni with Wusley and Hamada it was already close to 2 pm. The signs were not that good, but nevertheless, we remained optimistic. We are always optimistic until the sky falls on our heads, which is not alway very wise.

After reaching Bukit Bintang (BB), we made a bee line to the pavilion. Hunger was the main topic in everyones subconscious mind, and we went to eat at Carls Jr. The burger seemed to be enormous, but that hardly bothered me. I see food as a challenge that should be relished whenever possible. The burger was about 5 inches in height and was giving signals "eat me if you dare". Not be intimidated by the burger I left no scrap uneaten. The sprite was not up to standard because it was diluted with a higher quantity of water, which in my opinion is a cheap trick. We stayed in there for quite a long time until one of the guys wanted to take a leak. It so happened that we all ended up following him to the toilet. It made me feel like we are a group of ladies, which is very ironic.

Pavilion was followed by starhill gallery, and then, we headed for low yat. We only looked around starhill gallery; designer and branded items sure cost a bomb, don't they?? Low yat was visited to buy a memory card and check out the prices on broadband packages. The guy whose giving us internet now expects people not to download things from the internet. What kind of a nincompoop is that?? To think he is studying in the economics faculty makes me even more sad. The dumb nut apparently has bit more than he can chew in terms of providing a better service. I mean, increasing the number of users would obviously reduce download speed; that is not getting through to his skull. We decided of saying "screw you" and getting our own connection.

BB is full of people who express themselves in so many different and unique ways. Some can pull it off, in terms of their attire and accessories to match. Others tread a fine line that is between the black and white ares, better known as the 'grey zone". There happens to be a sub sect, which I consider totally hideous. The so called 'fashion' conscious folk ruin everything that is held dear by people like myself. It's very evident to me that none of them look at their reflection in the mirror before leaving home. I saw a guy with coloured hair, sunglasses bigger than his face, with a mixture of oddly matched clothes. He looked more like a clown than a person. I felt like saying, "bitch!!! what the fuck are you doing??". Even that would not suffice my inner most disgust.

Coaxing one of your mates to treat you for ice cream is worth the effort. It took a tag team effort and I was happy to have paid a leading role in the process. In the end the victim succumbed to our nagging cum torment and finally bought ice cream. Satisfaction never felt better and efficiency 100 percent. We were ready to call it quits for a day, but one of us thought Lot 10 is worth a visit too. Taking one for the team is part of the bro code (contains a list of do's and don'ts between bros), and it that spirit we tagged along. We shocked the shit out of all the people in the Apple shop. We had no idea that touching the top of a circular object would cause the speakers to be muted. I had in my ignorance done just that, not knowing my friend that increased the volume. Then all of a sudden he tapped the top the the circular object, that gave off a thunderous noise, resulting in all of the people in the shop devoting their full attention towards us. In our defense we just burst out laughing. Nothing like a little hullabaloo once in awhile eh??

Receptionist for a day.....

Today dawned like any other Friday much to my dismay. I was happy because: getting my first pay for doing absolutely nothing and awaiting a long weekend to cool my soul. Everything was quite the usual until "the call!!". "The call" can be described as a signal when one is expected to do a specific task or in a business sense being fed to the sharks- a scenario not done by the individual before.

I was told to man the front desk and I had no say in the matter, whatsoever. I have undermined the job description of a receptionist; its times to think bloody hard all over again. The first thing I did was to photocopy a list of extension numbers of all the people in the company. It was not easy drilling your brain with numbers at such a rate. I never did get all of them down, but having it on paper did proves useful. I got down and dirty with it. Surprisingly, after sometime I began to enjoy it. A challenge arose and that was speaking in BM (Bahasa Malaysia). I could converse a little to save my soul, but this was far from the usual situation. Anyway, I managed quite well to my surprise and the people in the office thought I was doing it good too. I ended up being on the job from 11 am to 5 pm.

At about noon time, I got all my bearing wrong and walked out of the office thinking it was time for prayers. On the way, the Indian shop from which I normally eat lunch was open, which made me puzzled beyond Prof. Calculus in the comic book Tin tin. When I looked at the watch, then pictured myself wearing a 'dunce' cap and walking around feeling like an utter ass. Soon after realising my folly, I went back to office. Talk about an embarrassing situation that only you knew- now that's a slow killer. Then again at 1 pm I set out to the mosque, this time it went well.

On my way back, of course, a situation erupted inside the feeder bus back to the uni. Apparently, this new chap didn't know that the bus only takes RM 1 bills in order to issue tickets. As i was getting in the driver made some rude remark to that person, which I didn't care to ascertain. After being in the bus, I realised that he was trying desperately to change a RM 50 note. One guy gave him 5 notes of RM 10, but that didn't solve his frustration. To make matters worse, the driver was becoming very bossy. I felt like giving that s.o.b a few sharp edged words, but then again, no point wasting good English on a bus driver. I felt empathy, and gave him a RM 1 note and said "Go and pay this". Even after saying it he was still trying to get change without any luck. Then I pushed him towards the driver and said "just go and get the ticket" in an affirming matter. After getting the ticket the poor soul looked very much at ease and grateful. He offered to pay me back; I wonder how he was planning on doing that??

It felt really nice deep down inside, at the thought being able to help a person come out of stranded situation, in my own way. My policy is to do good whenever, wherever and to whomever as possible as I could. This is not because I expect a favour in return, but hope and pray that at a certain time when I am in need, God will send help to me through one of His creations.

The morning party

Every man dreads the thought of waking up early on the Sunday, which is unanimously dubbed “men’s sleeping day”. Taking up my friends invitation for a birthday party invitation was indeed quite promising. Frankly, I must admit I cant recall the last time that I went for a birthday party of a person. There was a slight tingle of excitement laced with smidgen of laziness not wanting me to get up from bed.

My clock, as it so happens, being an old model gives out a thunderous noise at the set time. It was successful in waking me up from deep slumber while the phone was constantly being pressed on snooze. The ritual of shaving had to be done today because going to a party looking like a street bum would not have been cool. The venue was in a place in which we haven’t gone before and took a lot effort to find. In the process the cabby was successful in ripping off my friend and I due to our lack and belief in justice. We had no choice but to go with him since we were running late for the party. Of course, being Sri Lankan adherence to certain aspect cannot be compromised like arriving late to certain events hosted by others. Some have also come late to functions that were to be hosted by them entirely.

Good for us the b’day girl hadn’t arrived and that was the most important thing. My friends and I were scared if we would draw attention away from the b’day girl for arriving late. Although, the b’day girl arrived late we still summed all our courage to say “surprise!!!!!!!!!!” which we hope had an affect on her. After getting introduced; having lunch; more chit chat among the buddies; we had spent about 3 hours in the restaurant, or was it more!!!??? Anyway, after singing the song, customary act would be to clap. We were shocked when a gentleman at distant table was clapping louder than we were. Oh!! The shame of not clapping hearty and loudly on a friend’s b’day. All in all, it was a Sunday to remember topped off with going to starbucks and moseying away back to uni.

Fighting the bulge

After many weeks of procrastination, the hour dawned to step up to the plate. Enough was enough, and something had to be done. I set about finding a manual or book that would get me motivated. Having done the same things before my intention was to change my whole routine. I thought better get specialised help, thus started searching for books.

In the weekend, i ventured with the friend to a massive bookshop and poured over many on weight training. In the end, with some buddy opinion, settled for a book that propagated high intensity workouts. After buying it on saturday, I have yet to read the first page (i know.... my situation is absolutely deplorable). I am going to make a commitment hence forth to stick to my routine and get jiggy with it. That is after I finish reading the book. At times, nothing can beat or overpower procrastination.

A point to ponder?!?..... hmmmmmm, I should think so.