Monday was a bitch.

Okay picture this.

After a had days work, with hunger you ride your bike, only to be stranded in a 2 hours of jam and finally you cleared the customs, you find out that you have a flat tire. Flat fucking tire. That was happening to me yesterday. So I had to push my bike, for at least five fucking kilometres until I passed Malaysian Customs in m Gelang Patah. I pushed my bike across the sea, on the Second Link bridge. After the toll, there was a Chinese dude helping me to change the tube (with a fee of course.) Then around 10, I can finally ride my bike. I wanted to buy sport rims for it, but when I gave it a second thought, I was reluctant. Why? Because most of the time, the flat tire happens while

There goes one weekend..

Well, Sunday just flew by. Since I am here by myself, I did things most men do, just chillin' out while Sunday passes by. Today was a bit warm in the early morning alhamdulillah, I managed to get my laundry nice and dry, including the socks, yup. Tomorrow is payday, and by next week Insyallah we will face Ramadhan once again, I gotta make sure our budget is adequate for the whole month at least. But, I have to buy two things this month.

• A new Belt.

Given the duration of time it has served me (1996 up til now) it is no surprise, the buckle of of the belt simply, broken. Yup, a buckle made out of steel is now broken, but I still can wear it. This belt is so sentimental to me, I bought it when I visited Sydney in 1996. It has been serving me loyally since. Au revoir my friend, thank you for your services for all this while.It has been an honor wearing you and we had so many memories together.

• A new pair of shoes

My Hush Puppies, suede, which I bought sometime in 2003 is finally on its last legs. The sole is worn out, the suede is in saddening condition and there will be hole very soon. One thing amazes me, this shoe is extremely slip resistant. It too, has been serving me well. In dry seasons, those soaking wet rainy days, it makes me comfortable. Its true, men dont mind wearing cheap shirt or pants, but shoes is a non compromise item. It MUST BE COMFORTABLE. Thus, pricey.

Two problems though. Aside from having a beefy build, its difficult for me to find those two things that fit me nicely. Well, its a task that my wife will enjoy, and I can imagine our next trip to Tebrau Jusco City is going to be a long one. Lets face it, finding a bing belt ans a humongous pair of shoes is no a walk in the park. I love you sayang for your patience. Besides, I am aching to have another whack on Johnny's tomyam. Their's is simply supern, affordable and the service is excellent.There is one in Jusco Tebrau.

Oh, I just swapped a couple of my PSN games, Loco Roco Cocorecheo and Pain with one of the forum members' Ratchet and Clank Quest of the Booty and Capcom's 1942.

1942
Ratchet and Clank Quest of the Booty

Still Downloading them at the moment, will comment later after I have tried them. Oh well, thats all for today, like I said, I hate Sundays. Now another 15 minutes, come Monday, sigh. Okay then, chiow.

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I loath Sundays

Sundays. Some consider it the first day of the week. Some the seventh. If we follow the Arabic meaning, it derives from A'had. Meaning One. Usually on Sundays, people go for picnics, walks, jogs or at least, walk the dog. Well, not me. Most of my activities happens on either Saturdays of Fridays. Carrefour or Giant trips? Saturday. Movies? Saturdays. Walks? Saturdays. Gaming? Saturdays. Get my point. And why is that? Simply because, Sundays reminds me of Mondays. Sigh. And we know what starts on Mondays? Slavery eh I mean work. Work. We work for the full God damned week, to get paid by the 25th each month, to pay the bills etc, and to work again. I really envy those prehistoric people. Really I do. They didn't have to worry about rents, mortgage, car installments, insurance, paper work, the list goes on. During their time, despite of cleaner air and thicker ozone layer, the only thing they had to worry were dinosaurs. That or some talking donkey.
Hungry? Grab your sword and go hunting. A home? See that goat skin? With a wild imagination, that mere goat skin is a five rooms bungalow, complete with a swimming pool and barbecue area.

Life was a party back then. No wonder those people lived longer. Something like 300 years old of death, is considered as dead too young kinda deal. Tell somebody you are 300 years old today and you might end up as an ISA detainee. If this is a price to pay for modernization, well I don't want to be modern. Lets start back, a simple life. A dad goes to the corn farm, little Ahmad and Fatimah go to school, wife cooks dinner. At three o'clock sharp, everybody is home, living a complete life. Well, compare that today.

Morning

• Gets out of bed, rush for work
• Kids jump out of bed, school
• Wifes prepares a quick breakfast
• Feeds the cats
• Everybody off to work/school

Afternoon

• Kids attend PAFA/ tuition/ co curriculum activities
• Dad/mom takes lunch in office cafeteria
• Amah curls in front of your precious LCD to enjoy her Pinoy soaps

Evening

• Dad and mom return from work
• Kids return from school/tuition
• Amah prepares dinner since everybody is already flat out.

Night

• Dad and mom watch TV
• Kids study

Okay now I ask you, where did the quality time for family went? If I start my own company (I will Insyallah) I plan to start my office hours at 6.30 am. Thats right folks. Straight after Fajr prayers, you get your asses here in the office. And ends at 2.30 pm. Then the staffs will have all the time in the world for families or hobbies. No traffic jams, no bitching about unbalanced work life. So you have all the time in the world for your needs. Yes?

So that concludes why I hate Sundays. Now I gotta run. Duty calls.

I welcome myself to cyberspace..sort of..

Nothing like a nice nap..

Well, I always tell myself, one day I will blog. It was like.. four or five years ago. Why the delay? Simple, I was plain lazy. That's right, lazy. I am too lazy to drag my ass of the comfort zone to get on the chair and type, mainly because I make my living WITH A DAMNED COMPUTER, now even if I want to kickback and relax, I'd still need a computer? Aww fuck that shit. They might as well implant a HDMI port behind my ears and four USB slots under my chin, so I would be a full fledged computer myself. Nope scarp that. I hate needles. Despite of hunting dragons, taking down tangos (terrorists for you kids) and driving super cars at breakneck speed, I am afraid of needles. Hey can you blame me, even Superman is scared stiff of kryptonites. Well, I gotta congratulate myself on starting this, and I do hope I will update it regularly.I'll try my very best. That's right bitches, good men are all married..

Okay, now here comes the usual crap of introduction. I am a husband, a son and a non hardcore gamer. I was born in Ipoh, some 28 years ago and when I was about five, my family moved to Kuala Lumpur. I basically had my primary, secondary and even my bachelors degree there; Sekolah Kebangsaan Sentul 2, Victoria Institution and International Islamic University Malaysia.When I was completing my bachelors , I met my wonderful wife. Alhamdulillah now we are married for 2 years now. Yup, despite that rugged hard boiled look, I am something like a Sneaker's bar, hard outside, creamy and soft in the noughatty center.*winks*

Actually I am very fortunate, a lot of my course pals kinda jumped in the teaching sector, not like there is anything wrong with it, but I kinda like doing things not done by other people. When I was still sitting for my finals, I got an offer from a MNC company to become a part of their Payroll Processing Specialist. The company was about outsourcing. Naturally, I rose to the occassion and answered their challenge. Lets not name the company, simply because they didn't pay me to advertise them here ^_^ Then after 4 months running payroll, I kinda asked my manager to transfer me, anywhere would be okay. Running payroll was okay, but if you have a, how do I put this into a tender way, ermm.. biased Team Leader, even the simplest task is EXHAUSTING. The office was in Cyberjaya, so they transfered me to Kuala Lumpur office, somewhere in Menara HLA. To tell you guys the truth, I didn't know what position they were putting me into, I didn't care. Getting out of the hell hole was my primary target. So I was assigned to be the front man of their Customer Service team. I was promoted later and a couple of years after that, another outsourcing company, a competitor in fact, bought me over. I was relocated to Damansara Heights. And a year and a half later, I was relocated to Singapore, presently. I got a lot of stories here, but thats another update for the future. Now I reside in Johor Bahru

That was five seconds before a schumck gave me a head shot.

Okay, my favorite pass time is video games. Thats right, video games. If any of you say video games are for kids, let me ask you how can kids afford such an expensive hobby? My favourite is Metal Gear Solid series, Gran Turismo series, Final Fantasy series and a bunch of them, mainly Playstation 3 titles.Now I am active in Metal Gear Online and Warhawk, email me if you have the same cup of coffee as I am. I also enjoy heave metal acts like Metallica, Megadeth, Slayer,Anthrax, Sil Khannaz, Blind Tribe (are those guys still around??) Sepultura and Soulfly. I also like Marching band stuffs, why, I was a member of Victoria Institution Cadet Corps Band (1993-1997), boy I miss those years.. I got two fur kids, Toro and Poka. Both are local boys, but we do love them. They are part of the family now, and both boys are always on HEAT. Damn.

I don't have the looks, but I ended with a lovely wife..wwwwwootttt!

So what will you read here? Simple, what I feel, thats what I gonna post. As easy as pie. If I feel like crap at work, or just played and awesome video game or if I suddenly became concerned about our nation's political climate, I'll post them all here. Simple. No restrictions. What so ever. I write what I feel like writing. This blog is about me and my life. So thats the end of chapter one, many more to come Insyallah. Posts are welcomed. Come on, you know you want to.