Fffffuuuuhhhhhh...

That's how I usually end a working day. With a long sigh.... stressing the 'f' very heavily, just like you would if you were to swear at a person wearing a beanie on the head and eating a kosher-baklava... I think....

Germans. Great engineering. Great cars. Great football team? Maybe not.... I heard they once had this famous, or maybe infamous, person, was it Germany or Austria? Anyway.... seems he made a lot of decisions that were not so popular. Come to think of it, some say one or two of his decisions were good ones, and had he followed thru with them, we wouldn't have some of the problems currently escalating in the middle east. Promised land? Fffffuuuu....hhhh. Huh. Still, I don't like Germans. Most. Ugly like Kahn. Smug and pompous like Ballack. Crooked-faced like Schumacher. Hamaan is ok. Maybe Heidi Klum sucks...

A job that sucks is bearable when you think about the consequences of not working, but what is the limit? At what level of god-damn-this-job-sucks do you say, the hell with it?? I suppose not until your nose bleeds at the mention of your work. Why am I not related to, say, Tun M? Smooth sailing until retirement, and more..... just have to buat pekak sikit to some comments from the media and public, that's all.... no hal... why the fuss, he is a genius, as Einstein was, otherwise would he practice the mantra 'everything is relative...', or maybe 'relatives get everything...'. I am not sure.

Fffffuuuuuhhhhhhhh......
Still don't see what this blog thing is all about.

Speak now or forever hold your peace...

I am a geek. Definitely was one. Never realized unconsciously trying not to be. I guess will forever be one. A+ to Jong for this mind-blowing revelation...

Geek (noun) - One who plays a lot of PS2? Dunno.... Dahlah pakai spek, hisap rokok pulak tu. They say smoking is bad for the bones, among other things, and I guess I can testify to that, having both my legs broken at one time or another (coincidentally my left leg during the '98 WC and my right leg during the '02 WC). Thankfully I have only 2 legs (yeah, the other stump can barely fit into that category, I wish... maybe not, leave that to Jack....).

Now I will speak....
Ever noticed how fast-food restaurants never give enough tissues/napkins? Why is this? Is there a quota on how many can be given to customers? To save trees maybe? I hate this because my kid has perfected the art of eating using every body part imaginable before the food finally gets near the mouth area. Please.... bagi lebih la brader, gua ni dahla something like OCD, pantang comot nak lap. I've even got baby wipes (wet tissues for babies to the uninitiated) in my car, maybe it's a geek thing? or maybe more likely just me....

I will speak more...
My first memories of flying (in airplanes, I mean) are rather shady, since they were back when I was still a young, but the ones I remember usually involve either MAS or AirAsia, and almost all of these involve the cheapest seats available. So it was tripping for me when I was on board a KLM flight, in Business no less, in my company trip last week. My observations is this. If flight attendants (the female kind) were used as a gauge for a country's female population, I believe Malaysia should win any and all beauty pageants hands down. Maybe it's just me, but being attended to by a malay-speaking, tight-kebaya-wearing dudette is way better than having a she-man, war-attire-wearing dudette (or maybe dude? I dunno... never sneaked a peek at the necessary areas) breathing down your neck. Most likely just me...

Will the speaking ever end...
Do I look like a terrorist? I hate the fact the without fail, during x-ray and metal detector checks at airports, I have to take of everything metal, which most of the time includes my belt. Can I actually do something with my bloody quiksilver buckle that can compromise the safety of the flight I am about to board? Sheesh. Thank god the metal rod in my right leg doesn't set of any alarms, or I would probably have to be strip-searched and have cavity searches done... sheesh. And this is Europe... god knows how it is now in the US of A. Next time I'll check in my right leg along with my luggage maybe..... again, just me... enough about legs.... Dol... no more.....

Damn I've been back 4 days and still on european time.... can't sleep nights...
Still don't know what this blogging thing is all about, just happy to have something to do until I fall asleep.

Short (maybe not...) and simple.

I have friends, and they suck.

One just became a dad two weeks ago, he sucks....
Another sports this ewok-ish look, so he sucks....
And the biggest sucker of all, a long-haired, fish-intolerant, sarawakian....

All of them have in some way contributed to my curiousity towards this blogging phenom.
Anyway, I'm the sucker now who is typing away at 3am, in total silence and semi-darkness.
So, let's see what this is all about. What's my motivation for this? What is it for the thousand others with blogs or whatever the term is. Surely it's not some random keyboard mashing by monkeys hoping to recreate the works of Shakespeare.... or is it? Why am I checking my spelling like this is some term paper for an ESL course? Why?

There's always a first time...

Last words: May Allah protect me from 10 year old jokes and vandettas, or even worse, insurance and MLM related inquiries......