May 24, 2017

disrespectful pricks

A week ago, I had the privilege to attend a technical sharing by an expert, who single-handedly designed and developed almost all the specialized machines/equipments we used in our line of work. Guy was a Mexican-American and has a big heart. Helpful and courteous. My kind of bro.

This time round, he came all the way from the US to share his new innovation, which is way more complex, but would eventually make our life in engineering and automation very much more bearable. It was a 2-days’ event with limited seats, and not many of us get the privilege to be in it. For those of us who got the opportunity to be in this event? We’re amongst the luckiest sons of bitches in Company T, but sadly, not many of those fucknuts know that.

You see, the sad thing about this was, I noticed a lot of the attendees were doing their own stuff during the technical sharing. Their laptops were on, and they were working on their keyboards all the time (the clacking sound was annoying enough). Some would fidget with their phones, chat with each other and came into the room late enough to ask dumbass questions. I don’t know what have we been feeding them fucking kids at Uni/College, but that is not an acceptable thing to me.

I was thinking – If you’re so busy with work that you have to goddamn stay glued to your fucking laptop all the time, then why bother attending that event in the first place? Being away from your workdesk and not able to concentrate in the technical sharing, you’d bound to lose both anyway… So, why bother? Just fucking decline the event and get real. Let others who want to learn be there instead. I could only imagine how would that Mexican guy feel, to see so many young but ignorant engineers putting their resources to waste and being such disrespectful pricks. All of them deserved to get punched in their kidneys until they need dialysis.

I was so fucking mad that I dragged 3 of my teammates after the event (2 of whom I caught doing Facebook and Whatsapp) and gave them a life changing lecture. The words ‘kurang ajar’ and ‘bangang’ were pitched into my tirade of anger.

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May 15, 2017

branded education

Do guys you know what’s the hottest dumb shit parents are into lately? Branded education. Branded as in, famous, glorified, good reputation, etc.

I don’t know if this is just happening in Penang but, there seems to be this common perception in the society that our government funded schools are for bottom feeders. i.e. They suck. That’s why we have a lot of these private schools popping up all over Penang to exploit insecure yuppie parents main gripe about their parenting obligation – that their children are not getting the best they can afford. That’s why, in Penang, most middle class and above families tend to want their kids to study in one of these ‘prestigious private schools’ that they can best afford.

And if you have such friends in Penang, you’ll hear them yapping about which of these institutions that they’re planning to send their kids to, and what kind of procedure they need to follow to get them accepted. Some of the schools, as I learned, requires some background check. Some even require the applicant (the damn kid) to go for a goddamn interview (can you believe it??), or worse, an entry exam. Of course, one is expected to fit a certain stringent requirements or pass a certain grade to be able to get accepted in that ‘prestigious’ school. It’s as if, they’re trying to make themselves discrete like they’re Harvard or Princeton, or something the like.

One may think this is preposterous but, believe me, people are flocking all over these damn schools to enroll their children! Prestigious school worr… why lose out such opportunity?? Most of them have good track records of high scores! Goddamn! Have these parents ever thought, to have all the smart kids studying in the same place – won’t that be the very reason it’s ‘a good school’ in the first place? Like, if a kid’s already smart enough to pass the strict entry exam to get enrolled, what else is there for the kid to improve or learn? It’s just going to increase the average performance of the entire institution (and you get charged for that). Shouldn’t a good school be doing something the total opposite instead? Like you dump in a kid who underperforms, and he comes out an overachiever? But alas, that’s not what’s happening.

One of the many things I don’t get about the society.

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May 3, 2017

deep conversation

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April 22, 2017

saving for it

One of the hardest thing about being a parent is to teach your kid about prudence and how to appreciate the little things we buy with our own money. Kids generally don’t care about money. The value of money is absent from their day to day cluster of thoughts, and that makes it even harder to teach them about being prudent or such shit.

My daughter Regine is no different from any other regular kid. She takes things for granted because we have been giving her the best, and would desire expensive glitzy things that her classmates had been showing off at school. One of the things that she sorely desired was that one ‘Smiggle’ pencil case. Now, if you’ve not heard of the brand, it’s like what a ‘Coach’ is… when compared to a regular handbag. Same shit, same design, but costs like 10x more than any other regular brand. Only that ‘Smiggle’ is all about school accessories (stationery, bags, tumblers, etc) and they’re targeted at kids.

So this goddamn piece of ‘Smiggle’ case costs about RM 104 bucks or something like that. I almost had a cardiac arrest when Regine told me the price. When I was in my secondary years, I used a metal pencil case which I bought for only 2 bucks, and I used it until I completed my engineering, and it’s still here today!

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April 13, 2017

wisdom removed 2

If you can remember, I removed my lower right wisdom tooth 8 years ago. It was a fucking torture.

Since then, I had been living with a lingering fear, the dreadful thought that one day, I’d be required to fucking remove THIS ONE OTHER WISDOM TOOTH and go through the nightmare all over again. And I got reminded of that everytime I floss my teeth. It’s like the Little Red Riding Hood looking out of her grandma’s window, each time she sees a shadow, she’s going to think about the big bad wolf mounting on her… doggy style her to death… before feasting on her corpse. It’s not a matter of ‘if’, it’s a matter of ‘when’…

So I have been living in constant fear like that, until the day of reckoning came… last week. It happened when I flossed the teeth fissure too hard and cracked the adjacent tooth next to the wisdom tooth. I immediately knew then, that this must be the sign from a higher being that the time was nigh for me to bear the cross of suffering, and get this over with once and for all. So I called the fucking dentist, made an appointment and mentally prepared myself for the D-Day (scheduled 2 days after the flossing incident).

The worst was the walk to the dental office. I haven’t felt so scared before in my life. And indeed, my instincts were right, it was way harder than the first one. This tooth was almost 1.5x bigger! And like before, the dentist had to break the shit up in several pieces in 2 sessions (I noticed a 10 min interval in breaking the tooth – probably too exhausted). The procedure took more than an hour to complete and eventually, it came out in about 7 pieces – with the final intact piece about half the size of a plug-in ear phone. I took the picture below right after the agonizing episode…


shit’s so big that it has its own part number…

Surprisingly, the aftermath wasn’t as bad as the previous one though, probably because I was mentally prepared for the suffering. The only shit thing was, the painkiller kinda gave me non-stop hiccups, which made me at the verge of going crazy. In the end, I opted to stop taking the painkiller, and resort to sucking ice cubes instead. I’m so damn glad it’s finally fucking over… I’m going to celebrate by eating some animals.

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