Archive for 2011

September 27, 2011

obviously

It’s been the talk of the town lately in Penang….

[source]
GEORGE TOWN: Prime Minister Datuk Seri Najib Tun Razak handed over RM15mil to 15 Chinese schools here while praising the Chinese community for its commitment and dedication in educating the next generation of Malaysians.

He said the community’s emphasis on a solid education was admirable and the Federal Government shared the hopes and aspirations of parents wanting a better future for their children.

“I am reminded of a Chinese saying that no matter how poor we are, we will not compromise on education.

“Be it for Chinese, Tamil or religious schools, we can do much more if we join hands,” he said, before handing over RM15mil to 15 Chinese schools in the state during the 1Malaysia Charity Ride for Education 2011 in Tanjong Tokong.

The event was organised by Kwong Wah Yit Poh newspaper and sponsored by 1MDB.

Najib said Mandarin is important in linking Malaysians to the global community.

“If more Malays spoke the language, it would make us more competitive.

“My son recently thanked me for encouraging him to learn Mandarin and that meant a lot.”

The 15 Chinese schools which received RM1mil each are: SMJK Chung Ling Butterworth, SMJK Jit Sin, SMJK Chung Ling, SMJK Heng Ee, SMJK Phor Tay, SMJK Perempuan Cina, SMJK Union, SMJK Convent Dato Keramat, SMJK Chung Hwa Confucian, SMJK Sacred Heart, Chung Ling (Private) High School, Jit Sin Independent High School, Penang Chinese Girls High School (Private), Phor Tay (Private) High School and Han Chiang High School.

In his speech, Kwong Wah chairman and businessman Datuk Ong Gim Huat said Najib had “created a buzz” by uniting leaders from different political parties in support of education.

He said Najib’s effort was a clear signal that politics had stopped at Penang’s water edge.

“Penangites are passionate about food, business, education and politics.

“Your presence today will be the main talking point at the kopitiam (coffeeshops) here in the days ahead,” he said.

Later, Najib said they should set aside their political differences and work together for education.

“I want to thank the (Pakatan Rakyat) politicians for attending this event to raise funds for education.

“For once, we do not have to talk about politics. We can all work together for education,” he said.

Penang Chief Minister Lim Guan Eng and several state executive councillors and assemblymen from Pakatan were dressed in yellow shirts.

Lim said they came dressed in the state’s colours.

It’s pretty obvious don’t you think? Najib is sending a clear message to all Malaysians – ELECTION IS COMING!

First the ISA news, and now giving out money to vernacular schools like they’re candies (they’re our tax money anyway), stuff that they should have done long time ago.
Pffft… politicians.

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September 19, 2011

passions of kerala sucks donkey cock

I went to one of my favorite banana leaf Indian food joint the other day with wife. It was one of the very rare occasions when my wife and I could eat in peace without our 5 year old daughter asking us shitloads of questions. So we made the outing count, and chose to have dinner at one of our favorites – Passions of Kerala of Gelugor- which was also conveniently near my place, and which we hadn’t gone for quite a long time.

But everything was fucking wrong that day. It started with a treatment of cold shoulder. Gone were the usual greet of friendliness and instead, we were rudely warned beforehand (upon entering the joint) that the restaurant was busy, and we had to wait for quite a while. It didn’t concern us that much so, we decided to wait for it. After about 5 minutes, a middle aged Indian lady came over and hastily took our order (with an annoyed look), which was fine. And we waited somemore, for about another 5 minutes, before our rice was served.

Then came this skinny fuck who asked me in something rather unintelligible. When I asked skinny fuck to repeat, he said:

“Curry, what curry you want? Fish or chicken?”

So I replied “Chicken curry”.

Then he gestured ‘no’ with his hands. Ran out of chicken curry, he said.

“So then, what else do you have?”

“Only fish curry”

That was so fucking stupid. I was so tempted to ask, why did he have to ask then, if fish curry was the only thing he had?? I mean, he could have said so like “I’m sorry bro, we only have fish curry, do you want fish curry?” or something like that. But no, he had to be like a total dickhead.

So I went with the stupid fish curry, which by the way, tasted like crap. In fact, it was the crappiest fish curry I’ve ever tasted. I mean, I could have stirred in a pack of cheap curry powder with my piss, it would have tasted better. But that’s not all of it you know, for the attitude of the Indian lady was the worst of the lot. Apart from having the murderous look of a pissed cunt who just had her clitoris clipped in a door jamb, the bitch went on ranting how she fucking ran out of cabbage because the motherfucking customers had too much of them. Can you believe that?? It was like a doctor ranting to you how pissed he is looking at sick people all day…

And then she went on to bicker with her co-workers in Tamil about some customer shit, which kinda sounded like they weren’t too thrilled to serve the patrons or something like that. The experience was so unpleasant, that I swore in my mind about a few hundred discriminatory things that I could think of right there and then. We fucking left the place after having the crappiest dinner ever, but not without being slapped with a stiff bill – 32 bucks for all of those fucking shit, and heavily watered down lassi that tasted like cibai. I paid the pukimak bitch a note of 50 with a small change of 2, but she rudely claimed it was already keyed into the registered, and threw back all the small change (mine and the bill’s) on the counter.

So, what was the tally of the damage? Everything. Bad parking, expensive food (which I didn’t mind back when the food was still good), crappy food, stinking attitude, stupid waiters. I mean, what more could one ask in a restaurant? Unless you want to get your shit ruined for real, I’d say, stay out of this joint – Passions of Kerala. The place sucks donkey cock. It used to be a good place to dine, but not anymore. Go whiff a pack of curry powder instead, it would probably be a better deal.

The place has since returned back to its former glory. The fucked up Indian cibai workers are no longer there, and was replaced with a few hardworking and awesome (which I believe) Nepalese young servers. The food is now back to being awesome, albeit still expensive, I’d say it is now one of my most preferred places to eat in. :-)

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September 6, 2011

mid 30s rant

I fucking turned 35 a few days ago. That’s halfway to my 40. I literally have one foot already in the grave. So what has changed now? Many.

Everything’s super sensitive for me now. I find myself keep checking my hairline in the mirror, suspecting that it might be receding without me realizing. It looks suspiciously high, but nothing alarming like my childhood friend Pukemachine. That guy’s definitely botak now. I guess my hairline has been all along this high, as I cross checked with pictures from my childhood & younger days. I’m pretty positive of it. Well, fuck… either that, or I must have chided the chode with male-pattern-baldness at my workplace too much to start believing in karma.

Took less alcohol to get drunk now, that’s for sure. At least that’s what I found out from a night’s romp out with friends a few days ago. The hangover lasted forever, and it felt like having a double pneumonia. It was as if I had overdone a drifting event with an old junk and suddenly to realize the bill I have to fork out to fix the goddamn leaking radiator, misaligned wheel shaft and prematurely worn out expensive tires. Nobody told me it will be this bad at this juncture on.

Also, I seem to have developed this love for plants. I’ve never been interested in plants. It’s fucking sad really, and I just realized that a few days ago. I find myself keep checking out the bunch of plants outside at the patio, and been watering them all these while. Yesterday, I unconsciously Googled on how to start planting a goddamn Jasmine from a cut and what kind of fertilizers it fucking needs! In my heydays, the only fertilizer I worried about was the ones I made after a night’s worth of intoxication!

What the hell’s happening to me?? Fuck, getting old sucks.

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August 29, 2011

7th week

Today marks the 7th week of my mother’s passing. It is a very significant day in Buddhism for the departed. That is why we congregated at my mother’s niche for rites and prayers.

All these while, I never felt that my mother had gone. I guess I was still reeling in from the shock, and I didn’t shed a single tear. It felt as if, mom was just away for a really long vacation, as she sometimes did. But when I was kneeling down today in front of her memorial tablet, when I was listening to the chants of the Buddhist nun, it suddenly came crashing down on me that my mother was gone. A pang of extreme sadness washed over me, and I started to recall the happier times we had with each other. I managed to wipe my tears away before anyone could see.

I hope my mom would find peace in this, and I have a lot of moving on to do.

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August 14, 2011

biatch

I fucking hate cars with ‘bumper stickers’. I’m not sure if the term is even technically correct… because they’re not really on bumpers, but on the rear windscreen. Seems like a fad these days – unfolded collars, fake tans, douchebaggery, bumper fucking stickers. Most of them are with inane quotes that no one gives a shit like ‘princess on board’, ‘you’ll never walk alone’ or some religious chants. It’s like they can’t wait to tell the whole world that they suck or something.

Just the other day, there was this car which swept into my lane in high speed without an indicator, nearly hitting mine. It was a Malay chick with a psychological stench of a stray female dog with festering cunt. When her fucked up piece of a junk finally got to the front of mine, I then saw it – the bright yellow ‘bumper sticker’ that stood out like a sore thumb on the top left of her rear windscreen – ‘PREGNANT LADY DRIVER’ – with a graphic that showed a woman in an awkward pose like she was having a lobotomy at the wrong end. So what was the sticker all about? Like I wasn’t suppose to feel pissed because she’s pregnant? That it is excusable for pregnant people to weave all over the road like a fucking lunatic? What if I’m a motorcyclist who got run over by that bitch? Would it matter if she’s knocked up? Fucking cheebye.

Here, I manage to snap a photo of her ‘sticker’, excuse the blurriness – for I took the photo with a raging hand:

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