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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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April 5, 2017

Member of Parliament

Caught this piece of disturbing news today…

[source]
MP: Okay for rapists to marry victims, even some 9-year-olds can marry
KUALA LUMPUR: There is nothing wrong with a rape victim marrying the rapist, according to a Barisan Nasional lawmaker who even suggested that some nine-year-olds were “physically and spiritually” ready for marriage.

Tasek Gelugor MP Datuk Shabudin Yahaya, in trying to refute Dr Siti Mariah Mahmud (Amanah-Kota Raja), said that some 12- and 15-year-old girls looked older than their actual ages.

“When we discuss 12- and 15-year-olds, we don’t see their physical bodies because some children aged 12 or 15, their bodies are like 18-year-old women,” Shabudin told the Dewan Rakyat on Tuesday.

The former Syariah court judge added that some girls who reached puberty when they were as young as nine years old were “physically and spiritually” ready for marriage.

“So it’s not impossible for them to get married,” Shabudin said, adding that there was “nothing wrong” with a rape victim marrying the rapist as it could serve as a “remedy” to the increasing number of social problems.

Shabudin said this when debating the Sexual Offences Against Children Bill 2017 after several Opposition lawmakers suggested amending it to include child marriages as an offence.

He said that although rape is a criminal offence, the rapist and the victim should be “given a second chance to turn a new leaf in life”.

“Perhaps through marriage they can lead a healthier, better life. And the person who was raped does not necessarily have a bleak future. She will have a husband, at least, and this could serve as a remedy to growing social problems,” he said.

Dr Siti Mariah, however, argued that allowing the rapist to marry the victim would not guarantee a better life.

“I don’t agree with marrying off the victim to the rapist. If the rapist repents, maybe that’s fine, but what if the husband is ‘haprak’ (useless)?” she said.

Teo Nie Ching (DAP-Kulai) cited two cases of the victims marrying the attackers, and argued that the marriages ended up becoming more problematic, causing more hurt.

She said that one of the cases involved a 35-year-old man in Negri Sembilan who married a 14-year-old with a disability after allegedly raping her. The man then reportedly raped his 11-year-old sister-in-law and forced his wife to film him committing the act.

Citing his experience as a judge, Shabudin, however, said that Teo should not generalise the issue as there have been many cases where such marriages did not end in divorce.

“The girl becomes safer when she is married rather than when she is left alone. Don’t assume they (rapists) remain bad people,” he said.

Teo’s motion to amend the Sexual Offences Against Children Bill to include child marriages as an offence was ultimately defeated by a voice vote.

This guy –> Tasek Gelugor MP Datuk Shabudin Yahaya –> is a member of the parliament.

Member of the Parliament, ladies and gentlemen… Member of the Parliament…

Somebody please kill me already.

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April 3, 2017

safety first

What do you do when you see smoke billowing out of an appliance when you switch it on? You kill the power.

What do you do when you smell something burning after switching on your PC? You kill the fucking power.

What do you do when you see sparks out of a power supply when you switch it on? You fucking kill the power.

What do you do when you see a colleague getting electrocuted when he/she is switching on something that uses electricity? Well, unless you fucking hate him/her, you kill the power.

How do you kill the power? If you have to ask that, you ought to be constipated for the rest of your life. You either press the reset button of a circuit breaker, or if it is in safe proximity, you yank out the fucking plug.

But sadly, many people do not seem to know this simple but important safety maneuver. Even those who have an electrical engineering degree.

Case in point would be Hafiz, the new engineer who was tasked to rig a high powered power supply in my lab. The chore was simple, it wasn’t harder than copying his classmate’s homework in engineering class because I gave him a working example to follow/copy exact. But apparently, it wasn’t that simple for Hafiz, for the job was too big for his mental capacity I reckon. For some unfathomable reasons, he hooked the terminals wrong and as a result of that, one of the zener diodes started to spark and repeatedly pop. Smoke was billowing out of that thing and there was a strong burnt smell emanating out of it. Well, what did Hafiz do? One would have expected him to at least react by screaming like a girl and bail the place (if not kill the power).

But no, Hafiz peered into the power supply’s vents like he’s looking for an infectious hemorrhoid. One of the projectiles then flew out and blinded him in the process. He jolted back from the intense pain, tripped over the lab stool, and knocked his head on one of the racks storing heavy testers. One of the testers (weighted about 20kg) then fell on him, crushed his collarbone and jawbone in the process (He now pronounces ‘shit’ as ‘ffffikk’ without a lower jaw). There was blood everywhere dirtying up the lab and we even lost the expensive power supply in the process.

Alright… that was graphic enough. If you can’t tell, I made that all up. Hafiz didn’t get hurt. But he did peer into the vent like an idiot (while the PSU was popping like mad) and warranted a yell from a fellow senior to fucking kill the power already. The only thing that got hurt was probably his self esteem (that’s based on the assumption that he is actually a sentient lifeform, which I suspect not…).

But think of the scenario that I made up. It could have been a real thing. I’ve seen popping components sending projectiles as far as half a feet of from ground zero. Hafiz could have gotten hurt in the process. That’s why people are required to wear safety glasses in the lab/factory. I wonder what possible outcome he had hoped for by peering into an exploding PSU vent hole? Escapes me.

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March 16, 2017

anneh cashier 2

I stumbled into the same anneh cashier again today at Company T cafeteria.

Cashier: *punch punch punch register* “That’ll be RM2.70 please.”

Me: *tendered RM3*

Cashier: *Gives back RM0.70*

Me: *looks at anneh cashier, palm with coins still holding out for him to see…*

Cashier: *looks back at me with WTF look*

Me: *looks at my palm with the 70 cents*

Cashier: *looks at my palm with 70 cents, still clueless*

I had to give him the audio feedback…

Me: “Friend, the amount was RM2.70… I gave you RM3.00… how much change should you give me back?”

Cashier: *still clueless*

Me: “30 cents! Right?”

Cashier: “Oh yaya sorry sorry”

Ohne savadi keporleh…

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