On Malaysian Education

I couldn’t sum up the Malaysian Education system any better. It is more of a test for being able to memorise and regurgitate than preparation of anything worthwhile ie Life.

I vote Bill Watterson as philosopher of the century.

Why Pacman is chinese

He is yellow.

He is chased by ghosts.

*No offense. Idle hands at the airport and all that.

Why I work

“I hate waiting at home all day….When I spend the day alone, I feel as if my flesh is rotting little by little — rotting and melting until there’s nothing left but a green puddle that gets sucked down into the earth. And all that stays behind are my clothes. That’s how it feels to me, waiting indoors all day.” – Naoko, Norwegian Wood – H. Murakami

And that is why, ladies & gents, I went out to look for a job when I got back. I literally felt myself getting stupid from the inactivity.

 Back from raya hols. Hello grind, you were not missed.

Cats in the cradle

I miss him the most when I’m lost in KL. I miss being able to call him and ask for directions.We didn’t have much but this is one few we best things we had.

Going back for the festive season will be very hard.

Morning Rush

I wrote the entry below for something else, in a previous life. Looking back, I miss all the drama.

 Here’s to hoping we have a good Monday tomorrow.

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I’m all for saving the environment and efficient energy usage and reducing the amount of pollution in the world but taking the public transportation each and every day is 100%, honest to goodness, Merde actually with a Kapital M.

In the metro today, I was pushed up against this dude’s man-tits and this old lady’s beehive hair-do (that is so 1960s madam) all the way to the last stop. But the fun didn’t stop there. I barely made the 9:10 bus to work, which means I was standing.Ever stood up on the steps of the bus, sweating buckets because you are in a suit, with Sudoku in your hands, hot sun on your back and praying that the driver doesn’t jam on the brakes so you won’t catapult out the front windscreen and go * S P L A T * on the windshield of the car in front? I highly recommend it. Nothing beats the adrenaline rush from going to work in public transportation.

Screw car-pooling. I can’t wait to start driving again so I can listen to my music on speakers(as opposed to headphones) and have all the AC directed to me and mulling what’s for lunch and if there’s enough time fora nookie in-between and not worry if that hard thing poking my back is the guy with the man-tits’ erection anymore.