tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58794241927411032882024-03-14T04:40:33.287-04:00thetadpolemaschehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16544676991065261456noreply@blogger.comBlogger47125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879424192741103288.post-28656516878377276922012-06-19T06:41:00.001-04:002012-06-19T06:41:14.228-04:00cerek<br />
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<span lang="EN-US">The kettle
with a steam whistle; the pitcher like metal vessel which you heat water in and
makes annoying whistling noise when the water hits boiling point is quite an
invention don’t you think? A piece of genius.</span></div>
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Usually made out of wrought iron and pressed steel plate, it
is probably the most ancient kind of cooking utensil in the history of mankind.
Even after hundreds of improvements, even the most modern one still looks like
that of the original one. It’s a testament of how good the original tool already was.</div>
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Talking about the word genius; did you know that the word
originated in ancient Rome? In ancient Rome, the genius was a supernatural
entity, believed to be the guiding spirit or tutelary deity of a person, family
or place. So, whenever someone during that time came up or produced something
or anything of extraordinary quality or something novel, they will always say
that it was the work of a genius. However, in time, the word developed its
secondary meaning of talent or inspiration etc. Now, the word is being used to
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<span lang="EN-US">Anyhow, I really
think that <b style="color: blue;"><a href="http://neverseconds.blogspot.co.uk/">this kid is some genius</a></b> . I like the way she writes. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">I should’ve written something about the air sirap and fanta strawberry and the cucur
bawang and keropok lekor sold at our school’s canteen when I was younger. Maybe
then I could stop Malaysians from being obese a little earlier!!!.. </span></div>maschehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16544676991065261456noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879424192741103288.post-61919905515422612012-04-27T13:16:00.000-04:002012-04-27T13:21:05.733-04:00"i can read only the pictures"<br />
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<span lang="EN-US">I like
mangoes. Among all the fruits, I think I like mangoes the most; I like them
better than rambutan and pulasan. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">When we
were younger, in Sheffield, I can still remember the red skinned mangoes ayah
would buy from the corner shop. I remember them smelling very sweet (can you
smell sweetness? I don’t know). I can’t really recall how they tasted like, but
I’d imagine them tasting very good.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">During my
stay in the states, mangoes were very hard to get. I’d buy them at Wal-Mart for
$3 a piece whenever the season comes. Yup, true to the supply-demand law, it
was that expensive.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">In Kelantan,
mangoes are called pauh. One of the most outstanding local ones which I know of
is the <i>mangga raja</i>. It turns light green when it’s ripe enough, and it
smells good.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">One of the
most common one is the chokanan. This type of mango originates from Thailand. It
is also called the honey mango and sometimes the Miracle Mango because it often
fruits twice a year. I think that’s really the reason why it’s ayah’s personal
choice of mango when it comes to his hobby. He has quite a few chokanan trees
he planted himself. Right before it ripens, ayah would wrap them up with
newspapers just to make sure bugs or bats or birds won’t eat them up. The sweet
smell produced attracts the three Bs.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">re-watched cidade de deus. awesome movie. </span></div>maschehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16544676991065261456noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879424192741103288.post-91315166230033371922012-03-17T13:57:00.003-04:002012-03-26T02:47:48.738-04:00Soul suckers, taking everything backI’ve been commuting between Penang-Subang-Melaka-Seremban-JB since the beginning of the month. And tonight is only the 4th night this month which I’m spending at my humble rented room which looks more like a shipwreck than anything else here in Melaka.<br /><br />Since I was planning to do nothing but sleep and rest (which means more sleep), I managed to watch a few movies I found in my HD; too much sleep can be tiring you see, so the movies in between kinda helps.<br /><br />I just finished watching this movie Repo Men. Jude Law, Forest Whitaker and Alexis Braga starred.<br /><br />For the synopsis, go to IMDB. The movie was an OK movie to me, nothing WOW about it.<br />Anyhow, what I find enlightening was the part when Remy (played by Jude Law) came to a realization where a job is not just a job.<br /><br />At one point in the movie, he told himself that “At the end, a job is not just a job, it is who you are, and if wanna change who you are, you have to change what you do...”<br /><br />I think it makes perfect sense. Most people spend the majority of their days and lives doing their jobs. Most plan their schedules, their lives around their jobs. As much as you hate to admit, nearly everything revolves around it. The dollar bills for sure, your social circle, and probably in the later part of your life, the state of your physical and mental health. Yup. You are pretty much your job.<br /><br />So, lately I’ve been thinking, am I adding any value to the people around me, the society, even to myself by doing what I’m doing?<br /><br />Ahhhh.. maybe I’m just tired of all these inefficiencies and all the people and all the crap I have to deal with everyday.<br /><br />Ouhhh, the chairman is already out. On another note, I’ve been entrusted to perform 2 different duties since last month, with no extra pay. On top of taking care of the dealers, I am also an acting sales branch manager. And did I tell you that I’m still an executive, a small fry at the very bottom of the ladder? Yup. And business has not been very encouraging these past few months with tighter financing policies and all. Double the target, double the pressure, doubles the headache............. of course with no extra gain.<br /><br />Yes I am complaining.<br /><br />Anyhow, looking at the bright side of things, hopefully both my branch and my area hit our respective targets. So I can get a 5 figure pay-check for the 2nd time this FY. Come on!!!!.. And better, hopefully I can start working in a new company before May. Hopefully doing something with more value. Or at least something that is more worthwhile – no more phone calls during weekends or 10 pm at night, and no more late night meetings and irate customers and incompetent bosses to entertain.<br /><br />I think Remy represents me very well as a salesman. That’s why I prefer managing, and not interested in doing personal sales.<br /><br />should get some more sleep, and do the stairs early in the morning....maschehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16544676991065261456noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879424192741103288.post-41614415613492978842011-12-31T10:24:00.002-05:002011-12-31T10:29:02.838-05:0020122011 was a year of learning.<br /><br />2012, I would need to:<br /><br />1. Get a new job. A new challenge. A better one. Top of the list!!..<br /><br />2. Travel more<br />- A trip in June.<br />- Cheap trips<br /><br />3. Start something new<br />- Re-learn how to swim<br />- Cycling<br />- A duathlon<br />- Kick boxing<br />- A new minor business venture (Joe/Brian)<br /><br />4. Improve (self development)<br />- god<br />- Negotiation/deal closing skills. conversations<br />- reduce teh-tarik/junkfood/fastfood intake by another 20%<br />- community<br />- technology<br />- books<br /><br />5. Watch where ze moola is going<br />- Increase total yearly savings by another 10%<br />- Minor investments<br /><br />6. Continue<br />- brokering – 6 units/year<br />- Running – 5 runs<br />- Friends and networks<br />- Rebong the 2nd coming… yeahh!!!..<br />- consulting – 1 RM5k job<br />- modeling – 3 minor jobs<br /><br />In general, I would just like to be more positive, hang around with more positive people, to love more, and hate as little as possible… hehehemaschehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16544676991065261456noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879424192741103288.post-74583790281225448372011-05-18T11:07:00.006-04:002011-12-28T07:21:24.448-05:00diplomacyhi.<br /><br />i tried to get some extra sleep by going to bed at 9pm. but that didn't work.<br />The roti kaya and peanut butter sandwich from the kopitiam session with 2 of my dealers and the nation's top insurance branch manager (which halted my plan to go for a jog.. again..) were not enough to fill me up until late.<br />so, i went out to find some mee goreng telur mata along with a cup of teh o limau panas kurang manis. and yup, now i still can not sleep because i'm too full.<br /><br />anyway, yesterday my sister and her husband came over to Melaka to do some shopping and for the good food. during coffee, i was telling them about this <a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2011/5/15/focus/8675726&sec=focus">article</a> in The Star on diplomacy which i couldn't really recall at that point of time. so. i Googled it up again.<br /><br />Towards the end of the article, a veteran diplomat shared some basic rules of conduct in diplomacy, which i find interesting.<br /><br />The points (as written in the article) are as follows:<p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">> Diplomacy is always about making friends; never say anything that is unfriendly.</p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">> Diplomacy is about being even-handed at all times; never take sides at anytime.</p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">> Diplomacy is about contributing towards peace; forever hold your piece if you do not have anything constructive to contribute.</p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">> Diplomacy is about being tactful on every occasion; never be indiscreet.</p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">> Diplomacy is about being cautious every time; never try to be clever anytime.</p>So, it's basically common sense, but common sense is not so common, right?<br /><br />I believe that most of the things we have to go through on a daily basis should be done diplomatically;well, we all attend meetings, and do business presentations and attend discussions of some sort, and we all have bosses. You don't have to become a big-no-good-ass-kissing-bastard, all you need to do is be diplomatic, and make sure you do it with tact.<br /><br />But again, in making or closing a deal, well, basically in dealing with people for whatever reason, you need to understand that not everyone is a diplomat.maschehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16544676991065261456noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879424192741103288.post-11844050236246938542011-04-26T00:42:00.003-04:002011-12-28T09:05:17.217-05:00the son of Alcumus<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if !mso]><object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"></object> <style> st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } </style> <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal">So, we got this mentoring thing going on. Nope, I’m not that brilliant of a staff that I got into the scheme, it comes with the ‘job’.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Like what all good mentors do, they ask you the hard questions, make sure you stay humble, they make sure you dream big, and they’ll do their best to guide you through by giving very random answers. And as usual, they’ll ask you these questions:</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I told him I’m not good at dreaming, but what the hell, for our next session; maybe I’ll just tell him this: </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:Symbol;" >·</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><span class="fullpost"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Major goal for the year</span> – Get a hold on life.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:Symbol;" >·</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><span class="fullpost"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Travel goals</span> – Turkey, Eastern Europe</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:Symbol;" >·</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><span class="fullpost"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Financial goals </span>– get my first million by the end of the year. hahaha</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:Symbol;" >·</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><span class="fullpost"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Spiritual goals</span> – khusyuk dlm solat. To be in control…</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:Symbol;" >·</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><span class="fullpost"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mental goals </span>– to be as sharp as his tongue… (I have no idea what a mental goal is)</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:Symbol;" >·</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><span class="fullpost"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Physical goals</span> – to get a 300 ripped body by November, to run 2 full marathons, to hit a hole in one, play in the NFL</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:Symbol;" >·</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><span class="fullpost"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Social goals</span> – Spend more time with friends. Get to know more people on a personal level. Meet more people my age. Start dating.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:Symbol;" >·</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><span class="fullpost"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Business/Career goals</span> – Master the operations. Improve business contacts. Increase personal sales. To work like a manager. Learn about investments</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:Symbol;" >·</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><span class="fullpost"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Future goals </span>– Get a better offer. Leave the company</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="fullpost"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="fullpost">Yup. I hope he won’t stab me to death or terminate me on the spot.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="fullpost"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="fullpost">So far, from feedbacks, people say I think too much. I need to absorb and enjoy the moment. Carpe diem. I don’t know. Maybe I’m not actually thinking at all… hehe</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="fullpost"> As you can see, I still have no idea what I want to do with my life. And I’m getting older… I need serious help…… I’ve been moving around too much, both in terms of location and division. But I’m enjoying the pressure. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="fullpost">Anywhere you go its all about the people and the system. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="fullpost">The system, this you can manipulate.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="fullpost">The people, most of the time are fucked up… beyond all repair…. FUBAR… at least in this company.<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal">but then again, don't people behave in a certain way so that they can adapt to the environment, or the system... i don't know<br /></p>maschehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16544676991065261456noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879424192741103288.post-67401728146416668072011-02-24T09:26:00.006-05:002011-02-24T09:40:30.462-05:00video killed the radio starOk, hi.<br /><br />Yeah, I’ve been busy…….. and lazy.<br /><br />Yup, a lot happened; my sister got married, 2 dictators got deposed, New York’s Cosa Nostras got busted, and I was transferred 3 times each time to a different position and to a different state. And it's already 2011. And Al-Fatihah, my grandfather passed away.<br /><br />Anyway, I’ve just started in my new position 3 weeks ago, so it’s only wise to get to know the people I’ll be dealing with for at least the next 8 months; this time, mafias and people with money….. a lot of money. There’s a term for this whole getting to know and buying in process, it’s called ‘kam-ching’; this is the stage where first impression is key, and concepts like masking and shared-symbols are put to use.<br /><br />But I digress.<br /><br />So, yesterday, I met up with this 35 years old Chinese dude, a business partner of ours. An interesting fact about the guy, he was appointed to the board of directors of the company he’s running which is basically a family business when he is not family- It’s like having Don Corleone taking you in as his son, and appoints you to run the show, when your last name is Lee. And he did that when he was only 30. So, yup, he is damn good at what he is doing.<br /><br />Compared to the other business owners or managers I had to meet, it was a little easier cracking this guy up, as he is exceptionally young, and I am kinda young too. Here, the shared symbol – being where we are at an early age. (usually, they’ll hire someone with at least 6-7 years of experience to do my job). So, the usually interesting ritual of having conversations with really old people got a little more exciting as we had a lot more common issues to talk about as the generation gap is not that big.<br /><br />We talked about a lot of stuff. One of the things we talked about was how he did it, and the way he runs the business (I was actually trying to understand how he works so that it’d be easier to deal with him later). Along the course of the conversation, he told me something about the Chinese coin, which I find very interesting.<br /><br />You see, money can’t be a more perfect symbol of wealth or prosperity. And taking the holistic meaning of prosperity, it means having enough of everything, money, health, family and happiness. And the coin shows you how to be prosperous, stay prosperous and be happy while you’re at it.<br /><br />To those who have no idea which kind of coin we’re talking about, it’s the kind of coin in the picture.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Tu1fpaab1CXyo0T4n8ao1g_ts4ioo7nDB4EefjMtHuF4wFfhZBioGEd1dyTCpKtxM4jAR14nptTxWIf4dQ9PqH2lfxDhzXmDwtfPYO-JIGtOapwJk5TPJSzYJYkE7M61C9rFXCXg4EPq/s1600/chinsescoins.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Tu1fpaab1CXyo0T4n8ao1g_ts4ioo7nDB4EefjMtHuF4wFfhZBioGEd1dyTCpKtxM4jAR14nptTxWIf4dQ9PqH2lfxDhzXmDwtfPYO-JIGtOapwJk5TPJSzYJYkE7M61C9rFXCXg4EPq/s320/chinsescoins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577264328680183474" border="0" /></a>Ok, so he told me that the circular shape of the outer part of the coin symbolizes the environment. And in order to move forward, we need to be flexible. Like a circle, you need to show tact, you need to know how to disguise, to not show too much of your ‘angles’, because only then you can maneuver. In matters of trend, swim with the currents as how Jefferson would say.<br /><br />But then again, you need to have your principles, your values, and it must be strong and always protected. Thus, the rectangle built in the middle of the coin. While busy making your way through, it’s important to have your own point of view, your values which all judgments should be based on. In order to make the best decisions, you need to have a strong base, like the right angles of the square. It must stay the same and stay strong throughout. As what Jefferson would further comment, in matters of principle, stand like a rock.<br /><br />So, yup, do it like a Chinese coin I would say. You have to do what you got to do, but when the time comes when you need to choose, decide wisely. And in this line of work, you need to be on your toes at all times - money and girls come easy as they say, and its kinda true. It’s either you blend in and dissolve, or you’ll make it through and stand up tall at the end of the journey.<br /><br />He didn’t look like a pain in the a** like he is known to be, but then again, he is a born salesman. I won’t trust him that easily. Hmmmmmmmm……..<br /><br />Just in case you’re wondering, I’m blogging because I don’t have a tv to watch...... yup...maschehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16544676991065261456noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879424192741103288.post-3435799091565777902009-11-07T23:01:00.002-05:002009-11-07T23:50:55.353-05:00kapal terbang kertasIt should be about time it gets cold in WL, late fall, or autumn if you’d prefer to call it that. I like fall and winter, a little bit of spring, but not too much of summer. <br /><br />Ahhh, we owned the wolverines in their own sweet big house, but I missed the game. <br /><br />Let’s talk about sleeping. Why is sleeping not listed as a hobby? Anyway, there’s this one semester during my Purdue days when sleeping was done only 4 days of the whole week. Understandably, I was struggling both to jack up my grades so the sponsor continues paying the tuition (after F-ing up the grades the semester prior) and the courses I took that semester were actually architected to torture. (It was also the semester where it hits me that sports coaches and athletes aren’t the only masochists I’ve had the privilege to work with). <br /><br />Anyways, back to the sleeping part, well, not really the sleeping part, but the waking up part. Imagine that you went to bed at 430 am last early morning, you wake up at 7. And you stayed up late last night not to watch random youtube videos, but to finish up assignments that were specifically designed and tuned so that they are impossible to finish; something better than proving convoluted theorems or equations, something of that order. Then, u drag that heavy messed up head of yours into the bathroom for an early morning shower; you turn the lights on which would at the same time trigger the radio who an electrical engineering student has installed and integrated into the bathroom’s wiring system. Then, this random radio station situated within a certain radius away from the bathroom decided to transmit this song called Paper Planes sang by the daughter of some prominent Sri Lankan political activist. <br /><br />So, now to the important part; imagine the significant virtual banging that the little woodman is making merrily in your head after that long night losing your head off on some divine problem, now topped up by this somewhat confusing low beat I-don’t-know-what-genre kind of song from the radio, with every trickle of warm water from the slightly yellowish shower-head adding to a more physical kind of banging motion into the equation….. You’ll find yourself venturing into another world. Everything pitch black, the only things visible were glowing little planet like objects, orbiting around a non-physical energy, even Pluto was there as far as I can remember. The whole body turns numb, you feel like you’re flying on thin air, elevated. It just makes you high; high in the bong sense of the word. You should try it sometime. <br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/ew8gop6J5lU&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/ew8gop6J5lU&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />I imagine that it was nearly the same kind of high I get during fitness tests; when you’re trying to catch up with the rest of the team, and you just happen to be the weakest. The differences are that the fitness test kind of high lasts only for a few seconds and it hits you while you’re struggling to get enough air to survive, while the high because of this simultaneous banging in and to the head could last a whole 3 minutes in a relaxed environment. I don’t know if that getting high without the help of pills was nice, but it was definitely cool. And imagine going through that kind of messed up situation at least 5 times in the duration of a month. <br /><br />Anyways, I don’t think I’ll be enjoying getting high anytime soon, because in the past 2 months, on average, I go to bed, (well, not necessarily a proper bed, but anywhere good enough to land my messed up head on) and black out at 10 pm on an average weekday. How twisted is that? Though on a smaller marginal benefit, I still enjoy the sleeping part, but the idea of having nothing to do after work is really annoying. <br /><br />We were told to come up with this 10-year personal plan. Now I need to fit in people into it. Anyone interested, just let me know. Hehhh<br /><br />Ahhhh… I’m going to Harvard Business School, or Harvard Law maybe? Hmmmm… maybe I should go beg someone for a million bucks. Then I can take some friends to explore nice places in a pimped up hot air balloon. <br /><br />I got a non-HBR book this month. Hoyeahhh!!!...<br /><br />Kembali bermain hoki, dan harap-harap tak hujan minggu ini, mahu bermain bola sepak bersama geng buruh kasar.maschehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16544676991065261456noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879424192741103288.post-54427123575485080672009-08-23T12:57:00.008-04:002009-08-27T10:54:01.361-04:00as nervous as the stock markets33 steps, 9.58 seconds, woww… You can nearly smell the rubber burning, watching him run. He could beat a cheetah on steroids any time of the day.<br /><br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rgjyb1QyyVA&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rgjyb1QyyVA&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Sprinting is something I’m not good at. I lack the red muscles my coach said, or in layman’s term, I was just not born for it. And other than sprinting and music, I’ve discovered a couple of other things that just won’t suit me this past couple of weeks. Sales, and P*D kind of jobs are out of the question. So, a good thing, there’s a shorter list to choose from.<br /><br />Anyways, I just got back from a surprisingly interesting 2-days-and-1-night assessment center. So, they are offering [XXXXXXXXXX] in the bag. It’s an okay deal I guess, coming from a non-oil-&-gas and a non-multinational-semicon corporation, and a good enough offer for a job I didn’t apply for. But it’s a managerial position; something engineering management related, but I don’t know how much engineering stuff will be involved. Should I take it? They need an answer in 24 hours.<br /><br />By the way, the 3 hours drive to and from the program wasn’t really a pleasant one. It was raining rhinos on one stretch, and elephants on the next, and a combo of both with hints of capybaras on the following ones. It was like driving with your eyes tied up with a piece of black cloth, and having your attention threshold further reduced by a whole class of kids from kindergarten banging up drums and empty pails to the beat of an African Shaman dance, and the bottlenecks created by the road-upgrading activities along the way weren’t of much help either. There were at least 4 big collisions, and a total of 5 cars ended up in the ditch in the 2 different days.<br /><br />Hmmmm…. I’ve been spending too much time on the road, and have been sleeping on hotel beds and floors for too many nights. I think I need to keep track of my carbon footprint; but hey, as they say it, as long as if it’s lower than Al Gore’s than its low enough.<br /><br />I was just about to ask the guys if they wanted to go for a hike yesterday, but we might have already started fasting. We climbed Gunung Nuang the other day. It was a good hike. Just next time, maybe we should try going on a slower pace, take breakfast before the hike, and leave the fried chicken at home.<br /><br />It’s my first Ramadan here in Malaysia after 4 years. Everyone was home yesterday except for number 3 who we’re assuming is really enjoying his summer fasting experience somewhere in a hot city in Deutschland, gorging down roasted lamb for iftar.<br /><br />To those celebrating your Ramadan in West Lala or anywhere else on the other side of the globe, enjoy the long summer days… haha.. And to those celebrating across the ocean, but nearer to home, jangan sedih-sedih… hehhh.. <br />So, selamat berpuasa dan beramal. I’m leaving you guys with this American Ramadan speech.<br /><br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1R4KfYuDrvU&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1R4KfYuDrvU&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />I am Sam just finished showing on TV…….Dakota Fanning is just woww.<br /><br />And can anyone just tell me, what the hell does an engineer actually do?maschehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16544676991065261456noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879424192741103288.post-83547159146095242212009-07-14T02:32:00.004-04:002009-07-14T03:40:59.791-04:00we are all part of the same compost heapErrrr…. Hi??.....<br /><br />It has been a while. I mean it’s been long enough for me to be able to reduce a combo of <span style="font-style: italic;">roti-canai-</span>and-<span style="font-style: italic;">teh-tarik-kurang-manis</span> or<span style="font-style: italic;"> nasik-lemak-telur-mata-</span>with-<span style="font-style: italic;">kopi-O </span>into packs of ‘<span style="font-style: italic;">biasa boss</span>’ or ‘<span style="font-style: italic;">biasa kak’</span> and get the precise info across to the receiving end at roughly 90% of the time. Well, there’s a lot of getting-used-to to do after 3 long years.<br /><br />You haven’t seen and experienced Malaysia until you’ve found the best (though not necessarily the most decent) <span style="font-style: italic;">roti canai, nasik lemak and tarik kurang manis</span> stall for breakfast in town, until you’ve driven up and down the PLUS highway, until you’ve watched a live superleague football fixture, until you’ve experienced KL traffic and THE Malaysian drivers, until you’ve gone <span style="font-style: italic;">balik kampung</span> and went <span style="font-style: italic;">mengail ikan puyu</span>, until you’ve eaten the king of fruits and his sweet maids and hairy knights and dukes and whatever, until you’ve gone chill out with friends at a waterfall, until you’ve enjoyed some good live music and poetry, until you’ve gone strolling aimlessly at a <span style="font-style: italic;">pasar malam </span>and at one of those super-huge-malaysian-malls, until you’ve enjoyed watching and playing some good hockey and futsal, until you’ve done your <span style="font-style: italic;">wuduk</span> at one of the big Jawa-style<span style="font-style: italic;"> kolah</span>, until you’ve gotten yourself a silly parking ticket, until you’ve enjoyed the one thing you can’t find in the states- <span style="font-style: italic;">cempedak goreng </span>for tea, and until you’ve joined a convoy complete with police escorts.<br /><br />If only we Malaysians can translate the kiasu-ness we show on the roads to the other productive stuff we do…….<br /><br />Well, a lot have changed in 3 years. 3 years is all it takes for someone to have a change in interest from being passionate about his small banana plantation to giving his undivided attention to his longan and mata-kucing trees, and to see once acres of vast yellowish paddy fields transformed into a jungle of mature enough <span style="font-style: italic;">sawit </span>plantation. Thankfully, at least reuniting and getting along with the family after the 3 years was not really that awkward.<br /><br />Let’s see…. nothing much has happened since the emotional moment at which the jumbo’s rear wheels first touched the sizzling KLIA tarmac…. I’m still jobless and useless…. haha<br /><br />The first 2 weeks, I couldn’t stop sweating. And there’s nothing poyo about it. Our body is this one complex and intelligent system which has this ability to adapt to changes, and these adjustments take time. And this whole adapting to the temperature of the surrounding is termed the comfort zone in ergonomics. If you’ve been fortunate enough to visit a 4-season region or you’ve been working in a plant producing these smart thermo-sets, there’s a near 75% chance that you can find a ‘comfort zone’ point printed on the device placed in between the HI and LO, but usually placed slightly closer to the HI point. And just so you get the idea, the comfort zone, which is actually a range of temperature, changes according to the season… blablabla… So, yeah, go attend an ergonomics class.<br /><br />Hmmmm…. And now I think I get the idea of the importance of money, other than the fact that the stewardess in the business class cabin is always much sweeter. I can’t even join my football or soccer or hockey teams for matches regularly because I’m broke. Ok, I wrote my way off to some RM76.12 the last 4 weeks in the courtesy of Sue, and I get some extra cash from the skim-bantuan-penganggur-muda, but the toll alone costs nearly RM80 for a return trip to KL. So, actually, there’s a lot you can’t do without money….<br />Hmmm…so, this is how it is to live under the poverty level. haishhhh….. Why is it that people are more interested to pay for a game of footie in a small square, rather than playing in one of the public fields, outdoors for free? Friggin pop-culture….<br /><br />And since the chances of getting the Louisville job is getting slimmer, if I really want to have a shot in the middle class, I think I should start attending job interviews, and to do that, I need to first update my resume.<br />hmmmmm…. maybe tomorrow....hehhh…. The middle class is a tad too saturated don’t you think? We should all then find spouses from the higher line of order so there shall be evident mobility!!!...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5JratOQPn82y0dKeLYlj1m_yBsfhEwr9JtkTUBzWgrHLNTrplAQy6hq0GI-fhEfizxNxPcnz_sGQ3brMlS_nXKFp48y2Mvdo6-_2SA_VOVksD3Cj5Z4MwcCAZ06Jdh3X1aXHscuaa8nJC/s1600-h/DSC_0444.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5JratOQPn82y0dKeLYlj1m_yBsfhEwr9JtkTUBzWgrHLNTrplAQy6hq0GI-fhEfizxNxPcnz_sGQ3brMlS_nXKFp48y2Mvdo6-_2SA_VOVksD3Cj5Z4MwcCAZ06Jdh3X1aXHscuaa8nJC/s320/DSC_0444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358204292080061650" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">imagine waking up to this every single morning~..... (yellowstone, summer '08)</span><br /></div><br />Kena pergi panjat gunung!!!!!!....<br />And go have tea with the married poet (-_-)….. again…..<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Fun fact:<br />Out of the 6 receptionists in the 6 offices I went to, 3 are named Su, and 4 out of the 6 are from ipoh. </span>maschehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16544676991065261456noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879424192741103288.post-41618090463594456622009-05-20T08:18:00.009-04:002009-05-20T14:16:20.670-04:00pomp and circumstanceLast week, another proud Purdue astronaut went on a spacewalk to fix the great old Hubble, and Mark Polansky and David Wolf will be <a href="http://www.google.com/hostednews/afp/article/ALeqM5iwihIVIlCL_uOGGtZK-itYlmrEYQ">tweeting in orbit</a> next week. And this past weekend, while Giggsy and the guys were wrapping up the race for the title, some 1300 proud boiler engineers launched over Mr. Markov’s arc to move on to the next state after an approximately short 5.1 years of sojourn time here in WL. Symbolic ceremonies are always hassle packed, but I think I like this one, so, maybe I should go to a few more. I was not planning on going at first, but my mom insisted. I think my mom didn’t go to her commencement ceremony when she got her degree, and I doubt that my dad went to any of his, except for his PhD maybe.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw2JX-Af0GodfaaSQv3msDIahP24xdGb3uskAA54A9PwjM4SIf7_65HsK8cSNH4AeJnvp1kTRtspt2c2JUcVxzpmENR2ZbG5IdTq2tGYm5yOYG0id4eDJ_6M8JG4t1q9oeRmLFbiLxkVRn/s1600-h/grad.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw2JX-Af0GodfaaSQv3msDIahP24xdGb3uskAA54A9PwjM4SIf7_65HsK8cSNH4AeJnvp1kTRtspt2c2JUcVxzpmENR2ZbG5IdTq2tGYm5yOYG0id4eDJ_6M8JG4t1q9oeRmLFbiLxkVRn/s320/grad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337884292257104594" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">shitty iPhone camera</span><br /><br /></div>Sorry I don’t have much pictures to show because everybody else were busy with their families, I didn’t hire a professional because I have no money, and because of the recent swine flu hit, everybody seemed to prefer to keep their distance. Heck, we were even told not to shake hands on stage, just a simple hat tap was allowed. Man, this pig flu is annoying. And i should've really gone with the flops and shorts instead.<br /><br />Anyways, it sure feels good to get this part of life done with. Honestly, I never thought I was going to make it this far. Talking about going to a tough program, this is where your best hasn’t been and never will be good enough (unless you’re one of those geniuses who gets a 90% when the class average is 35%); I got my first C the first semester my freshman year, and the first D the first semester my sophomore year. 2 of my first <span style="font-style: italic;">matsaleh</span> friends switched to management school the second semester our freshmen year and a couple of our Malaysian friends got kicked out of school a couple of semesters in. So, to say that the past 4 years have been fun wouldn’t be that accurate, but it was really humbling (well, there’s nothing more humbling than having your 1st semester GPA telling you “<span style="font-style: italic;">You’re not really that smart enough to be here Mr.!!!!</span>” right in your face). But Alhamdulillah, I’m just happy I managed to get through this.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh189K3K5IyW03CsDTZdwRJ31r5lp27lztes1aOxUZ-F4Yb1sTUPewXWyRx_sBcJjG0HKSjBri_B4CyxyFd_0WJ_8-c1_deniNjwHW1tcBNxPqs6lDNHXc7BwZZJ1TTTNXX9UeouQKXLFJp/s1600-h/menara_jam.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh189K3K5IyW03CsDTZdwRJ31r5lp27lztes1aOxUZ-F4Yb1sTUPewXWyRx_sBcJjG0HKSjBri_B4CyxyFd_0WJ_8-c1_deniNjwHW1tcBNxPqs6lDNHXc7BwZZJ1TTTNXX9UeouQKXLFJp/s320/menara_jam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337884473061084498" border="0" /></a>Ok, this is the bell tower. It is a very well known fact that it is very hard to get out of here on time with the paper, that they have this legend. There’s a seal under the bell tower, and it is said to be cursed, and any student who walks across the seal will not graduate in four years. So, it is practical enough to see these engineering nerds take the longer path (walking around the tower), instead of the shortest one (walking under and through it), because the practice is much more feasible. By the way, I think I can ask for something very expensive from my dad since I manage to graduate before turning 22, it’s just this thing we had when I was younger.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">As for the ceremony itself, I think everyone enjoyed the <a href="http://www.jconline.com/article/20090515/NEWS0501/90515033">speeches</a> and the music. Everything was simply fantastic. But I can’t help myself from thinking on how<span style="font-style: italic;"> penat</span> it is to put on a smile like that through all the whole 4 sessions in all the 3 days, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/France_A._C%C3%B3rdova">madam president</a>, you’re the best!!!!<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF6Hsbk6Lz2XO-dKSTtO8Ju03-__PD95-wNVZ4-xvu903DGaQsj_hkECyI41H1ZIDlu56ctsPO6G2pmQbnUVKUIlBDW1T77qOfTDrbn41onxsKyW_TAKVQ_xvRGP1nwrEpBW05PYeKhKLL/s1600-h/IMG_3047.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF6Hsbk6Lz2XO-dKSTtO8Ju03-__PD95-wNVZ4-xvu903DGaQsj_hkECyI41H1ZIDlu56ctsPO6G2pmQbnUVKUIlBDW1T77qOfTDrbn41onxsKyW_TAKVQ_xvRGP1nwrEpBW05PYeKhKLL/s320/IMG_3047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337889730781578466" border="0" /></a><br />So, now what? I should go seek for the self, seek for some enlightenment. Maybe I should pack up some Tolstoy’s and see what I might find in Alaska. Or I should go see the Dalai Lama and see what this <span style="font-style: italic;">orang-biasa</span> has to say. Or I should join a Pondok school, and get that part of the self filled in a bit. Or maybe you people can donate me some money, so I can go on a 1 month trip across Europe. Or maybe, I should just stop thinking………<br /><br />Ahhhh… it feels good to wake up and having to think of nothing (for a while at least, carpe diem as the imam and Robin Williams would say). By the way, thank you to those who came in the morning in place of the family, haha…. And thanks for the presents (people get colognes for graduation? And I’m still trying to figure out how to get this one humongous chocolate block down my stomach)<br /><br />And as for the farewell parties, you just can’t beat the feast, Mick, a guy I knew from football, threw out; we were served with 2 whole roasted lambs Saudi style, just like the one Anthony Bourdain had, it was awesome. And Japanese with the Koreans was great, and the one in Cactus was OK I guess, but I left early.<br /><br /><br />We should go fishing.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Durden T., BSIE</span><br /><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;"> -bum in training-</span></div>maschehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16544676991065261456noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879424192741103288.post-54939425189877954382009-05-02T13:38:00.008-04:002009-05-02T16:52:35.572-04:00"A kid? I smoke, I snort. I've killed and robbed. I'm a man. "Let’s start out with a riddle;<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">“Which creature in the morning goes on four legs, at mid-day on two, and in the evening upon three, and the more legs it has, the weaker it be?”</span><br /><br />Read on for the answer.<br /><br />Anyway, let’s talk Greek. So, it’s amazing on how one very uncommon word can pop up and be discussed one too many times in a span of a month.<br /><br />A couple of weeks ago, professor J, my sociology professor, invited me over for some second hand smoke; I was passing this bench under the tree where he will sit everyday without fail, summer or winter, sun or snow, for his nicotine and caffeine fix, when he called me over to join him. I think the majority of his students like him; lecturing in 501 jeans and crewneck t-shirt, Freud jokes, and most importantly, he knows how to teach. I was in his class 2 summers ago, the only 'foreigner' and the only engineering major in the class, and the only one who scored above 94% in all the exams (no wonder these people from the other side of campus hate us so much, haha); so, that was how we first got acquainted.<br /><br />Anyways, we talked quite a bit about everything, from how he still doesn’t get how soccer is the world’s most famous sport, and why baseball isn’t, to his ebony general physician girlfriend from Chicago, to Eastern people’s mentality, to what I think I will be doing after school. So, we jumped about everything for about half an hour, with him dominating most of the conversation with the different theories and quotes from about everyone famous enough.<br /><br />Then we came to ‘peripeteia’. It started when he was telling me on how easier it’s going to be for someone like me who has no particular passion for about anything. At least he said, I won’t be wasting my time thinking of the things I want to do, but instead, I could just go on with the flow, and discover. But, analyzing is still important, because we don’t want to come to a point in which Aristotle calls a tragedy. So, from there on, he was giving me literature, drama and film lessons, from Hamlet to Oedipus Rex.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" >(A quick disclaimer, I’ve never really studied the story, so, the facts might not be quite right.)</span><br /><br />So, King Oedipus’s story is about this king who was adopted by another royal family from another state, after he was abandoned in a field as an infant instead of being killed as suggested by the oracle his father consulted. Then, once he grew older, he went to see the Delphic oracle, and he was told that he was destined to mate his own mother and kill his own sire. So, desperate to escape his foretold fate, he ran away, not knowing that the king and queen of the state were only his adopted parents.<br /><br />While on the road, he got in a quarrel with this man on who has the right of passage on a one lane road, which ended in Oedipus killing the man, unaware of the fact that the man he killed is actually his real father. Thus, the first part of the prophecy was fulfilled. And he went on with his journey and entered the city of Thebes.<br /><br />And before he could enter the city, he was stopped by the smoking hot Sphinx, who guarded the entrance to the city. The Sphinx, known for her riddles, told Oedipus the riddle mentioned earlier. And being a bright king, he managed to solve it; man was the answer, he crawls as a child, walks on 2 legs when old enough, and some will need the assistance of a walking stick at an older age (maybe there weren’t any wheelchairs yet back then, so, the Sphinx left the wheel part out). The Sphinx, so distraught to find someone smarter than she was, killed herself by jumping off the cliff, marking the day on which the zoomorphic species got extinct.<br /><br />With the Sphinx dead, Thebes was free from the Sphinx’s curse once and for all. Being delighted and all, they awarded Oedipus the kingship, and he married the queen, who is actually his biological mother; the second part of the prophecy, fulfilled. They should have really visited a genetic expert before getting married….<br /><br />Long story short, Oedipus realized everything (who his biological parents were) when he was trying to solve the case of the murdering of Laius, his wife’s former husband, the former king of Thebes, his biological father. The whole mystery was solved when the shepherd who left Oedipus in the field as an infant who was also the sole witness of the killing of Laius by Oedipus was called to the floor.<br /><br />And that very moment when Oedpius realized that the woman he was having babies with all this while was actually his biological mother, is called peripetia.<br /><br />A sudden realization after a tragedy, a turning point maybe. You can always check the dictionary for a more complete and precise definition.<br /><br />And the story of Hamlet, you can find that yourselves.<br /><br />The next week after that small pep talk with Professor J, I was talking to my sister on the phone, when we ended up talking about peripetia. And I think you got it right, Freud called his sick idea Oedipus complex.<br /><br />And last night, after some casual volleyball and basketball at the rec, I was browsing through the videos on TED for some motivation. And I found Mike Rowe from Dirty Jobs. Enjoy the video. The earlier part of the talk has a little touch of Chuck-Palahniuk-reading-Guts on it. And he explains the idea of perepeteia very well.<br /><br /><object width="446" height="326"><param name="movie" value="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="bgColor" value="#ffffff"> <param name="flashvars" value="vu=http://video.ted.com/talks/embed/MikeRowe_2008P-embed-PARTNER_high.flv&su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/MikeRowe-2008P.embed_thumbnail.jpg&vw=432&vh=240&ap=0&ti=477"><embed src="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf" pluginspace="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#ffffff" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="vu=http://video.ted.com/talks/embed/MikeRowe_2008P-embed-PARTNER_high.flv&su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/MikeRowe-2008P.embed_thumbnail.jpg&vw=432&vh=240&ap=0&ti=477" width="446" height="326"></embed></object><br /><br />Enough with Aristotle and the Sphinx. Why is it when we talk about passion and love, we always talk about the arts? We talk about the neurotic painter’s passion being reflected and infused in the disturbing abstract of the art he scribbled and nibbled on the piece of square canvas. How about all the doctors, engineers, math teachers and marketing people? And why do these oracles have to talk in riddles and kiasan all the time?<br /><br />And at last, I’m done with the jacking up the efficiency project. The company having already saved at least $180,000 a year by having unpaid college students coming up with that kind of possible solution, with a possibility of doubling their production at 75% of the cost, memang cilake la kalau tak bagi A.<br /><br />Yesterday was a special day, with the rain complementing the mood, groups of students screaming after each class session, and some were already seen giving hugs to friends, for goodbyes … it was interesting. Yesterday was the last day of class for the semester.<br /><br />Cita-cita baru minggu ini......... nak jadi Chuck Yeager.<br /><br />by the way, the title is a quote by Steak-and-Fries from Cidade de Deus (City of God)..... hmmmm... kena belajar hisap rokok....<br /><br />X-men on Monday?maschehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16544676991065261456noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879424192741103288.post-13714785868628692152009-04-13T01:53:00.005-04:002009-04-13T02:43:51.816-04:00"heroin, mug's game...."<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8fWhYOt57i8&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8fWhYOt57i8&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about the future lately, and I don’t like doing that. Get me a desk, some money, and a pair of <a href="http://www.cloggs.co.uk/invt/8302&temp=enlarged&layout=empty">these</a>, and I’m a happy man.<br /><br />We lost again yesterday, 8-7. I got 2 goals and 3 assists, but I was also guilty of giving away the ball to Fred, an opponent player, which resulted into a stupid soft goal. Nevertheless, it was still a good match; we crawled back in into the game after trailing 8-3. But a lost is still a lost. Anyways, we still have intramural playoffs this week to look forward to.<br /><br />And to some soccer back home. The local soccer scene just got a little more exciting; getting a story published under the headlines tab on ESPNsoccernet sure is something. Halim Napi is one mad man, and the home crowd, wow. I’m not implying that I’m giving my utmost support to hooliganism and such, but yeah, we’ve had cases of home supporters throwing stones to the visiting team’s busses and all, but putting a police vehicle on fire sure is something new. At least, I look up to these people more than those Melayu Malaysia perasan Red Army and Malaysian perasan Steve Hickmont. I have a lot of catching up to do before going back home. And the national hockey team went on to lose 3-1 to India in the Azlan Shah Cup tournament finals.<br /><br />And talking about hooligans, I just finished watching the rise of the footsoldier. It is an OK movie, maybe it is just a little bit too long, and it gets a little lackluster towards the end. Anyways, I’d recommend this to anyone who is into gangster or crime films, and be warned that it is a little graphic. You can find a short description of the movie <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rise_of_the_Footsoldier">here</a>. And the one big thing that I learnt from the film is, stay away from drugs. Maybe money is the root of all evil, but drugs is the pinnacle of it, the point where if you fall, you’ll fall the hardest.<br /><br />Back on the future; I can’t really see why I need to conform to the society’s brand of a successful person. It’s not anything existentialism……… I guess. But well, let’s skip the crap.<br /><br />And talking about successful people, Mr. Onitsuka and Carlton Leach have these characteristics in common; they have a gift, and they got guts. You can have all the muscle and the money, but you need to have <span style="font-style: italic;">bakat</span> to go up the ladder. And the one big difference between them is that one planned to be successful, and the other one did it just for the thrills. So, failing to plan is a plan to fail crap is really not that true I guess. Well, planning ahead is still good though; but it is not right to generalize- that’s what my writing lecturer told me at least.<br /><br />More on successful writers, I bumped into Nadim last week, and he made me read a short story entitled Guts from Palahniuk’s Haunted. Palahniuk is one sick and amazing writer. He is so good that up to 60 people have fainted listening to the story of Guts during his book readings. I didn’t faint, but I just couldn’t help myself from uttering a couple of bad words aloud throughout the excruciating few pages with the rather animated looking Nadim laughing the whole time. You guys should try it sometime, or you can find a couple of videos of him reading it on youtube. But, just be warned, unless you have a sick and twisted mind, it is going to be agonizingly disturbing.<br /><br />I still haven’t decided if I’ll be running the 5k next week, so, a pair of shoes with the fancy gel has to wait. And my younger sister will be coming over to the states sometime this week. I need flight tickets….. Houston ke, Philly? And yesterday’s forum was just horrible.<br /><br />Letih. Perlu pulang ke pangkal jalan.maschehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16544676991065261456noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879424192741103288.post-56344064773123215052009-04-06T03:27:00.008-04:002009-04-10T14:34:08.106-04:00a better loser<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0gm-W9aM4dwRrwgNtzGCbRuCAcHXgNLLP5SptK3iRgW3yhnJ5g0_Xu-U60xV6fEeOLAPm6lSxvgahXFgxaPBJR0A4geq7LErdg8Vv-Yk7uBj_lhUrD4WB5tUBw8UIUGT4UAffNU8lWJOo/s1600-h/persidangan.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0gm-W9aM4dwRrwgNtzGCbRuCAcHXgNLLP5SptK3iRgW3yhnJ5g0_Xu-U60xV6fEeOLAPm6lSxvgahXFgxaPBJR0A4geq7LErdg8Vv-Yk7uBj_lhUrD4WB5tUBw8UIUGT4UAffNU8lWJOo/s320/persidangan.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321477415763226562" border="0" /></a>At last, I had the chance to attend the club’s annual regional conference for the first time last week. The focus was on how modern medicine interfaces with and impacts our society and the world. Among the topics covered include Biotechnology, ethical issues regarding to genetic testing, adjusting to an aging population, the rising cost of public health, etc.<br /><br />Since it’s near impossible to summarize everything here, let’s just talk about the slot which I think is the coolest. Firstly, I didn’t really plan on attending this particular parallel slot because I was afraid that I was going to offend a handful of informed people by not laughing to their clever inside jokes (I never had any biology, not even in high school, and the topic presented was ethical issues in genetic testing, in a big conference where the attendees know a little bit of everything), but I just happen to have entered the wrong room, and when I realized that, it was already too late to get out and join the other group next door. Anyhow, at the end of the day, it wasn’t really that bad, though I had to constantly google up the new terms and jargons used by both the esteemed presenter and the hyper-cool audience throughout the session.<br /><br />And what I can conclude from the lecture is this- the future is just plain scary. Imagine this, the setting from the X-men series, and how the one main difference between the mutants and the rest of the human population is causing havoc around the world; just this time, no wolverine, no sexy slimy blue woman, and replace the x-gene with some other genetic traits…… Ok, that’s not a very good explanation.<br /><br />Ok, anyways, we already have enough problems with racial, religious, sexual orientation, and social class discrimination, and the last thing we want is to have groups of people being discriminated because of their genes. And in this case, when we talk about discrimination, it goes beyond the social prejudice. It involves issues regarding to money, well being and protection in terms of insurance plans and some other sensitive issues including abortion, etc. As an example, with advancements in biotech, such as the availability of the pre-natal genetic testing, in the future, without the right laws and regulations, it is possible that one day, parents can choose to keep the unborn or to simply perform abortion if it doesn’t really go along with the specifications of the kind of child they want. And in the future, marriage, or love in general, will have to go beyond the psychological chemistry, with the unrestricted genetic profiling coming into play. And as we in general just don’t like to be labeled and treated differently because of certain stigmas, then, we will be forced to choose, thus the issues with selective personality and all. Anyways, the 2 examples are just a small portion of the problems that will surface without the right laws and guidelines concerning genetic testing. And as we were informed, the laws governing the issue today is lagging years behind compared to where we have arrived today.<br /><br />And the other topics discussed were in fact, just as interesting. And all in all, other than the roasted vege for lunch; the 2-day conference was awesome. And I was just a little disappointed that I had to skip a couple of slots because I just had to join the team for the WC tournament last Saturday and share a portion of the humiliation of getting whipped, losing by 8 goals to 1.<br /><br />It was a really big slap to our big fat pride; at least 3 guys I know and one random guy I can’t really remember who, came up to me on campus asking what the hell happened. And since the intramural game was cancelled yet again due to the storm, I was available to play for the team for our 2nd game of the indoor tourney. And since its Macheda’s day and we didn’t really want to steal his thunder, we thought that pulling an upset by winning the game was a bit inappropriate; so, our 1st ever WC win will have to wait until next week. hmmmmm…. We really need to find a way to play against guys double our size,....... and how to scramble from very small dogs when playing outdoors…… and I think I can cross ‘playing in the world cup’ out from my bucket list.<br /><br />And yup, the team got ‘beet’ out, but the future is bright. I like Hansbrough, but I want MSU to win. We’ll see.<br /><br />Btw, imagine this, liyana fiza (estrella) with a degree in biology from MIT, and she’s all Zidane………..<br /><br />And good luck Mr. PM.maschehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16544676991065261456noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879424192741103288.post-51856260448121674022009-03-23T01:33:00.014-04:002009-03-23T02:13:14.520-04:00big shouldersSo, spring break is finally over.<br /><br />Tomorrow, the sacred boilermaker campus will be swarmed by proud insomniac Neil Armstrong and Brian Lamb wannabes yet again. With the sun shining gloriously after a long hiatus, and the basketball team advancing to<a href="http://www.indystar.com/article/20090322/SPORTS15/903220392/1070/SPORTS0602"> the sweet 16</a> , there’s a lot to look forward to, other than the classes with Korean instructors.<br /><br />Anyways, it was a well spent-low-productivity-level break. We learned playing mahjong Hong Kong style, played poker, had barbecue, watched basketball games and movies, went to Chicago, played soccer and football, and most importantly, we slept well.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSpTH6TNGQcSj4zXJSSGA80d7FVG4MM7LsYrqhTjniHHNchgiWouloj_lBuX-ATsqUzI2wWMAoWSVA9rFoC8Nu5PN6AtnEY0qWhlFDAiq-Ezux3-hpa24NJhmS5ZkjBkdJ66B-xII3fE9P/s1600-h/IMG_0044.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSpTH6TNGQcSj4zXJSSGA80d7FVG4MM7LsYrqhTjniHHNchgiWouloj_lBuX-ATsqUzI2wWMAoWSVA9rFoC8Nu5PN6AtnEY0qWhlFDAiq-Ezux3-hpa24NJhmS5ZkjBkdJ66B-xII3fE9P/s320/IMG_0044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316256669590013282" border="0" /></a><br />Ok, let’s talk about the impromptu Windy City trip. First of all, Chicago is a very cool big city; the air feels cleaner and the traffic is really not that bad compared to NYC or KL. And if you’re into architecture, you should really go see Chicago (the SEARS tower et al). And what I think I like the most about the city are the cool sculptures all around the city, and the gorgeous parks down the long Lake Michigan shore-line. And just so you know how windy and cold the city is, random local people were talking about how warm and beautiful the day was, when the temperature was at 1 degree centigrade, and the wind was gushing constantly into our faces.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhKm5LCwDEJXfRbKEcGOlMs4B6EddI6jdUn1k9Iu3r58bAYGMcz4HJENKqLgMOgQ3MQv9Wst0wOK2CAhJqOgWE7WigURge2tVmP0CccvRlQ6GI9IsNWTDapuqZNVI6G3JYQzRTXRWVDJcE/s1600-h/IMG_0059.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhKm5LCwDEJXfRbKEcGOlMs4B6EddI6jdUn1k9Iu3r58bAYGMcz4HJENKqLgMOgQ3MQv9Wst0wOK2CAhJqOgWE7WigURge2tVmP0CccvRlQ6GI9IsNWTDapuqZNVI6G3JYQzRTXRWVDJcE/s320/IMG_0059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316255966901702354" border="0" /></a><br />and i've actually upgraded to a point-and-shoot...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjscO1NgQB2rP4n8VCrE6o-3h5msD_5KjzIg5rjkaeWgSZcn6ITYwirhCf_DHjPABFk7pQK3Q7DsCPfqAJeyudcpY1qDSE5JUX6nKgbLXNukbvECKT02kfMS-Qxan_2Zi8-argwtVxUrPBe/s1600-h/IMG_0025.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjscO1NgQB2rP4n8VCrE6o-3h5msD_5KjzIg5rjkaeWgSZcn6ITYwirhCf_DHjPABFk7pQK3Q7DsCPfqAJeyudcpY1qDSE5JUX6nKgbLXNukbvECKT02kfMS-Qxan_2Zi8-argwtVxUrPBe/s320/IMG_0025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316255865629980818" border="0" /></a><br />And talking about sculptures, at last, I had the chance to see the god bless america sculpture up close. I was excited about the sculpture because I was trapped in a conversation about the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/American_Gothic">American Gothic Painting</a> (which the sculpture was based on) with some guys some time ago, so, yeah, it was cool to see a piece of art and actually knowing something about it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFtV1HW2K93-aMWv86bUr-jSdqXsJIQEVPqhCrGOvys07sT3Z0wgSs-rDtujd7iNK-CgkXpAnq1o9fVulYq2gij-0mTs47Vx9ERPRIHQhJxPEZWdcTtKe7We1tzObW6rnFlADoxKiGKh0B/s1600-h/IMG_0049.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFtV1HW2K93-aMWv86bUr-jSdqXsJIQEVPqhCrGOvys07sT3Z0wgSs-rDtujd7iNK-CgkXpAnq1o9fVulYq2gij-0mTs47Vx9ERPRIHQhJxPEZWdcTtKe7We1tzObW6rnFlADoxKiGKh0B/s320/IMG_0049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316256133613256306" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjssKvpBtij686q-yrXlLuLML2oEbT9cyNLhnc4gL8RZGzkeZR4a56osE-mPJF3WbfxOQG_e5gDWBKQDhZNXN7WHz-5adZuVNbAiy1TEyMlzU0QGUnacD8ZR8Su5uSVNar225s4wQ7SjJ8v/s1600-h/IMG_0054.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjssKvpBtij686q-yrXlLuLML2oEbT9cyNLhnc4gL8RZGzkeZR4a56osE-mPJF3WbfxOQG_e5gDWBKQDhZNXN7WHz-5adZuVNbAiy1TEyMlzU0QGUnacD8ZR8Su5uSVNar225s4wQ7SjJ8v/s320/IMG_0054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316256906871347954" border="0" /></a><br />Btw, I’ve been to Chicago for at least a dozen times before, but being a lousy tourist and all, I haven’t really visited the City of Big Shoulders until recently. And i'm glad i did.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiixzJ6QV81cFdJcnVIEZBeEeNGviwRfBu4N-uLhDBwJUKDKjnXaTTdr5h0runlC1dssvqr6nxQfCrnqmJHmIPPKNgNkKqVapzfNo9krTnhySnG-lw-4CNNZhSA3i2utuGuQeOSKp0Q7Xrq/s1600-h/IMG_0029.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiixzJ6QV81cFdJcnVIEZBeEeNGviwRfBu4N-uLhDBwJUKDKjnXaTTdr5h0runlC1dssvqr6nxQfCrnqmJHmIPPKNgNkKqVapzfNo9krTnhySnG-lw-4CNNZhSA3i2utuGuQeOSKp0Q7Xrq/s320/IMG_0029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316258503375692706" border="0" /></a><br />So, if you’re planning to go to the Second City for a visit, you could do the usual tourist stuff like go up the Sears Tower, go visit the Museums and the Aquarium, go to one of the beaches, visit Navy Pier, see the cool stuff in Millennium Park, go to the Planetarium, enjoy the parks, and walk and shop along Michigan Avenue. And if you have some extra cash, go see a theatre or go see the Bulls, or the Bears, or the Cubs or the White Sox play in their respective stadiums. And if you go on St. Patty’s day, you’ll have a chance to see the parade and the river dyed green.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiON0Wlj8iRc9856qk4vp3Q1F0bLIAxZNx12SNCbY0T9OQhF8MGqzWAoplPxjoWMVGKBGJ8G7Ip1OyXSGSihutZ2JLQbzGgv9PtsMl2g8HHUjdoEN1LwXrqArNzAe7-_ucjZ_W7e5hIOdtZ/s1600-h/sungai.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiON0Wlj8iRc9856qk4vp3Q1F0bLIAxZNx12SNCbY0T9OQhF8MGqzWAoplPxjoWMVGKBGJ8G7Ip1OyXSGSihutZ2JLQbzGgv9PtsMl2g8HHUjdoEN1LwXrqArNzAe7-_ucjZ_W7e5hIOdtZ/s320/sungai.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316257869695020754" border="0" /></a><br />So, yeahh… everyone will miss doing nothing.<br />The team will play the other Husky this Thursday, and let’s prove Obama wrong.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PY8oz1CrbT0&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PY8oz1CrbT0&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Wazza, I feel you man… and BTFU!!!!!maschehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16544676991065261456noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879424192741103288.post-58777739119215819152009-03-09T02:24:00.006-04:002009-03-09T02:45:24.791-04:00people with no other optionshmmmmmm……...<br /><br />It’s Monday again. So, let’s start out with something good. I came across <A HREF="http://www.boingboing.net/2009/02/21/something-for-those.html#more">this entry</A> on MM’s blog. I’m not very fond of motivational writings nor am I a fan of new age affirmation, but maybe some of you would find it inspirational. And I’m putting it up because the guys on the team thought it was pretty impressive for a single straight guy to be able to recognize a certain designer’s name in a song. But to my defense, I’ve never seen any of his shoes nor have I stepped in into any of his boutiques including the online ones, and heck, the guy was born in Penang!!!!!... So, like any other Malaysians, of course I’ve heard about him from somewhere. Btw, the nice entry dedicated specially to the Monday-haters out there was written by Jimmy Choo’s son. <br /><br />Enough with Monday, let’s move on to something much more thrilling…. like the economy. News has it that the unemployment rate in the US could go above a staggering 9% by year’s end. And I’m assuming that as people are losing jobs and all, green issues have lost its appeal. And heck, even Rupert Murdoch has been said to be losing his magic touch, which explains why the media has more important things to focus on. <br /><br />Anyways, let’s leave that to the pros to elaborate. Let’s talk materials economy. Well, maybe you should just click on the link and just watch and listen to Annie Leonard’s cool presentation on <A HREF="http://www.storyofstuff.com/">The Story of Stuff</A>. This project has been around for quite some time I guess. To those who haven’t seen it yet, enjoy, and to those who have, sorry I got nothing to crap about; I have <A HREF="http://thetadpole.blogspot.com/2009/01/moon-20.html">my own linear system on a finite planet</A> to worry about.<br /><br />And just what on earth is going on with the country? <br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N5FkOrjkbpc&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N5FkOrjkbpc&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Just my 2 cents, I think this guy has a point. Well, my dad used to tell me a couple dozen of times on how they should’ve stopped Khir Johari (if I’m not mistaken) from pulling out jawi from the system. And whatever the resolution might be, let’s just hope that it will be in the favor of the country, the rakyat and the generations to come.<br /><br />And one more thing, let’s not make ‘taking it to the streets’ a trend; because you pull up the same trick too many times, the opponent wouldn’t have to rely too much on his reflexes to make the tackle anymore, not to mention it loses its WOW factor. Mannn, we are one twisted nation. Mr./Mrs. Politicians, you can start <A HREF="http://letusaddvalue.blogspot.com/2009/02/dear-malaysian-politicians.html">cleaning the mess up</A> by pulling your heads out of your arses. <br /><br />And after some long depressing hours of Youtube-ing, trying to reestablish a connection to home which I haven’t been back to for quite a while, jumbled in the middle of the long list of videos of FRUs and tear gas shots, new legendary tree stories, samseng-like raids in the parliament compound, and some local soccer talk, I found <A HREF="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qSjZJLRroGQ&feature=channel">this</A>. <br /><br />So, have a great week everyone…… <br /><br /><A HREF="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/NCAA_Men%27s_Division_I_Basketball_Championship">March Madness</A> is coming…..maschehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16544676991065261456noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879424192741103288.post-8229732814281269392009-01-30T01:36:00.007-05:002009-01-30T02:53:02.885-05:00bulan 2.0Being here, at the cradle of astronauts, I’ve had the privilege to see the first man who walked on the moon from 20 yards out, and meet a couple of other ‘real’ astronauts along the way, including Mark Polansky and a couple of his friends.<br /><br />And quite recently, the geek club had the opportunity to meet up and have a rocket-science discussion with a prominent rocket scientist and the CEO cum the president of an aerospace company. They were here to talk about the company and how they are progressing with the lunar x-prize competition. You can look it up <a href="http://www.googlelunarxprize.org/">here</a>.<br /><br />And yup, there’s a Malaysian team competing too. And what is more exciting is, is the fact that the team is based in Semanggol, which is just about a 30 minute drive away from boring PB. A launch pad in PB then?.. ..lol. I’m guessing that they’re looking at going as a payload on someone else’s rocket.<br /><br />Anyway, before you people start hating and throwing bad words at the company for wasting money on this random competition, keep on reading. Firstly, by now, you should already notice that the competition is for privately-funded companies only, so, there shouldn’t be much problem with wasting the rakyat’s money and all.<br /><br />But then, you might not be naïve enough to not think that the government might be funding it anyways. So, to the next point, as I was informed, the $20 million is really not the main catch as most of the teams are looking at working on a $100 million cost. It is more of a chance to make a statement and to build reputation and credibility; it’s more of a long-term investment. Though the solar panels on the moon don’t sound that realistic and all, there is more beyond the prize money I guess. But again, if you have the money, and you got the management part right, then, you’re probably on the right track. As we were told, it is more of a project management thing than it is rocket science.<br />And google’s catch? I heard that they are going to put a webcam on the moon. I don’t know.<br /><br />Anyhow, I had an interview with the company the next day, which I did pretty badly in. They won’t be hiring me anyway because they have investments in some defense related stuff. And since they won’t allow internationals to join the US based teams because of some safety and top secret technology regulations and all, to the rest of the teams out there who are interested in having an additional leech on the team, do leave me a message. I have a couple of possible proposals we can work on; probably adopting <a href="http://www.ted.com/index.php/speakers/robert_full.html">Robert Full’s</a> work on the rover maybe?<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rTIP7WIGSdU&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rTIP7WIGSdU&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><center><span style="font-size:78%;">Keyser Soze dah jatuh nombor 2</span></center><br />Back to the job hunting part, given the so-so economic condition right now, the job hunting game has just got a little tougher. A couple of my friends just got informed that they’ve lost the positions they were guaranteed to fit in after graduation. These people have been taking every summer job possible for at least 2 years in every imaginable big corporation around, so you can just imagine how hard it is going to be for people like me who has no prior industrial experience and with not a very sturdy academic standing. I get invited to interviews and all, and I even went on to the more advanced 3rd and 4th round interviews, but in the end, my visa just won’t allow me to go further. But the most frustrating part is that they only tell you that they won’t be hiring after the 3rd or the 4th stages, but, what the hell, it’s never a bad thing to give it a shot right? But there goes my dream car….. ahah<br /><br />Anyways, it’s a good thing that I’m here, and am in this department. Because our FYP, as most of you would call it, are the coolest kinds of FYPs available in the whole wide world. Because we’re a different breed of engineers, we don’t do much stuff like inventing underwater walking robots or frequency converters or such. So, we need to go out and take projects from cool companies who offer benefits such as sponsored private jet rides for site visits, travelling allowances etc, and act as consultants. Initially, my group was assigned to the coolest project available this semester, involving the biggest semiconductor company in the world and a prestigious medical school nearby in making improvements on a new system. However, we were assigned to take on another project at the very last minute. So, there goes the golden ink on my resume.<br /><br />Anyhow, the new project isn’t really that bad. I haven’t heard of the company before either, but it turns out that it is the biggest player in the wireless device supply chain business. And I hope that everything’s going to go on smoothly. And better, at least the other 2 members in the team have got some pretty decent industrial experience on their backs. So, if I get lost along the way, leeching is still an option. ahah.<br /><br />So, sebelum subuh esok, I’m off to Indy, 630 in the freaking morning.maschehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16544676991065261456noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879424192741103288.post-29382724539426997702009-01-13T01:10:00.011-05:002009-03-08T04:26:30.809-04:00I'm doing science and I'm still aliveIn 17 days 919 Palestinians were killed by Israel including 284 children & 100 women, while 4260 others were injured<br /><br />anyway, remember primary school language classes, when we had to write essays on ‘my most humiliating experience’ or ‘<span style="font-style: italic;">pengalaman yang tidak boleh dilupakan sepanjang hidupku’</span>? Everyone or at least those not adventurous enough would write about their first day at school, wetting their pants because they were too terrified to ask the evil teacher to go out to the loo, or better, how they cried like a baby under the wooden desk when the dad had to leave?<br /><br />btw, I didn’t make up the crying under the desk part, but let’s keep that for another day shall we. Man, I can’t stop laughing, sorry eh…. hahaha.. And I still can’t stop laughing.<br /><br />And because we were not trained to be adventurous, and the one example that the teacher gave is supposed to be the best one, I had to write down some lame lies every time we had to write something about the aforementioned topic. Though it was a good way to learn fiction, it was still pretty lame.<br /><br />But I digress…..<br /><br />Anyways, I was just trying to enlighten you that I didn’t cry at all on my first day of school. Ahah…. I did look back the instant my dad left, right after dropping me at my desk, when all the other parents waited for their kids outside the class. But I didn’t shed a single tear.<br />Because the class teacher thought I was so brave, and anarchism was yet to be integrated into my dictionary, I was appointed the ‘penolong ketua kelas’. Farhan was the class rep, only because he was the biggest and the tallest kid in class, and because Mrs. Chew, our class teacher knew his dad, Mr. Wilson Yeo. But no hard feelings, we went on to be best friends up until today.<br />But thinking back on it, I think I didn’t cry because I didn’t know we should or we were expected to cry on our first day at school. And I didn’t know that parents were expected to wait for us outside the classroom the whole first day of school. But I’m glad I didn’t know. hehh…..<br /><br />And today was the first day of school all over again; supposedly the last first day of school for some of us. I’ll probably be staying for the summer, I don’t know yet. Anyways, back to today, it went pretty well I guess, except for one of the classes. I think the professor is a psycho, I don’t know. And I’m in a modeling class again, mathematical modeling to be exact... ahah... lame gile…..<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NCt2nZF2nLk&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NCt2nZF2nLk&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">I've experiments to run, there is research to be done… (lagu rockband smlm)</span><br /><br />And to some soccer, most of the ‘liga competitive malam jumaat’ guys are back in snowy WL. So, we had a game just now, but we had to stop early because the roller-hockey guys wanted to play on the court we’re sharing with them. And just so you know, every time the two groups come at the same time, tension will flare, but thank god, tonight, only bad language was used, and no punches were thrown. I’ll be writing to the paper tomorrow. But I had to stop playing early anyway; I pulled a muscle in my right thigh. And AJ, the guy I’ve been playing with for at least a year now, actually lives opposite my apartment. hampehh….<br /><br />Anyways, welcome back to school. Let’s hope Friday will come by in a flash.<br /><br />bye-bye <a href="http://www.startribune.com/sports/vikings/37482024.html?elr=KArksi8cyaiUgOahccyiUiD3aPc:_Yyc:aUU">coach Dungy.</a><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" >yang lapar dan sakit kena sepak.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><br />*terdelete entry sebelum ni.</span>maschehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16544676991065261456noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879424192741103288.post-46379511565267580942008-12-20T06:58:00.005-05:002008-12-22T03:58:06.059-05:00flossingSo, other than the other penniless international students who can’t afford to get a ticket home for christmas, and those less fortunate to have an exam on the last Saturday of the semester, the rest of the population has gone <span style="font-style: italic;">balik kampung</span>. WL is nearly empty.<br /><br />anyways, just so you people know that I’m still alive, let’s get something posted. And yup, like miss aphrodite, say if I die, I don’t want anyone to leave any comments or leave anything on the shoutbox. And I’m fine btw; I don’t think I’m having any suicidal thoughts at the moment. Don’t worry.<br /><br />hmmmmmm………… OK.<br />so, feynman is a genius; he is so smart that he uses his brain to charm the ladies. When he was younger, he likes to read the encyclopedia, and he uses the little cool stuff he knows to get to the girls.<br /><br />But I digress.<br /><br />anyways, if you’re a knowledge junkie, or if you think that the Feynman way may help you with the opposite sex, this site may interest you. <a href="http://www.ted.com/">TED</a>. So, basically, it used to be an exclusive club for the very cool people. But thanks to the WWW, now, everyone can enjoy the pleasure of getting their fix of some cool new knowledge of the pineapple express grade. So, through personal experience, I have to say that I didn’t have much luck with the girls, but for the ego and for the ‘feel good’ purposes, this site is surely one of the best. So, do check it out.<br />But just don’t come running to me tomorrow and start talking like you really know the shit. There’s a very big difference in ‘being informed of something’ and ‘really knowing something’.<br />Sorry about that, but I just get annoyed when people go all gung-ho with the little new thing they just read out of somewhere, and start making some stupid and simplistic conclusions and arguments that just doesn’t make sense sometimes.<br />But to the rest of you nice rational people, still, just check it out.<br /><br />And still to the knowledge junkies out there, or if you’re just someone who is just tired of reading about gay rights, Obama, China, terrorism, bailout issues and India, <a href="http://www.mentalfloss.com/">Mental Floss</a> might be the magazine for you. It’s a fun read, loaded with cool facts and trivia, with a little Freakonomics touch on it. I picked one up a couple of weeks ago, and I literally read every single page in it, cover to cover. So, anyone has any idea where to find free magazine subscription deals?<br /><br />And yup, since I’ve been fondly ‘collecting’ books instead of actually reading them, anyone kind enough with extra pocket money, I won’t feel bad to find this in the mailbox. hehhh….<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-O70p1Nz-nzSOyKY4_Z_ldB1p3h2hD_cLZKvLdWNE3V9TjYsZTuzbXXtfUOr8_l2QrIjKky9-69QgUozosTDUuauHNhOoGcE-h9gir6xsJvrFHxd5R82o7AZSIP0A_5usPAxmuD4mIdS8/s1600-h/123.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-O70p1Nz-nzSOyKY4_Z_ldB1p3h2hD_cLZKvLdWNE3V9TjYsZTuzbXXtfUOr8_l2QrIjKky9-69QgUozosTDUuauHNhOoGcE-h9gir6xsJvrFHxd5R82o7AZSIP0A_5usPAxmuD4mIdS8/s400/123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281841451129452338" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">adoiii... mane nak pegi cuti ni? We went Bear Grills in Yellowstone last summer. Maybe I should try doing it Samantha Brown’s or Anthony Bourdain’s or Andrew Zimmermen’s way this winter. Leceh betul ramai-ramai ni. Maybe I should take a plane to the Amazons. </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">-yang pancit main rockband2-</span></span>maschehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16544676991065261456noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879424192741103288.post-48481848822264302402008-11-27T20:03:00.017-05:002009-03-23T02:03:12.560-04:00going postalIt was a tough week. It was TOUGH, tough. Everyone was going postal. Everyone was angry, and stressed out, and disappointed and just simply uptight. And multiply those negative moods and emotions with the depressingly still, cold early winter weather; you can just feel the grimness in the air once you set your eyes on the first brown-brick building on campus. It’s very close towards the last day of the semester, crunch time; which means minimal sleep, no weekends, 12 hours in the lab, and 3 hours at home a day kind of week. Heck, everything is due on the same day.<br /><br />So, what better way to get rid of all the foul emotions? Go hook up with some crazy people.<br />Here, we have this cool tradition called the Breakfast Club. People dress up in Halloween costumes and get drunk as early as 7 in the morning on game days.<br />And what better Saturday to at last cross that one out from the <a href="http://www.purdueexponent.org/2003/12/12/scan.pdf">‘25 before you graduate to do list’</a> than on the last game day of the season, on your last rivalry game as a student here. BTW, I don’t drink, and the slightest smell of liquor makes me sick.<br />Anyways, I didn’t have a costume, so I went along with a couple of ‘light-drinker’ mates dressed up as King Cantonna. We met up with some friends at one of the bars on the strip I had some coke, left 15 minutes later, and went straight home, back to bed before waking up later in the morning for the game. Sleeping time don't come easy these days...<br /><br />And heck, it was one of the best games ever. We got them right in the face. What better thing to do after a hellish week than to scream your hearts out for your team on a cold depressing Saturday afternoon along with 68000 other spectators and see the other team get a beating?<br /><br />The game, it should rank somewhere up there, probably tied for the top spot with the game against Michigan some weeks ago, in my personal all time most memorable Ross-Ade games. It is probably the best clash between two sub-.5 teams ever. The energy was amazing, though more free hugs were given out during the Michigan game I guess.<br /><br />And the game was the one last one for the seniors, and more importantly, the last one for the living legend, the coach.<br />It didn’t snow as I hoped it would, but it was one perfect last one for everyone.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdqRPbOVygcA7nqCdaKM3swQ7V6rG6FcjmvInGqK7NLrTo3eeSGhsFODaXbGOfMNp3slAMxfVTv4hrroFFMw7YVUUsrVYV3Y7MYoX2ZSuQ1d0FSzN5xbaHXWrFL0BnLvGj9XjzKYXO__Co/s1600-h/IMG_0017.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdqRPbOVygcA7nqCdaKM3swQ7V6rG6FcjmvInGqK7NLrTo3eeSGhsFODaXbGOfMNp3slAMxfVTv4hrroFFMw7YVUUsrVYV3Y7MYoX2ZSuQ1d0FSzN5xbaHXWrFL0BnLvGj9XjzKYXO__Co/s320/IMG_0017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273510844841506578" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">one!!!.. two!!!.. three!!!... four!!!... 1st down B***H!!</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6yleaOhtUtG9ANZoy2wvLTTuwf0Y3qkSaDYSsS942ynacfqTu3kuUoyUvJviB7WvfjQLSzO_33p0waWX7kpJ62epbZ4tOr8fegKtnn2njU9wNH4292fLX3NBr54uv7F6tw_tABLYJnoYM/s1600-h/IMG_0019.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6yleaOhtUtG9ANZoy2wvLTTuwf0Y3qkSaDYSsS942ynacfqTu3kuUoyUvJviB7WvfjQLSzO_33p0waWX7kpJ62epbZ4tOr8fegKtnn2njU9wNH4292fLX3NBr54uv7F6tw_tABLYJnoYM/s320/IMG_0019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273510683796933202" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">one for the record books</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUg0gv0NeLWW7-f60dXzoGkvqOdeAZ9auNzTY7P78PWhdP4IHDzdzjGTKlpzMjS0cT4I5j2AxuhVAcxpf0o37Ahm1nc7i-72ake78XnUA7aTG6BQzCQAF9yn1bkMkJm4w_B1a2BgC9OUcy/s1600-h/IMG_0022.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUg0gv0NeLWW7-f60dXzoGkvqOdeAZ9auNzTY7P78PWhdP4IHDzdzjGTKlpzMjS0cT4I5j2AxuhVAcxpf0o37Ahm1nc7i-72ake78XnUA7aTG6BQzCQAF9yn1bkMkJm4w_B1a2BgC9OUcy/s320/IMG_0022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273510548663557730" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">it was always gonna be a special day, so let's bring 3 of those today... why not?... lol</span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL7rDxq3XvtQTC4XJej64q4o-QicWfNrj8_0qGicvNPuUdAU2W1395vzM2W20ZdMhdX79BWEXqVT5gucWUYMtaNleZWhNUU7F1iGMGZG98IulKck_3Bsuz25m81CAqyPxWh6tywKBwyI-C/s1600-h/IMG_0032.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL7rDxq3XvtQTC4XJej64q4o-QicWfNrj8_0qGicvNPuUdAU2W1395vzM2W20ZdMhdX79BWEXqVT5gucWUYMtaNleZWhNUU7F1iGMGZG98IulKck_3Bsuz25m81CAqyPxWh6tywKBwyI-C/s320/IMG_0032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273510206445203538" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">the bucket is somewhere in there</span><br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMIEY7B5Id_AUMkoWqYG5dnxX4QHuXDQ3xzCH6B00LQELrQ0mhlKf0EqAo3Unw114-9MGTNjKgTqjmah7tfTBpD-qxEIBIoKIqSHZxR7qkA_cD3ZwQhlQLRV-uBIl9qqZk8dNnZRS0-H5Z/s1600-h/IMG_0033.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMIEY7B5Id_AUMkoWqYG5dnxX4QHuXDQ3xzCH6B00LQELrQ0mhlKf0EqAo3Unw114-9MGTNjKgTqjmah7tfTBpD-qxEIBIoKIqSHZxR7qkA_cD3ZwQhlQLRV-uBIl9qqZk8dNnZRS0-H5Z/s320/IMG_0033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273510004735719762" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">they took a beating</span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikgm_EDj2yaBaHm9Gto1IQkrIqUwmz5r3f7iuIuPifw8pI28UYAoxfP3LqLiR2G_HkTlXyfGd83pfHtIOaPfwrm69hgHP62CSdxd1baa28d96W70e0bMiH43uZrXJK7Oe3x0QitSU7uuqr/s1600-h/IMG_0040.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikgm_EDj2yaBaHm9Gto1IQkrIqUwmz5r3f7iuIuPifw8pI28UYAoxfP3LqLiR2G_HkTlXyfGd83pfHtIOaPfwrm69hgHP62CSdxd1baa28d96W70e0bMiH43uZrXJK7Oe3x0QitSU7uuqr/s320/IMG_0040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273509794836991650" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">one for the legend</span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJj5IK79C9LrtD2B2I0OyOnyr6oq_arlc_ZsbRFMEU2lY9HpMwE73fAhgQlsWU6kRUxRKE56b_T_FmzVmHxZBHbWRXkcDQa3yD_fZIDbUHXxZlBQj4tDHqncnDKGS2qpTH471HkLrwQUbp/s1600-h/IMG_0041.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJj5IK79C9LrtD2B2I0OyOnyr6oq_arlc_ZsbRFMEU2lY9HpMwE73fAhgQlsWU6kRUxRKE56b_T_FmzVmHxZBHbWRXkcDQa3yD_fZIDbUHXxZlBQj4tDHqncnDKGS2qpTH471HkLrwQUbp/s320/IMG_0041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273509685149088338" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">one last speech... </span><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG19L_Rkc24e-cTnoogWb0SnJ5_vNp8OOHvmpNXz7TXObqlUYMkgvxqsjEAtSUc8X8Yj22mmSrZIUK6N7EO22idwKtOk9CecL4EMEMOrv49Uf3AdciNMLSattQBrI8a2QgkV3Ot5Q6HTpI/s1600-h/IMG_0043.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG19L_Rkc24e-cTnoogWb0SnJ5_vNp8OOHvmpNXz7TXObqlUYMkgvxqsjEAtSUc8X8Yj22mmSrZIUK6N7EO22idwKtOk9CecL4EMEMOrv49Uf3AdciNMLSattQBrI8a2QgkV3Ot5Q6HTpI/s320/IMG_0043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273509519715446050" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">one last song...from the man who restored the pride back himself</span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNVm3lxQecHME34Sla8DiRWlE9znKjE-8wlBm_kleGJRLFcT2caBA38f1eNR5R6vomdK8PokeAGK2zavHGkPoy5I4qGt8xkgzUE5EGwiIjoRazacrBfYrPsX0txVlFuwaoX7Uk9teJOBSS/s1600-h/IMG_0049.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNVm3lxQecHME34Sla8DiRWlE9znKjE-8wlBm_kleGJRLFcT2caBA38f1eNR5R6vomdK8PokeAGK2zavHGkPoy5I4qGt8xkgzUE5EGwiIjoRazacrBfYrPsX0txVlFuwaoX7Uk9teJOBSS/s320/IMG_0049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273509071832924802" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">where pride happens</span><br /></div><br /><br />And as football season commences, comes basketball season. The team is in the NIT preseason tip-off final game tomorrow, and everyone is looking forward to the game against the Blue Devils next week.<br /><br />And yeah, next time, get VIP….<br /><br />The girl reading Kierkegaard, who are you??...maschehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16544676991065261456noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879424192741103288.post-78893396741040769192008-11-01T08:24:00.010-04:002008-11-10T12:02:42.589-05:00leg breakingSo, I was facing this big dilemma. I don’t like to choose, especially when it comes down to choosing people. If it were a staffing decision, then, a simple linear model would suffice, but this one is way beyond complicated.<br /><div align="left"><br />But a man has to do what a man got to do. And Dawes’ and Ben Franklin’s long explanation on prudential algebra brought me down to this decision which cost me $20. I chose a Polish-born Nobel Prize winner over my favorite scientist, who also happens to be one of the coolest physicist, science idol and writer ever; <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joseph_Rotblat">Rotblat </a>over Feynman.<br /><br />And after reading one of the best composed and sincere <a href="http://www.spusa.org/pubs/manifesto.html">writings</a> by a scientist or a philosopher I’ve ever came across, I signed the pledge. </div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263666090767720818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFa8gT8FDXCnTrLMc3BKE9zcrgfYUHVd-zU8W4vumBUoBGtH8a2bRV_xRD95dsgG17B7GX-fmAJ6jzdL8px_rzL9j4kOSyviDFyWkVKXG7QHSmThks8k3SgiNiDqN3MadJvqbyJ2mDMDJ1/s320/pledge.bmp" border="0" /><br />And then paid the $20 membership fee, and got my cool t-shirt and other ‘free’ stuff.<br /><br />Anyways, the <a href="http://www.spusa.org/index.html">Student Pugwash </a>is all about engaging students to promote the socially responsible use of science and technology, and in order to create effective social change, students must first understand the issues at stake, and then contemplate their ethical and moral responsibility to themselves and to society as a whole.<br /><br />And as I can’t really get a consistent 10 hours of sleep a day and not that much soccer or football or sweat anymore this semester because of schoolwork and all, I decided to take the passenger’s seat for this particular intention, by the door in the backseat. Well, I didn’t get myself all messy with the administration stuff, but I’ve learnt some pretty cool and great new stuff from the very people who are pioneers and the crème de la crème in their respective already cool fields.<br />Seriously, after the short an hour or so lecture, you’ll get out feeling a little bit more intelligent, which is good to feed the deflated ego after having to do too much schoolwork and projects that make you feel dumber than a 12 year old giraffe. And some of the lectures even helped me change my stand on certain issues. Anyway, the most important lesson I’ve got so far is that, information, small or little goes a very long way. For $20 (actually the lecture series can be attended for free), now I’m a big advocate of nuclear energy, I have a pretty good idea on what to feed my wife during and even before pregnancy, how calico cats and women are the same, a new dimension on the black gold, corn and the energy issue, and I get to meet some new cool geeks.<br /><br />So, yup, Feynman is still the favorite and the coolest scientist ever, but Rotblat, Einstein and a couple of their scientist friends made the better choice. Well, consistent to what Erick Erikson suggested, people in between their teen years, up to their early 20’s usually have this Identity vs. Role confusion. So, choosing what’s cool and what you’re supposed to be and do is pretty confusing at this age.<br /><br />And talking about another favorite writer, I had a chance to hear a lecture and get my book signed by Mr. Tom Friedman some one month ago, the same night I saw Frank Duong at the Union, the night before he scored a touchdown out of an interception. He talked about his book which I yet to get a chance to read beyond page 34, and a couple of his personal experience which was great. And with this entire APEX thing going on, maybe the particular university back home should really look into this energy engineering technology thing, which according to Freidman, is the new ‘it’ thing, the new big tomorrow. And as I was 12th in line out of the nearly packed 6,025 capacity <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edward_C._Elliott_Hall_of_Music">Elliot Hall of Music</a> audience during the book signing, I get to have a little chat with him, but I forgot to ask him to sign his other book I brought along.<br />Ohh, again, if you somehow managed to find this humble blog, thanks for the book……<br /><br />We went to see my classmate take the basketball court during the halloween night exhibition game last night. We were pretty good. The future is bright. </p><p>And for one last time, let's go slay some wolverine for lunch.<br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263670137896612882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBlV3hPUS73Zbzyao4MpqtHchaxHF5tq56Q6jZEoXI4yKg9_sU4mSMT35Y5TB9Tkf5DbA4u4ktcfe30mnASf2HVuOAfp1N_Xl1nvK4CnoI0PRwMRdlwCQyEg6jiUkmdru1zo7BOLJOPsY-/s320/abcdef.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">-the best indoor kicks yet--</span></p><span style="font-size:78%;">-The tired, deflated, stressed, and in need of a pair of new kicks, a new graphic card and to break some legs-</span>maschehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16544676991065261456noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879424192741103288.post-1388349192629306152008-10-13T04:07:00.005-04:002008-10-13T04:27:14.612-04:00HoppípollaThe House of Representatives or the UN should pass a law or some kind of an international policy stating that the purpose of school breaks should be solely for chilling out and relaxing, and the assigning of schoolwork or projects during the breaks should be made illegal unconditionally.<br />As a friend of mine would say, this is happening because people like ‘us’ are merely watching from the sidelines; we should have more of ‘our kind’ be directly involved in this nerdy business. And until that happens, our species will have to suffer.<br /><br />Anyways, I was watching Planet Earth encore on Discovery Channel, and I remember watching the kind of documentary during school breaks when I was younger, aired on TV3, during the Alam Ria Cuti Sekolah slot, at 1130 in the morning. As far as I could remember, even back then, at that level, teachers have been violating the purpose and the spirit of school breaks.<br /><br />Getting back to the documentary shows, I particularly like the series on the Great Plains, especially the savannah and the prairies and also the one on the great Nile. And the animals can be broken down into three categories, the good ones, the cool ones, and the evil ones. The good animal group includes the whales, elephants, antelopes, zebras, buffalos, caribous, rhinos, any kind of bears including the grizzlies, and the hippopotamus. On the other hand, the cool group consists of the lions, the orca, dolphins, tigers, leopards, the big horn, platypus, the silverback, white m furred mountain goats, and at times baboons and crocodiles. And the usual suspects include the great white, sometimes the seals, herring birds, Nile crocs and the ever ugly hyenas.<br /><br />Besides the animals, the other most interesting part of this kind of documentary is when they fast forward the video to show how the plants bloom when seasons change. First, a lot of rain will flood the barren land, and then after the flood clears up, new greenish life would sprout out from the seeds brought in by the flood or from the ones buried in the ground the whole hot torturous summer, after that, the sprouts would grow taller and bigger, and then beautiful colorful flowers will bloom, and suddenly, in a snap,the boring barren land would turn into this beautiful lush greenish heaven where more lives in the forms of mammals and birds and reptiles will dwell in again, until the next step in the cycle repeats. But technology has made things even more fascinating. In one of the episodes of Planet Earth, this one scene, in which a great white was shooting out of the surface after snapping a seal in between it’s jaws, instead of fast-forwarding, the scence was slowed down to 40 times, because it couldn’t be seen clearly at normal speed. And not to mention that the series are all in HD.<br /><br />And the nice music arrangement and the cool, macho narration are the glue or the cherry on the icing to the shows. And all credits to the producers, the tireless camera crews, the researchers and the Ah Longs.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V5BxymuiAxQ&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V5BxymuiAxQ&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">geeks~</span><br /><br /></div>And I was watching travel channel just now, and indigenous nudity is the phrase of the day.<br /><br />School won’t start until Wednesday, but the closest to a vacation that i could get is to move in to the apartment downstairs whose tenants went out traveling. The valve is half-way done, the Cadillac thing went pretty well, the GPS stuff is not going so well, and not to mention the lab stuff and the homework all need to be taken care of. and heck we suck in football. Basketball season starts in 2 weeks.maschehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16544676991065261456noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879424192741103288.post-31059315122598571132008-10-06T01:08:00.006-04:002009-03-07T23:00:19.558-05:00WIPIts freaking 130 am in the morning, and it’s funny how full the lab is still is. Everyone else is trying to decipher stupid looking codes dengan muka tertekan….wahahaha.. nasib baik esok paper accounting je. Your major is my freaking Gen-Ed….. so, shut up!!!<br />No doubt, reading bahasa manusia, even stupid never-heard-of jargons, is much easier than reading ridiculous high-level or high-low programming languages or some raw dull numbers.<br /><br />Though I think that being <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brian_Cox_(physicist)">Brian Cox </a>is still much cooler than being Jason Chambers,<br />I’ve made up my mind….I want to be a MMA fighter when I grow up….<br />Or when I graduate…<br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253906548889056642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZMHq4dMpVRQ0K5tMsgCxG_GbMpdSG1ApYegv54oHoARIOtubHuRt-JjNL7m_0yKEYSYw9pqSPh3M7WpQlYELcRxlhQHY_xH4JGqjRlAAxi2KR0eMWi0Q372wcasH8ybhGWDKGB5FPnk1I/s320/ahahaha.jpg" border="0" /> </p><p><br />I didn’t know that you could make a career out of kicking the heck out of someone else. I used to want to be a pendekar, out of watching cool Rusdi Ramli and Eman Manan pendekar dramas on TV2 & TV3. <em>Pendekar Kundur</em> and <em>Keris Hitam Bersepuh Emas</em> are the best. But since I’ve already developed a chronological sense of a time line by then, then it’ll only go against my nubile plebian logic to want to become a Pendekar. And being in the silver screen industry has never been that appealing either. If only Mrs. Chew, my standard 1 class teacher were to enlighten us students much earlier about a career in fighting, then by now, after some altercation with the parents, I’ll probably be standing besides or being kicked the hell out of myself by Fedor Emelianenko or Tito Ortiz, or Anderson Silva or Chuck Lidell or my favorite Randy Couture, or at least by now, my biceps should be as big as theirs, and am already half-way through the path of becoming the ultimate killing machine.<br /><br />Let’s see what O*NET has to say about being a <a href="http://online.onetcenter.org/link/summary/27-2021.00">fighter.</a><br /><br />Last week was quite disappointing, I did pretty well on the paper on the 2nd day of raya, but I think I failed the one on the 3rd day of raya. And we freaking embarrassed ourselves on national TV…. were you serious???? Anyways, the Colts and the reds are the stories of the week, with their impressive and entertaining comebacks in their respective football games.<br /><br />Suggest me a nickname…… the asian assassin? The meat grinder?</p>maschehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16544676991065261456noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879424192741103288.post-74775249994664239032008-10-01T01:30:00.002-04:002008-10-01T01:38:53.888-04:00in one piece, not in pieces.....Jon wrote this nice pantun on our mount rushmore-salam perantauan thingy.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Kajang pak malau kajang berlipat,<br />Kajang hamba mengkuang layu,<br />Raya tuan raya bertempat,<br />Raya hamba musafir selalu.<br /></div><br />So, Selamat Hari Raya, Maaf Zahir dan Batin, to whomever and wherever you may be.<br />And have fun.<br /><br />I don’t know why, but I haven’t been excited about raya for quite some time. But, no matter what, how or where, the 1st of Syawal must be celebrated.<br /><br />And drive safely. My grandparents got in a car crash somewhere in Tapah sometime last week. I don’t really know about the details, because when people get sad, they don’t talk much, and when people get sad, I tend to get angry.<br />The grandma had to get some metal implanted into her hip or somewhere as the result of the crash, while my grandpa who was fine the first time around was again admitted to the hospital because of some problems with his lungs, but at least it was confirmed that it wasn’t caused by any internal bleeding from the crash. So, the family is going to celebrate raya rather lowly this year, at the hospital.<br /><br />Last year, today, I was in NYC, celebrating raya with my sister, and that was pretty cool. Though no one came over from home to celebrate together this time around, I think the people here have made this particular first of Syawal a rather enjoyable one. They served good food, and turned this rather cold day into a warm and an enjoyable one.<br /><br />jemput dtg, i'm serving famous amos cookies this raya....<br /><br />Next year, makan lemang panas!!!!<br /><br />Tomorrow morning and khamis, 474 and 486!!!!maschehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16544676991065261456noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879424192741103288.post-34636077164781784212008-09-19T05:22:00.006-04:002008-09-19T09:25:18.956-04:00Of it being a sinusoidal function…… that we have to debate…..Are you freaking kidding me? We’re going to have a debate on some useless bunch of numbers and Greek letters with an equal sign somewhere in between them?<br /><br />Anyways, you’ve probably have heard of Hans Christian Handersen’s the ugly duckling or another version of it at some point of your life. I was watching this talk show the other day, and I’ve just realized that all this years, I’ve failed to grasp the very nucleus of the story, which Mr. Handersen called his autobiography, in which the ugly duckling was already a cygnet in the first place. The big egg came up rolling from nowhere ending up as the 7th or 8th egg in the mother duck’s nest. He was an outsider from the very beginning. Anyways, being different shouldn’t be that bad should it?<br /><br />And more duck stuff. The game against the ducks last week was all in all very entertaining, and it’d definitely be better if we could get the win. But heck, we lost after a big lead at half time. Man, we suck!!! That’s why we should never punt on 4th and 1 from midfield. However, the home team did put on a hard fight. But Summers, missing the supposedly winning kick with 2.1 seconds left on the clock? Are you serious? We were this close from a nice win. Nevertheless, the defense was outstanding.<br /><br />And, life has been interesting. It’s 4:46 in the freaking morning, and I’ve just finished keying in the ‘N1050’th line of the G&M code for the manufacturing lab. The pig drawing had too many tangents on it, so, I ended up designing something else. And still, I have 2 more undone assignments both due tomorrow morning, and I have no freaking idea on what’s going to be on the accounting quiz. Outsourcing sure sounds appealing.<br />Yup, busy Thursdays are the best. And there are still at least 20 more sleepless Thursday and Friday nights along the way.<br /><br />And you politicians better make our miserable Thursday nights worthwhile; enough with all the trash talking. Do something. Bring in more jobs instead of chasing investors out.<br />One interesting fact, when the internal problems get worst, the economy gets tough. And when the going gets tough, the tough go to grad school. And I personally am already tired with all this education shit. So, yeah…..<br />And with the Lehman Brothers going bankrupt and AIG getting bailed out for a humongous amount of $85 billion, the current local political scene can’t be more fitting.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM5AihhbzatxXG1rrjuSVSl3p9o_ydQ5XkeGqGj-zaY-Uc56ORcDsbKCHHBpJB0xjjgB-3hhdnMvFnz6DPoj4IQi4QU2iSOKj_FzqpGjRi4CkEbHNKAhBkbs9S3C8ywT3HBIt8gjOGwOPL/s1600-h/ape.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM5AihhbzatxXG1rrjuSVSl3p9o_ydQ5XkeGqGj-zaY-Uc56ORcDsbKCHHBpJB0xjjgB-3hhdnMvFnz6DPoj4IQi4QU2iSOKj_FzqpGjRi4CkEbHNKAhBkbs9S3C8ywT3HBIt8gjOGwOPL/s320/ape.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247661460815246898" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">belanjala..</span></div>It’s the last day of green week.<br />And I got 2 tickets to Tom Friedman’s lecture and book signing tomorrow evening.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">mann… da pening…</span>maschehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16544676991065261456noreply@blogger.com8