We talk about many things. The old days, politics, Khir Toyo’s mansion and it all boils down to what boys like most, cars. “Hypothetically Ed, if you had a huge sum of cash, what would you buy? Mercedes or BMW, and what model?”, one of the juniors asked.

No doubt both cars lived up to their names, but I decided to grill them instead.

“I won’t buy neither”

“Why?”

“Because it will be selfish to spend a quarter million just for yourself (or your family). I also think, driving around in a prestige car would make me feel better than anyone else (riak), when actually we’re the same. We’re all humble servants of God. This is also a test of faith, how well you manage your wealth!”

Squirming their faces, they stared in disbelief. They never saw this coming.

“Think about it, the poor, orphans, old folks, natives people, how well are they living? Besides, wouldn’t it be better if you give half of that money to charity and the other as an investment for your kids?”, adding salt to their wound.

The air was tensed. They didn’t know what to say. They looked at each other, sipping their drink slowly, taking their time to digest and of course, thinking of a clever come back line. I’m sure they regretted sharing an evening tea with me.

“Ok. Between these two Germans, I’d get an Audi R8″, just to ease the air. “Hahaha, that’s not fair Ed!” (it’s RM2 mil worth).

Well, you know me, the weird guy with his weird taste. (We had an Audi A6 once, I was able to push it to 264kmh, hence the inclination towards Audi).

“But seriously, if you do have that kind of money, which I’m sure you will, remember what I told you”, making sure my words were burnt into their heads. The topic then progressed around F1, Braun GP, FIA etc.

It feels good imposing my thoughts to youngsters.

ps: Seriously, when you drive an expensive car, do you feel better than anyone else? Because if you do, God hates you.

pss: Remember the basic credo, sharing is caring.

Although I am excited enough having someone posting my blog up there, however he/she missed one important detail. A very niche market I would say.

I want to MARRY a Doctor!

Anyway, thank you for the vote of confidence. Let’s just hope in years to come, I’ll be posting stories about my kins

ps: mastering Boyce Avenue - With You. Gosh it’s tough to hit the note!

It turns out, it is pretty tough considering my lack of expertise when it comes to Symbian OS phones. I spent 3 days experimenting all possibilities to make it work on my phone. Since it took a lot of my time, I’m going to save yours by teaching you. (more…)

I’ve made up my mind, by year end, I’ll compile all the touchy stories from day one and maybe publish it. Of course it won’t be a paperback issue, I’m too green to do that (nor do I have to capacity to do that).

I know most like Makcik Kerepek. I’ve even discussed with Bong about producing a short clip for BMWshorties. Unfortunately, we had no resource, no casts, no makcik, no equipments but plenty of kerepek. But that’s that.

So, if you have any particular writing you like (which are not mine), feel free to leave in the comment area. For the time being, I’m thinking of writing more of this genre.

Chicken Soup for Malaysian Soul? Beehh… overrated!

ps: Shesh.. I’m supposed to be this egoistic blogger, but I turned out the other way around. I guess no one can hide their true colors, even in the cyber world! Happy 1st of July!

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So seriously, there’s no need for you to comment. The guitar tab.

My favorite part of the song is

Membuatku terjatuh dan terjatuh lagi
Membuatku merasakan yang telah terjadi
Semua yang terbaik dan yang terlewati
Semua yang terhenti tanpa kuakhiri

Have a great day everyone.

ps: Going back to sleep

To you, being no 2 in class is not good enough. I have to be numero uno. Failing to do so, will end up being caned. To date, I lost count on how many lashes landed on my body.

To you, secondary at boarding school means a lot. I was more of mom’s boy and I prefer to stay at home. But you expect me to be independent. I did, just so you’d acknowledge my bravery. But you didn’t.

To you, not playing sports is equal to a faggot. So I played hockey, but it meant nothing to you. I took on rugby and played at state level, just so you’d acknowledge my manhood. But you didn’t.

To you, architecture is a slow evolving industry and engineering is far superior. I’ve always wanted to be an architect, since I was 5. So I ditched my passion and pursued your path, hoping for you to see that I am an obedient son. But you didn’t.

Everything I do, I could never meet your expectations. Even if I did, you never gave me a pat on the back and say “Well done son”. It was all that I longed for.

Time and time, you humiliated me in public with your sarcastic low blow remarks. You wanted people to see how close we are. I swallowed my pride and laugh, although deep down I’m torn to pieces.

But what I failed to see, was, all this while, you worked very hard, not for yourself, but for me to inherit your virtues. For me to have a better future. For me to be tough enough to face the world. Being a perfectionist, you wanted the best, that includes your sons.

So Dad, this is my humble apology. I am sorry.

I’m sorry for being mad at you for all my life. I know, it’s not my place to be angry at a person who paved gold roads for me. You’d rather be hated than see me crash and burn, such a selfless act. Now I understand what those expectations were there for.

Thank you and Happy Belated Father’s Day.

If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t be on my way to become a Kick Ass Web Developer.

ps: I hope my dad doesn’t read this!

pss: Thank you Hana, for knocking some senses. Have a safe trip back to Eire. Thank you Bong, for your youtube mellow genre. Thank you Aween, for listening.

Yes, I know. I’m awesome and I get brag about it. Lalala~

Want to see the high quality one? Right click here and save as (1mb).

ps: Another step to a super bike?

I followed the link and leads me to Youtube. I can’t hold to my belly any longer. I laughed so loud, tears filled my eyes. I was rather confused, should I feel bad or sorry for them?

For something you use almost daily (modern slaves), it’s hard to think people mistook it for a search engine!

So what is a browser? Answer: A software to browse the Internet.

I can’t believe I’m still laughing while I’m writing this. I know, I’m a jerk. Oh well, nobody’s complaining. So what the hell

ps: Maybe I should ask random people on the streets too.

pss: I know it’s bad to laugh at people. But I still can’t help it!

I noticed the list isn’t updated. Some blog died, some unattended, some privatized and others, still proving me wrong. Good job.

Anyway, if you want to be on that list, feel free to leave a comment. But be sure to have my link up on yours. Okay?

ps: I guess I am starting that Advertising company afterall.

I’m sure many will disagree, so be it. I’m free to write anything as I please.

The highly anticipated movie is finally here, Transformers 2, The Return of the Fallen. Like other young adults, I’ve waited this moment for 2 years. 2 months before the launch date, I’d watch the trailer once every other day. And when the time comes, Optimus Prime failed me.

This time around, all eyes are on Megan Fox. Strangely enough, I don’t find her alluring like most boys and her acting doesn’t put me at the edge of my seat. She’s there to attract audience using her hotness. And I don’t appreciate that. It’s about robots, not a girl. (more…)

Last week Ad stunned me when he told me he’s getting engaged that weekend. I was rather puzzled with his decision. 3 weeks before, it was another story. I’m not a big fan of surprises, much like horror films. It oozes adrenaline hormone unnecessarily when it’s actually preserved for fist fights or chased by stray dogs.

I was over dressed. Baju Melayu, spiky hairdo and glasses with nerdy look. (more…)

B, do you remember the time you were my obedient practical student? You’d follow me everywhere, do everything I told you to do and never questioned my decisions. Easily my all-time favorite disciple.

B, do you remember we rode a kapchai around town and sang to 4U2C’s Fiona for the 17875th time? People in the car must think we’re crazy or some sort of temporary illness.

B, do you remember we ran around the rugby field a like bunch of idiot? Although we were playful, no one could pass us. We even try-ed with many handsome moves. (more…)

To some, I may be a headstrong and hard headed person. I could easily outdo myself anytime I like. But in reality, that’s just wrong, those are just barriers I put up to protect myself. I’m sure in many ways, you have your guards up too.

Ego or Wicked? The tune has been playing on my mind for quite sometime. (more…)

1. “speret” is a a localized term for “team spirit” used by budak MCKK,  but also can used as “semangat” ↩

“Anak nak kerepek?”

Without looking, I lifted my hand and gently said that I’m not interested. My family isn’t actually fond of kerepek. Plus we’ve already stocked up enough to last 2 more weeks. More kerepek would mean more unburnt fat.

“Terima kasih”, she wanders off to another table. (more…)

Jodoh is overated.

It takes two consensual people to start a relationship. They have to like each other and explore the dark possibilities. Down the road it might be tough. That’s why you have each other, to pull each other from slumps and break the obstacles ahead. (more…)