April 13, 2008
Ranting on a Sore Throat
It bloody burns! At first I didn’t give much thought after returning from TT with the neo guys on Friday night. My throat do get a little sore after TT sessions, i mean hey, almost all of them smokes. As if removing their CAT wasn’t enough, now they are killing me with second hand smoke. Grrr….
Swallowing is so painful (even swallowing my own saliva), reminds me of the movie Awake which I watched with my sweetheart and Lavanya, our University pal. I’ve never had an infection this bad so near the tonsils and the surrounding tissue. Gwaddammit, if I’ve known, i wouldn’t have joined the TT in the first place.
Now, channeling my anger to something more, um, constructive. I would want to rant about our mainstream media. Investigative journalism is DEAD! Everything now is about press release, or copy and paste from press kit. First rant is on Intech review on gaming mice. I laughed out loud at their statement that goes something like "Gaming mice is much more durable, making it more lasting, taking more punishment, yada.. yada.." That person probably never handled a gaming mice before, especially a Razer. Till date I have two chaos green copperhead (one first edition, the other normal edition) that has double clicking issues within a year of purchase. And I’ve manage to claim a new unit from ALL IT (these guys rocks), the place which I’ve bought them, and those replacements also suffer the same fate, only lasting 1-2 months more then the ones I bought. They are not cheap, mind you, RM290. That is allot of money for a mouse. Even it’s cheaper sibling the Krait, was not spared of the same fault.
Razer makes great mice for gaming, just that it’s not lasting.
Secondly, they glorify the Naza Bestari 206. That car is underpowered, the trip-tronic gearbox is slow to response (leaving it at D feels much more responsive) and it doesn’t handle well at all. Plus not to mention the steep price tag of 70K. The Bestari 206 is a confused car. It wants to look sporty, but doesn’t perform as well as it looks.
Lastly, which is an old story on my "missing" Kembara. The reporters during the press conference at Wisma MCA were told my side of the story. When a young reporter asked Michel Choong if he has investigate the case deeper by contacting the sales person who took my car away, his answer was "what for? it’s clearly a con case".
The sales person who took my car away isn’t a crook. In fact he isn’t a bad person at all. He did apologized for the trouble caused and absorbed the losses incurred. He was a victim of another lousy business deal. Did the partner who betrayed him got caught? No. Was his plight highlighted in the news paper? No.
Mainstream media, like internet news are best taken with boat loads of salt.
April 11, 2008
Almost Perfect Life
An old man is sitting on a park bench crying his eyes out. A young jogger comes by and asks him what is the matter.
The
old man says, "I’m a multimillionare, I have a great big house, the
fastest car in the world and I just married a beautiful blonde
bombshell who satisfies me every night in bed whether I like it or not
(sob)."
The young jogger says, "Man, you have everything I have
ever dreamed for in my life. What could be so wrong in your life that
you are sitting here in the park crying?"
The old man says, "I can’t remember where I live."
April 10, 2008
Slashed Finger
(picture removed - too graphic for the weak stomach)
Here’s a picture of my 5 day old wound slowly healing. Serves me right for not taking any safety precautions while compressing an overflowing rubbish bin. Unknown to me, there was a razer blade inside it. Who would expect to find razer blades inside on office rubbish bin which usually filled with plastic wrappings and tissue paper.
It was the deepest cut I’ve suffered on a single finger, and boy, did the blood gush out. I’ve applied pressure on it for a whole hour to stop the bleeding but it didn’t, that’s how deep it was. But not deep enough to require stitches. Probably the coagulant was already working by then, slowly sealing up those broken veins.
So, a pressure dressing was done onto that finger by a senior GP at a private clinic. She was being comforting, all cheerful and reassured me that it’s not as bad as it looks. However her cheer leading attitude did not mask her poor handy work which clearly show in her age. Its not the best dressing, and there was no anti infection cream applied on the wound other then the alcohol soaked swab.
Anyhow, the bleeding stopped that evening itself, so, it’s safe to say it’s not a major issue. But getting the dressing changed the day after that at the same clinic by the same GP, was something that i regretted. There was this nagging feeling telling me NOT to rush with the dressing change, in fact I was thinking about postponing a day later. But I went on with the dressing change, and boy, did that doctor suck at it. while opening the dressing she reopened the wound! She was tugging and pulling to get the dressing opened, and the blunt surgical scissors was no help either. It got my dressing into a tangled mess. I should have picked up that razer which wound me to undo the dressing, it probably did a better job then that aging GP. So, blood was oozing once again from all that frantic stint, oh and did it stings (the part where she wash the wound with alcohol swab again) and the dull throbbing pain which sets in after that which lasted till late noon without any painkillers to ease the pain. After some while, the pain isn’t all that melodramatic, just a sensation easily ignored.
Having a slashed finger slowly healing can hinder lots of day to day activities, such as opening of locks with one hand. And the lack of grip, having to hold something with my index finger pointing out like a sore thumb finger. What’s worse is starting the car and turning off the engine using the car keys. I’ve rubbed the injured finger more then twice trying to turn on and off the car engine. Now i truly appreciate the start button which all this while i thought was some cheap accessories to rice up the ride into some sport car wannabe. Now I’ll have to add this into my Christmas shopping list.
picture shamelessly stolen from Uncle Wong
April 9, 2008
Hard Gay Vid
Testing embedded video in my blog
April 7, 2008
Absolute Power Corrupts
Absolute power corrupts, yes it does. The statement has proven itself again and again from the many elected politicians cum dictator and dictator to be in many countries, not just here in boleh land.
But I’m not digging myself into a political pit. I’m not turning my blog into another screen shots, or malaysia today. My last political post was on the bersih rally, and i’ll leave it as it is.
Staying on the same topic, I’d like to tell my side of the story how being so powerful can ultimately make you the next Darth Vader if you don’t have an ounce of restraint or self control. You see, since the club was formed, I volunteered to be forum admin just as a care taker to ease off Nigel’s growing work load. And I still am. Being forum admin I can see who’s online although they are “invisible”, track their IPs,their e-mail address and also the ability to delete post/threads and even forum users as well. I’ve deleted a trouble maker in the past who spammed the forum when it was still in its infancy stage.
A year later, i thought of putting those admin powers to use again, this time for a personal matter. I got into a row over a salesman lack of salesmanship by giving half baked answers in the all popular R3 thread. Naturally birds of a feather would defend their comrades although this particular bird has left R3 for a better future at Honda. Either how, it’s not R3 staffers and ex-staff that decided to pick a fight but rather a troll wannabe who’s trying to troll a troll. Takes one to know one (yes i’m a troll) and you can’t troll a troll, especially one who have superior admin powers at his finger tips (speaking of which, i cut my finger on a razer blade today >.<! ). Naturally I lash out at his incompetence for allowing/supporting incompetence in the Nazi camp like forum. But I was far from over. I went further on with profile checking and scrutinize his previous post (turns out this bastard is not even a registered member who got his sets of Fromworks exhaust kit at discounted price, bloody freeloader!). And that’s when the “ban user” button beaconed for my attention. All I need to do was to click on it (which I did). but then I wise up and did not confirm the user ban. Decided to just let the little argument go and not turn it into a personal vendetta.
The dark side of the force was so strong, easy and very very tempting.
