Recalling my ISDN line horror story..hehe

As I wait for how long the streamyx is to get for my company, supposedly it's about 2-4 weeks. But then it dawned on me on a little story when I was 18.

Ahem.

When I was 18, I ordered an ISDN line. Thinking at that time it was fast, and cool, I went to call Telekom to order. Telekom called, saying that it'll arrive quite soon. After about a couple of months with no answer whatsoever, I gave up and think nothing of it and still use my irritating dial up line.
When I was 21, Streamyx came about. I signed up for the 60 hours per month when it was popular, and it was changed to unlimited pretty quick. I was quite pleased with it as it's broadband and it's so fast. So happy. The next couple of weeks after the streamyx experience I was in bed in 9:30am. As I woke up, the first thing I saw standing in my room was this BIG burly Indian man with the Telekom uniform. He's BIG! With a turban! and a beard like a Singh! And was holding an ISDN MODEM! First thing that came out of his mouth was...

"You ordered ISDN?"

I replied...

"Umm....not anymore...sorry"

After that he just left. Talk about intimidation to the max. That is 3 years man. 3 years period of since I order to get the ISDN. My God. Is it that bad? Lets hope the order is not that long.

To tell you the truth, I'm abit sick of it. In my office, there's a ONE dialup line that goes to one computer. My boss. So everytime I need to use the Net, which I usually do to use emails to keep contact with. So alot of walking is required. And we have a network, without broadband. ARGH!!!!

Sux.

Photo album for singapore trip!

Just to let u know i've added the singapore trip into my photo album. It's at snapfish. So in order to ease everyone's ordeal to register, I'll shall selfishly give my account details:

Have fun watching!

Work's getting tolerated, going to singapore soon

Hows things so far? Hmm, I'm starting to get the hang of what I have to do at work.
My company's a small company, trying to make it in the market. Since it's partially owned by my dad, I technically own some parts of the company, though I'm pretty new at this and all. So it makes me feel whatever my boss, Charles feels. If he got to chase a guy for money or else our company gets a hit, i feel pretty pissed too. So most of the time, we're both trying to make the company afloat. Going round, get new customers, getting money from the old. It's cutthroat and ruthless. Well for me at least. Charles is more patient. I'm that young rash fella who gets ready all the demand and threatening letters should we have to use it as a last resort to get back at our money. muahahahah...

Going to singapore soon. As I'm blogging now, I'm waiting for John to pick me up so we can go to the Pudu station to take a bus. Now I've never taken a bus anywhere out of state, so it's pretty daunting. But then it's nice to take an adventure. With my mini ipod in my ears, it really sounds like an adventure :). Irene and Kuan Ling has been there since Wednesday to go for shopping I gather. I must stay bold for the next couple of days and there's probably no way I can spend anybody anything during the next week as I'll probably be broke. Charles has so nicely gave me S150 to spend (ok not really to spend, but maybe he might just forget it...hehheh), plus an extra S250 I cough up from my own account, so we see how it goes. Will get photos coz she has a digital camera over there.

Cheers. :)

ramblings of a soul with a flu

I have flu. I'm off work. And I've got a blog.hmm...

no topics, no whatever life is what. Just pure crap talk.

I bought this Great Teacher Onizuka DVD for RM80. Good for the pirates ya? Watched that for a couple of days and it rocks. A pre-gangster fella doing teaching sounds absurd but whatever he does has a hidden meaning. Maybe will watch again till late night again. Oooo...It's been a while since I have been awake at 3am.

Am still thinking for a gift for Irene. You know, for christmas. Maybe a CD or a made up iMovie project using my eMac. Just not sure what to right. Argh, the brainpower needed for all these. The creativity drained from my soul. Bleh. Technically the CDs would be nice, but the iMovie will be nicer, and even better. IT'S FREE EVEN!!! lol. just joking.

Ahem.


Ok I think I'm done. Hehe. Cheers.

Friends of all ages

Over the times I have been making friends or trying to make friends, it seems that the ages of friends do tend to influence you abit. Being a 23 year old, it can be considered too old or too young, or just right.

To my 19 year old peers in church which I meet, To them I'm an '81 guy, which is of course too old. It's quite fun to hang with them. For them, they don't have a worry at the world. Maybe later, but for them they see things so carefree and just to be done with classes. Being with them, you too feel carefree, and thinking that the life that you've been worrying about is almost nothing to worry about. I thank them for seeing the finer points in life.

I also have older friends. Friends who ranges from 24-30 something. They're the experienced group. They've been through their life of work, love and life in general. They talk wisdom, wisdom of their past that what they've done before. I get to learn what lies ahead of me and how do I face them. I thank them for the paths that they have treaded and their advice they've been giving me.

I have also friends who are the same age as me, exactly 23. They're the ones who I sync most. Some things are different cause we've came from different paths and such. But there's a sync somewhere and I too thank them for letting me to be in sync with them as they learn and grow.

Sometimes ages also doesn't affect maturity. In retrospect, Irene, being an early age of 21, is more disciplined and more hardworking than me. Talk about being the older one. Hehe.

Being with Irene part 2

Having been with someone who is the direct opposite of you is interesting. It also poses some challenges as you can't go to some places where two of us will agree or like to go. For mine, it's shopping. Hearing that she is able to make runs in malls for 11 hours straight gives me the uuber jeebies. For her, it's cybercafes, she can't stand that I can just sit and stare at a screen for hours and wasting my precious time and muscle mass that I have left.

She and I also sometimes don't get along with fashion. She likes to dress really really nice, which I'm not complaining. She doesn't mind me dressing decent, but then there was the case of my green/grey shirt.
I have this green/grey shirt that's been with me like ooo...6-8 years? I usually wear that coz it's comfortable, it fits like a glove to my body. But here's how the conversation started about... the green grey shirt...

Irene: What's this?
Me: It's my shirt. Which I'm going to wear kwa.
Irene: Are you sure it's not a rag?
Me: No it's not, it looks abit beaten, but those are just small stain scars.
Irene: What scars? there's holes in this thing!
Me: Ah, but those are just scratches. The scars do bring back memories. Like this small white spot is where I use to spill some toothpaste and it got so into the fabric. The small brown spot is some nosebleed that I had, but you can hardly notice them. I'm not sure about the pink one though.
Irene: There's no way you're wearing this outside. You could wear it in the apartment but thats it.
Me: But it's comfortable, wait let me wear the fella.
Irene: There's no way you're wearing this outside.
Me: But it's so comfortable
Irene: Probably Jon has another shirt....
Me: ....

Jon is Kuan Leng boyfriend, which Kuan Leng is Irene's best friend. They hang out together like a group, and I just joined their party. It's quite interesting. Because they at a student apartment they have to do alot of stuff around the place. Litte did I know that I could mop a floor, which Irene have graded me a B- in effort. Need improvement.

Another thing about this is language barrier. Irene has an advantage of speaking in a different dialect that I do not understand. Chinese is a dialect I do not understand. So when four of us go out, and they 3 start talking chinese, I get stumped, litterally. Most of the time they speak english, but when they wanto say something funny about me, they switch dialects. Or if Jon and Kuan Leng wants to tease Irene but don't want me to talk back, switch dialects.

Must make note to myself to learn Chinese.

She's also an outgoing kind of person. Just recently we went to a shoot of Latte @ 8, which is a show about Jason Lo, a singer, interviewing celebrities in Sunway Pyramid. Being her favourite show, we went over there yesterday to see it live. The people I see there were very partyish, for a lack of a better word. All having fun and all. Now for normal people thats cool. But for a guy who is near introvert and been dealing only in business with people in suits and shirts who acts nice in front of you coz they're ur suppliers, that is very unpredictable people.

But with all these differences at the end of the day, we care for each other. I guess also that these differences intrigues us differently in some sort of way. Weird huh?

Irene, if you're reading this, love you. :)

Photos of Penang, plus extra :)

Hey there pple! Snx8 has been nice enough to make a photo database of our trip in penang so it's at:
http://www.snx8.net/Photos/Penang2004/blog.htm

Also, I'm attached :).
Guess it's quite cool to be in a relationship again, albeit that it wasn't easy. Lol. There I was, fidgeting on what to say and not blunder stuff. In the end it came out horribly wrong, the sentances all mixed up, but she didn't mind. Phew. :P


I've been pretty much was childhood friends with her in Penang since I was visiting my aunt over there. Unfortunately we lost in touch, and only met at my aunt's funeral. After that we kept in touch very rarely, but then we kept visiting each other.

Cheers folks :)

The best penang trip ever!

ahahah! It's the best man.....alot of things that we did over there that it's hard to explain in one whole shot. I couldn't imagine how much fun I had. It seemed that I've found my soul. :)

I guess if you look hard at it, thats what friends are for. They don't second guess when you do something weird, or don't leave when the chips are down.

Thanks Guys :D

PS: Will get the photos later.

The cursed IteM

Aha! I have found the most cursed item to date that makes me get palpitations. IT IS:

TEA! A FREAKING TEA!

Because of this English drink, I get stupid palpitations and some acid reflux. Damn u MR TEA!!!!!!!!

evil.

Helicobacter Pylori confirmed

Arrrr, I have it. The doctor called me back and said I'm positive for that thing. Darn it.

Feeling like a guinea pig

Argh, first was gastric...now palpitations. Sigh. I guess I got it coming. What goes around comes around.

In other news, I'm doing a myriad of tests from the clinic and hosptitals to get the full picture. Just did a blood test for Hectocpactor pyleri supposedly the bacteria which causes gastric.

Then on wednesday doing a heart checkup with the ECG and echocardiogram. I think there's more but then I'm not sure yet also.

Argh, evil.

Remembering Mattie Stepanek

Mattie Stepanek

One time as I was coming back on one sundays, i accidentaly caught a show of Oprah. You know, the one with the Ladder 49 cast that introduce the real life heroes that we have here today.

One of it was Mattie Stepanek

Mattie Stepanek is a very young poet, only at 6 years old he's written alot of short small poems. Unfortunately, he suffers from dysautonomic mitochondrial myopathy, which disrupts the body's breathing, processing of oxygen and heart rate. The cool thing about him is that he never gives up, and all his poems about life, and how peace should be in it, and everybody is the same.

Unfortunately at 22nd June 2004, he passed away.

You will be missed, Mattie Stepanek.

still clinically gastric

Ouch, gastric, the irritating bane of pain. After with a couple of antacids and some pills (Lanzol, to help with the stomach and gastric), it's back to work.

My work was suppose to start with my father's friend, or my friend, Charles immediately, who owns a concentrated fruit juice selling company. Unfortunately, he suffered some pink-eye thing and now is at a clinic and at home, quite stoned. Hope he's doing ok.

So far things are ok. Oh I almost forgot, give this Google Desktop a try, I can't remember the link but you can google search that and it'll instantly pop up. It's kinda cool. It's a small 400k prog that checks all ur files and directories and put it in the google search. so when u google for something, not only does it search its usual web sites and images, but it also searches your offline e-mails, files, directories and pics and what not and puts it in your result.

Security wise, there's no data sent to the google center about what you have. Your internet explorer just reflects what you have on your machine and your google website just adds that small code to show the results on your page.

I think.

The reason for a religion

All the past I've wondered the reason behind religion. Is it because that it's something that they rely on the quest for life? And the times that I've thought it was a waste to read the bible and all that.

But surprisingly, things have turned out differently.

After my near scary freaking death experience which I thought I had a heart attack, but didn't (heartburn, quite embarassing now actually lol). I always question that where will be I be when I'm no longer here? I mean, at one point we all will eventually moving on to the afterlife.

I guess I need a home.

A place when I don't feel scared.

A place with no monetary values.

A place where status becomes equal.

A place where friends are buddies for life.

And I thank God for that for that place that I will go someday.

Amen.

Wounded in battle

Wow, haven't been posting for a while. Last week just after I wrote that ikead blog spot, I started to feel dizzy. Thinking nothing of it, started to walk around Ikea and Ikano power center as usual. Then during the night, extreme dizziness sets in, couldn't even stand properly, mighty thanks and kudos to Gan Eu Gin for helping me out, taking me to the hospital which was abit useless.

[Some obscene screamings to Damansara Specialist Hospital]
FUCK U DSH! IF A PERSON IS COMPLAINING OF CRUSHING CHEST PAINS AND GOING TO DIE SOON, DO U KEEP THE BLARDY FELLA ON HOLD FOR 30 MINS? DO U GIVE PANADOL FOR PPLE WHO HAS A CHEST PAIN? WHAT THE HECK IS THAT??
[End screaming]

Turns out that I've got some deoxygenated blood, anemic i think. Not sure how bad it is, but my family doctor assured me it's not that bad...just gotta change my lifestyle, diet everything. On top of that, I think I might have some irritable indigestion, which kept giving me pains in the chest i.e. heartburn.

Which kept me thinking, at the day that I die which hopefully is quite long hehe, I might feel that, a shock that wasn't suppose to be there...the very tingling sensation on my head and makes the room very blurry and spinny, would i smile or would i freak out?

Weird isn't it?

Have you been ikead?

You know, ever since I've been playing Sims 2, I've noticed some commercialisation. Not to be thinking there's a conspiracy mind you, but the furniture that you purchase in the house, some of them are in Ikea! Thats right, Ikea. Talk about commercial advertising. :P

First time went to Ikea straight 3 days. Since 2 days ago, it's been shopping at Ikea, looking at small things to buy, like a white clock that fits just nice with the e-mac. And maybe a grey chair today.

I've also noticed some funky gender differences when they go to Ikea:

Ladies: when women go to Ikea, they stroll and take their time shopping. They will look at things, flicker with the switch, fiddle with the curtains, shake the items to see if it holds, basically just testing to see if it works, then move to the item on the right, and the cycle continues. As you can see, this might take a while.

Men: When men goes to Ikea, it's like a race track. I've seen a guy clear 3-4 sections in 2 mins. Just move pick up a set of candles on the way and zooms off to short cuts to the cashier. As you know, Ikea's freaking big, so their objective is to get through the all well known marketing scheme of letting you walk all over place before hitting the cashier track.

Please note that this is a generalisation, I've seen women who did the F1 track. Or guys who fiddles with stuff through every section.

On the other side of the Ikano Power station (warning for pple who doesn't like to be made tempted to apple :P ) I saw a dual processor G5, hooked to two sets of 30" Apple Display, one is that Cinema version and the other the standard one, split in both, iTunes on the right one, and Safari on the left. It's also hooked to a mixer, which is connected to a media keyboard and a bass guitar.

Nice :)

The Apprentice

Wow, just looking at the show really made my day.
See about the Apprentice at:
The Apprentice

WARNING: CLICK ONLY HERE IF YOU DON'T WANT TO SPOIL YOURSELF ON THE SHOW
The main page has the winner stated, and in our lousy country, we've just finished 2 episodes.

But it makes a pt, I mean when I see people trying hard to make money and to sell, I get that excitement and andrenaline running. You see the planning and making profits, wow.

Money is in my blood. :D

Clocked in at 6AM

My first day since god knows when I've woken up early.
Making progress......

Who am I?

I've seriously been thinking about this for a long time.
I was set. I wanted to be a computer programmer for life.
Ever.
I was so sure.
What have I been doing?
Anything but that.

I've been selling, been teaching, being creative not as I was years back. It's as if I've been the soul has been sucked out of this body and been replaced with a new one. Same DNA, Different mind.

I look back at the photos I have left when I was a child and it's so different. The face, the mood.

To try to find excitement again, I loaded up my developer tools. Nothing. People tell me about the latest shift in what the new C++ DirectX programming can do. Nothing. People telling me in the careers to look higher such as the SAP as I'm planning to do.Nothing.

I'm always thinking. I keep asking my brain what I want to be when I grow up.

Nothing.

Life of a Sim2! :)

I just got hold of The Sims 2, and I'm playing on my P3 733 with a Geforce2 GTS card. It runs damn well, and I give it a 5 out of 5!

Lots of times better than the first Sims. Your Sim can age. Yes, age! Before you know it that little baby fella turns to a teenager and racks the house. Each sim has a personality, or an aspiration that they follow. Each aspiration has goals that they should achieve to attain their aspirations. With more better aspirations, they can get funky items like elixir of health and all that. Mine's fortune, so it's sorta like money money money and more money. My gf(Disclaimer: In Sims 2) on the other hand has a Love aspiration, one of her major goals is to make out with 3 guys in 1 nite. Oh, did I mention that they can make out?

Lots of things to talk about my sim. I'll put in the photos later, but it'll be in parts and it'll be quite soon. But my family configuration is as follows:
- Me, vice-president in business
- gf, homeworker
- adopted son, teenager

My goodness, I just realised I can't remember their names. Must check before their next birthday
If you guys need a zest for life, this game could probably do it :) Cheers.

Working towards a 9-5 job

As some of you know, I'm a freelancer. So my hours are super varied from super wee hours of the morning till late afternoons. So I could sleep late and still be fine. Should be.

My dad just landed me a job as some SAP thing. Everybody's going wahhh..go get it....so now I'm in training.

What training?

Training to wake up at 8am.

It's freaking hard. No?

Be passionate at what we do

Have you ever felt at times what are you planning to do in life? What is ur purpose to be in this world and then not exist anymore?

Disclaimer first. To anybody who wants to preach religiously. Please spare this blog.

It's so fustrating to try to find what you really want to do. At first I thought I wanted to teach computers to other people, but that sucked. It's quite fustrating and unfortunately quite boring. Then a programmer, but it makes me pissed at other people and unfortunately makes me very arrogant.

My parents tries to say that it's ok that I can take my time to think about what I want. But I can see that they want me to decide fast, as they're near retirement and I have to take the ball rolling soon.

And every day, I walk and see other people who got it made. You know, these are the ones who you know it's gonna be a doctor. He talks about bone and blood all the time, even during lunch. Or the one who talks about cars from the morning to evening.

Wouldn't it better to just not exist?

Fire Hazard at my doorstep

As I arrived to my computer room, I find that there are numerous wires all over my comps, like an alien has entangled its limbs to every single comp, except for the Mac. Fearing that if I disconnect some wires it'll probably lose the internet connection and lose power, I don't feel like to move it an inch. But it's growing. Every day I see more wires. Wires Wires Wires till the point until it's gone. One spark from 1 wire and this room is history.

Why not have wireless power? I don't know how that works in theory. But that'll be cool. Charging your batteries in your pocket. Using your PDA and when you arrive at a hotspot it'll charge itself? Heck, even electric cars will be useful coz it'll charge when it arrives at a hotspot. Cool isn't it?

Classes are slow compared to last I checked. Sigh only 2, target's 5 for the month. Well, it's sorta the 1st out of 3 weeks that I've put the ad, so lets hope for the best.

Besides the 2 are very interested, but not confirmed. Sigh.

brain not working. Need Coffee...Crap.

Life is probably more like crap. You probably won't know how bad it is until you step on one.

Nothing to write today

Empty soul walking by.

Move along.

The woes of NetMaster

A cybercafe in NetMaster who to this end have not maintained their wonderful comps and are rotting to the brink of extinction. It's because of this that I've lost so many games of Warcraft 3!

And Orcs are so cheating! YARGH!

err..fine I can't play that good :P

The ipod mini and it's life in 1 month.

Ipod mini.
Retail Price 1199.
iTrip FM Wireless transmitter 239.
Scolding the salesman and the service center for it to spoil twice in 2 weeks.
PRICELESS.

Yup. it's in the workshop, again. With the same problem. The menu button on the mini doesn't work and I can't go back in the menu after listening to some songs.

Which brings me to another point. Don't, i repeat DON'T buy any stuff from Megabuy Sdn Bhd. Their staff in my humble opinion seems pretty much clueless about everything and doesn't even bother to call back after repeatedly being told to do so to make sure everything's in warranty and/or in repair.

I must say also that in all aspects of Apple, one thing I really hate abit is their warranty. Sure it's free...but it's taking darn long.

apple. You either hate it or love it or eat it. Choose.

Life without coffee

Being a 6 cup coffee drinker a day guy, this was the hardest thing to do in my life. After the incident, I'm supposed to stay away from coffee for a while. Having said that it wasn't that easy.

Withdrawal symtoms set in, with hands and feet shaking without realisation that it is. And the nights that you so yearn to live in and the wee morning hours has been lost due to the excessive dizziness after 2am. Every pain in your body and your soul comes back from the time you've had your first cup to get rid of it all.

Heaven is in one cup, hell is when you're not drinking it.

Near Death Experience

Just when I got back from church camp, I was called for a game of Warcraft 3 in my friend's office. As I was heading to Taman Tun, a sudden but not so bad chest pains started to emerge. Thinking I pulled a muscle I kinda disregarded it.

As I was starting the computer. Drinking a can of Pepsi, the chest pains kept on hitting me like a brick on me, and I had problems breathing. Good thing there's a hospital nearby, so got admitted and got an ECG. Then I was talking about how I was feeling and all, the first thing I noticed is that the doctor was staring at me like I was talking to him in Spanish or French. After a few retries and recommunication, he told me that I'm having some gastric problems. When I drank that Pepsi, the acidity of something shot out of the stomach, forcing my eoshopagus (i have no idea how to spell this) to contract, causing breathing problems.

Pepsi kills man.

Locked out from my own home

Very weird. Two days back I was at a church camp at Tapah. Feeling bored, I took the next car home, only to find that the house is locked. Now, I have most of the keys to open it mind you. Just that there's this single piece of metallic lock that is barring me from my humble domain. My maid has left on a holiday, with the keys with her. So had to bunk in one of my mates. Sunday, just got back.

Remind me to burn that lock.

Why do I hate God?

One of the most weirdest questions that I asked myself every day. Why do I hate God?

This question bothers most Christians I gather, and I apologise for that. Maybe it's just me.

I've been a Christian most of my life. As a kid I've been going to Sunday school every sunday, listening to the stories of how people were being saved from their sins. A spark of smile came from the small kid at the back of the room knowing that there's hope.

But somehow things went astray. Being in an International School with a tradition to uphold, I started to lose my footing and fell. Being out with friends, never had time to go to church, playing games. I started to drift away.

First time I came back to the YF was when I was 12/13 (can't remember). A frightened kid who came back and saw the church again. This time I knew in my heart that I'll always never fit in. The church is a tight group, where generations of families have met together and mingled and everybody knew everybody except me. The odd one. By 19 I left. I've made alot of friends, but I was drifting. I knew it, it always was there. The excuses that I made was a cover up to feel how alone I am.

By 23, my favourite aunt passed away. Her last wish was for me to go back to church. Now at 24, as I'm listening to the lectures and sermons and made countless of good friends that I cherished for my entire life, I started hating God.

Why? Is it because that I'm blaming him to take away my aunt at such a moment where I've gotten angry at her.

Crap.

What is life?

Have you ever reached a time where you're at a lost? You recollect things in the past that was good and what if you've never left your first love? Or achieved something that you really yearned for decades or in the ages?

This blog is made by a soul who lost that desire. A caffeinated-lifeless walking body that goes through life to see what things are ahead of him.