Voula Papachristou's tweet that got her banned from the Olympics is the perfect start to the 2012 London games.
"with so many Africans in Greece at least the West Nile mosquitoes will eat homemade food."
hahahahahaha...nice ONE .
Friday, July 27, 2012
Not at the Olympics...
Voula Papachristou's tweet that got her banned from the Olympics is the perfect start to the 2012 London games.
"with so many Africans in Greece at least the West Nile mosquitoes will eat homemade food."
hahahahahaha...nice ONE .
Thursday, July 05, 2012
Sunday, July 01, 2012
Happy Retirement ...
... and yes, I've retired and that's a big yahoo for me.
Many would and will say when you retire, the boring years starts. The nothing-to-do days begin; the missing times spent with friends and colleagues dawns; the catching up of the void from your work life creeps in and makes you utterly lonely and a bit miserable and yes to all that blah blah blah cheap talk.
To me all that is crap lah!
I DON'T miss any of that. In fact, moneyless or filthy rich, no friends or all friends dead, hobbyless or too much of a hobby, no debts or debt ridden, in all honesty I REALLY don't care.
I've worked a little over 34 years and have still something like 10 of those years left in me. One thing I've learned, with all that income the major part of my work life was spent paying debts and bills. Nothing much to save.
One other thing I know for sure, by 30 years of age if one is not a millionaire, then one is certain to go down the years earning all the money but end up paying debts unless one strikes a lottery.
Well! the end days are here now. Life has indeed taken a bit of a boring twist but they're things I do to keep this aging body of mine moving.
Over the years, having started work at age 16 as a porter to a fruit wholesaler to finally clocking out from an MNC IT company; having worked in both private and civil sectors, I don't think I would want to go thru' all that all over again. I must say, the frustrations are immensely overwhelming so it's pointless to reminiscent all that anymore.
I've met people who prefer not to retire and continue like for forever, I wish them all the best.
As for me, I end it here.
Its' simply too beautiful to end it here and not continue anymore.
Many would and will say when you retire, the boring years starts. The nothing-to-do days begin; the missing times spent with friends and colleagues dawns; the catching up of the void from your work life creeps in and makes you utterly lonely and a bit miserable and yes to all that blah blah blah cheap talk.
To me all that is crap lah!
I DON'T miss any of that. In fact, moneyless or filthy rich, no friends or all friends dead, hobbyless or too much of a hobby, no debts or debt ridden, in all honesty I REALLY don't care.
I've worked a little over 34 years and have still something like 10 of those years left in me. One thing I've learned, with all that income the major part of my work life was spent paying debts and bills. Nothing much to save.
One other thing I know for sure, by 30 years of age if one is not a millionaire, then one is certain to go down the years earning all the money but end up paying debts unless one strikes a lottery.
Well! the end days are here now. Life has indeed taken a bit of a boring twist but they're things I do to keep this aging body of mine moving.
Over the years, having started work at age 16 as a porter to a fruit wholesaler to finally clocking out from an MNC IT company; having worked in both private and civil sectors, I don't think I would want to go thru' all that all over again. I must say, the frustrations are immensely overwhelming so it's pointless to reminiscent all that anymore.
I've met people who prefer not to retire and continue like for forever, I wish them all the best.
As for me, I end it here.
Its' simply too beautiful to end it here and not continue anymore.
Monday, June 25, 2012
The tale of the 2 Ashleys...
They are paid sky high salaries.
They jet set like Kings.
They drive cars you can't imagine buying.
They have homes all over the world.
They travel to play in style.
Their WAGS follow them when they travel.
They decree themselves Gods.
Their media hail them as Titans.
Their league is the most expensive on this planet.
But at EURO 2012 against Italy - England couldn't even score to win.
Sunday, June 24, 2012
A time - to ponder or pander ?
Lately, I haven't written anything constructive. All I do is scribble and not bother if anyone reads or comments on my scribbles. This indolent-laziness in me I attribute to being mind-dry, travel-fagged, work-stress and "no-one-reads-my-blog-anyway" reasonings.
Clint Eastwood in one of his movies said, there could a million reasons why I should not pull the trigger but right now punk, I can't think of one."
Well! the same here constructively. The same pill had come to haunt me.
But sometimes I do try. In Malaysia, if you notice, our fellow Malaysians and politicians have a load full of things to puke and write owing to the dysfunctional system we have amongst our "learned" politicians and of course our half-cooked Government.
In fact, if you plan taking up journalism, Malaysia is the bed-rock to hone your skills. No joke!. Ideas and topics are abound. Just by going about writing on the misgivings we stumble upon, you can even go for that early double degree in journalism. All you need is to write all about our political hungry clowns. What ever you do, you'll either win the Pulitzer and/or rot in Sungei Buloh Jail - the dreaded Sing-Sing of Malaysia or get that dreaded degree.
With all their monkey-antics, mudblood nonsense and the barrage of "shot-in-the-foot" speeches made over the media and airwaves, we really aren't short of Mr. Bean vs Scenario nonsense.
Que: The Malaysian parliament when in session gives us ample ideas and reasons to becoming a good or better writer or journalist. You need to get a passage into this august house and it will dawn upon you, you had playfully with a thumb in your mouth had walked into a zoo while the feeding frenzy of monkeys and macaws are in place.
Parliament is where without doubt we argue on our differences, our legislature, law and everything healthy to spur the nation and its people to betterment; to find amicable solutions and to give rise to a nation fuddled with debts and poverty. But hell NO - we have a Parliament full of tail wiggling monkeys arguing and fighting over who ate Belacan or which lady is going through her monthly recess. (remmy that one?)
I too jumped into the bandwagon to hone my skills - can't you see? Once in a while I take a swipe at our elected numbnut politicians. I'm too am honing my skills here.
Some have extended their tirades into debates and licentiously show-off their long forgotten cave-dwelling inheritances to the public. They make statements and when checked, you may find you have actually in a long time coming stumbled upon a prehistoric fossil. And of course never forgetting their "super" language and oratory skills. Our 'depository' of men and women sermoning out their tirades are never short of again - Mr Bean meets Rajikanth meets Lau Poo Tze.
Our immense data of grown-ups' conundrum keeps growing. Now, this is what we Malaysians call Malaysia Boleh!
A new spin off to speeches was the one about ex-army men who wiggled their butts and inadvertently franchised off a new "senaman buntut" to the public. Way to go soldiers - if in dire need the nation calls for reinforcements, we call upon the butt-aerobic soldiers to wiggle their butts and we may even win the war. We have an exemplary example of army men to the front to save guard the King and its subjects. This is what the Malaysian Government is today. Ruling 50 over years, and this is what we can expect even if Singapore is to wage war over our waters.
If you're a foreigner, welcome. You have no idea what we have in store come our 13th General Elections in Malaysia. Stay tuned.
Psstt ++ On a stricter note, do take time to ponder over all the musings we bloggers are writing and ask why?
This isn't about dissatisfaction or clowning around. This is all about saving the nation and to bring about a betterment to the quality of life we now have. Is this too much to ask?
We urgently need to rewrite history and change all misgivings and the government, not for me but for the future of those who shall carry our names and our forefather's into the future.
Clint Eastwood in one of his movies said, there could a million reasons why I should not pull the trigger but right now punk, I can't think of one."
Well! the same here constructively. The same pill had come to haunt me.
But sometimes I do try. In Malaysia, if you notice, our fellow Malaysians and politicians have a load full of things to puke and write owing to the dysfunctional system we have amongst our "learned" politicians and of course our half-cooked Government.
In fact, if you plan taking up journalism, Malaysia is the bed-rock to hone your skills. No joke!. Ideas and topics are abound. Just by going about writing on the misgivings we stumble upon, you can even go for that early double degree in journalism. All you need is to write all about our political hungry clowns. What ever you do, you'll either win the Pulitzer and/or rot in Sungei Buloh Jail - the dreaded Sing-Sing of Malaysia or get that dreaded degree.
With all their monkey-antics, mudblood nonsense and the barrage of "shot-in-the-foot" speeches made over the media and airwaves, we really aren't short of Mr. Bean vs Scenario nonsense.
Que: The Malaysian parliament when in session gives us ample ideas and reasons to becoming a good or better writer or journalist. You need to get a passage into this august house and it will dawn upon you, you had playfully with a thumb in your mouth had walked into a zoo while the feeding frenzy of monkeys and macaws are in place.
Parliament is where without doubt we argue on our differences, our legislature, law and everything healthy to spur the nation and its people to betterment; to find amicable solutions and to give rise to a nation fuddled with debts and poverty. But hell NO - we have a Parliament full of tail wiggling monkeys arguing and fighting over who ate Belacan or which lady is going through her monthly recess. (remmy that one?)
I too jumped into the bandwagon to hone my skills - can't you see? Once in a while I take a swipe at our elected numbnut politicians. I'm too am honing my skills here.
Some have extended their tirades into debates and licentiously show-off their long forgotten cave-dwelling inheritances to the public. They make statements and when checked, you may find you have actually in a long time coming stumbled upon a prehistoric fossil. And of course never forgetting their "super" language and oratory skills. Our 'depository' of men and women sermoning out their tirades are never short of again - Mr Bean meets Rajikanth meets Lau Poo Tze.
Our immense data of grown-ups' conundrum keeps growing. Now, this is what we Malaysians call Malaysia Boleh!
A new spin off to speeches was the one about ex-army men who wiggled their butts and inadvertently franchised off a new "senaman buntut" to the public. Way to go soldiers - if in dire need the nation calls for reinforcements, we call upon the butt-aerobic soldiers to wiggle their butts and we may even win the war. We have an exemplary example of army men to the front to save guard the King and its subjects. This is what the Malaysian Government is today. Ruling 50 over years, and this is what we can expect even if Singapore is to wage war over our waters.
If you're a foreigner, welcome. You have no idea what we have in store come our 13th General Elections in Malaysia. Stay tuned.
Psstt ++ On a stricter note, do take time to ponder over all the musings we bloggers are writing and ask why?
This isn't about dissatisfaction or clowning around. This is all about saving the nation and to bring about a betterment to the quality of life we now have. Is this too much to ask?
We urgently need to rewrite history and change all misgivings and the government, not for me but for the future of those who shall carry our names and our forefather's into the future.
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Tour joke...!!
I came across this advert in the papers yesterday and I couldn't help but notice the tour prices advertised and price comparisons amongst some other famous tour destinations within Asia.
What got me quizzed is the tour price to Bali, a favourite destination amongst world travellers in Indonesia and Pulau Redang (Malaysia), a much quieter place in the South China Sea.
Bali is like four flight hours from Kuala Lumpur while Redang is 60 minutes away. But, the trip to Bali is only RM1,188.00 while to Redang is RM1,798.00.
** USD1 = RM3.00
How is it a tour to Redang is more expensive then to Bali? Opps...Bangkok is only RM988 and Siem Reap - RM1,388.00.
Inland tour operators in Malaysia should take the initiative to promote inland tours and make it more affordable than anything else but here it looks like after looking at the prices, it's a lot cheaper to fly to a foreign destination then to tour your own country.
H.I.S Travel (Malaysia) Sdn Bhd - could you care to explain?
What got me quizzed is the tour price to Bali, a favourite destination amongst world travellers in Indonesia and Pulau Redang (Malaysia), a much quieter place in the South China Sea.
Bali is like four flight hours from Kuala Lumpur while Redang is 60 minutes away. But, the trip to Bali is only RM1,188.00 while to Redang is RM1,798.00.
** USD1 = RM3.00
How is it a tour to Redang is more expensive then to Bali? Opps...Bangkok is only RM988 and Siem Reap - RM1,388.00.
Inland tour operators in Malaysia should take the initiative to promote inland tours and make it more affordable than anything else but here it looks like after looking at the prices, it's a lot cheaper to fly to a foreign destination then to tour your own country.
H.I.S Travel (Malaysia) Sdn Bhd - could you care to explain?
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
White Crow ..
What a coincidence...I chanced upon this white crow foraging, which brought
back something I was working on some time ago.
And now this has got me thinking....!
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