Un-Love : The Origin

So that's just sums up the topic about hate. But today's topic is not about hate. It's about something else. It's about the ability to un-love. Yes, un-love. No, not the the kind that you have your heart broken by infidelity and having to split half your hard earned moolah during the divorce. This is something much more subtle. I'm talking about the fine lines between flaming infatuation, passionate lust and ardent love. There's actually two parts of this; the first being the process of falling in 'love' and the second, what do you do when the feeling's not mutual between two parties. Forgive my ignorance if I contradict the perception of love with the ones that you hold. Forgive me again if the way I express myself in this topic is not as much as clear as a crystal mirror. I try. And considering this my first attempt at exposing my inner thoughts on love, I guess I'm entitled to some lenient judging. On with the show then.

I've read a fair deal on love. I'm sure most of us have and most of us are familiar with the all so popular feeling of falling head over heels over someone. The feeling of someone to hold and to share your ups and down, to feel emotionally secured, the warmth of being cared for, etc etc. And I'm also certain that the familiarity of the downsides of a relationship is also very much evident. The critics of how men are pigs and how women are cold cruel creatures can only reflect on one's depressing past experiences. We as humans in general are emotional creatures. Having state the obvious fact, like any other creatures of the Earth, we are built with self defence mechanisms when threatened. Moths camouflage themselves, frogs secrete deadly fluids, birds take flight. Us humans when threatened physically become hyper aware of our surroundings ready to fight to survive. But unlike insects, amphibians or reptilians, we have emotions. Sometimes I really do think that this gift is more suited to be labeled a curse. So being emotional beings, what do we do when we're emotionally threatened? We ingest ice cream. Tubs of it. Over a period of time. Until our bellies are the size of Mars and finally die of a heart failure at which emotions become irrelevant and thus putting us out of the potential dangers of being emotionally hurt.

Unless you're born with Haagen Daaz imprinted into your DNA that governs your appetite, then most probably the dead fat human wouldn't be you. Matter of fact is that we do get defensive when emotionally threatened. All of us has a invisible shield in which we protect our heart. Be it our feelings for family, friends, lover or something dear to us, we're always alert of things being said to us or thing done in relation to us. It's not a surprise that a simple combination words can cause more pain than a bullet piercing through the heart. At the right time and right place, the right words can make or ruin a person. So we are aware of the deadly consequences and thus we are always on guard. More so if past experiences were not of the best. We become skeptical, we become doubtful, we become fake. We also realize that to be emotionally closed in this society is asking to be cast aside, to be ignored, doomed for solitude. And being social creatures that we are, being in solitude is akin to being slapped in the face and asked to perform hara-kiri.

TBC....

Mojo Shots - Suicide Attempt at KL Tower

Some bunch of ppl with testicles impairments decided that their titanium made balls were too much of a burden to their sex lives so they decided to jump off Kl towers in a bleak effort to soften their sack of balls. :P

it's a bird, it's a plane...no...it's TITANIUS TESTIS!

You can't c me...I'm a cloud...lalala

Watch Surprise

What a week! Been super busy preparing for back to back project rollouts and on top of that, there were the usual moments of emotional highs lows of my roller coaster moods.
Last week I gat a surprise of my life when I received a Timex watch. Ironically we were supposed to celebrated Wai Lan's BD but I was the one who received a gift instead. The fact that the gang were SHOCKINGLY ONE MONTH LATE really complimented to the SHOCKING SURPRISE. Being foreign to such circumstances, I guess I just froze. For the moment in time, my brain was searching frantically in my Emotions dictionary for the right expression. Unfortunately there's no such expression listed so I just responded with a blank face and 2 incomprehensible words "WahLau EH!".

Oi..SpiderMan wear this you know....dun play play!
Jojo Curry Kai -> Thanks guys. Knowing how miskin u ppl are and u still managed something like that....I'm speechless. Luv d watch, luv u ppl.

Mojo News : Stars spotted at Neway.

Monday 20 August 2007 KL - Last Sunday at 12.00am local time, there were reported sightings of Jacky Cheung, Penny Tai, David Tao and Janice Wai Lan having a secret mini joint concert at Neway Times Square. Sources say that these 4 super stars were sighted walking into Neway dressed very casually. Janice was was said to be dressed as a man to avoid being recognized. Penny was wearing aunty galsses and seemed to have newspapers under her clothes to make herself seem fleshier. It was clearly too no avail as a crowd quickly formed and Neway officials had to cordon off the entrance and enlisted the help of security personnel to keep the over enthusiastic crowd in order. Witnesses at the scene said the situation there and then was 'very chaotic'.

Shortly after the 4 stars were escorted to their VIP karaoke room, some of the crowd dispersed. However, there were still some avid fans that stayed until closing time jsut to catch a glimpse of the stars. Some were seen to have raised tents and campfires outside Neway but they were quickly discouraged by jumping guards bearing fire extinguishers. Apparently it was Janice's birthday and the 4 stars decided to meet up for a chit chor chit chor session at the local karaoke parlour when their flights coincidentally clashed at KLIA.

From left to right: David Tau Cher, Jacky Cheung Hot Oil, Janice 'Pavarotti' Wai Lan and Penny Tai Tai.
Cheung is currently preparing for an upcoming concert in Malaysia. He is still fighting allegations of being the one sodomized in Klang that was brought on him. Tai is currently on a world tour promoting her new album 'Bao Zhi Di Ku' (direct translation means Newspaper Underwear). Tao was on his way back to Taiwan after a live performance in Cuba when his plane gat grounded at KLIA because a naked Taliban was caught masturbating in the cargo area. Janice was enroute back to Hong Kong from Italy where she finished visiting her new mentor, Pavarotti. All four safely departed from Neway at 5am.

Janice stretching her newly acquired Pavarotti vocal chords.

Weekend High n Low

Friday night. I'm fresh outta shower and slumping lazily on the couch with only my jeans on. Astro was switched to channel 85 which was broadcasting the live telecast of the World Badminton Championship at Bukit Jalil. Koo Kean Keat and Tan Boon Heong (I think), our local badminton heroes was pitched against a pair from Japan. Havent heard of them, but damn those japanese were lightning quick. In the middle of all the smashes and blocks, I picked up my phone and set away a electonic telegraph bearing the words "Are you at flame yet?". Our local racquet bearing crusaders were fighting with all their might against the japanese but inspite of an plausible effort, the result was a let down. The young malaysian pair lost by a hairline margin. I had earlier fore casted that the outcome would be of a similar scene. Having to bear a nation's expectation at the age of 21 and be solely responsible for the entire nation's disappointment and to know it was cause by making a few stupid mistakes in succession; they are sure to face the music in the sports section of tomorrow's papers. But I still respected them. And in some ways I pitied them.

As I watched two disgraced youngsters walk off the court with their tails between their legs, my phone complained of an incoming sms. 'Changed venue. we go qbar'. I pressed on the keypad frantically and with a humorous comment replied 'Kambing now' (means coming now:P).
45 minutes later, I was sitting at an outdoor table outside Q bar with my associate YT and 2 of his clients, a japanese and a thai. Having downed a few glasses of JD, all of us were getting abit high. I was glued with a conversation with Nagasawa-san, both of us exchanging experiences on racing cars and seems as though we understood each other although I didn't know what he was talking about half the time. Just as we downed the God-knows-how-many round of 'Cheers!' , my phone again complained of an incoming sms. 'Coming?'. Again I frantically pressed on the keypad and replied with a 'Yeah. Will be there in a sec'.

1am. In the midst of an empty JD bottle, a drunk jap and a high thai, we decided to call it night. Hmm....at least they decided to call it a night. I have to go for a second round. Drove back to taman desa, picked up jo and off we went back down to KL. We found a parking right outside zouk and squeezed my mom's kelisa into it. I called Jane. "Oi, tai siu che, we're here". "We san ben chor lar. Lei kom chii". My heart sank upon hearing the reply. As though it was not bad enough being late, jane had to add salt to the wound by ending with a sarcastic "Lei geh second hor, chan hai tuen wor". I could only muster out a jokingly said "Soli soli". After the usual after-clubbing-yum-cha ceremony, we headed our separate way. The jane-gang back to their caves and me and jo back to our hideouts.

UUuuuu...Sexy Back!!!
3am. Zipping along Seremban highway in my mom's kelisa, I, because of the all the forces of nature undiscovered by mankind, suddenly uttered "Let's go KLIA eat Burger King". Now why I suggested something like this at the time is still incomprehensible even to myself. This is right up there with the Bermuda Triangle phenomenon. A couple of tolls and what felt like a 1000 kms later, we were sitting at Burger Kings, munching of chicken fingers that tasted like a dinosaur meat with pepper, sipping on coffee that I swear looks and tastes like raw petroleum. What's more the King's delicacies were served to us by un-humorous zombie like creatures standing behind the cashier. Gee! 4.30am at the airport sure is quiet....and cold. I wonder where all the ppl are? DUH!!. Looking at the departure board, with all destinations flickering on and off, I thought, wouldn't it be great it I could purchase a ticket there and then and just fly off to where ever I wanna go. So after our expedition around KLIA and 'savoring' zombie food, we start our 2 tolls and 1000km route home. Ahh.. home sweet home....bed warm bed. ZZZzzzzz..

Mauritius? No idea where's that but sounds beautiful...

50 Things About You.

1. You are independent.
2. You are outgoing.
3. You are talkative.
4. You are a Libran.
5. You are a horse.
6. You don't unconstructive criticisms.
7. You are cute.
8. You are temperamental.
9. You are impatient.
10. You are loyal.
11. You are fiercely protective of your family.
12. You love chicken wings.
13. You have a nice voice.
14. You like wine.
15. You like hard liquor.
16. You don't like beer.
17. You have occasional stomach disorders.
18. You have been hospitalized for appendix surgery.
19. You like sleeping.
20. You are sometimes lazy.
21. You are pretty.
22. You dream every night.
23. You have occasional dizziness.
24. Your hometown is in Cameron highlands.
25. You are forgetful.
26. You are always late.
27. You have attractive hair.
28. You have a bad sense of direction.
29. You are STUBBORN!
30. Your ambition is to become a lawyer.
31. You play the guitar
32. You place love as the highest priority.
33. You are humorously clumsy.
34. You like traveling a lot.
35. You like singing.
36. You enjoy tea.
37. Your biggest regret was playing a joke on someone and no chance to apologize.
38. You are insecure.
39. You always insist on paying your share.
40. You are always broke.
41. You are funny.
42. You are caring.
43. Your best friend is a cancerian.
44. You panic quite easily.
45. You are quite jakun sometimes.
46. You are smart.
47. You are responsible.
48. You can be eerily cold.
49. You dream of opening a tea house.
50. You are beautiful.

Where are you?

Good Take Good Take!

Last evening I gat a visit from Mr.Jacky Cheung. Apparently he was in Malacca for his bro's convo and decided to drop by my place for dinner on the way back. We decided to invite Wai Lan as well but he had just finished a signatory concert in Shah Alam and was on the way back. While waiting for Wai Lan to arrive, Mr.Cheung and I decided to do a little live acoustic stint on one of his old classics "Ngo Ying Goi". Mr.Cheung was on vocals (obvously!) and yours truly was on guitar. This was the result. Enjoy!



*voice edited in order to avoid me paying royalties...broke mar! summore mr.cheung dowan to gimme discount :(...*

Cool Surf

As if the laptop is not already convenient enough, my bro had to go get himself a 32" LCD teli, hook it up to a laptop, hook that up to a wireless keyboard and boast around when I was at his place. Damn.. internet access on a high definition 32" lcd does look good and all in the comforts of a living room. This is like bringing a whole new era to multitasking. I could be downloading from Youtube, checking my blog, P2P-ing, channel surfing on astro and watching a 9 chai all at the same time. Man, I gotta get me one of these. Kewl!!

Kewwwwllll...

obviously...:P

HP Team Building 07

Having dragged myself out of bed after the alarm worked overtime, I found myself at the lobby of One World hotel at 8am in the morning on a Saturday. There were already a bunch of HP zombies walking around the hallway and most of them were crowded at the particular few tables set up. FOOD!!! I thought and proceed to grab a plate and joined the zombies at for the AM feast. Fried noodles, mee hon and parts of chickens grilled. Uh!! the noodles was not fantastic and the chicken tasted like roadkill. Maybe the it's because the senses are still asleep because most of the zombie seems quite happy chomping away at their expired worms and cold roadkill.

Identifying my team mates were a chore as I only one person in my assigned team and when the registration and zombie herding process were done, I finally got to meet the lot of them introduced myself and got their names which I forgot in 30 seconds. Then the first task was assigned... to build a tower that as high as possible and a bridge as strong as possible... all out of newspaper. Great! my 'close encounter' with Cameron Diaz was abruptly interrupted so I could wake up and build paper towers and bridge. And if that's not bad enough I had to go ahead and exercise my engineering ingenuity by suggesting a plan for the tower built in a way that it would only work if we'd were in space. Fortunately I wasn't in charge of the bridge build and that did pretty well holding up 140 marbles because the thing collapsed. Oh, my tower measured 5ft 1 because it literally tumble on top of itself rite after the the event organizers were done with it. What a relieve.

The usher jumped back on stage and in a very very very energetic way, imposed that the torture was over. Now it's time for hell. The second challenge. There were 40 teams each with 7-10 members. I was Team 8 with 9 members. We had to search the whole 1U, new and old wing, every nook and cranny, for a pirate bearing the color of our respective team bandannas. We were also given RM30 for each of us to purchase our team uniforms and with the remainder of the $$, buy our lunches. The team with most amount of money remaining scores most points. No wonder there was no lunch stated on the agenda list. Bastards!!. So the air horn blew and we were off. The girls to shop for uniforms, the guys to look for the bloody pirate. Off I went like a jack rabbit, passerbys' staring as though I was being chased by T-rex. I search the stair wells, the car parks, the toilet before my hp rang and one of my members spoke excitedly "He's in Starbucks New Wing". How convenient. We rendezvoused at Starbucks, obviously, gat our 'uniforms' disributed, wore them, and then hell become few floors deeper. The pirate handed us an envelope with a sly grin.

More tasks!!! Pictures given, identify the shops. Tag lines given, identify the brands. Two tasks given, carry them out. Crap...another round of jack rabbit running around. Next time I knew I was as celebrity fitness cranking my abs over a 100 situps and running a 2km distance on the treadmill. All this while wearing my so-called 'uniform' which smelt and looked like like a rice guni and was 2 size larger. I felt like wearing an evening gown rather then a shirt. By the time I stepped out of the celebrity fitness, I looked like I had just finished a marathon hookering session with a 100 prostitutes. I was white, out of breath and was leaking fluid like period. Next task... to bowl blindfolded. Off we went to the bowling center. 3 members with 2 attempts each, one point for each pin fallen, we proudly completed the task with a total of 15 points. And so we joined the rest of the party for a mad search of answers for the remaining clues. It came as no surprise as 1 U seemed so much like unfamiliar territory when the answers remain persistently out of my sights. I think the I've walked the amount of distance in 1U in that one hour I would have in 3 lifetimes. My legs were about to disintegrate anytime.

After submitting the answers, we were adjourned temporarily for the day. There was still dinner and the remaining task was to elect one of the team members and dress him/her up as a pirate. In less than half a second, I disappeared. U'd have to strip me off my skin before I'd even conjure up the notion of being a dress up pirate. In bed with a hot women, anytime. In public, mebbe in the next forever time. Reached home 5pm. Finally some good sleep. Alarm rang at 7pm. Felt like I closed my eyes for just 2 seconds. Sigh. Up and away I go again. I was pretty impressed by the dedication of the other teams. Their 'pirate' were pretty elaborate and man did they put an effort into it. In stark contrast, I was humored intensely when I reached my dinner table designated for my team and saw a 'pirate' that seems like he just came back from a vacation on Hawaii. The indiana jones hat, the floral shirt, outdoor vest, safari shorts and best of all, gold colored face holding a cigar. My GOD!!!.... I was speechless.


The night went out with women dancing on stage and half naked men performing somersaults. The fact that Fat Fabs from Hitz was there was quite a surprise. Appetizer consisted of an undersized bread with butter we had to spread ourselves. There was a soup that looked like it had mushrooms and vege produced from a blender. The main course was shrimp anc caviar with it's portion so small, it'd be digested before you could even swallow it. Add a piece of chicken breast on a nicely decorated plate and wahlah....dinner is served! Then there was the lucky draw. 3 draws with a total of approximately 50 people in the list and not one of the rows in the list bear my name. How depressing to see them wake away happily with their Ipods, cameras, PLAYSTATION 3!!!, home theater systems and ultimately 32" LCD tvs. Sigh. Then came the prize presentation teams and again no calls for Team 8. Time to go home. With only a Rm100 voucher and a Sonicgear headphone in hand; both part of the door gift; I said my goodbyes with my acquaintances for the day and rode off into the traffic lights.

Un-Love : To hate

We all know that hate can consume us. The many lessons and advise to forgive and forget has made it a matter of fact that not bearing any feeling of hate is in fact, an upside to our health, our personality and our life. Believe me when I say I've had my fair share of grudges. Dating back to my secondary school years, there was Mr.Ramani, my discipline teacher, who caned me on a few occasions. Now, I wasn't the brightest kid during the time nor was I popular in anyway, but I was definitely not the defiant type. It was just my luck when I was placed in a class full of hooligans and so happens on one occasion the rotan landed on my feet during perhimpunan when the shouts and calls of dear old Mr.Ramani fell on deaf ears. And if that wasn't bad enough, I was again caned for forgetting to bring one of my text books home from school. From then on the feeling of hate embedded itself so deep into my emotional workings that up until the today, I could still remember clearly how I felt so angry not being given a chance or being punished because of my bad luck. It is moments like this that made me hate attending school. I couldnt see the point in attending a organization when the rule and the people enforcing them, in my point of view at that time, only reflected injustice.

Then there were the 'best friends' who seemed like they'd die for you one day and suddenly turned on you for no reason the next. As I got older and wiser, I realised the 'best friends' that I had known throughout my naive years were treating me as a financial pawn. I was a lonely kid then, and having only the interest in the pixelated games, I visited the arcade quite often, after school hours of course. I got so good at it that I eventually started 'financing' 'friends' to join my rather dissipative activity. Eventually they become my 'best friends' out of the result of my own naiveness and when I the fact of it punched me in the stomach, I decided to take action and break ties. I switched school and the rest was history. However, the hatred from them remains and not one day pass by that, frankly, I wished these people would pay dearly for what they've cast upon me during my childhood era. It might be because I'm Cancerian and I'm prone to greater emotional amplification or it might be one of the many traits embedded into my DNA strand. The notion of revenge seemed so strong. Nowadays I just get by this notion by telling myself I'm a much better person because of them and if not for people like these, I wouldn't be where I am today.

TBC......

Dream On

I believe that everyone should have, at least, a dream. It doesn't really matter if it's achievable or not; that just another matter all together, but everyone must/should have a dream. It's the one thing that can give the least bit of direction in our lives. It's something we should look forward to, our haven to retreat to when we're down on faith or hope. It's something that keeps up going. Realists might argue that if it's unachievable then there's no point in dreaming. Pessimists wont even dream at all. Critics say it's a waste of time. I say they're an unadventurous lot that spend their lives trying to 'get rich' and in the end, end up in their 70s driving their convertible Mercedes trying to catch back their lost youth. They'd probably die of a heart attack caused by the adrenaline rush driving past 40kmh. Ironically, it's their sons and daughters that get their moolah and it's their sons and daughters that blow all their hard earned assets buying condoms and financing abortions.

So you see, if you have a dream, let say, you dreamt about being the next Micheal Schumacher, that dream somewhat defines your world and your personality, and being human, you're never satisfied with just dreaming. You strive to achieve it, to at least get a taste or a touch of it. So knowing that being an F1 driver is akin to producing diamonds when you shit, you settle for the next best thing; be a Ferrari driver. As such, the enigma of the dream will have you robbing a bank (just kidding!)....working your ass off saving up or ultimately renting a Ferrari. So unlike the critics, realists and losers, you get to drive a Ferrari before the age of 70.

So what's the difference driving a Ferrari now and when you're 70 you ask? As the chinese proverb conveniently puts it, sky and land comparison. For one, you'll be able to powerslide the car at demonic speeds in access of 180kmh and not worry bout rupturing a veterbre or slipping a disc. You definitely wont die of a heart attack and for all you care, you might be texting your mistress with one hand, cigar in another, your right feet on the steering wheel, your left trying to change the cd on the player and all this while your girlfriend is giving you a blowjob. Abit exaggerated yes, but you get the point. It really beats the purpose of having a car you cant drive, owning a house you can enjoy for long or marrying a hot wife you cant satisfy. Plus, there's always something alluring about driving an expensive car, owning a big house and having a hot wife during the age period when you're not expected to. Everything would seem so perfect. Now imagine a 70 year old in the picture and uh...the scene becomes so inappropriate to the point it's almost disgusting.

There is also something amazing about chasing dreams I have to stress about. You can blow all your savings, rob a bank and even disown your family chasing it or chasing the next best thing. But at the end of life, when you close your eyes for the last time and white flashes of your life's highlights goes by, you smile. There's no regrets and there is nothing wrong is chasing one's dream. Heck, it might be the only purpose in life that we're built for. Else why would we be having dreams? It's something embedded into us, like a pre-programmed microchip, something we cant erase. It can make us a happier person, a better person in fact, someone who seems 'successful'. And it will help save our children from being charity gigolos and impregnated sluts. We will live life without knowing the meaning of regret and we will never be disgusting old fags driving a red open top Merc or a yellow Rolls at 40kmh in the fast lane on Kesas. That is the same reason why I have new Yamaha acoustic guitar in my room and my Maybank account has 'donated' a hefty RM400 to the hospitable people at Yamaha Midvalley. So wat's my dream? Think Metallica, think Gun N Roses, think Marilyn Manson. Haha. What's yours?

Angel

If there really exists a place call heaven,
may it's makers bless upon you an angel by your side
So thou shalt not despair, so thou shalt not fear
And thou shalt not totter in the presence of loneliness

If there really exists a place call hell,
Let all despairs, let all the fear
And all the tottering be cast into this hell
And then let it's makers be blind
Cursed from ever being shone the light reflected off thou's eyes


And so let there be nights
It's cool caresses your face
It's dreams so vivid and perfect
It's clothes akin my touch on thou's lingering soft skin

And so let there be life
Wear it ostentatiously
Carry it bravely
Love it whole-heartedly
Teach it truly

Now with feet trembling at the edge of forever
The depth of uncertainty black and dark
Thou shall no longer be alone
For this angel is by your side
His fingers around yours.

Mojo Joke - Wife Wants Present

A wife was very unhappy with her car and complained a lot to her husband .
Knowing her birthday was coming up shortly, she said to her husband... ' Buy me a surprise for my birthday . Something that accelerates from 0 to 100 in 4 seconds! And I would prefer a blue one! '
Happy and excited she was counting the days to her birthday.
And on the day she finally got the beautiful present her husband thoughtfully bought....



The poor guy is dead today, and his wife ' s in jail for murder !!!!!!

Genting N Cigarettes

It's 3am on a Sunday morning. I should be sleeping at this hour considering I'm on medication for my acne complications but instead I'm cruising down Kesas highway. Besides the yet again repeated Jacky Cheung playing in the background and the howling of my engine, there was a serene environment in the cabin. Looking at my passenger side, I could see her sound asleep, wondering what's she's dreaming about. The was no doubt the other fella at the back was dreaming bout some AV idol in Japan. We'd just came down from Genting and were on our way home. Rewind a few hours earlier, we were at Coffee Beans up in the hill have out Americano, Cappuccino and Latte freezing out asses off.

Life never ceases to amaze me. One minute I was watching the rerun of Godzilla on Astro and the next we were up in Genting with our T-shirts and jeans and for one, shorts. Such a hilarious disaster, holding our drink with our numb fingers and cursing the Gods everytime the wind blew. The thermometer inside First World showed and 16.7C. What an understated figure. When we walked outside and when the first gush of wind hit out faces, it felt more like -10C. The flesh around my face had become frozen so I headed to a nearby sundry shop so I could borrow their microwave. The weather conditions must have froze my brain as well causing a involuntarily reflex of asking for a pack of Kent20s Super Lights and involuntarily paying for it. Shucks, attempt of quitting the bloody thing have yet again been hindered. Time to visit my local pharmacist for more supply of nico gum. Tze Yin!!! here I come. hehe.

Coffee Bean at Genting
Freeeeezzzzzinggg...



Introducing the Chu Duo

Project CYOL

It's Friday and I have half a container of unfinished macaroni and cheese lying on my work desk. I am munching away on my packet of M&M's and I pretty satisfied with myself. This week, I made an effort to cook all my lunches. All 5 days of home made, low fat, high protein and most importantly cost saving mid day meals. That was the mission. And I had to accomplish it without burning, breaking or blowing up my kitchen. The result? My kitchen's still pretty much intact. Haha. I had earlier shopped for the week's supply which cost my a little over RM100. This was ok, since most of the items can last beyond a week I figured that'd save some cost in the long run. The shopping part was tiring, being harassed by loan sharks and all. The cooking was fun but the cleaning part was tedious. So was it worth the effort to make my own lunches? Apart from late night preparations and early morning Saturday shopping trips, yes it was. But I will state that it's not the most cost saving but it's definitely healthy. Cost saving would be going to the nearby stall and eating the same few dishes of chap fan and suet cha everyday. That cost roughly less than rm5 at my place. But everyday of the same thing's sickening. Bringing your own food cost a little more in terms of effort and money but it's satisfying to eat your own home cooked meals. And it's a plus point when you're explaining what gravy you used to make that mac and cheese super tasty to the resident office hottie. :P

Ham and cheese sandwich

Beef pita

Maceroni and cheese with chicken

*CYOL = cook your own lunch

Mojo Injury of the Month

This is what happens when you're in a futsal match with David Beckham and Ronaldinho playing against you and you try to be a hero goalkeeper.

Result of an attempt to block a midfield goal attempt by the local David Beckham.

Finger looking no good :(

ICU treatment.....cold as hell

Moral of the story -> when playing against the likes of Beckham and Ronaldinho, never be the goally.