The Fear of Watermelons

I just finished this 2 day stint in this event organized by a partner company where we had this amazing treasure hunt thing 2 days ago and even though my team (which consisted of me and this girl, Jenny) finished last, it was quite an experience. Everything else was spot on and I can't believe I played the whole thing more by the book than I would normally do. In the end I found out the winner literally lied, cheated and stole his way to the top.

Gotta kick myself for totally being such a straight arrow.

The 1st challenge was a "spot the difference" challenge. We were given two pretty similar pictures that had 10 differences. The picture was Chelsea celebrating their recent Premiere League win. No problem.

The 2nd challenge was basically constructing a name of a place using the first letters of a few pictures on a piece of paper given to us. Took us some time 'cause we missed out the minuscule instructions located on the back of the paper. Shucks for me to be unobservant as always.

The 3rd challenge was to ask 5 complete strangers for a ringgit each and in the end use that money to get and eat some ice-cream from McDs. Wasn't a problem for me since we played the "damsel in distress" angle on all of 'em. Last part was pretty ingenious. We told the clown to give us as LITTLE as possible on the cone. The dude must've been so confused... Who asks for LESS?! =P

The 4th challenge was in Taman D.R Whatsisname. This... was the WORST challenge. It was a 2 part challenge. One was to finish a WHOLE GODDAMN WATERMELON. I now have a reverse-orgasm-inducing fear of watermelon. Even the thought of a slice... that red mass on a green piece just... sends chills down my spine. I used to love it. I blame these bastards for killing my love for it. At least it was watermelon, not durian. If they made me hate durians, I would have made 'em eat it... with the skin on. Anyways, 2nd part of the challenge was to complete a riddle, in MANDARIN... how discriminating... and a math problem, which those bastards wrote wrongly... Not complaining at all... things like these happen when AMATEURS conduct events like these.

The 5th challenge was a 2-parter again. 1st we had to separate soy beans (I thought it looked like so and I stick by my observation despite being told otherwise) and red beans. With chopsticks. Just imagine. Next up was a massive search effort in that garden in front of the Ipoh Train Station. *huge restraint* Our clues were so damn hidden it would've been easier and cleaner if they stuck 'em in people's ass cracks and told us to sift through the pubes to get 'em.

In the end, after all my bragging, I finished last. Yeah, yay me. Never mind... bruised egos heal faster than real bruises... which I have aplenty after my girl hit me for sticking to close to the other girl... Why'd I have to get stuck with another young thing?! Nah... didn't really get hit that bad... Hahahahaa... She was joking anyways...

Anyways, at the end of the whole goddamned challenge, I came out with a sore body that lasts to this day due to my extremely peak physical status, a parking ticket, a slightly bruised ego and a HUGE AVERSION TO WATERMELONS.

Alright, maybe a whole new appreciation for how easy the job is compared to the whole thing, but I still hate the fact that I hate watermelons now. Those cunts at that other company will pay and I swear... literally that company... is full of cunts. I'm not talking about their stellar personalities, for once, but the fact that it IS full of women. Swear to God the boss is running an underground harem up in that place.

Nah, but seriously, bad jokes (wait, I have no bad jokes) aside, they were really nice... Good people that did good jobs and extremely superb effort on the whole event. That said, I still hate you people for giving me a fear of watermelons. A'ite... since the rotund consultant is up in Ipoh Mali this weekend, I gotta be heading off for some off-the-clock training. *sigh*

Time to get my organic vocabulator turned upside down again...

Peace!

In a Bed of Roses

Where there are roses, there are thorns. It's been a long hard climb through the tower of thorns and it's a very satisfying feeling as I lay in a bed of roses right next to you.

This tower of thorns adorned with a crown of roses is yours...

Deeper Into the Inferno

I’m sure most of us are now aware of the recent tragedy which involved a Sarawakian student to be burnt alive while being helplessly pinned in her own vehicle (a solid paper MyVi, at that).

And to be absolutely honest, I kinda hate dick-riding on recent news but this was just one thought I’d like to share.

Everyone’s all fired up at the behaviour of the two petrol station attendant’s behaviour towards one Mr. Teo’s plea for a fire extinguisher to try to put out the fire on this woman’s vehicle.

Okay, sure those dudes were pricks, no questions. But are they the real murderers? On the surface, sure, ‘cause they didn’t know any better but can they be blamed? Not totally, no.

In this messed up time and society we live in, one can’t help but not trust the person next to them. Con cases, rape, murder and robberies are reported in the papers every day. Who can we trust but ourselves these days? The true murderers here are these people that have caused us to lose faith and trust among our fellow man.

The doubt that Mr. Teo’s alleged claims at that time would always be there, regardless but it is this lost faith and trust that made none of these gas attendants to step out, and claim responsibility for whatever that may happen later on due to his actions. It is that lost spark of trust that the few unscrupulous people have taken away from us in the long run. It’s not the money or anything. Those things pale in comparison to the long term effects these people have caused.

And these are the real murderers here. For this woman, for every person that has died because someone else didn’t lend a hand due to fear and for every person in the future that will die because someone couldn’t stand up and trust another with no basis.

Burn, and rot in hell you mafackers.

Peace

Hello and Goodbye

Hey, how's it going people? Just wanted to write a blog post so you, my dearest fans and some... *cough* loyal subjects *glares menacingly at them* can have something interesting to read today.

I can't really promise if there will be anything interesting to read but sure, I'll just spit out whatever that's on the top of my head right now.

My brother recently told me about a "Weird Newscasters" game clip from Whose Line, that basically has the 4 dudes, acting out as different people from the newsteam. Ryan is the weatherman, Wayne is the sports guy, Colin is the lead anchor and the guest is the co-anchor. Everyone but Colin has a character. In this particular clip, Ryan is a really old man that takes a fast-acting youth rejuvenation pill. The guest in this clip is Greg Proops, and he is a German insult comic. The focus here is on Wayne, who is a girl scout selling cookies who is possessed by the Devil. For some reason, when my brother acted it out for me, it sounded WAY funnier than how Wayne Brady did it! I mean... This isn't the 1st time! He acts out funny scenes, or a line, and it sounds much better than the original! EVERYTIME! Hahahaha... Really, I don't know what to make out of it.

A'ite... next up... Gaming-wise, I've really mellowed out. I haven't touched the PS3 in weeks. I know. The shame. The waste! But soon! I mean, I've tackled GOW3... that's usually the baddest shit that system can handle but this one... I don't know. GTA4 was short... REALLY short compared to San Andreas. Totally wish I could get San Andreas for the PS3, really. Old is gold, mate. Old is gold.

I got a new phone, actually, for the uninformed ones. It's an iPhone. I know. Total hypocrite. After all the trash talking about it being overrated and overly expensive and wouldn't want to jump on the bandwagon and shit. Okay. I did it. I got it. But here's my defence. My phone busted itself all of sudden. There was no forewarning whatsoever. It just died on me one day and that day was during some training. Grand. I panicked. I wasn't prepared and I went to get the one phone that I had the most knowledge about, the iPhone. And since my brother got it, I might as well get it. Yeah, that's NOT really an excuse.

Today all my friends and classmates from the same batch are graduating today, in Melbourne. Not all my friends, actually. Just most of the people I chilled with in Melbourne. Yeah. Actually, it's just Elly and Palm. And Daniel. And who's that other dude? There's one more dude. Some moron. Eric... Yeah... Idiot. I actually just deleted a whole paragraph below that just blasted this dude. Feeling generous today. You get off lucky, bitch.

Yeah, it's kinda sad. I'm not graduating. Yet. No matter how I look at it, I'm not graduating. Nuff' said. Yeah, I'm not getting into a hopeless road of trudging and dragging my feet for another 23 years yet... but it's not like that's not inevitable!

Anyhoo... Enough sappiness. Here's to a good week ahead. Cheers!

Peace