For the past two weeks, me and a few other compatriots have been working around the clock at a warehouse in Shah Alam to segregate and distribute stocks.(The particular business i work for is a sensitive one so i would not be able to mention my company's products). Here are a few of the interesting things that i have observed and has happened here in Shah Alam
1. There are a whole bunch of roundabouts here that its seriously not funny. I mean you can easily get lost as some roundabouts here have six exits!!F*ckin insane. And there are also traffic lights in the roundabout. Super crazy.
2. Went to the McDonalds drivethrough (i think in Section 2??) for lunch with Claire yesterday and everyone who was having lunch at that time (with the exception of Claire) were Melayu's.
3. An entire shift of contract workers (about 30 people from Bangladesh and Pakistan) went on strike because of some labour disputes with the contractor. F*ckin insane. We had workers who worked the previous night shift that had to help us. These guys ran 24 hour shifts and were workin their asses off. With the shortage in manpower, some of us management staff had to familiarize ourselves with power stackers and assist in the manual stocks management whereas others had to spend more time getting down and dirty with stock segregation. IT WAS A MAD HOUSE!!!! But thank god the problem was solved.
4. These Bangladesh workers survive by being paid RM40 for working 12 hour shifts. Imagine that.Some of us spend that much of moolah just on coffee for a day...sigh..
5. Pakistani workers think they are better than Bangladeshi workers. Through my observation, the Pakistani workers are definitely more intelligent but the Bangladeshi workers are more hardworking
6. There is this lorry driver who is a 70 year old apek and he still drives lorries which i think is cool because he still has the drive to work. And the younger lorry driver called him "cina tamak" because he is so old and he still wants to work depriving younger lorry drivers of an opportunity to work. I mean, there he is working his ass off and the young guns are calling him tamak. Kiss my ass. Im sure he has responsibilities, he needs to pay the bills and shit so thats why he is still working. and i think thats admirable. I told that young driver to put himself in the old drivers shoes la....what would he do....the fella kept quiet only....again its this racial stereotype that pisses me off ya know...ah well...
We are supposed to be at the tail end of this project but due to some last minute BullShit....there are more stocks arriving and we might have to continue on working here for the upcoming weeks...
But honestly, working in this warehouse although tiring and stressful is alot more fun and fulfilling compared to my normal role back in HQ.(looking at excel templates all day and churning numbers which has the similar value of feeding water to a f*ckin fish). There is so much of empowerment and a sense of belief in fighting for the cause ya know. Its great to know that your efforts are integral to the success of a particular project. I like that. Knowing that what you are doing is f*ckin important.
Monday, December 28, 2009
Sunday, December 27, 2009
PRESENT : Board Game Addict
I love board games. Especially word board games. I totally love it. Used to play scrabble a whole bunch when i was younger but as of this year, board games has taken on a whole new meaning especially when my partner in crime (the lovely and super competitive Clairessa Chan) shares a passion for similar board games.
We started by playing scrabble almost every other day and initially i was top dog la. But as time started to take its toll, she started to kick my ass big time. We used to average about 250 pts per game initially and now its nothing less than 300 pts. I have only been fortunate enough to score a 7 tile word like once my entire life and she has managed it 3 times!!! She even had one round where she scored like 100 points for a single word (sniff sniff). (SQUIDS and LIONS on a triple letter i think....f*ckin power...oh and not forgetting TRAINING...hahaha). It even got to a point where we argued over which dictionary to use, Collins or Webster and being a person of structure, we decided to just focus on one dictionary (currently Webster. We even brought the scrabble for all our little holiday excursions. The tile bag was filled with sand after our perhentian holiday and it was real sweet to be playing on the beach while the waves crash onto the sea (fuyyooohh..so poetic this boy..)
We also Boggle quite a bit and it is always fun playing with Claire cause she is so competitive and she has this adorable way of looking for words immediately after realizing she didnt have that word on her scoresheet. We also recently found the joy of playing Bog with a whole bunch of other people. The dynamics change and you have to go all out and look for the longest or most obscure word out there on the board. (followed by cries of "good girl tai che' kick his ass!!").
We used to have the old school boggle set with the wooden tiles and the big shaker which annoys the people around you when you start boggling the fella. But recently my car got broken into and some dumb kampung f*cks stole my bag from my car la. I was a dumbass for leaving my bag with my board games in my back seat. But sedih la...sniff sniff...all those memories, scores, cute drawings...sigh....
So we got ourselves the new boggle. Its like automatic and it has a buzzer and everything. Super portable, but i still miss the old skool set la. But all good. I think this new boggle brings me better luck as i am starting to kick her ass pretty regularly.
For Christmas, Tina got us a Upwards set. F*ckin awesome. Its like Scrabble on steroids. Stacking up a whole bunch of letters to form new words and go for the power kill. She has beaten me twice already and im looking forward to our next rematch
We started by playing scrabble almost every other day and initially i was top dog la. But as time started to take its toll, she started to kick my ass big time. We used to average about 250 pts per game initially and now its nothing less than 300 pts. I have only been fortunate enough to score a 7 tile word like once my entire life and she has managed it 3 times!!! She even had one round where she scored like 100 points for a single word (sniff sniff). (SQUIDS and LIONS on a triple letter i think....f*ckin power...oh and not forgetting TRAINING...hahaha). It even got to a point where we argued over which dictionary to use, Collins or Webster and being a person of structure, we decided to just focus on one dictionary (currently Webster. We even brought the scrabble for all our little holiday excursions. The tile bag was filled with sand after our perhentian holiday and it was real sweet to be playing on the beach while the waves crash onto the sea (fuyyooohh..so poetic this boy..)
We also Boggle quite a bit and it is always fun playing with Claire cause she is so competitive and she has this adorable way of looking for words immediately after realizing she didnt have that word on her scoresheet. We also recently found the joy of playing Bog with a whole bunch of other people. The dynamics change and you have to go all out and look for the longest or most obscure word out there on the board. (followed by cries of "good girl tai che' kick his ass!!").
We used to have the old school boggle set with the wooden tiles and the big shaker which annoys the people around you when you start boggling the fella. But recently my car got broken into and some dumb kampung f*cks stole my bag from my car la. I was a dumbass for leaving my bag with my board games in my back seat. But sedih la...sniff sniff...all those memories, scores, cute drawings...sigh....
So we got ourselves the new boggle. Its like automatic and it has a buzzer and everything. Super portable, but i still miss the old skool set la. But all good. I think this new boggle brings me better luck as i am starting to kick her ass pretty regularly.
For Christmas, Tina got us a Upwards set. F*ckin awesome. Its like Scrabble on steroids. Stacking up a whole bunch of letters to form new words and go for the power kill. She has beaten me twice already and im looking forward to our next rematch
PAST : Early Childhood
I had a great childhood. I mean, whats not to love. I had an amazing family. My house was right in front of a playground. I had a bike. The kids around the neighborhood were friendly...except for this one kid. I think his name was Yong Lee or sumthin. Well lets summarize some of the more memorable moments that i had growing up till i was 12. (in no particular order)
1. Saying F*ck out loud. Now this is a huge no no in any household and i remember the first time i said it out loud in front of my mom and dad. It was thanks to Eddie Murphy (One of my favorite stand up comedians of all time....Raw and Delirious...F*ckin classic).I was four. We were watching Coming to America and there was this scene where he just arrived in Brooklyn, and he opened the windows of his flat and screamed "Good Morning America", to which some homeless dude from down the street yells F*ck You!! Eddie, not knowing what it meant answered "F*ck you too" in a totally greeting-ish tone. I then said it over and over again and my parents were like "Amil, that's a bad word. Dont say that ok" but i kept on saying it and it gave me so much joy to know that such a little word could cause my parents so much discomfort. But the arms of retribution were swift and my dad slapped me on the side of the head. Lesson Learnt
When i was eight i had already mastered the art of cussing in school and my vocabulary expanded to include some of the less known cuss words as well as the usual favorites such as dickhead,cock,cunt,asshole,pukimak,cibai,chow hai and all derivatives of F*ck (i still dont know why im typing * instead of U....). I came home after school one day and was frustrated with my homework (anger management at such a young age kan..) so i just screamed out the word Pukimak. And my mom with impeccable timing just so happened to be there at that particular time to hear me say it. Without missing a beat, she headed straight for the kitchen, got some chilli padi and rubbed it all over my lips. There i was crying like a bitch, which is when i understood the importance of never saying cuss words in front of my parents which i still do until today. Lesson DEFINITELY learnt
2. Playing in the playground in front of my house. F*ckin awesome. I had a group of friends and we would cycle around the playground and our housing area all day. We would take our rackets and play badminton and also dig holes in the padang and play golf using a hockey stick and some ping pong balls. I was a slow learner when it came to cycling. I think i only knew how to cycle when i was 9 or 10. I remember us building mini bridges so that our bikes can cut across the drain to the padang. And i was still just getting used to the whole 2 wheel cycling thingy and attempted to cross the bridge. I F*cked up and fell straight into the drain knee first. I have the scar until today. Also remember this f*ckin kid who loved to just take my bike for a spin without my permission. One day i wanted to go home and i asked him to give me my bike back. He didnt give a shit and kept on doing his thing. 5 minutes later i landed my first Punch.
In the padang there were only two sports that people played. It was either badminton, or it was football. Thats where i learnt that i sucked big time in football and was always selected last amongst all the kids including the GIRLS!!! F*cked up. But i was a kickass goalkeeper though. I was tall and lanky and would always save the ball somehow or another la. Badminton was more my thing. Used to play King. First server. Second Server and King Serve .If you beat the king three times, you become King till someone beats your ass. I mean i wasnt good la. But i definitely wasnt bad.
3. Primary school was also pretty kick ass. I studied in Kampung Tunku and i was definitely considered the cool kid in school la. I was also such a Casanova. When i was 8 there was this girl that i was into and she sat beside me in class. SO i randomly asked her if she could cook. She said the only thing i can cook is maggi and fried eggs. Then i said, well if i marry you, then ill eat Maggi and fried eggs everyday la...(you gotta admit...pretty cute kan...)
I had a girlfriend in standard 6. Well she was kinda my GF, i mean everyone talked about us and shit but we were so shy to speak to one another. So we would pass notes to each other in class saying things like "your hair looks nice today" or "are you staying back after school".We never spoke to each other face to face. F*ckin hillarious i tell you. Funny Story. It was raining heavily one day after computer class and i normally walk home from school. SO i was chillin at the canteen to wait for the rain to subside and my GF walks to me and (for the first time) spoke to me. She asked me if i wanted a ride home and i said yes. We then entered her car which her brother was driving and she directed him to drive to my "house". She thought she knew where i lived and parked the car on the inside of some strangers porch. Me being my super shy self politely got out of the car and waved goodbye. After her car was long gone and apologizing to the stranger who was looking out his front door at me, i made the long walk home in the rain.
In primary school, i found out that i was actually good at sports that involve my hands. I was f*ckin kickass at handball and my school was like the Brazil of primary handball. I mean when we had the MSSD games, we seriously wiped the floor with our opponents. 14-0 la, 8-0 la. It was a f*ckin massacre. But it was during this tournament that i choked bigtime. During our friendlies and training sessions i was like one of the top strikers scoring at will, but during the tournament i scored only 1 goal!! F*ckin shy rite...blamed it on the ball, the official ball was slightly bigger and didnt have as much grip as the rubber ball that i was used to playing. (sour grapes la konon...hahaha)
I was also into basketball cards. Collected a whole bunch of them and learned the art of conning people and being conned. One of my best friends at the time (Sachpal), was also and avid collector and we used to trade cards or take the bus (intrakota 47D...ol skool) to sungai wang where we would hang out at the T-Shop which was a basketball card haven and talk basketball with the fella's there. There we would buy like super expensive cards, and sell whatever valuable cards we had. I remeber my most valuable card was a Shaq Flair rookie card. I think at that time it cost about USD20. And i sold it for a whole bunch of Chris Webber cards. Such a dumb ass. The card costs about USD200 now....hahaha...One of my biggest cons (and kena con) of all time was this limited edition Michael Jordan 99 card set. I bought it for RM100 and sold if for RM200. Thats alot of dough when your 12. But after checking Beckett (the magazine which had all the basketball card prices), its actual worth was only like RM50 for the whole set.
But the story that takes the cake i think was a little nickname that i had when i was in Primary school. I was labeled professor sex when i was 10. I mean i knew about the birds and bee's and watched my first porno at this age. I grew up really quick la. So one day during our free period in class, i just went on the board and asked the class if they knew where babies came from. And i just started explaining and drawing on the board pictures of "mommy and daddy" and came up with this mathematical equation where to get pregnant, your parents must have sex twice. (because at that age, the whole sex thing was kinda gross). So we would be making fun of kids with huge families. "Eww....you have 5 siblings....your parents had sex 10 times....gross..."Kids used to come up to me to understand more about sex and i explained to the best of my ability. I had a cousin who hooked me up with some girly magazines and showed these kids what tits and pussy and ass looked like. Good times.
1. Saying F*ck out loud. Now this is a huge no no in any household and i remember the first time i said it out loud in front of my mom and dad. It was thanks to Eddie Murphy (One of my favorite stand up comedians of all time....Raw and Delirious...F*ckin classic).I was four. We were watching Coming to America and there was this scene where he just arrived in Brooklyn, and he opened the windows of his flat and screamed "Good Morning America", to which some homeless dude from down the street yells F*ck You!! Eddie, not knowing what it meant answered "F*ck you too" in a totally greeting-ish tone. I then said it over and over again and my parents were like "Amil, that's a bad word. Dont say that ok" but i kept on saying it and it gave me so much joy to know that such a little word could cause my parents so much discomfort. But the arms of retribution were swift and my dad slapped me on the side of the head. Lesson Learnt
When i was eight i had already mastered the art of cussing in school and my vocabulary expanded to include some of the less known cuss words as well as the usual favorites such as dickhead,cock,cunt,asshole,pukimak,cibai,chow hai and all derivatives of F*ck (i still dont know why im typing * instead of U....). I came home after school one day and was frustrated with my homework (anger management at such a young age kan..) so i just screamed out the word Pukimak. And my mom with impeccable timing just so happened to be there at that particular time to hear me say it. Without missing a beat, she headed straight for the kitchen, got some chilli padi and rubbed it all over my lips. There i was crying like a bitch, which is when i understood the importance of never saying cuss words in front of my parents which i still do until today. Lesson DEFINITELY learnt
2. Playing in the playground in front of my house. F*ckin awesome. I had a group of friends and we would cycle around the playground and our housing area all day. We would take our rackets and play badminton and also dig holes in the padang and play golf using a hockey stick and some ping pong balls. I was a slow learner when it came to cycling. I think i only knew how to cycle when i was 9 or 10. I remember us building mini bridges so that our bikes can cut across the drain to the padang. And i was still just getting used to the whole 2 wheel cycling thingy and attempted to cross the bridge. I F*cked up and fell straight into the drain knee first. I have the scar until today. Also remember this f*ckin kid who loved to just take my bike for a spin without my permission. One day i wanted to go home and i asked him to give me my bike back. He didnt give a shit and kept on doing his thing. 5 minutes later i landed my first Punch.
In the padang there were only two sports that people played. It was either badminton, or it was football. Thats where i learnt that i sucked big time in football and was always selected last amongst all the kids including the GIRLS!!! F*cked up. But i was a kickass goalkeeper though. I was tall and lanky and would always save the ball somehow or another la. Badminton was more my thing. Used to play King. First server. Second Server and King Serve .If you beat the king three times, you become King till someone beats your ass. I mean i wasnt good la. But i definitely wasnt bad.
3. Primary school was also pretty kick ass. I studied in Kampung Tunku and i was definitely considered the cool kid in school la. I was also such a Casanova. When i was 8 there was this girl that i was into and she sat beside me in class. SO i randomly asked her if she could cook. She said the only thing i can cook is maggi and fried eggs. Then i said, well if i marry you, then ill eat Maggi and fried eggs everyday la...(you gotta admit...pretty cute kan...)
I had a girlfriend in standard 6. Well she was kinda my GF, i mean everyone talked about us and shit but we were so shy to speak to one another. So we would pass notes to each other in class saying things like "your hair looks nice today" or "are you staying back after school".We never spoke to each other face to face. F*ckin hillarious i tell you. Funny Story. It was raining heavily one day after computer class and i normally walk home from school. SO i was chillin at the canteen to wait for the rain to subside and my GF walks to me and (for the first time) spoke to me. She asked me if i wanted a ride home and i said yes. We then entered her car which her brother was driving and she directed him to drive to my "house". She thought she knew where i lived and parked the car on the inside of some strangers porch. Me being my super shy self politely got out of the car and waved goodbye. After her car was long gone and apologizing to the stranger who was looking out his front door at me, i made the long walk home in the rain.
In primary school, i found out that i was actually good at sports that involve my hands. I was f*ckin kickass at handball and my school was like the Brazil of primary handball. I mean when we had the MSSD games, we seriously wiped the floor with our opponents. 14-0 la, 8-0 la. It was a f*ckin massacre. But it was during this tournament that i choked bigtime. During our friendlies and training sessions i was like one of the top strikers scoring at will, but during the tournament i scored only 1 goal!! F*ckin shy rite...blamed it on the ball, the official ball was slightly bigger and didnt have as much grip as the rubber ball that i was used to playing. (sour grapes la konon...hahaha)
I was also into basketball cards. Collected a whole bunch of them and learned the art of conning people and being conned. One of my best friends at the time (Sachpal), was also and avid collector and we used to trade cards or take the bus (intrakota 47D...ol skool) to sungai wang where we would hang out at the T-Shop which was a basketball card haven and talk basketball with the fella's there. There we would buy like super expensive cards, and sell whatever valuable cards we had. I remeber my most valuable card was a Shaq Flair rookie card. I think at that time it cost about USD20. And i sold it for a whole bunch of Chris Webber cards. Such a dumb ass. The card costs about USD200 now....hahaha...One of my biggest cons (and kena con) of all time was this limited edition Michael Jordan 99 card set. I bought it for RM100 and sold if for RM200. Thats alot of dough when your 12. But after checking Beckett (the magazine which had all the basketball card prices), its actual worth was only like RM50 for the whole set.
But the story that takes the cake i think was a little nickname that i had when i was in Primary school. I was labeled professor sex when i was 10. I mean i knew about the birds and bee's and watched my first porno at this age. I grew up really quick la. So one day during our free period in class, i just went on the board and asked the class if they knew where babies came from. And i just started explaining and drawing on the board pictures of "mommy and daddy" and came up with this mathematical equation where to get pregnant, your parents must have sex twice. (because at that age, the whole sex thing was kinda gross). So we would be making fun of kids with huge families. "Eww....you have 5 siblings....your parents had sex 10 times....gross..."Kids used to come up to me to understand more about sex and i explained to the best of my ability. I had a cousin who hooked me up with some girly magazines and showed these kids what tits and pussy and ass looked like. Good times.
The genesis of a corporate has been rock star
Through the wonderful world of the internet, I hope to share some of my rantings and past experiences on to those who are willing to spare some time to read it.
This whole blogging thing has taken the world by storm and i too am starting to find it rather amusing. I mean with this whole blogging thingy, we are able to share our thoughts / experiences and to a certain extent document our lives, hopes and dreams and possibly share it with people. I guess the general public might not give a f*ck about what I have to say , but like the millions of bloggers out there, you can kiss my a$$...
This blog will mainly document some of my interesting experiences from my past, my current day to day rantings and blatant cock talking as well as my future hopes dreams. I like having formats. Structure. Routine.
Being a "has been" rockstar, and i use the word has been loosely here as I do still play in this band called Dragon Red (www.dragonred.com), and to those who know a lil bit about the local music industry, the band is still alive. We are currently in the process of recording the second album and within the contents of this blog i will share a significant portion of my self proclaimed Rockstar life.
I also use the word corporate because certain people in my life have claimed that i am a sell out for working in the corporate line. That i sold the whole music / band rock star life for a steady paycheck. To an extent, obviously i have sold out. I am a realistic person after all. I would rather be able to feed my family, go for a good steak dinner, enjoy a holiday on some remote island , etc than waiting for the next big break in the local music industry. Not my thing.
Well, to those who are still reading. LET THE RANTINGS BEGIN!!
This whole blogging thing has taken the world by storm and i too am starting to find it rather amusing. I mean with this whole blogging thingy, we are able to share our thoughts / experiences and to a certain extent document our lives, hopes and dreams and possibly share it with people. I guess the general public might not give a f*ck about what I have to say , but like the millions of bloggers out there, you can kiss my a$$...
This blog will mainly document some of my interesting experiences from my past, my current day to day rantings and blatant cock talking as well as my future hopes dreams. I like having formats. Structure. Routine.
Being a "has been" rockstar, and i use the word has been loosely here as I do still play in this band called Dragon Red (www.dragonred.com), and to those who know a lil bit about the local music industry, the band is still alive. We are currently in the process of recording the second album and within the contents of this blog i will share a significant portion of my self proclaimed Rockstar life.
I also use the word corporate because certain people in my life have claimed that i am a sell out for working in the corporate line. That i sold the whole music / band rock star life for a steady paycheck. To an extent, obviously i have sold out. I am a realistic person after all. I would rather be able to feed my family, go for a good steak dinner, enjoy a holiday on some remote island , etc than waiting for the next big break in the local music industry. Not my thing.
Well, to those who are still reading. LET THE RANTINGS BEGIN!!
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