From this to 'tat'.

Being hooked to Miami Ink is a funny thing. Never having done a single tattoo on my body before (yeah, kinda thought it was for those ah longs and all ...), I was always fascinated with the fact that people were willing to pya good money to have a little cartoon etched onto their skin for life. Not that it looked bad, it was just ... funny. Anyways, back to Miami Ink, I would watch it week after week and be totally amazed at the detail and beauty of a lot of the tattoos and I realized that there were many reasons why people get tattoos. Opening up my mind, and besides, they made it looked as painless as possible on TV, I ventured to think about a tattoo design that would incorporate a few details that mattered a lot to me.

1. I needed a tattoo that symbolised my faith in God.
2. I needed that tattoo to have angel wings to symbolise my paternal grandmother, as she's now watching over all of us.
3. I wanted a way for that tattoo to be able to represent 8 people who are extremely important to me (I refuse to name names, because people tend to get a little ... upset if they're not included).

First, I found this off the Net and wanted it done without the banner. I really liked that heart and the wings - but I wasn't so crazy about the flame ... as it looked neither here nor there ... Now ... I was in a dillema ... who on Earth do I get to sketch me a nicer one? Asking Jerry, he said - let's go to a tattoo store and ask them for a quote and they'll improve on it. Jerry, being tattooed all over his left arm, proved to be a walking encyclopedia on 'tats' and I was actually getting excited about one. Then came the clincher - Jerry offered to pay 1/2 the price of my tattoo ... fuyoh. Talk about him being a big brother - chun wei. :)

So we went hopping around - firstly to Borneo Ink in Desa Sri Hartamas. The place outside was fairly smoky - to be expected I guess. We walked in and was greeted by a little Chinese Aussie chick named Vanessa. She was nice enough and didn't laugh at the questions that I had. That was nice of her :D. She did however manage to piss Jerry off by dissing his tats etc and she had a load of other comments which made Jerry peeved and swore off the place. I wasn't however. ;D So I made an appointment for the following Thursday ... and gave her my design and what I wanted.

Next, we went to the place that Ms. Redd recommended in Subang called Xotic Tattoos. Wasn't opened on a Sunday, so that was a bummer. Went back on Monday @ 6:30pm, wasn't open either and the dude didn't turn on his phone even on Wednesday. So kinda gave up that route. So I guess it was back to Borneo Ink. :)

When I finally went, was totally stoked as I wanted to see what he had planned for the tattoo that I wanted and how he was going to fit in my 8 stars that I wanted and how would he modify my tat etc - he refers to the artist Simon by the way. and guess what ... he came up with this beauty. Oh my. Lovely no? Where are the stars you ask?






Check it out --- gorgeous - looks even better now that it's healing ... :D

Some things are just not appropriate.

Seriously. Speaking about women in general, speaking in the heat of the moment, being emotional - please. There is always that split second decision that you choose to make and this time, these two MP's (this being a public blog, I'll refrain from all the other expletives I'd like to describe them with) chose to make statements about a woman's monthly menses cycle in the crudest possible form.

And the cheek that they have to smile and laugh about it. And the reports about them saying it was said in jest, or people should take it with a pinch of salt, don't be so serious about it etc ... to these people I say:

1. This is the freakin Parliament. A place of dignity, honor etc where laws are debated, discussed and made etc.
2. You are the freakin people that the people picked and voted for to represent us in our best interests.
3. You came OUT of a woman, you have women in your life and this is your way of describing them "tiap - tiap bulan pun bocor mah" and then laugh about it.
4. This isn't a mamak stall where decorum etc is required ... and now that I think about it ... it's just not any kind of comment that should be made. It's rude, it's crude, it's insulting and freaking disgusting to talk about women, any woman for that matter in that manner!!!
5. Would you be laughing if we were talking about your wife's or your daughter's or your mother's or your sister's biological functions and make it a joke? You are the same kind of people who say that women who are raped deserve it. You are NO different. You are scum of the earth.
   

And to think that you will only apologize IF the Cabinet asks it of you. HELL!!!! Apologize because you are wrong, not because some Cabinet compels you to. Damn it.



One thing's for sure, BN is no longer getting my vote as long as I'm a Malaysian. Never been so ashamed of being a Malaysian before. We have ANIMALS representing us.

On the other hand ...

I've been with my principals, DuPont, for the past week, chauffering them from here and there and all over the place with the sales executives to meetings to pitch the BioSecurity Kit for Avian Influenza. Ok ... well there's loads to talk about it, but here are some of my learnings and highlights that I think I can safely divulge:

1. The Avian Influenza is spreading - like it or not.
2. It's not a matter of will it mutate or not to a form that can be transferred between people, it's a matter of WHEN.
3. Preventive measures right now, seem so much less painful that what I saw of the human cases. *shudder*
4. Malaysian employees are generally a caring lot and most of the meetings that we pitched, were as concerned as we were or at least they were willing to listen to us. :)
5. It's a breath of fresh air hanging out with people who are closer to my age and work with a company other than the one that I'm in and to watch, observe etc how the real 'fast paced life' people live their life. It truly isn't always greener on the other side ... but then again it balances itself out with the perks. *sigh* what a dillema :)
6. I make friends easily. Ha ha ha ...

This is the initial one when WHO started paying attention I guess. This is what it looked like in 2004.


This is what it looks like as of April this year.

A little ray of sunshine!

Yay! I was informed righttttttt that they're painting my condo's block now ... and I drove by just now, and in the stark blue sky, my building was turning from a dull grey to the nice and lovely white / blue mix. *sigh* it looked like heavan. I miss my home already.

Sniff. :)

The world looks a little brighter. :)

It's liberating ...

and freeing, that goes without saying. It's that damned voice in my head that keeps nagging me that I should be helping out more @ work that's beginning to get on my nerves. For those not in the know, I seem to have this hero complex, I need to help everyone in the office, be it quotations, tenders, settling disputes with clients etc and it's become sort of a custom here that kinda goes like this -

"Give it to Kenneth and you can be assured that it'll be done."

Damn me and my stupid doormattiness.

I've really enjoyed my time where right now, I don't give a flying fish about other people's job etc and after last week's debacle, I just made a simple decision - don't stock NOTHING if it's available at our principal's warehouse here. If it's an indent item, then bring in just enough. Damn it feels great, you know? I used to spend hours poring over stock movements, analyzing what needs to be brought it, what could move in a short time etc and now I don't have to waste all that time anymore. :D

And today, over the radio, yeah, I guess that I'm still extremely pissed over what happened that the Dixie Chick's song "Not Ready To Make Nice" kept playing over the radio - to my delight of course. For some reason, I feel empowered, cos I seriously am not ready to make nice. Jumpa aja muka director semua menyampah betul. Bengang betul. Menyampah, menyampah, menyampah betul. %$^#(%$^*(#%^*#$

:)



ANyways ... as they say ... time heals everything ... but I'm still waiting.

I'd like to

... runaway to a land far, far away where nothing really matters but me just living. Living life freely, concerned only about the things that I have to be concerned with, at this moment, at this point in time. Right now. Reminds me of the movie - "Peaceful Warrior". Also reminds me that I'm living in the past. *sigh*



If only life worked out to be that simple. The General says that it is; but even he has problems living with such a concept. To be at peace with each moment, to live for each moment. It seems to be such a fantastic goal, it's amazing that the world isn't heading in that direction as yet. But everyone, well most people at the very least, seem content at having their drama-fix almost every moment that they are conscious.

Why

... do I consistently put up with this shit?

... do I always think that by playing the good guy role that I will somehow benefit?

... do I eventually throw myself a pity party?

... am I being a doormat?

... do I think that I shouldn't dissapoint my father, but instead carry on his torch for this damned company?

*)(&^%^#@$!#@%#^@(*&&#%$^&*%&!@

Going to the chapel ...

Ok ... the day arrived. The one that we've all waited for with bated breath - the day that my playboy brother actually got snagged by a girl who's more than equally matched for him. The ONE. It happened. On a ferris wheel too. With a statement no less, no questions, just a statement. I think it went something like this ...

Marry me la ....


*silence*


Thinking that answering a statement would be lame, she said nothing as he looked hopefully and questioningly at her.


*more silence*


"Oh ... ! Yes, of course!"


Here's the ring by the way ... talk about blinding .... Crap ... I need sunglasses ... some Gucci ones would be nice *hint* *hint* hahaha

Up close ... and personal with the bling bling ...