An hour flight to Sing,
Spotted! Mr. J and Le SoccerChick picking out footwear at a snazzy shopping plaza. J be nimble, J be quick, J better get them shoes by this week! XOXO?
Yes!! bloggers and bloggerettes! I recently went on a “shopping assignment” with Jaryn, owner of JomJaryn (You know mostly girly girl stuff…insert BIG sigh here). With a spring in our steps (and a gaping hole to my wallet... insert BIGGER sigh here) we manage to search for this cute pair of shoes from VINCCI. (I was like OWE-EM-GEE!!! Those are just so cute!....insert BIGGEST sigh here)
Accompanied with a meal (A girl’s gotta’ eat) at Dave's Deli (watch the calories girls~!) we ended the day with some of my manhood still intact! However it was all jolly good fun!
P.S: Jaryn I owe you meals!!
Yeah I know it’s crazy but I think it’s worth a shot. But in my defense I was bored to I got the NERF gun.
I would like to call out all Malaysian of NERF guns owners to step up and be counted. For the rest of you who don’t know what NERF is please go the link I provided (TO THE SMARTASS: yeah I know it’s been around like forever but please give people a chance) Maybe someday Malaysia might have their very first NERF war.
Paintball hurt? , so why don’t you convert?
So here is the first Malaysian headcount (i think). My friend pandababyking and I. Here is our arsenal. If you are interested in getting a NERF gun in Malaysia please visit your local Toys “R” Us store near you. If there is another source please advice in the comment section.
The Firefly
The Maverick
I am a LEFTY and I am proud of it. It’s particularly tough to be born a lefty especially in Asian countries where every single thing is made for the right hand. From the position of the door knob to certain phone models (which one I will not say) almost anything is made to suit the right-handers (RH). You may argue that the numbers of the RH outclass the left-handers (LH) and I will single handedly (probably my left hand) agree.
Of course! This is not my argument here today. I don’t mind RH takes the majority. However you cannot deny the fact that we LH have been taking a terrible beating from you RH. You beat our young when he or she picks up a pen or pencil with the left hand, handshake are for the RH only, a soldier salutes his commanding officer with their right hand finally you label a person two left feet when he or she has difficulties in dancing the list goes on and on.
Why we LH have to take this sort of abuse? How are we a threat to you RH? Why are LH labeled as inferior when compared to RH? We LH have kept silent and took all the all you RH’s abuse. I have witnessed families that punish their young for being natural-born LH. It’s sad and infuriating scene. There is a common and dumb ethic that most Asian families have to abide too, left hands are used to clean your ass therefore it is polite shake hands using your right hand. WTF is that....ever heard of soap?? And the saying two left feet?? Does this mean that if I have two right feet I am the best dancer in the world? I don’t know why not you RH tell me!
So anyway my message to today is, leave us left-lefthanders be!!
You’ve probably watched it on TV or heard it from the news, it’s finally over! As the 2008 Olympic ends, China can proudly say that they hosted the games. With a stunning opening and closing ceremony, they manage to show the world that there are millions of rice eating slant-eye people in the world. There had to be like millions of participants at the birds nest at the time. 
Shout out to the citizens of China, well done and don’t stop breeding. I've included a LINK to the official website to the 2008 Olympics if you want to check out the pictures.
I knew something was fishy about that logo!!!
After witnessing China’s badminton ace giving ours a good ass kicking, me mates and I headed out to get some grub and catch a footie match or two. It was game night, all the tables were loaded and the big clubs were on. Accustomed to the awful service we get down there, we managed to rope-in a waiter to receive our orders.
Fancied some tandoori chicken, I got me a set! Little did I know, the tandoori chicken wasn’t going down without a fight; As a last ditch effort, the chick left one of its bones at the back of my throat. Hurts like hell right now but I still won the fight. To honor that little chicken that is soon to come out the other way, I dedicate this post to it and all it’s mates that have already gone to that chicken coop in the sky. 
As the Beijing Olympics draws to the climax of the sporting events, many have much to say about various events that are taking of have taken part. Commenting on how that volleyball player should take that dive or how that table tennis player should serve, we see there is a sudden surge of sports critics rising. It’s amazing to see them dishing out all sorts of crap about a sport they never laid eyes on before “Oh he should spin the other way!” or “WTF?? Why she served it like that”. 
Anyway talking about sports, the new team I am supporting Hull City just won their first match!!! Haha… in your face Fulham…. I still don’t know the guy that scored the goal. However winning is winning no matter what the circumstances. Hope they have a club song I can sing too….
Seriously what would we do without abbreviations?
A hole in the heart (not the medical condition) is a splendid interpretation of mankind’s greed. Remember the famous phrase “The world can feed our need, but not feed our greed”? It horribly depicts man’s endless gluttony of the excess. A negative image no doubt, however it may not necessary be all true. Personally I portray the sin of greed as a driving force which propels mankind towards achievement that pushes all boundaries of the very definition of success. Grasping victory sure is great but what comes after that? Do I just reside just on one conquest?
Today’s post is titled “A Hole in the Heart” is about making a positive shift towards one of the seven deadly sins. I welcome all comments if there are any.
Failing to hold it at a classier place, PSDC (Penang Skills Development Centre) still manages to pull a half pass sh*t of a graduation ceremony out of their asses. Mixed with so many feelings the gang is back in the auditorium again ready to rock the place one last time. So stand tall and stand proud batch 14 its your time to shine! After-graduation party anyone?
Ah the good old days…… The perfectly spaced keypad that suits any thumb size….. The elegant lines running around the ever clear monochromatic display…. Brings a tear to my eye when I recall the glory days of the monophonic ring tones…..the notorious ever-growing snake that never seems to stop growing….. The millions of casing options to suit your clothing….. It’s a more of a love affair then just a cell phone
I’m sure the readers today have owned at least one of these babies before. It is one the toughest phones back then and that can still rival most of the current models today. Almost indestructible, these phones have been going strong for some 5-6 years of punishment for the user. 
Today’s post is to reflect and honor this noble cell phone and the splendid years of service it has provided us. You guys and girls may share some of your 3310 experience in the comment section.
Sorry haven’t been working hard on getting the next post out (yeah I am sorry I have a life) Anyway, I have a valid reason for the delay. I was preoccupied with lots of shooting, chucking grenades, planting C4s and swearing more then usual. I’ve somehow got bitten by the Counter Strike bug (yet again), been sitting down all day trying to get that SOB shot me in the head the last round. For those of you live under a rock, the game Counter Strike is a game of police and thieves on steroids. It is mostly a game for the HARDCORE GAMER and sore losers (mostly Malaysians and Singaporeans)
Today’s post is dedicated to Jackie chan. He inspired me to show off my drunken Kung Fu style. Like any legendary Kung Fu master I will not reveal my secret moves. However I will try my best to illustrate my position and the aftermath. 
On with the secret move, like any drunken kung fu style the basic idea is to get pissed drunk. 
I some how Kung Fu-ed this sign post.
The aftermath
A great piece of engineering from the Israeli counter-terrorist forces I have to say. You can grab a peek around corners and shoot em’ up if you feel like it. Now the business end of the gun is ingeniously disguise as a cute little cuddly cat doll, it maximizes it lethality (By confusing cats that are trained as a sniper for the terrorist forces in Afghanistan?... Come on!! ).
So my advice to all those cat lovers there if it don’t come purring don’t come patting. Word of advice to the host.....why the hell are you whispering????!!!
The everyday supermarket scene.. cue the shopping music~!
Got Milk?
An illustration of the traffic conditions we get here in our island
Every passerby was giving me that “HAHA….. Look at him… what a jackass” look or the “This must be his first time here” look. Anyway you can’t blame a guy for craving some attention once a while. Besides I am taking one for the fans (if I do have them). Well in the end my little expedition was put to a halt when an old fart told me “Uh… its best you don’t take pictures in a supermarket. You might get caught” I was pissed no doubt but I didn’t want any trouble.
Finally~! the source of power and most probably colour of The Hulk
