Uumph!

Just a few hours ago, I was channel-browsing to kill time (no one's home, had to cook dinner meself summore) when the new Boh ad came on. Typical, if not lame, ad for sure but the lyric for the insert song is just brilliant. At the moment I think it is, at least. I was positively not high on anything, but boredom sure played a role here.

Like anything in life, it was short and not catchy enough to be memorized on the spot. But phrase like (quoting from shaky memory here, mind you)... sunshine
in your eyes, make me want to be a butterfly and such somehow make my day. What, not good enough ar? Well, maybe it was not up to my usual standard, but maybe you just need to hear the whole chorus to appreciate it. I tried to surf for this ad, and not surprisingly nothing came out. What I guarantee is, the new Windows Vista "Wow" ad is not up to anyone standard also.

Maybe I just need to get out more rather than just watching the idiot box.

Happy Red Pill

Before I forget again; a happy birthday to Kak Yong (Yuni), and a belated one goes to Yus (yesterday). Both turned 23 this year... that old, uh?

This post marks an important thing as well: the blog is going to live. Not much as it has a great life to live for, but then again, who really is? And yes, right, nobody cares as well. So let me do what I need to do and be happy for me. Only then can I make sure you are happy, too.

That reminds me of something else. Who here have seen Will Smith's The Pursuit of Happyness? Four trailers and numerous rave reviews ago this movie would had nothing to offer other than the fact Mr. Smith and his son played father-son on screen. Now it makes me to find out more about the real person this movie was based on, and I haven't even it see it yet. Could it be a serious contender for my Life-Drama Hall of Fave (with current regulars In America and I am Sam)? For one, it got a kid as a major role... so I'll tell you when I can. No reviews, though. I don't get paid for these kind of stuff.

Money is illusion for the poor, I'll say.

To Hell and Back...

I hope this isn't going to be yet another once-in-while kinda post, because frankly, it hurts every time I think about this blog, left blank and lonely while people keep tumbling here (pure unintentional, I presume) now and then. If you had read the final installment of The Dark Tower series, you'll understand when I say, talent is a living thing, constantly itching to be used and doesn't like to be left alone, and like an itch, it feels so damn good to be scratched. Not that I'm saying it's the talent that drives me (mainly because I barely have any), but hell, scratching itches is one type of self-pleasure that can be indulged publicly without getting arrested.

As long as I'm writing this off-key, let me update something else: I'm not in Japan anymore, had gained two inches waistline-wise in the last three months, most probably knee-deep in debt, am seriously thinking about pursuing that special something, and will give anything right now for a decent kaisen donburi.

What? Do I need to explain myself? Well, maybe later. Give some room for me to warm up, okay.

So, see this column tomorrow to see if this blog is going to be permenant again or not. Wait, let's make it next week, shall we?

Out of story oledi?

Yaah yaaah... I'm a lazy freeloader, as I assume you already noticed. No class to attend today (as if it ever matter), so I opted to tidur dan bangun di hari yang sama (went to bed and woke up on the same day) and hence, my day started at 3. Right, it's no-news day.

Just to pass things by, I took a quick Kenny Sia's Which Malaysian Blogger Are You? test. Whoever losers that still think I'm not sexy enough, take off your shorts and see this!

Congratulations rogerque, you are...

minishorts of minishorts.net

You are outgoing, direct, smart, pretty, and a definite go-getter. You are frank, a little too frank perhaps that sometimes you get on people's nerves and make them very upset. If people attack you, you hit back with triple the force without blinking because you are the kind of person who knows exactly what you are talking about or else you wouldn't talk about it. Your quick-thinking is what makes you special. You are an elitist.

Which Malaysian Blogger Are You?

What, you don't think an elitist can get lazy? Since you are not my mum, I don't have to listen to you. Blaa blaaa not listening.

Still not listening.

Go listen to the 2nd installment of "Zheng My Car" featuring Kenny.

Dude, where's my car?

While having dinner last night, which consisted mostly post-raya leftovers, CNN was running a slot on GTA in US. Just not to be confused with Rockstar Games' best-selling franchise, this one featured the latest statistics on real-world auto theft.

Although the lady commentator kept saying that 6 out of top ten most-stolen was Japanese, I took the liberty to check on the "other" obvious fact. The fact that there are more Nissans, Toyotas or Hondas than GMs or Fords parked in their driveways. Even the NICB guy said that longevity and popularity have a lot to do with it. Your average carjackers will most likely to hotwire the ones with high market demands, just like any other businessmen, too. They'll go, like, "Nevermind that shiny red Mustang. It'll be ages till we can find a buyer. Plus the cops will be on our @$$es long before we can take off the plates. How 'bout this rundown Civic? Oh, that Sentra looks OK too. Let's take three."

As you can see, I'm not denying the lack of security feature on Japanese cars. Based on what I see these past year, standard issues (even the new Move Custom released this summer) have none of those noisy alarm. Yeah, they have security alarm on, which only means that the hazard lamp went crazy, and nothing else. I once had the mishap with my Civic, where I accidently pressed the wrong remote and the alarm went off. To make it more dramatic, it was on a public parking lot, and damn remote wouldn't response because it apparently had little or no battery left. So as casual as I could, I manually unlock the door and tried to lock and unlock from a few times until it stopped. It lasted less than five minutes (although it sure felt longer, with eyes staring), but wouldn't it be more dramatic if the 'wheeng wheeng' sound was there too?

On another note, have you listen to mr.brown's 'Zheng My Car' yet? Listen and find out what thundeboat and nyon can do to your car!
(note: you must have a decent Manglish ability to fully comprehend this)