Sunday, May 31, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
After replacing my ageing Epson photo printer, I invested in a five ink Canon photo printer system.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Valley from Perak, he resided with my grandma in the Ampang area.They worked for an expatriate family and lived in a servant's quarter. There, my dad and my aunt Lorraine grew
up under as a servant's child.To supplement their income, my grandma reared chickens and sold its eggs to the Tuan and Mem besar. My
dad and aunt hardly had good food. They lived on recycling left overs and commodities such as rice, cooking oil and spices are scarce. For a
servant's meager salary, my grandma managed to bring up her children. She had succeeded in raising one generation through the hardship of War. When the Japanese invaded Malaya,
I was told that it was the hardest four years of their lives.Then the British came back to rule Malaya for another 12 years before handing the country back to its rightful
rulers.Nevertheless, my dad's family lived under harsh conditions. It was my aunt who pulled it together by getting a job
at a multinational company. With her salary, she relocated my entire clan to Setapak. I was born in the last year of the 60s and grew up in the
70s under her watchful eyes.By the time I arrived to the world, life was so much better. We had a roof over our head, three square meals a
day.My grandparents do not skip their meals anymore nor they lived on leftovers. But being as they were, granny did
live the rest of her life in the shadow of poverty.It was too much for her after my grandpa died on the operating table in 1974. The burden to maintain the clan
was on my aunt's shoulder.I remember how she complained about doing it all alone. Her wages went to schooling me and my sister. Then,
her adopted sister also lived on her tabs. Till today that is.When I hit my mid-20s, I got my taste of hardship. I was swelling with pride and practically lost in my sense of
direction in life.Unlike what my grandparents and aunt had gone through, mine was entirely different. I was scorned and
humiliated by some people who thought that I was too far gone. At this point in life, I have failed in many aspects. In short, I was in the 'loser' mode. I was angry at myself. Then
something struck me when I recalled the hardship that my grandparents had to endure.What I was going through wasn't even close and taking another look at life from that perspective, I was sure that
after hitting rock bottom, the only way is up.I rebranded myself, repackaged my skills and used that as leverage. It seemed that at the time, my only hope
was to rise to the calling of joining a newspaper and see the world.Which was exactly what I did. Nevertheless, the 15 years that I spent in training saw many ups and downs. I
learned that in life, you can please everybody.And the most important lesson from employment is that one should not be a part of his superior's life. Never let
your co-worker or supervisor dictate how you should run your life.After going through the mill, life got much better. Hardship taught me not to be choosy. I used every opportunity I
had to improvise. My parents never had that chance. They sacrificed a lot to see a better future for their next
generation. I learned that its never easy to trust completely and there are people who take advantage and betray your trust.
Hardship had taught me to size up such a situation. People can test me, but they cannot fuck with me. And for every token that I have earned in the form of toys and experience, no one can say that I am not deserving. When I was down and out, a fellow angler asked why I went through great length to get some good fishing gear
and that over indulgence was not good as I was spending beyond my means. I told him that I worked very hard to earn my keeps and that I have enough to survive. I did not steal or borrow to
get what I want.I can sense that he was sceptical that a lowly reporter can actually do better than an up and coming sales guru.
Too bad, fuck him. Till today, this man is still searching for the answer. Hardship prepares me to be sharp and precise. In life, there is no margin for error. Even if we make mistakes,
we must own up, amend it, and move on with life.Its amazing that with all the rocks and boulders thrown down my path, I still managed to see the world and do
some really amazing things.Best of all, people dig what I have to tell them. I took my failure and turned it into a personal gain. I proved the
sceptics wrong and along the way, made many new friends. Now, I live with my wife and dogs and cannot complain because life is good. There's three square meals and
plenty of room to pursue my past time. I have a life and hobbies that most race race wannabes, has been and never were would envy. And I will do
everything in my ability to protect this.Be as it may, I'm just mid-way through this life journey and cannot predict what lies ahead. But with enough
experience, I would surely pull through. I won't make the same mistakes again and suffer the consequences.Some lessons taught in life is through hardship.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
influential folks. Having greedy friends is another thing. I put up with one such person for many years and realised that there is no
salvation for this greedy bastard.It started with a fishing trip to the Southeastern part of the country and we became friends. I learned that with
greed as a motivation, he used every means possible to climb the corporate ladder.He may be educated with an MBA, highly qualified to do the job, kisses ass and plays his cards well, but the
bottom line is: nobody likes him. Why? He is a fucking greedy bastard.For years, I allowed this guy to have things his way. Each time he pushes his luck, I backed off. But enough is
enough. No more shoving shit.I guess the straw that broke the Camel's back was a trip to the islands where we scored a good catch. He took
everything and his excuse was: "I want to give my father in-law, score points with my clients and bla-bla-bla..."And when I was doing equipment review, he even had the audacity to ask for a diving watch."Hey, I can review the watch and keep it right?"I'd completely ignored the guy. And guess what? Just when I thought I was out, I saw his name in Facebook. Well,
how about that? Fuck him!My father had taught me not to be greedy. Today, I value his words because I have seen the extent of the
damage on what greed can do to a guy...
Nobody cares about a recycled Toad or what he can do to promote the country. And best of all, he is not even a Malaysian!
Monday, May 18, 2009
six-day break beginning May 25.Thankfully, Michelle, my wife had returned from the US without any issues with the H1N1 outbreak which was
reported in Malaysia. "Hey, I am on my way home.." Now, those were comforting words from my wife as she has been away for more
than 11 days.I wish her all the best in the outcome of her professional exams. Meanwhile at work, things kinda eased a bit with
the regional pages that I am tasked to do.So far so good. We have shrunk the pagination down to eight pages with 37% advertisement ratio. This is good
compared to other English dailies in the Klang Valley that is deprived from their main source of revenue.I am glad that we are on track and hope that our advertisers would continue to support us. Been nearly half a year
and things are still looking up.Well, not so for the oldest afternoon paper in the country. I see that they have large holes to fill as there are no
advertisement to make up for it.Sadly, this is the situation and with the share of the pie taken away (internet, cable TV and people not paying for
news anymore) it would be an uphill climb.When the rebranded and relaunced their product last year, I saw plenty of old names brought forth. Way I see it,
there is little point trying to ressucitate something that is dying from the inside.You can recycle and reuse writers and for each one that took off to get along with their lives, there were no
replacement. The result? Mediocrity. Some of the folks who run the paper are out of touch and mostly jaded. They rehashed
news articles from Chinese papers and repackaged it to create a sensation.But really, how long can you fool the paying reader? So keep on plaigarising.All it takes, is a couple of law suits
to bring the house down.This, I can also say for the oldest daily in the country. Its also dead and buried. I am tired of hearing how they
were, what they did and bla, bla, bla. That said, I put this issue of beating the dead horse to rest and hope for the best.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
She's turning four this year
Mr Kee, my old friend
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
digital camera and after cycling through a number of them, I found that many improvements was done to the
hardware.The only beef I had with this new machine, is the battery. To get it going without much recharging, I need two
more spare batteries. Since it was paid in full by my company, Canon had missed out the battery. I was also told that there is a
backorder for the batteries and the wait may take more than a month.As a start, the G-10 will see some action in my food trail and since the G-9 and its predecessor the G-7 is now
officially retired from active duty, it will be used in my offshore adventures.I will post pictures as the G-10 is put to test.
Leonard Nimoy's finest hour - reprising his role as 'Spock'.What's worth mentioning is the seamless action scenes and a cool ending. Star Trek tells the origin of James T
Kirk, Spock and how the crew of USS Enterprise first came together.Noteworthy is the hot chick playing Uhura and her green skinned room mate. I'd say that this flick is much better
than the last Trek movie: Star Trek Nemesis which was a turkey.One thing that is for sure is that I'll never get tired of the original characters like Jim Kirk, Spock, Sarek, Bones
McCoy, Scotty, Sulu and Uhura.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Adj. 1. overzealous - marked by excessive enthusiasm for and intense devotion to a cause or idea; "rabid isolationist"
fanatic, fanatical, rabid
passionate - having or expressing strong emotions wn()
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squid-jigging trip draws closer, I can sense that its just gonna be me and my Japanese squid buddy Ryota
Hazishume. I've planned this since late last year and had secured a boat which I would gladly share with Ryota-san. Initially,
we had two more people on the list but I guess my other friend is going to stand me up big time.My only hope now, is to split the cost with Ryota and I guess we are gonna pull through. The fewer people the
better but when it comes to cost, it will take a bite out of my wallet.But since I was rather prudent on last month's spending, the cost would be easily offset by some money stashed
aside for this.Hopefully, things would turn out fine. In the east coast, the ChanHom tropical storm had battered Vietnam's coast
and the winds have blown down to Sabah.Windy conditions are expected to last till Sunday. So, with the weather forecast in view, we'll have to see if the
beginning of the squid season can land us a good catch or otherwise.
by reporters and writers.A book would be the launching pad for any journo's career and being a published author is certainly an ego
boost. Right now, I don't need any. But I have got some ideas for the later years. I still feel that as a writer, I need to build
my following.As far as food is concerned, I've been doing it for a few years. I have yet to gauge the following or folks who
actually bother to scrutinise my work.Yet, people do chime in to give their two cents worth. Most were good and a few rather abrasive remarks were
made.I agree that the readers are important because without their support, the paper or book wouldn't sell. And having
known the industry over the years, I knew who were the real deal and the bogus shit artists.Its not hard to sniff them out because it shows in their work. The good ones are products of passion and after
going through some weblogs on the subject, I found that at least one or two part time writers are passionate
about their work.They may not be trained for the task, but the enthusiasm and willingness to improve made up for it. As for me, a
book on food is certainly far from reach. Good writers are not easily found, but they can be groomed. At this point in life -- that's how I see it.