The Charlatan

When I have become what they want me to be

A perfect paper cut, rubber stamp, carbon copy

Of the masses' hypocrisy and plastic respectability

Under the guise of growing up and living up

Earning my dimes by sucking up

Then I am indeed, a Charlatan

When I finally decide on a tattoo..

I like the position & concept of the one here but the Om artwork can be better...

I love the one below but I wonder if my dad or the resident Iyer priests will burn me on the pyre for blasphemy. You only see great artwork of deities on white people or the Japanese.

I mean, on anyone but wholesome Hindus.

Credit: Harizanmai Tattoo Studio

Credit: http://www.riskapele.com.br/tatuagens/ganesh/3209/1.html

There are No Housing Developers in Heaven (may they Roast in Crispy)

Ok, Me disappeared for a while.

Its ok. Me not killed anyone yet. Still working on diabolical plan.

(and OD-ing on Cookie Monster videos. Hence the homage.)

Anyway, as you know, me trying to buy home. And me have got to the stage that lawyers are drafting the S&P, and I find out that after my land search, that the residual leasehold period is 79 years as oppose to the 90 over years as informed by my vendor and her agent.

So in a huff and a puff, me told the agent and vendor to get their facts right.

Vendor was also shocked when she got confirmation from the developer, that the master title indeed only had 79 years left on the lease.

Vendor was told when she bought the property that there was still 99 years on the lease. But now the developer does not want to take responsibility for what their sales people represented to the initial buyers.

And here is the odd thing. When the management office of the condo was contacted, they still maintained that there was 94 years left on the lease.

So now, I have to decide if I want to continue with the purchase or terminate it on misrepresentation. At least 3 years of law didn't totally rot away.

But to come so close....

So now housing developers too are there on my list of despicable scumbags.

The future is bright. The future is octopus.

Dhanyabad Biman.

A condo unit costing RM360k in Petaling Jaya - FREEHOLD?

But I am still waiting with bated breath

UPDATE: Worked! But leasehold. With despicable developers thrown in as bonus

All Hail Paul

What a day for the inglorious cephalopod. Undoubtedly oblivious to his celebrity status and the various recipes he has help inspired throught the 2010 World Cup. All except Spain of course where I bet he's more popular than King Juan Carlos right now.

For more:

http://g.sports.yahoo.com/soccer/world-cup/blog/dirty-tackle/post/Paul-the-Oracle-Octopus-goes-eight-for-eight-is?urn=sow,255211

Smith & Wesson

This is Smith

And this is Wesson

So christened by your humble narrator, these little morsels were adopted to be companions to my existing pet bunny who (still) thinks she is a puppy. Unfortunately they did not get along as hoped. The guinea pigs were terrified witless while my Bun was more entertained counting hay.

So less traumatic lodgings was finally found in the form of Danny and Co’s welcoming home. They have been well loved judging from how they have grown from the size of wee baby booties to now resembling fluffy bedroom slippers.

I am babysitting the furry rodents for the week until Danny returns from vacation. Man, I forgot how much they poop.

Distractions with a capital um, D

On another note - i just bought The Clockwork Orange. The book.

Right, where were we. Ah yes, righteous pandering. But that is no fun anymore.
Random old skool MTVs are depressing. Being grown up is boring especially when I catch myself wondering why other people can't be more responsible. Hah! I missed all the warning signs.

An even thinking of perming my hair. That is just friggin wierd. Where did this aunty come from. Do you even know me?

Hamster Wheel

The amount of travelling this year has increased leaps and bounds from last year. I guess when the Company said Regional, it didn't really hit me that it would involve dragging my ass over to developing countries.

Can't say that I am disappointed.

Yet, for all the moving around, there are some lessons learnt:

There is no place like home, no duvet like my own and nasi lemak ayam rempah is a national treasure.

And that travelling Malaysians have a very bad habit of complaining. No nation I know of has a people than runs down its own,where nationalistic pride is an exception than the rule. Of course I am generalizing but I bet that if you are Malaysian, I am sure that you would know at least one specimen of this infinitesimal annoying species.

What brought this rant on is one couple I had the misfortune of overhearing at the KLIA terminal the last time I was flying in. I must say that KLIA is one of the better airports around and despite how effective the system that as in place, even THAT still was a point of consternation for this couple.

Anyway, bad vibes aside here is my favorite photo from Bali.