Debris of my mind

January update

2012-01-16T14:10:00.000+08:00

Forgive me for my absence in the past weeks. Due to certain reasons, I haven't have free time to blog my mind in this space. I don't mind if you don't forgive me. You probably don't care anyway.

To blog the end of 2011 when January 2012 is coming to an end sounds ridiculously wrong to me. You may not agree, I won't fret and I don't really care. What I really wanted to say now is; I had been up and down for the previous months, it's a year riding on roller coaster and my life was so complicated that you won't understand what I say. To sum it all, to not share my 2011 would be best for you.

At any rate, 2012 did not begin with adorable twinks on my bed, nor there was durian raining from the sky. Mind you, those were purely my imagination, not wish. My 2012 started with flu, fever, cough, sore throat and all illness you can imagine when one hits 35 years old. I was in the office, facing the four white walls. In a muted monologue mode, I curse every customer who rang.

Bla bla bla...

Straight to the point, me and so zai had our anniversary celebration in a much simple but costly way.

Yashiki, Viva Home on 08 January 2012

What surprised me the most was not the money I spent on that day. Tuls, out of no where, texted his blessing on our 4th year anniversary. Honestly, I would like to hug Tuls for making my day brighter.

And then the year continued with more food the next day.

Suki-ya, Tokyo Street - 09 January 2012

A meal with colleagues is better than to eat alone in office. Who would have thought a small sized girl could eat more than me?

The end of the post. I promise to bring more updates in future, constantly.

[ Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

Maybank

2011-12-18T07:45:00.005+08:00

Date: 07 December 2011

Time: 09:00:43 MYT

From: Jino Lim

To: mbbcardservices@maybank.com.my

Subject: Complaint and feedback

Hi card services,

Please kindly assist with the below complaint or forward this to the relevant department if necessary.

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Card number:
Maybankard 2 Mastercard: xxxx xxxx xxxx xxxx
Maybankard 2 AMEX: xxxx xxxxxx xxxxx

Name: Jino Lim (Lim Jinq Sien)
Identification number: xxxxxx-xx-xxxx

Background of complaint:
Back in 8th November, I put through my credit card application at Maybank Sri Petaling. As Cyberjaya is nearer to my work place, I prefer to collect my cards during my lunch time instead of traveling all the way to Sri Petaling.

When the credit cards were approved on 23th November, I rang the call centre for both cards to be redirected to Maybank Cyberjaya. I was informed that the redirection can be organized and I would receive call from the branch when the new cards arrived. I took the words in heart and was expecting a phone call for few days.

As you can see from your records, I made several more phone calls when I received no reply from the bank in regards to the cards collection. I spoke to at least 4 consultants already. Every consultant I spoke to first informed that the cards would be sent to Maybank Sri Petaling. When I mentioned my request for redirection, I was again assured that my request will be honoured and I would receive call from the branch.

Not really happy with the outcome, I visited Maybank Cyberjaya on 1st December to check on the cards. I was duly informed by the staff in customer service that there was no card delivered to Maybank Cyberjaya. The staff also hinted that it may take up to 4 weeks to deliver a card and the branch will call customer to inform the cards collection. I left the branch in disappointment.

Impatience for the cards, I made another phone call to the call centre on 6th December. This time, it was confirmed that the cards were ready for collection. However, I find it intriguing to learn that after numerous phone calls made, my cards were never redirected to Maybank Cyberjaya. As much as I wish the cards to be redirected another time, I was totally numb with the empty promises. Moreover, it may take more weeks to organize cards redirection if I were not to collect them at Maybank Sri Petaling. Disappointed on the service delivery level, I screeched to Maybank Sri Petaling for my cards collection on the same day and wasted my time on the travel.

Upon looking at the envelop, the cards were delivered to Maybank Sri Petaling on 1st December, approximately 2 p.m.. The frustration derived from the incompetence to redirect the cards as per request. Secondly, there was certainly no attempt to contact me by the branch for cards collection.

The lack of follow up and service delivery level promised by Maybank had greatly impacted customers. I understand that the call centre can only read me whatever information on the screen and they will only forward my requests to relevant departments. This is a feedback to highlight my disappointment and experience with Maybank.

Expectation:
Imagine all the hassle and the experience endured for the Maybankard 2 Cards. Due to such inconvenience, I humbly request a compensation of at least RM 50 into the credit card account. You can contact me to discuss this incident further.

Contact:
I can be contacted on my mobile 016-xxxxxxx after 4.p.m. daily, or you can reply my email at lenard_xxxx@hotmail.com.

Thank you.

Regards,

Jino Lim (Lim Jinq Sien)
I/C: xxxxxx-xx-xxxx
Date: 07 December 2011

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Date: 17 December 2011

Sent via express post

From: Malayan Banking Berhad (3813-K)

To: Mr Lim Jinq Sien

Dear Mr Lim,

Maybankard 2 Credit Card No: xxxx xxxx xxxx xxxx

Maybankard 2 Credit Card No: xxxx xxxx xxxx xxx

I refer to your feedback via email dated 7th December 2011 in regards to the above card accounts.

We truly value your feedback and wish to thank you for highlighting this matter to our attention. Please allow us to convey our sincere apology for the inconveniences encountered in regards to the collection of your Maybankard 2 credit cards recently.

Mr Lim, rest assured that we have taken the necessary remedial actions to ensure matters such as these are properly managed and to avoid any recurrence in the future.

We truly regret the impression that this incident has given you and we hope that it will not undermine your trust in our services. As a gesture of our appreciation on your valuable feedback, please accept the enclosed gift vouchers for you to enjoy.

Once again, thank you for giving us another chance to serve you better and should you require any further assistance, please do not hesitate to contact our Customer Service at 1-300-88-6688 or fax to 03-7953 8600 or email to mbbcardservices@maybank.com.my. We will be glad to assist you accordingly.

Thank you for your kind attention and at the opportunity to be of service.

Yours sincerely,

Farah Liza

Head - Service Recovery

Service Fulfillment

Customer Engagement

Cards & Unsecured Lending

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The above was my experience with Maybank credit cards recently. Attached in the post are the cash vouchers for McD!

Apparently Maybank is unaware of my dissatisfaction with McD. What a shame >.<

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

Love game continues

2011-11-05T00:49:00.000+08:00

Five years ago when I read this story, it doesn't make any sense.

Later in life when our relationship started falling apart, the same story has spared us the agony of love.

Enjoy reading.

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When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said; I've got something to tell you.

She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the pain in her eyes. Out of sudden, I lost my words but I had to let her know my mind. I wanted a divorce and I raised the topic calmly.

She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words. Instead, she asked me softly; Why?

I avoided her question and this made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and yelled; YOU ARE NOT A MAN!

We didn't talk to each other that night. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. However, I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; You had lost my heart to Jane. I don't love you anymore. I pity you.

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement stating that she could own our house, our car and 30% stake of my company. She glanced and tore it without hesitation.

The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had became a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. Her cry was a kind of release. The idea to divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be clearer and firmer now.

The next day, I came home very late and found her writing on the table. I went straight to sleep very quickly because I was tired after entertaining my clients. When I woke up, she was still at the table. Writing. I turned over and was asleep again.

She presented her divorce conditions in the morning: She didn't want anything from me but a one month notice before divorce. She requested both of us to struggle and live as normal a life as possible for a month. Reason being; Our son will have examination in a month time and I don't want our broken marriage to interfere his studies.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more. She asked me to recall how I had carried her into our bridal room on our wedding day. She requested me to carry her out of her bedroom to the front door every morning for the month duration. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable, I accepted her odd request.

I told Jane the divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. Scornfully, she said; No matter what tricks she applied, she has to face the divorce. Her words, more or less, made me feel uncomfortable.

My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us; DADDY IS HOLDING MUMMY IN HIS ARMS! His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softy; Don't tell our son about the divorce.

I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She waited for her bus to work while I drive alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. When I smelt the fragrance on her blouse, I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. She was not young anymore. There were fine wrinkles on her face and her hair was graying. Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed; All my dresses have grown bigger. I smiled. And I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason I could carry her so easily. She had buried so much pain in her heart. I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came at the moment and said; DADDY! It's time to carry mummy out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out became an essential part of his life.My wife gestured to him to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away, afraid that I may change my mind at the very last minute. I then held her in my arms, walked from the bedroom, to the sitting room and to the hallway. Her hands wrapped my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; This is just like our wedding.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day of agreement, I held her in my arms, not moving an inch. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said; I hadn't notice that our life lacked intimacy.

I drove to my office, then jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the doors. I was afraid that any delay would change my mind. I walked up to my office and Jane opened the door. She was about to celebrate our new life when I told her; Sorry Jane. I do not want to divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished and then touched my forehead; Do you have a fever? I moved her hand off my head; Sorry Jane. I won't divorce. My marriage was boring probably because she and I did not value the details of our lives, not because we don't love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day, I am suppose to hold her until death do us apart. She gave me a thunderous slap, slammed the door and then burst into tears.

On the way home, I passed by a floral shop and ordered a bouquet of my wife's favourite flower. The salesgirl asked; What would you like to write on the card? I smiled and wrote "I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart."

The afternoon when I arrived home, with the flowers in my hand and smile on my face, only to find my wife on the bed - dead.

She had been fighting cancer for months and I was too busy with Jane to notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through the divorce. At least in the eyes of our son - I am a loving husband.

From a story circulated across the internet for many years.

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It is not the mansion, the car, property or money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. The small details of your lives are what really matter in the relationship.

Recall every moment of happiness, pave the way for another chance and you will again see the light to shine your lost path (I don't really agree, but it works for now).

Thanks for loving me.

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

Attitude of entitlement

2011-10-27T11:13:00.000+08:00

The few instances recently where the idea to end our relationship continue to haunt. It's not once or twice in a year. Rather, it's three or four times in a month that have wearied me. Perhaps my tolerance has deteriorated below the threshold. Or perhaps I don't feel the appreciation that I deserve. The relationship, no matter how I look at it, doesn't look as healthy and glorious as it used to.

Often I lost myself into negativity.

I am tired.

Should I let go?

Walking together for this long isn't an easy journey. Having said that, I still cherish the rare moments of joy and the constant incoherent argument throughout the love. No matter how hurt it is, a life without you is a life wasted. Without you, I will lose many goals in my life. I am never complete. To give my 4 years of investment another chance, I just have to smile, hold back the tears and pretend everything's okay.

Being a full time lover is so tiring and now I can't stop yelling for off days. Never in my life I request for a break. For once I strongly believe that I deserve some rest to ease my mind (as if the love is torturing me), I humbly submit to you my application for annual leave. A quick trip (without you) will be great.

1) Sun tanning - Pangkor

2) Mount climbing - Kinabalu

May I? Without you?

I already know your answer before asking.

Application declined. Reason: I have to tag along.

p/s: Image is not related to post title.

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

Upgrade. Starvation. OT. FB.

2011-09-21T00:29:00.001+08:00

Just about to blog something interesting and I accidentally clicked on blogger new interface. WTF? I seriously hate this new layout. It's so plain!

What's the interesting thing? Beat me, now that I am angry with this new interface I forgot what I wanted to write! Damn...

Anyway, most of you have not realized that my old Facebook was deactivated many months ago. Reason which I don't plan to share publicly, only few knew. Sorry and thanks. Things have changed in many ways as we moved on. After four months of disappearance, I returned to Facebook not because I cannot live without it. An agreement was signed. Such agreement would allow me to pierce my ears if I can return my Facebook to its former glory. There were many promises violated when I started this new account. Again I apologize to all involved. But let's not dwell in the past. If you are here and couldn't find my name in your Facebook, please click on the Facebook icon below the blog title and you will be led to where I reside. If you are interested, that is. No obligation.

Using Nokia 5800 XpressMusic for less than 5 months, the mobile is upgraded to iPhone 4 above. Truth be told, seeing one using iPhone on the street to be so common that I feel more superior to use Nokia 5800. At any rate, an iPhone as so zai's graduation gift isn't too much as long as it makes him happy. Which is mine? Guess and you shall be rewarded.

To buy two iPhones does not mean I am rich. Two iPhones in the given time is definitely inappropriate to the year end budget. If I calculated correctly, I will need to save at least RM 1,700 from this month to cover the iPhones and Taiwan expenses for two pax by next September. It sounds impossible but it's achievable - 'coz I am Jino. To achieve these, I need to carefully lessen GSC, Sushi Zanmai, petrol and condoms. To suffer slight starvation and constant overtime (OT) would hasten the process. I sound crazy but they worth my effort. Does that explain my fatigue and low sex drive?

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

It's not building

2011-07-07T10:31:00.003+08:00

The picture speaks itself.

Since the progress is minimal, I probably need protein and personal trainer soon.

Paiseh. Picture will be removed in ~~seven days~~ 12 hours. Please, don't throw up.

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

Pemburuan makanan Hari 3

2011-05-08T09:45:00.001+08:00

Pos berkaitan:

Bahagian 1, Bahagian 2, Bahagian 3

Tarikh: 27 Mac 2011.

Lokasi: Melaka.

Terlebih dahulu izinkan saya untuk memohon maaf kepada para pembaca sekalian kerana penanguhan bahagian ke-3 lawatan ke Melaka.

Sekali lagi kami menikmati sarapan yang disediakan oleh krew restoran hotel. Seperti biasa, tiada keistimewaan dengan sarapan tersebut. Kerepek jagungnya telah lemau ketika dihidangkan. Pisangnya teramat besar dan saiznya teringatkan orang di sebelah saya. Adalah tidak patut untuk kami merungut banyak kerana hidangan hari ini disediakan percuma.

Selepas sarapan, kami mengemas bagasi dan bersedia meninggalkan Melaka. Dengan sedihnya, saya menyerahkan kad kredit kepada penyambut tetamu di lobi dan memikirkan bil yang harus dibayar bulan depan.

Sebelum kami meninggalkan Melaka, kami masih sempat bertandang ke sebuah kedai yang terkenal dengan pelbagai jenis tart. Teringin saya memesan kesemua tart di sana tetapi perut tidak mengizinkan. Harganya tidak murah dan rupa luarannya teramat biasa tetapi rasanya agak elok jika dimakan sebagai manisan. Keju yang melekat di gigi masih terasa selepas meninggalkan kedai.

Dengan memikul beg yang berat, kami berjalan kaki menuju ke gerai popiah di Jalan Bunga Raya. Di pertengahan jalan, kami berhenti untuk membasahkan tekak dengan ais krim yang tiada keistimewaan. Penulis blog di internet menyatakan ais krim di sini adalah buatan sendiri. Malang sekali, lidah saya tidak dapat membezakan ais krimnya dengan ais krim potong di Kuala Lumpur.

Setibanya kami di gerai popiah tersebut lebih kurang pukul 12, kami dihampai dengan notis oleh tuan punya gerai.

Dengan perasaan tidah puas hati, kami mengunjungi gerai cendol dan laksa di Jalan Hang Jebat dan kali ini kami menikmati laksa ala lain. Berbeza dengan laksa baba, laksa di atas diperkaya dengan rasa pedas nyonya yang tidak keterlaluan. Sekali lagi hati saya terobat dan boleh meninggalkan Melaka dengan hati yang tenang.

Di sini, ingin saya lafazkan ribuan terima kasih kepada Khai kerana membelikan kami peta Melaka. Tanpa peta, adalah tidak mungkin kami mengenali jalan di sana.

Di sinilah perjalanan dan pengembaraan mencari makanan di Melaka berakhir dengan perut boncit dan berat badan yang meningkat. Semestinya akan saya lawati Melaka pada hari akan datang. Bukan esok atau bulan depan. Besar kemungkinan tahun hadapan saya akan balik ke sana untuk mencari makan lagi.

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

Newly added - Pizza Hut

2011-05-01T21:45:00.011+08:00

Allow me to briefly outline my dining experience in one of the many Pizza Hut outlets.

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Name: Jino Lim

Brand: Pizza Hut

State: Wilayah Persekutuan
Location: Sri Petaling

Date of Visit: 04/27/2011

Time of Visit: Dinner (6 pm to 9 pm)

Type of Visit: Dine In

Subject: Others - Customer Service

Detail:

To whom it may concern,

My main concern in writing this today is to channel my feedback on my dining experience as of above.

When I locked my car and dashed to your door, the sky was pouring so heavily that I can't help to be severely drenched. As I stepped into your restaurant, I noticed two of your staff were standing near the take-away counter. Perhaps the temperature was much colder inside that the staff fail to display the warmth and comfort I needed. Greetings, or at least a fake smile would do a bit of magic. Truth to be told, it didn't bother me, yet.

I climbed the stairs to the first floor where the dining area was. I was very sure 20 tables at the least were empty. Two staff were stationed at the cashier counter. My mum and I chose a table visible from all angles. I waved for their presence on the assumption that to cater to our orders and needs were their reasons there. Then one of the ladies at the counter walked towards my direction. When I was ready to place my order for the day, she walked pass my table and stopped to look out of the window pane. She returned to the counter and walked pass my table without looking at me or my mum.

Perhaps she did not notice my hand earlier. Both the ladies seemed to enjoy their chat and laughter at the counter. Instantly, I made my second wave. That time, I was confident that the same lady saw my signal because she looked at my direction for more than 5 seconds. To my surprise, she turned her head to her colleague and they burst out laughing.

Though not satisfied with the way they responded, I raised my hand again to attract their attention without losing my composure. The same lady, 'seemed' to understand my needs, walked to my direction. The difference was, this time there were menus in her hand. We knew what we wanted so a menu wouldn't make a difference. When I thought I saw hope, she changed her direction and placed the menus three tables away from ours. Let's not get hysterical, but the table was empty! She then returned to the counter.

To summarize the above, we were left unattended for more than 20 minutes. No menu were presented, let orders taken. Do you now understand the origin of my frustration?

In terms of customer service, this is rated poor offer of assistance. Not only the staff failed to display their professionalism, their ignorance has blinded their alertness and competence as well. I can comprehend that patience is needed during peak hours. However, such service was totally unexpected from a major restaurant such as Pizza Hut when there were only three out of 20 tables occupied.

If you are reading this today, I believe that my frustration has not fallen on deaf ears.

I may not be categorized as your loyal customer. However, as a patron who felt insulted for such incident to occur in the competitive industry, I hope that the management can look into this matter seriously not solely for the satisfaction of a customer, but your reputation as a leading pizza chain in the country as well.

After much disappointment, you will need tremendous improvement to regain my confidence in your brand. You do not want customers to pay 10% of their bills for service below satisfaction, don't you?

Address: x-x-xx, Jalan x/xxxx, Taman xxx xxx, 57xxx Kuala Lumpur.

Phone Number: 016 - xxx xxxx (Hand Phone)

Email Address: xxxxxx_xxxx@hotmail.com

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Feedback was forwarded around 10 p.m. the same day via official portal.

Surprisingly, someone rang the next morning. A short conversation took place at 11.37 a.m..

Nizam: Good morning. May I speak to Mr. Lim?

Jino: You're speaking to Jino Lim.

Nizam: Good morning, Mr. Lim. My name is Nizam, the manager of operation of Pizza Hut Klang Valley. You sent us a complaint that you were unhappy with the service at our branch in Sri Petaling, right?

Jino: Hi Nizam, how are you? Thank you so much for calling me back. Honestly I do not expect a response. Well, you have read my mail and that's what I experienced.

Nizam: First of all, Mr. Lim, I apologize for what you had through yesterday. We regret to have such event during your visit. I will relate this issue to the branch manager there and we will highlight the problems together. I assure you that disciplinary action will be taken against the staff on duty according to investigation result. We will also review our current training plan to ensure our staff are professionally educated.

Jino: I am not interested on your course of action, nor am I looking for compensation from your end. All I hope is the issue in the feedback to be looked after. No one will enjoy this, not with their growling stomachs. In my opinion, customer service is as equally important as your products. Worry not., Nizam. You may lose me as a customer today. But I am confident that if you can boost your staff's work attitude, no doubt your business will move to a higher level.

Nizam: Thank you very much for your comment, Mr. Lim. We appreciate all your time and your feedback is compiled in database.

Jino: Thank you very much for replying. Have a nice day.

As a result of incompetent staff, Pizza Hut made an entry into my banned list. Now that McD and Pizza Hut are forbidden, I have more reasons to stay healthy.

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

An evolution of mobile phones

2011-04-27T16:35:00.004+08:00

What can I say about this mobile?

It's a major upgrade.

It's a touch screen phone.

Initially, there were few issues with the phone to which had haunted me for nights. After a simple software update, problems were all solved. Speaking of software, I heard that this mobile can support grindr. Curiously, I downloaded the application but not knowing the installation steps can be frustrating.

Now that the new mobile has slashed my wallet dearly, my life next month is rather constricted. Poor me have to feed on cucumber for a month?

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

Blogiversary and gymiversary

2011-04-13T23:37:00.008+08:00

Today is an important day for two reasons. The first reason is that April 13 is the sixth anniversary of this blog. I could never have imagined that I would still be happily blogging after I started my career life. Of 'coz, anyone would have realized the tremendous decline in posting over the years. There was a huge difference of anticipation towards blogging now and six years ago considering the work load and amount of time I spend at home. Life's been dull. Many drafts in the blog are pending to be edited. Procrastination? Writer's block? I just couldn't muster enough discipline to channel my thoughts into proper words.

But, hey! Never in my wildest imagination did I think people would still visit my blog and befriend me. Thank you for sharing the fun and keep me going with your support and comments. Blogging is my best way to improve my English. There are many grammar rules in English that I am not aware of. This is the place I am going to put my English to the test.

Most importantly, I still uphold the belief of "write to express, not to impress". There may come a time when the writing feels flat and lifeless. I'm pretty sure I understand that. That is why I am amazed how we are still pressing on.

The second is that today is also my one month gymiversary. In other words, I joined the gym last month. The main reason is the gym is only 10 minutes walk away from where I live. I'd never go regularly if it weren't really convenient. And I admit that I have been slacking a little on my diet. In a few cases I have been feeding on bread and toast. To add insult to injury, my mama does not corporate and I ended having mountain of rice down my gut everyday. The carbohydrate intake is a bit too high to my liking. Friends advise me to get myself protein drinks to obtain fast results but it is unfortunate that I am currently suffering a minor financial crisis. One month. In another month, I will resort to protein drinks if no prominent result is observed.

The gym has the least visitors at 6.45 a.m., which is the gym's opening hour. And I love this hour not because there are hunkies roaming over the floor. On the contrary, the gym is very empty and suitable for people like me to workout. Imagine yourself in the gym during peak hours and you are using a chest press machine at 26 kg. Then next to you, stand a hunk with "WTH are you doing at 26 kg?" eyes staring at you. When I move away, he wipes the sweat off the seat, and switch to 54 kg. 54 is not my number - not as a beginner with my physique. If you do not understand, it is personal space in question. Truthfully, I can easily lose confidence and feel fearful when someone's watching.

As much as I love personal space, I seriously don't mind eye candies in sauna and locker room. Putting my gym routine aside, my eyes were rewarded with two Japanese walking in the locker room without a single thread during my first visit, right in front of me. They weren't too built. Their skin weren't as fair as I imagined. Their thick bushes tempted me to offer them a trim. I saw them again in another afternoon, no further action was taken though. Nothing was more rewarding since then. I no longer see them as I hit the gym early morning. Workout in the afternoon was probably not a bad idea, after all?

There is not much expectation from a month of gym. Though I begin to feel some fine lines on the abs, abs don't look sexy without a developed chest. Till I manage to get a better body, I am reluctant to show picture here. Fingers crossed, I give myself half year period for significant results.

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

Pemburuan makanan Hari 2

2011-04-06T08:21:00.003+08:00

Pos berkaitan:

Bahagian 1, Bahagian 2, Bahagian 3 (akan datang)

Tarikh: 27 ~~April~~ Mac 2011. (pembetulan pada 06 April 2011).

Lokasi: Melaka.

Berucaplah selamat pagi pada hari kedua atas jasa sinaran mentari yang lembut dari celah langsir. Tidak dilupai ucapan terima kasih kepada krew restoran hotel sini kerana memulakan perjalanan hari ini dengan hidangan sarapan set.

Sarapan ringan teramat sesuai sebelum kami membebankan perut dengan nikmat resepi tradisional tempatan nanti. Tambahan pula sarapan yang dihidangkan lagi menceriakan pagi yang nyaman dengan kata nikmat "percuma".

Kami segera menuju ke destinasi seterusnya untuk mengisi perut yang masih kuat bergeroncang. Selain juadah Portugis, Melaka juga terkenal dengan masakan nyonyanya. Restoran nyonya yang sering diiklan dalam internet hanyalah di depan hidung kami, maka sasaran ditetapkan di Donald dan Lily.

Ini adalah kali pertama kami menjamu masakan nyonya. Ayam pongteh di atas dimasak dengan kacang hitam dan cendawan yang paling saya benci. Namun rasanya tidaklah sejijik yang saya sangkakan. Sebaliknya, saya agak gemar dengan hidangan ini sekiranya minyak dikurangkan dan kentang diperbanyak.

Jika dibandingkan dengan ayam pongteh, rojak di restoran ini tidak dapat memuaskan deria rasa saya. Bahan dan rasanya tidak setimpal dengan harga yang ditawarkan. Pada pendapat saya, saiz kari asam ikan agak berbaloi tetapi rasanya agak sama dengan kari ikan yang didapati di gerai mamak. Nasib baik kari asamnya tidak pedas dan amat membuka selera.

Sekali lagi kami berjalan-jalan sekitar Jalan Hang Jebat di bawah matahari yang terik untuk membantu penghadaman sambil mencari cenderamata. Di depan San Shu Gong terdapat gerai menjual kuih bahulu berintikan kaya pandan. Tiada komen terhadapnya.

Selepas penat berjemur di tengah jalan tanpa hala tujuan, kami berhenti di sebuat kedai yang kononnya terkenal dengan popia berminyak babi. Tuan punya kedai amat bangga dengan pencapaiannya sehinggakan banyak keratan surat khabar ditampal di atas dinding.

Bukan sahaja popianya siap dibalut berbelas minit sebelum kami membuat pesanan, ia juga habis basah direndam minyak. Tetapi jika dilihat dari sudut lain, rasa daun ketumbar dalam popia masih boleh tahan. Teringin sekali saya mencuba popia di tempat lain.

Walaupun perut masih lagi boncit, kami meneruskan perjalanan dengan aktiviti seterusnya. Berdekatan Jalan Hang Jebat juga, terdapat sebuah restoran nyonya yang tersembunyi di belakang lorong. Pengat durian merupakan snek utama yang dilaung-laungkan dalam internet tetapi pelayan tidak mengenalinya. Aneh sekali. Adakah kami memasuki kedai cetak rompak?

Pada mulanya saya sangka inti nyonya zhang adalah daging tuna tetapi teksturnya adalah daging babi rupa-rupanya. Ini adalah kali pertama saya merasai nyonya zhang, maka saya tidak tahu rasa nyonya zhang yang asli dan sedap. Sekiranya ia dihidangkan panas mungkin rasanya boleh dipertingkatkan.

Goreng-gorengan lima rempah di atas serupa dengan masakan ibu saya. Ibu saya akan menambah water chestnut dan bawang untuk menambah kemanisan daging.

Tidak tahan dengan cuaca di Melaka, kami sekali lagi mengunjungi gerai cendol pada hari semalam. Bezanya hari ini, daripada mencuba cendol yang sama, kami membeli sagu gula Melaka untuk mengubati tekak.

Berbeza daripada imaginasi saya, sagu gula Melakanya tidak dihidang bersama ais. Ia terlalu manis jika dimakan sendirian. Mungkin kerana kami meminta manisan ini dibungkus maka ais tidak diberi?

Sesampainya perut kami ke tahap maksima, kami balik ke hotel untuk berehat dan Sailormoon menjadi hiburan saya sehingga masa makan petang. Tidak lupa juga sesi bermandi-manda.

Pada kebiasaan, manisan dinikmati selepas hidangan utama. Malam ini, kami menentang norma dengan menghirup susu madu panas untuk merangsang rasa kek lapisan telur. Tidak banyak pilihan semasa kami tiba, namun kami bernasib baik terdapat beberapa potong kek yang belum habis dijual. Kemanisannya berada di tahap yang rendah memfokuskan aroma telur dan krim.

Makanan di Nadeje bukan calang-calang. Dengan perut yang tidak terisi, kami ketandusan idea untuk makanan malam sehinggalah kami terjumpa sebuah restoran ala barat sekitar Dataran Pahlawan.

Sekali lagi, restoran sebegini terlalu lazim di KL. Kentang goreng yang digoreng hingga hangus, kedai yang tidak teratur dan anak lipas berkeliaran adalah fenomena yang biasa dilihat. Entah-entah tuan punya restoran berasal dari KL?

Sebelum kami menamatkan perjalanan pada hari ini, kami berjalan-jalan di Mahkota Plaza dan sekitarnya sebagai senaman. Berbandingkan sekarang, Melaka pada waktu malam 5 tahun dahulu teramat sunyi. Dulu-dulu, berbaring di atas jalan raya selama 10 minit bukanlah sebarang masalah. Kini, kami menghadapi cabaran untuk melintasi jalan raya yang sibuk dengan kenderaan pada pukul 11 malam.

Demikianlah laporan saya pada malam tersebut. Selamat membaca.

p/s: Sekiranya anda menghadapi masalah membaca Bahasa Kebangsaan, sila klik butang penterjemahan di sebelah bawah kiri blog.

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

Pemburuan makanan Hari 1

2011-03-30T14:09:00.015+08:00

Pos berkaitan:

Bahagian 1, Bahagian 2, Bahagian 3 (akan datang)

Tarikh: 26 ~~April~~ Mac 2011. (pembetulan pada 06 April 2011).

Lokasi: Melaka.

Memandangkan Melaka (pernah) terkenal sebagai pusat penyebaran Bahasa Melayu pada satu ketika dahulu, dengan segala hormatnya akan saya bercerita dalam Bahasa Kebangsaan pada hari yang mulia ini.

Pada pendapat saya, Melaka zaman kini bukanlah terkenal dengan tapak bersejarah sejak zaman penjajahan mahupun cerita wira Dol Said mengalahkan askar-askar British. Bersyukurlah pada resepi tradisional tempatan, Melaka berjaya menjadi tumpuan utama pelancong dari merata tempat termasuklah pelancong domestik. Dengan kata lain, blog hari ini memaparkan makanan di Melaka sebagai tema. St Paul's Fort? Makam Hang Tuah? Kota A'Farmosa? Perigi Hang Li Po? Saya tidak berminat langsung melainkan kawasan tersebut menjual makanan yang sedap.

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Bas yang dijadualkan 8 pagi bertolak 30 minit lewat. Namun, seluruh perjalanan hanya memerlukan 90 minit ke Melaka Sentral, kemudian 15 minit ke Dataran Pahlawan dan 15 minit lagi ke hotel. Aldy hanya membenarkan penginapan selepas pukul 2, maka kami meninggalkan bagasi di hotel dan memulakan perjalanan kami dengan segera.

Destinasi pertama kami ialah nasi ayam yang kononnya terkenal dengan bebola nasi yang lembut dan wangi. Ganjil sekali, tidak seperti khabar angin, kami hanya perlu menunggu 5 minit sementara menantikan tempat duduk. Mungkin kerana kami bernasib baik. Selain bebola nasi yang padat, saya suka kulit ayamnya yang licin dan sos cili yang membuka selera.

Walaupun hidangannya tidak menarik dan persekitaran yang kurang bersih, masih ramai yang rela beratur selama 30 minit di bawah matahari terik. Jelas sekali kami amat bertuah kerana hanya berdiri selama 5 minit. Gambar di atas diambil semasa kami meninggalkan premis dengan perut yang kenyang.

Seterusnya kami menghilangkan dahaga dengan cendol terkenal di sebuah kedai sekitar Jalan Hang Jebat. Kedai ini dihiasi barangan antik dan poster lama yang berhabuk dan agak susah untuk mencari tempat duduk kerana tempat yang terhad.

Kedai ini tidak kelihatan cantik pada dasar luar, tetapi keunikan cendol di sini tidak boleh dipertikaikan. Terdapat banyak cendol dijual di Melaka, tetapi di sini sajalah dapat saya mencari erti 'cendol'. Tidak susah untuk membuat perbandingan. Apa yang diperlukan ialah lidah.

Selain cendol, laksa juga merupakan tumpuan utama kedai tersebut. Walaupun harganya melambung berbandingkan tahun lalu, hatiku yang pilu pada mulanya terobat dengan rasa santan yang kuat dan rempah yang menawan.

Selepas menikmati makanan yang berat, adalah wajar senaman ringan diiringi untuk membantu penghadaman sebagai persediaan untuk sajian seterusnya. Dengan ini kami mengambil kesempatan tersedia untuk mengunjungi beberapa destinasi bersejarah yang berdekatan sehingga sampainya masa chek masuk hotel.

Walaupun harganya tersangat mahal, kebersihan dan kemudahan hotel masih dianggap memuaskan. Tambahan pula, hotel yang terletak di lokasi yang agak strategik di bandar raya Melaka memudahkan perjalanan kami.

Sesampainya bilik, kami beralih dari senaman ringan ke aksi lasak dan kemudian berehat seketika. Adalah tidak sopan untuk bercerita lanjut secara terbuka, tetapi sekiranya anda berminat untuk mengikuti kisah aksi bolehlah MSN saya.

Dengan berbekalkan kaki yang berotot, kami meredah sejauh 2.5 km dengan harapan satay celup belum dibanjiri orang. Pada pukul 5 petang, kami merupakan tetamu kelima dan terpaksa menunggu 30 minit sebelum tibanya giliran kami.

Secara am, restoran ini menghidangkan pelbagai bahan stimbot dengan kuah satay sebagai sup. Udang sebesar tapak tangan adalah fokus utama restoran ini. Kami diingati oleh bos untuk memastikan udang tersebut dimasak lebih kurang 8 minit sebelum disaji. Setahu saya, udang ini hanya terhad 1 untuk setiap orang.

Kuahnya terlalu manis dan akan jelak jika dimakan berlebihan. Secara jujurnya, tiada apa keistimewaan selain daripada udang besarnya yang rangup. Namun ramai yang rela beratur dengan penuh kesabaran seperti dalam gambar di atas. Agaknya berapa lama mereka perlu menunggu?

Selepas matahari terbenam, kami bercadang mengunjungi pasar malam Jalan Hang Jebat. Selain gerai cenderamata, kami tidak dihampakan dengan juadah di gerai malam mingguan. Perut kami terlalu penuh untuk mencuba kesemua makanan di sana.

Maka kami hanya boleh mencuba makanan yang tidak pernah dicuba. Contohnya seperti spring roll yang berintikan durian segar. Sekiranya harga dan minyak pada kulitnya boleh dikurangkan, semestinya akan saya syorkan pada kawan-kawan pada masa hadapan. Tidak jauh dari sana terdapat sebuah gerai menjual waffle hotdog. Nasihat saya ialah jangan sekali-kali membazir duit anda pada hasil gagalnya.

Sozai teringin makan susyi pada malam itu dan dengan keberatan saya terpaksa membeli susyi yang bukan main mahal. Rasanya tidaklah seteruk yang saya jangkakan, tetapi sebaik sahaja masuk mulut lidah saya boleh memberitahu ini adalah susyi dari pasar malam.

Demi menghilangkan perut yang boncit, kami beriadah sekitar hotel sebelum menamatkan perjalanan pada hari pertama. Sekiranya wifi di hotel berfungsi, kami akan berjaga hingga larut malam dan bermain Facebook. Tanpa disedari, Melaka juga kelihatan cantik pada waktu malam jika bau dari Sungai Melaka diabaikan.

Demikianlah perjalanan kami pada hari pertama berakhir dengan perut yang kenyang dan dompet yang parah. Jangan lupa mengikuti bahagian seterusnya. Selamat membaca.

p/s: Sekiranya anda menghadapi masalah membaca Bahasa Kebangsaan, sila klik butang penterjemahan di sebelah bawah kiri blog.

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

Financially upset

2011-03-15T21:43:00.009+08:00

When one faces financial problem and feels uncertain about his money, he will gradually go into denial. That is when every second is an emotional and monetary burden. While PTPTN has enslaved many of my peers upon graduation, I am grateful that I have yet to worsen my debt with a car loan.

While my family and sozai disagree kao kao, I strongly believe that the multicash savings plan that I signed up recently will benefit me in future. Save RM6000 annually for a decade and interest will accumulate to the age of 70 (wonder if I can live that long). By doing so, they claim that I 'freeze' largely of my cash from unforeseen circumstances. I couldn't agree more with that.

However, I understand anyone who puts 100% of their money into a single investment is asking for pain and anguish. Two components combine to create an allocation plan; financial situation and risk. The kind of change that can trigger significant allocation changes are disability, critical illness, employment or income change, and more. Unless one of these changes significantly, there should be only modest adjustment in allocation. I may be poor in finance management, I am not close to a level so crazy that I leave myself cashless. Though not stable at the moment, I am confident that securing my financial future is achievable in time to come. On top of that, the savings comes with small insurance features. The definition of insurance is too general to describe but if I die today, I will at least not burden my parents with my existing debts.

And I am desperately looking for a part time job with super flexible work time. The commitments are killing me away. Seriously, I am bad with financial planning.

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

A tasteless day

2011-03-06T09:01:00.018+08:00

Again.

It began with a faint taste of hot honey lemon in Delicious. The lemon stayed in my mouth for few minutes with gradual unresponsive taste buds to anything on table. Peach and Banana Crumble was all but taste. So was the sandwich in The Garden. The pizza in Old Klang Road was another wet, floury biscuit that night.

An outing without flavour wasn't pleasant at all. To me, the foods were monochrome.

Pathetic as it was, the excitement from meeting Orange, Nicholas, Pikey and Bern was enough incentive. And of course, Nicholas's friend DMK.

Dear me, the tongue is so well after a night sleep, I can now taste the leftover food stuck between my teeth.

p/s: The picture is an external 1TB hard disk from PC Expo Midvalley. I can assure you that it has nothing to do with today's post.

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

Little Shoji

2011-02-13T04:58:00.003+08:00

It's been awhile since I last updated. And so it was another Sunday morning, except that, I am currently writing before the sun rises.

Mun Mun is about to leave the country for 3 good years. Having that said we will not meet anytime soon! Hence we feasted our farewell on Sunway Pasta Zanmai Aburi Salmon and Gyu Shabu sesame pasta with a minor retail therapy and eye candies session.

Next to Pasta Zanmai is Shojikiya, a Japanese food specialty store where I bought my apple cider from. The shop is ever ordinary and I prefer to look at the cute 18 year old staff who, according to Mun Mun, has Tourette's syndrome than hunting for my vinegar. I did not notice at first, but he definitely jerks his head more often than not. I name him Little Shoji. (very pleasing to the ear, isn't it?)

Believing vinegar, when consumed appropriately, is effective in ridding excessive air in the body and aiding bowel movement, I braced myself into what I came for. To be honest I couldn't overcome my shyness.

Little Shoji: Looking for?

Jino: I am looking for your email address (whisper).

Mun: Where's the vinegar?

Little Shoji: Do you want to have this? (pointing at sushi vinegar). Or these? (pointing at apple cider and black vinegar).

Mun: Are these vinegars drinkable?

Jino: (looking at the vinegar labels, do not dare to look at Little Shoji).

Little Shoji: Yes, drinkable. Mostly choose apple cider. Not many can accept the strong taste of black vinegar.

Jino: Can you add me in Facebook? (whisper).

Little Shoji walked off leaving me and Mun Mun to choose. Little Shoji came back to us in less than seconds with 2 bottles in his hands.

Little Shoji: Would you like to try?

Jino: Sure! (I was wondering why did he not ask that question before he took out the sample vinegars. What if we decline his offer? Anyway, I like this part of him and this makes him even cuter).

Mun: He must be darn bored in the shop without customer to have him done this for you (whisper).

Little Shoji: I don't have water to mix with the vinegar, but I'll let you try (while pouring into small paper cups).

As he said. apple cider does taste better than black vinegar. His facial expression when he's observing us tasting the vinegar was truly priceless. If only I have a camera >.<

After exchange of pleasantries, we exited without buying. As much as I hate wasting money, the idea of seeing him was enough incentive. Like a thief in the night, you took away my heart in a night.

Jino: I will return to this shop after hours, then I can see Little Shoji the 2nd time. Great?

Mun Mun shopped his FOS RM48 for 2 tees while I rewarded myself a RM 79 grey-collared semi formal white long sleeved shirt before we headed to Shojikiya to end the day.

To my surprise, Little Shoji's not there when we return. Initially I was very disappointed to find out that Little Shoji was replaced by an ugly specky guy. I almost gave up and left when minutes later, Little Shoji's back! Little Shoji's the same as hours earlier - cute and innocent. Very delighted, I paid RM24.50 and was replied a warm smile none other from him.

All the best in your studies, Mun Mun.

And a very fruitful shopping experience, indeed a memorabilia apple cider.

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

It's a leather year

2011-01-09T10:06:00.014+08:00

Many would have celebrated 2011 as the year of rabbit. Yours sincerely is a golden rabbit this year too. But I find it amusing to learn something new this morning. A fact. The fact is, new year is a day everyone celebrates; a day everyone yearns to change and prays for luck. My point is - What good is there to celebrate a day everyone's involved when you have a unique moment, a much more important one almost no one else could have celebrated?

2011 marks our leather year.

As simple as I am, every celebration is simplified (to save cost). The day is so unique itself, we do not have sufficient time to do hanky panky stuff. Honestly, as if awesome feasts and a rocking bed aren't enough.

This year, we commemorate the precious moment on the anniversary eve in a village, in a quiet house where only 2 of us are remained. Upon reaching Kampar we had our lunch done in 1 hour.

Jino's chicken chop and sozai's mihun

Finally, the meal is served

Originally we planned to have mihun as lunch and chicken chop as dinner. Oh well, since we're big eaters so we get to grab something else for dinner. The dinner in western corner of Kampar Vegas was expectedly "cheap". In rating of 10, the dinner earned my generosity of 6. If my chicken chop were to be brought into the restaurant, it would have slapped the lamb and the steak by 130 points. No joke.

Hot chocolate and float

"Onion-less" ring

Mix grill of steak and chicken breast with bacon and potato salad

Jusco lamb chop taste better

When the night turned dark and the wolf howls echoed, we began the anniversary "ritual" as William suggested. The night was so peaceful till an sms broke the concentration at 1 a.m.. "Happy 3rd year anniversary!". So spoke the TULS, and so it was written. The ritual was completed 2 hours later with smiles, sweat and firmer muscles with pleasurable backache along.

I love you. You know how strong these words are.

I am now writing this without my much needed sleep. And there is a need to adhere to my new work schedule 5.30 a.m. tomorrow.

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

Ruminating on rumination

2010-12-31T09:52:00.002+08:00

I am sick of creating new year resolutions. We often set our goals unreachably high, fail again and get stuck in a cycle of resolutions that never resolve. I have these and these resolutions but were mostly left out in the end. This shows how determined I am in changing myself.

Therefore, instead of dreaming on more resolutions, may I take this opportunity to request feedback from you guys? Response on my strength. Areas to change to a better me. Feedback on my negativity. Or perhaps if you have any enquiries in mind, now is the best time to raise them. And I swear to answer them honestly.

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

My own space

2010-12-19T19:07:00.001+08:00

Sharing a bedroom with a sibling can be annoying at times, let alone sharing with your parents. Their mess takes up one half of the room, you can't bring a friend home without them in the way and you can't get much privacy.

Longing for a room of my own since the new house was built, it's no longer a dream. Though the new house ended as a sold property yesterday, the members of the house have unanimously agreed to play own roles in contributing to the current house renovation. In another word, financial contribution.

Well, money doesn't bother me much. 'Coz I am finally getting my own room. Very soon. No more sleeping with parents. No more junks around the house. My own space.

Most importantly, I can sleep the way I have always wished - sleeping naked.

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

Birthday

2010-12-06T19:47:00.003+08:00

16 October 2010

A quick dinner with few bloggers in Berjaya Times Square Kenny Rogers. I am sure you guys had a hard time choosing the correct cake. Thanks you all.

From Esper, Ichi, Nicholas, Bern and Pikey.

Do you believe we were scolding each other 10 minutes before this picture was taken?

First time cutting a cake

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03 December 2010

Someone has turned 22. I would have given him a present if he behaves. But oh well... I am the best present he can ever wish for.

Bee's Tiramisu

What's your wish?

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04 December 2010

Just like any other celebrations, we opted for Japanese food as our meal. Located hundreds of kilometers away, this was my 3rd try while sozai had his first. Definitely a great experience to him. These are good foods, I tell you. If oysters are available, make sure you order them.

Osaka Japanese Restaurant

Check out the thickness of Salmon Sashimi here

Soft Kaniko Salad - as crispy as potato chips

One must try the Black Dragon before you leave

Special Dynamite Maki - full of fish

Tamago and Tobiko Sushi

Mussel Clam - too good

Salmon Skin Temaki - a bit hard and hangus (wasted)

Age Dashi Tofu - crispy on the outside, soft in the inside

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My in law's birthday coming soon too. Definitely a huge hole in my wallet already.

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

McDonald's

2010-12-02T09:39:00.007+08:00

On the way back home from Rawang, we paid a visit to McD drive-thru located near Zoo Negara. It was 6th of November, 1331 hours when we ordered McValue Nugget Meal and a cup of chocolate Sundae. We made a dash home without paying attention to the price till we checked the invoice later in the evening. Instead of RM 9.40, I paid additional RM 3.30 which was quite obviously a mistake.

For many reasons, I could not get back to the outlet immediately. I was well aware that my chance of getting back the money's so slim if I didn't inform them right away. Waited till 28th of November, again we decided to drop by at the same outlet to clarify the mistake. I get to speak to one of the staff, Ayu.

Ayu: Sir, ini staff masa key in dia tak letak value meal. Jadi harga sudah silap.

Jino: So can I have the remaining balance refunded?

Ayu: Tak boleh sir. Sebab ini resit sudah lama, you patut datang balik dan bagi tau kita.

Jino: It's not convenient to drive all the way back here for a few dollars. What do you think?

Ayu: Then kenapa you tak datang awal sikit? Sekarang sudah berapa minggu dah.

Jino: What makes you think that I pass by here everyday? I have work to do.

Ayu: Kalau macam tu at least sir you boleh call number ni dan kasi tau kita. Then boleh kita follow up.

Jino: So you cannot refund me the money?

Ayu: Cannot, sir. Sudah lama sangat ni. Kalau you datang balik hari tu kita boleh kasi balik duit tu.

Have you all already realized what's missing from the conversation?

Jino: I tell you what. The reason I am here to seek either one of the two. Firstly is the refund.

Ayu: Aha... aha...

Jino: I understand that it's my mistake for not checking the invoice before leaving. And you also have the right not to refund. But what I am looking forward the most in my visit today is a word of APOLOGY. Throughout the conversation I can feel that you put all the blame on me. I can't get refund 'coz I did not do this and that. It is not 3 dollars anymore. You have never put yourself in my shoes since there's no sorry from your end that makes me really disappointed. Despite a mistake made by your staff, there is no apology.

Ayu: So sorry sir.

Jino: No, you are not. No worry Ayu, you have not done any mistake. It's a customer who is not satisfied with the customer service you have provided and I will seek a channel to lodge a complain. And McDonald's has lost a small customer. Thank you.

It's hard to recall the conversation as dual languages were used but I tried my best. I've also notify McD this incident through their website in hope the management not only focus on products. Customer service is just as important! A gentle reminder: If you want your complains to be heard, speak to a manager instead.

No more McD for Jino.

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

Beauty comes at a price

2010-11-21T17:58:00.012+08:00

I tried what Chu had brought back from Taiwan. The feeling's superb. For the first time in my life, I fatt hao to this extent. I'm excited.

My Beauty Diary Apple Polyphenol Mask

Main ingredients:

roselle acid:

removes dead cells of skin, improves and prevents enlarged pores.

hyaluronic acid:

stimulates synthesis of collagen, improves skin's firmness and resilience.

gentle nano:

AHAs prolong pore-contracting effects

I tried the red wine mask but have decided to buy the mask above for its effects (though I clearly know those are marketing gimmicks). Guess that I will become a girl for 30 minutes at home in exchange of more confidence on the street as a man. As Kenji said, "the best quality of you is the manly you!".

Selling RM 50 at retail stores, I can now get it at the price of RM 29 through online purchase (credit to Mun Mun). Hopefully I can get the mask by Tuesday. Surprisingly, I did not think twice. No hesitation. I'm obsessed.

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

Balance of life

2010-11-13T19:04:00.002+08:00

Before my work starts I look forward to my lunch time. After lunch, I cannot wait to dash home. Moods vary with Monday blues and thank god it's Friday. I don't like my job. I want to quit.

Oh no I cannot quit! I need money. I want to save. There's no specific reason to save at the moment but I find it depressing to spend my hard earn money. The more I save, the happier I am.

Open up the wallet and it's my source of motivation at work.

Li Ning, 李宁

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

Birthday

2010-10-24T15:09:00.030+08:00

I haven't been at work for more than twenty minutes and already my day is going down hill. There are times when hair pulling seems to prevail over other activities in life. Some symptoms to mention that can be noticed are being irritable and tired from not sleeping well, unable to focus and having emotional outbursts. I wish to write more on my work but soon to realize that this is not the place to do so. Not in this post, at the least.

Unlike my usual routine where I wake up to the work stress, today is different. I wake up this morning with this feeling inside me which I can't explain. Although only 5 hours of sleep, I felt the distinct energy flowing around my body. My heart beats 75 times a minute. Never have I felt this great in the past months.

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By hiding my date of birth on Facebook as Ben suggested in U6BF Ayamas gathering 10th May, birthday wishes in Facebook and handphone were drastically reduced as compared with last year. I don't like to stay in the highlight, but needless to say I appreciate the sms and Facebook messages from you all.

A week before my birthday, so zai and I toured to Penang as my birthday celebration. We had nice food, met great guys and most importantly, the xxx session. The video taping would be the best present if my incompetent camera can record a video more than 10 minutes. Disappointed, yeah...

On my birthday, Esper treated a tender grilled chicken chop and a slice of hardened marble cheese cake in Secret Recipe Cyberjaya. Together with the meal were a box of dark chocolate and RM50 Jusco vouchers. His generosity and cordiality put me in guilt. There's no need for such formality anyway.

5 days later, which was a Saturday, so zai and I again had a celebration with Pikey, Bern, Nicholas, Ichi and Esper at Times Square Kenny Rogers. I'm so sorry to put you guys in trouble for I know choosing the right cake was difficult. In honesty, I love the green tea cake.

The next day wasn't a celebration. It's instead a quick breakfast with Pikey and Bern at Sri Petaling where I got on hold Hyorinmaru. A slight touch on the blade and my finger bled. It's sharp.

As I have previously blogged, to celebrate the date of birth is not to celebrate your birthday. Birthday is an event where we express our gratitude and appreciation to our parents. As such, I spent a handful of my salary on Osaka Japanese Restaurant, Klang in a single day. It's very unlike me to spend my money in such trend, but my mum was so satisfied with the oysters and sea cucumbers we had.

Such an eventful month was blogged in one post. Thanks a lot everyone for your participation. I understand the difficulties to read and imagine without pictures but please bear with this. No picture's available as my camera is abducted. To Kampar.

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

Dissertation on my trip to Penang

2010-10-05T21:10:00.021+08:00

It's unusual for newbie like me to get annual leave during the final quarter of the year. I kinda feel like I hit a jackpot when I was asked to leave my work for 3 days.

My visit to Penang (02nd to 04th October) was an opportunity to discover and experience the wonders of local food. It is not the food that I enjoyed the most in the trip, however. I am proud to have a friend who's willing to bring me around Penang for food and sightseeing, even though I only asked for a short meet up (personally, I believe he doesn't like people mentioning his name in blogs). With his help, I get to meet few other bloggers (TZ, Shawn and Mark - edited and added 24 October 2010). Hey mates, I am not at all scared to meet older people so worry not XD. And not to forget Jeff, another blogger who toiled his way to bus terminal in the final hour before we departed to KL. I'm grateful from the bottom of my heart. Of 'coz aside from that, I have my beloved so zai who made my days in Penang.

Tune hotel - double room

Haircut in Penang

Kek Lok Si

Few eye candies here >.<

Going through tough times hiding from my mum, bosses and friends

More pictures can be found in the Facebook. I had my share of fun in Penang and I hope you all enjoyed as much as I did during the weekend.

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

28 September 2010

2010-09-28T22:19:00.024+08:00

Objectives

"Jino. What is your objective here? Do you work here to gain experience? Money? Part time while waiting for studies? To get promoted? Where do you see yourself in this company in the days to come?" asked my line-manager on my 5th day of answering calls.

"I have something in my mind but it's still too early to disclose. I need more time before I can take my stand. Give me 4 months and I will get back to you."

Certainly, I know what I want from this job. No doubt I will be there in 2 years. Wait till the right time comes and he will know my decision.

林宇中

It's not easy to forget a person one used to like. A special song dedicated to Nicholas Tang. Is he thinking what I am thinking (if he can understand)?

Investment

Imagine I have a habit to save MYR 1,000 every month. Besides spending on food and shopping, is there any suggestions on investment? The amount is very little, I understand. Maybe it's too early to talk about this. Yet I appreciate any recommendation that can put the money into good use.

Credit card

I see credit card in many good ways to improve quality of life and the convenience a card made of plastic provides. At the same time, I observe the hazardous sides of the card which have jeopardized many families. I can't help to wonder if I am sufficiently educated to handle the card. The application form has been filled in as I am seriously interested to obtain one. All that is left is the gut to submit the paper.

October

September is coming to an end. A wallet which can fit 3.5"X2.5" photo is perfect to grace the month. Perhaps Nokia 5800 XpressMusic will do a fine job too.

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

3 weeks ago

2010-09-12T17:28:00.002+08:00

Date: 21st August 2010
Venue: Wisma MCA, Jalan Ampang
Time: Approximately 11 a.m.

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

1st permanent job

2010-09-07T21:02:00.007+08:00

16 days. In these 16 days I have been 'fooling' around and been 'fooled' while receiving pay. To those who concern, I am currently working in a bank call centre, located in Cyberjaya. Transport is provided therefore distance is not in question. Some were confused on how Biochemistry is related to banking service. That being said, there is no connection between them. Bioscience does not promise future in Malaysia. To survive in KL is tough, let alone to make a living with my degree. Hence, my job in customer service.

At the same time, I am always alert when it comes to graduate studies. I was once offered a position in UPM, but was then rejected because I cannot comply to both working time. When I have to earn for living, it is natural to consider graduate studies as the second priority. I do not want my degree to go to waste, yet I have no option at the moment.

Back to the title, I am not sure if he plays dumb but there is a colleague who asks me:

Colleague: What do you major at?

Jino: Biochemistry.

Colleague: I know. That is a new course for banking or finance, 'is it'?

That question depressed me. A lot.

There is a rule that restrict handphones in the building. All staff, by all means, are required to keep handphones in the lockers. Imagine 9 hours working without handphone. It is understandable, but is also annoying, agree? That also explains the reason I reply slower than usual. And we have a cafeteria which offers variety of 'food'. We have vege pedas, ayam goreng pedas, tofu pedas, steam ikan pedas, potato pedas. I can only entertain white rice and dhal. KFC is located miles away. Seriously, I start loosing weight on the 2nd week of working.

After an 8-days English assessment upon hiring, I stumbled upon many 'situation' which I never thought are grammatically incorrect. At the same time, we were taught on phonemic codes which help in pronunciation. I am then assigned to Australian credit card call centre. That means I'm gonna be tortured by Aussie.

Now that the English assessment was over, we proceed to process training where we are required to fully master the product knowledge. Due to lack of exposure, I am struggling to comprehend bank language and terminologies. Studying in bank for 2 days has enlightened me. After all, bank is no charity institution. If a lawyer is a professional liar, bank is a legal loan shark. Seeing as so many victims fall into bank's trap and seduction, it is fortunate I do not have a credit card at the moment. Credit, when users are unaware of the limit, is disastrous. Examples set by many credit card slaves on the street. Many lessons to come in the coming weeks.

People like us spend a lot. As for me, switching from prepaid to postpaid has caused me financial crisis. You won't notice how you spend your credit till the statement date comes. As for me, for the 1st time in my life I was about to reach my credit limit this month. While I always scold Edwin on his overused credit, it's a slap on my face when I commit to the same act. RM 128.56 in one month, wei! It's gonna kill me a lot on my 1st salary. I need extra discipline if I were to get myself a credit card >.<.

p/s: If I am quickly running out of credit, I wonder how Khai is doing over there. Maxis sms Digi - unbearable...

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

Attitude

2010-08-29T20:48:00.003+08:00

On the 3rd day of training in HDP, ATTITUDE was the day's highlight as Jo Wan the trainer repeatedly stressed the enlightening word in her unpleasant tone.

"I don't care if you fail the assessment but I at least wish you will walk out this room with the right ATTITUDE."

To whom it may concern:

I was more than happy when you set your goal this semester to 3.000. What get on my nerve is the fact you sleep, watch One Piece, attend meeting and chant to cosmic energy more than the time you spend on studying. You resort to last minute revision and procrastinate to the very end. You are not helping yourself, who's to be blamed? I personally don't believe you can make it through if this is the ATTITUDE you display.

You complained and wanted your laptop formatted. Then you requested my help. You know I don't have much time yet you procrastinate. Instead of spending 3 hours of my available time to make back up data, you slept and did nothing. You know the consequences. Serves you right.

And many other cases when accumulated causes annoyance.

Everyone makes mistakes. But are you the type who learn from mistakes? Rumi the super boss in the organization said "There are 2 types of fools; fools who never make mistakes and fools who repeat mistakes". You may think they are trivial. But throughout the 2 years, there is no improvement I can give credit for. Very quickly, I reached my tolerance limit. My continuous advice did not reach you. Disappointed. You may hate me now but in the end you know that I love you.

Only if you display the right ATTITUDE, this day may not have to prevail...

I am sorry to Nicholas and Carpe Diem for rejecting the meet up today. Let's meet up some other day. So sorry.

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

Adultery

2010-08-27T08:56:00.021+08:00

Trust and faith are essence of a long distance relationship. Not exactly true to say I lack both, but confirmation tests never hurt. Just to remain on the safe side.

He was informed to welcome me on the Wednesday. Instead I took a morning bus to Kampar on Tuesday (17 August). Only by surprise can his guard be lowered. To reduce chances of eliminating evidence, surprise is a wise option.

Upon entering his room I checked behind the door. Chances of someone hiding behind is high.

Then I allowed his wardrobe ajar. In case there are M or L size clothes or unrecognized underwear among the stash. Who knows if I have enough luck to spot someone hiding in the wardrobe?

Trash bin was thoroughly investigated.

Drawers were unlocked.

Every test shows negative result. A question remains. Is he the loyal and faithful type? Or is he from the genius family who leaves no evidence after crime? Either way, I am satisfied as long as I don't find out. This is how I place my trust XD.

p/s: An overdue post without special activity throughout the stay.

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

Alma mater

2010-08-15T20:02:00.010+08:00

I do not know how true it is after I left, but when we were still students, we took the school image as our greatest pride. Unlike many on the streets, our students keep their shirts tucked in after school hours. Neat. Tidy. Smart. This is the first trait of a Victorian.

Any activities organized by Victorians require minimal, very close to no help from teachers. Teachers are present only on the actual day of campfire, contests, trips and meetings. They are not involved in sponsorships, decision making or planning. Clubs and societies in the VI are students-oriented where Victorians work independently, be it in curricular or co-curricular agendas. This is also a significant trait of the VI. Teachers, however, are important when signatures and approvals are needed.

Assembly in the main hall every Monday morning wouldn't be smooth if not thanks to the Victorians in blue shirts and white pants. These authorized Victorians were limited in numbers. With mere 20+ of them in the Prefectorial Board, the school discipline can somehow be 'assured'. Unique? Awesome, I would say. You cannot find this in many places.

My STPM was my busiest year in my life. It really was. I burned midnight oil for 3 months. I sacrificed 3 months of night sleep. I skipped all school classes and majority of Kasturi classes. No I did not sacrifice for studies. A Victorian endlessly supports the school he loves in many ways. I can safely say that I sacrificed my academics while invested heavily on the magazine. Yet I never complain. Never regret. From a silencer who is not known and had no reputation in the eyes of teachers, I was promoted to bear great responsibilities. Being appointed acting EIC of the VEB 2006, there were a lot that I learned in the short few months. From political struggle in the board itself, experience widened to dealing the hypocrites in the school administration. There were stress from the higher rankings, publishers and useless teachers. I had seen people with double faces in the board, in the admin office and in the staff room. As the leader of a board which managed the production of the school magazine, I (with the greatest support from my editors and committee members) had to take care of everything not only the principal, senior assistants, advisory teachers, but also government puppets, non-related teachers, students, publishers, sponsors, security guards and toilet cleaner inclusively. From my 1st editor I understood how honesty is insignificant in reality. I was taught to practice double standard. There were times I was required to sneak in the principal office and steal documents and risked being caught. Government puppets like kaki bodek a lot so I shamelessly be one to satisfy their needs. My secretary was there when I tried to hold my tears. This was where I gained my first touch of photoshop. I started reading and improving my English 'coz I overlooked News and Report Department and Literary Department. WTF? Why did I torture myself so much for my school? 'Coz I love my school. What did I get in the end? Nothing but life experience and lessons. It's worth.

95% of this cover was my design

Oh, those were my history. The past which many have forgotten. Nonetheless, upholding the honour and tasks as an EIC was my only option to repay the school for what she has done for me. My greatest achievement wasn't the STPM but was VEB. All in all, I am still proud to be a Victorian. Once a Victorian, forever a Victorian. I love my school.

VEB production team 2006.

Give a wise man instruction and he will be yet wiser.

Happy 117th Founders' Day.

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

Directions

2010-08-11T00:30:00.001+08:00

An unrelated photo: Pinky red.

1. Google map to Sunway Giza - Tao.
2. Google map to Bangi - 1st interview.
3. Google map to Wisma Jobstreet.com - 2nd interview.
4. Google map to Intermark Tower - medical check up.
5. Google map to Cyberjaya - offer letter.
6. Google map to UPM - 3rd interview.
7. Google map to UTAR PJ - convo attire.

7 directions in a month. Google map is very useful, don't you agree? Exploring is fun (I am lying) ^^.

Aiks? My left cheek in the picture macam kena tumbuk dan bengkak >.<.

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

Close up to open out (Part 4)

2010-08-07T17:47:00.039+08:00

Related post:

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 (coming soon)

Friendship turned bromance

Have you ever come across the situation where you delete everything you wrote as draft beforehand, rejecting the entire content? I had done so. Rewriting in an hour was easy when emotions flow to no end. Whistling through the raindrops is a bonus.

We were in the same class on several occasions but not until you left comments on my Friendster that your presence was significant. The transition from stranger to acquaintance to friend began with attention - you made the first attempt for the friendship to develop. You remained a low profile boy without obvious p trait and as such, I had hard time determining your sexuality. Or rather, my gaydar was poorly functioning. That wasn't the main concern, I swear.

You were treated as equal as the rest to maintain a healthy friendship. While I was still attached (to KC), I did not expect nor request anything from you. Not to mention I never knew you're one of us, I kept my gayism low to not lose a friend and avoid punches from a straight, just in case. I was hell sure you were not more significant than others in my friends list.

But for awhile things weren't the same.

We knew each other on education level but we moved further. Gradually you shared me your family background, work experience, ambition, emotions, rants and everything else that I need not know yet wish to find out. When you confided your love interest and showed me the girl you crushed on, inside me was tearing.

Coincidentally our working places were arms length during semester part time job. I saw you everyday and we spent many lunches together. You could say it's fate. I believe it was. That wasn't enough to attract me. In an incident, willingly, you shared half of the donuts from your supervisor on your great sales performance. Honestly speaking, you didn't know how touched I was. My first taste on JCo donuts was thanks to you. In that instance, all too certain there was this guy that I was attracted to and I had developed feeling for. That guy, nonetheless, was you, XB.

I couldn't help to over analyze you endlessly and finished as a loser. You touched my hands in the cinema. We chatted all nights. You always stared into my eyes when we talked. You even invited me back to your hometown to do house chores. For the last month your attitude towards me had become even more supportive and caring. I was beginning to feel that you were looking at me in a different way, though I hardly suspect your intention.

Do you like me? Of 'coz you like me, but what are you looking for? You seem to treat me really good but are your intentions the same as mine?

Questions reversed.

Do I like you? Of 'coz I like you, but what am I looking for? Could it be that my feelings for you have grown into something more? I seem to treat you really good but is my intention the same as yours?

I'd been having very strong feelings of attraction and a desire for something more than friendship. The hardest part was deciphering the difference between someone wanting to be friends and someone wanting to be more, I get mixed signals. It was a tough call and I evaluated myself if I was ready to make my move, to take the risk. What's the worst that could happen? The fear of failure, the chance of awkwardness - these are few things that crossed my mind

Nothing could be further from the truth. On your birthday morning you were on my bed, an inch away from me. Your eyes fixed on mine when I adjusted my eyes to the light in the room. Bravely and randomly, without a second thought I pecked you on your lips at the same time robbed your first kiss. Almost instantly I clenched my eyes. We could have heard the pin drop. From the sound of your heart beat I immediately knew you wouldn't beat me. The moment of truth was here.

The confirmation you provided was reassuring but you were not at all happy to learn KC was in our way. Your patience allowed me time to plan and decide what I want. There's no pressure from you. Over time, your voices were my courage to step in the right direction (on how I eliminated KC, read Part 3). Again you prescribed me time. Time to recollect myself after breaking up. I wasn't strong as you think, however I didn't take long.

Almost a month I waited for the both to get ready. The day was 1st January, 2008. Fireworks graced the beginning of our relationship. Here, I thought you were the prince I truly waited for. Sadly, the fireworks did not simply witnessed my new found love. It was also the day someone unexpectedly expressed his love to me. That someone was not you. He was your new competitor.

I wouldn't give him a chance to ruin what I worked hard to earn. At least I thought so. But it didn't go well. We had been through so much together that it hurts just recalling a tiny fraction of the time we spent as a couple. It was at much lamented we ended 8 days later, while I easily succumbed to a new promising love on the 9th. No, you did no wrong. No, we didn't have argument. Yes, my heart had changed. Perhaps you will find that I'm trying to justify my decision to move on. I couldn't come out something better than crying to alleviate my guilt of ending this relationship. I have to sorry for being a jerk and ruined your first love.

What is bromance? Brother romance? Bad romance?

It takes only a minute to get crush on someone, an hour to like someone and a day to love someone. But it takes a lifetime to forget someone.

Too afraid my heart will change, the reason meeting new friends is my least favourite now is largely due to my inability to control the bromance recurrence and to avoid repeating history of increasing names to my list of exes. Of 'coz, yes to my lacking determination and brittle loyalty.

Hence, the stories of my exes end with this post.

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

The 1st interview

2010-07-28T23:56:00.002+08:00

I had my 1st interview in Bangi as a graduate 2 days ago. It's inevitably hard to shake off the fear and worries despite my attempt to calm down. I've written scripts on "describe yourself" at home but when asked, my mind wasn't straight. Rather, I answered what normal people won't speak of such as "this is my 1st interview after graduation" and "I have no experience in this field at all". Then I expected questions such as "why should we hire you?" or "what do you see in the next 2 years?" thrown at me. Instead, they directly asked related to my academic.

Interviewer: Do you know what is HPLC?

Jino: Yes, I do. We used that machine during one of our practical lab works in uni.

Interviewer: Then can you briefly describe how the machine works?

Jino: ... (shit) (trying to recall)

Interviewer: Is there mobile phase? Column?

Jino: /nod head. Yea and that machine separates substances based on... (trying to recall again).

Interviewer: Polarity?

Jino: /smile. Yes, polarity.

HPLC is a technique which appeared everywhere in my syllabus but the tension had me not recalled anything. I did my homework but there's no way I could cover 3 years of studies in a short time. HPLC was one that I forgot to read up and I've screwed up as you can see. Then they convert the question to UV spectrophotometer and finally the job scope. When the interview came close to an end, they disclosed the salary of that position which honestly, was a disappointment. I am not expecting much to begin with (Who am I? Only a fresh graduate), but I insisted on the interview so that I can prepare myself better for the future, mentally and academically. This is a good lesson, I did it for experience, better than none at the least. Study before interview!

There's slim chance they will call me again due to my performance. If by chance they ring me up, I have to think double twice as the company restricts employees to work in the same field within 3 years after resigning. That's what I was told. I may misheard.

My ex, XB had succeeded in an interview and will start his job as a customer service officer in Damansara. He introduced me to an agent that links to the same company as his, hoping that we will work together. As a fresh graduate the offered salary is very tempting. However, 10 years of science followed by customer service, to me, is really a turn off.

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

Pre- and post-3 kg

2010-07-26T00:47:00.002+08:00

The previous night was so heated it is concluded by waking up the next morning, I lacked the much needed sleep. 69, doggy, air runner, amazon, two mountain. Never had I thought he can be this manly after the years of resistance. Of 'coz there were few moments top view was breathtaking. Approximately 2 hours - with that we probably lost few calories. That amount of calories however, were nothing close to compensate the sinful meal we had in later afternoon.

On the way to the destination we drove into many wrong roads. From Jalan Duta we ended in Jalan Semantan and further up, then Bandar Utama, Damansara Jaya, Damansara Perdana. Inherited mum's gene, I could never learn to link the roads together. 1 hour worth of petrol spent but we failed to meet Kota Damansara signboard. As usual, our conversation turned into argument when situation like this rises. On the minute I gave up and issued a Plan B, Sunway Giza was spotted few meters away from us. The rest are explained by 'criminals' in the pictures.

As the title implied, I gained unnecessary 3 kg. But the best part was I wasn't required to pay a single cent ^^.

On an unrelated story, I have added Nuffnang advertisements in my blog. Not knowing exactly how it works, I still hope to earn some side income.

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

Influenza A, anyone?

2010-07-16T22:54:00.001+08:00

It is sad to learn that my baby at home succumbed to Influenza A, said the children specialist. To be on the safe side, similar test was done to his mum and brother who also suffer Influenza A-like illness. As expected, they have also caught up to Influenza A. Since I've never suspected him, I have been playing with the baby all the time. 2 days passed after the discovery yet I find no wrong with my health. There is no sign of prevalence but that does not guarantee anything. Chances are, the virus is still in its incubation period. Hence I made my first move in case misfortune takes place. My first move is to write my death will and it is stored in one of my treasure boxes. To be exact, is treasure box #3. If you happen to come across my death, kindly tell my family about the will ^^.

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

July has come

2010-07-06T00:56:00.012+08:00

The passage of time is not what it seems. Time passes faster sometimes and slower at other times. It speeds when I play games. Time crawls when I read. While I did not allow myself to believe Jino is jobless, I cannot deny them now. Convocation is around the corner of calendar. So many errands to complete for convocation. Payments must be made by the end of the month. Where comes the money, tell me? Jino oh Jino...

The convocation fee is inclusive of 2 guests entree cards, of which I scratch my head hard since last week to figure out who to invite. My parents were not in good terms but I presume both wish to see me in graduation robe. My bf is also dieing to come along but to think that he has to accompany either my parent for long hours terrifies me a lot. Since 'purchasing additional entree card' is not found anywhere in the convocation handbook, I already expect the worst. My mum is my first priority, who should be the second?

There are many blogs I missed since my disappearance. And there's no promise I will leave comment on every blog post I read, but I will make sure I start reading from where I stop. The process might consume more than a week. Of all, the first blog I read is carpe diem's.

Melaka, besides its historical pages printed on books, is also referred as another food haven in the country. Following Lok Mun's request, I had snapped some photos as souvenir purpose when I visited the historic state which gave birth to many sultans in the country. To their knowledge, their ancestors , like ours, are pendatang. The difference is, our ancestors came to work while their ancestors came while escaping enemies and avoiding capture.

Cendol and soursop ice

Took pictures with my 'gf'

Kuih bahulu with kaya filling

Layers of mille crepe at Nadeje Cafe, Mahkota Parade

The Victorians in Melaka zoo

Lengzai

p/s: Missing pictures are chicken rice balls in He Ji Restaurant (和记) and satay celup in Ban Lee Siang (萬里香)

Last but not least, I have re-activated my Facebook but I won't use it as frequent as I used to. Internet is not Facebook. After all, there are many wonders one can do with internet. One of it is reading Naruto.

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

Gain and lost

2010-06-26T18:01:00.002+08:00

Couple of months ago, an incident inevitably broke out. I almost lost you but we managed to keep the differences aside and moved on. That was at the expenses of losing interest on Rynn's songs, a rather surprising fact to a die hard fan like myself. His songs hold no meaning to me already. Many a time you requested me to sing. While his songs evaporated on the historical night itself, I couldn't do as you ordered. The very songs which I sang thousand times no longer sink in my brain like they used to. Without a second thought, all his posters and news articles were rid from my treasure box.

Unfortunately, another similar event took place last week. The previous post wasn't sufficiently informative so I might as well clear the mess here. This time as well, Edwin and I are still intact. Difference was, it was the interest to online that the event claimed. Simply put, I don't have the mood to online and this seems to last for more than a week. That explain my hiatus from msn all this while. In addition, my Facebook was deactivated accordingly. No hint that I will make a come back this soon. Undoubtedly, no change of heart but a change in me. Whether it is a good or bad sign is not me or you to decide. I blame no single soul for the change.

A brief update about me. My time is largely spent on Diablo and Diablo II. Hell mode in Diablo II is no joke. Even at level 98, I barely able to stand against Baal. Anyhow, my sorceress cleared her path and ranked herself the Matriarch. OMG playing Diablo at this age makes me so outdated. But it was pure satisfaction extracted when Baal disappeared into thin air. Now it's time to put other characters to test.

I read One Piece, 586 chapters in a month. Amazing, no?

Also, I am still waiting a professor's reply whether to absorb me as his master student or not. It's been ages already. No company approached me for interview. I was like an abandoned cat with despair eyes. If the situation persists by July, I have to force money to flow in.

Few bloggers have privatized their blogs during my hiatus. I don't have right to question and they don't have to entertain me. Who am I? Feel childish if I approach them. I was stunned a while for not being informed. I prefer to think of it only as a misfortune rather than ponder their true reasons. Surely, it is none of my business but it disheartened that I wasn't invited to read. The puzzled feeling... eh eh eh? With full respect I supported their decisions. If I can read that wouldn't be called privatization, right?

That aside, I had my 1st anniversary recently. An anniversary of a friendship. He couldn't coincidentally approach me like that. He must have done his homework properly. I can't be wrong. I appreciate his sincerity very much that we celebrated with sushi. Hopefully we will meet some day.

Cucumber and egg maki

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

I don't want to see you anymore

2010-06-13T21:21:00.017+08:00

I had been doing a lot of thinking last night.

The faint weep of dismay danced at the edges of my hearing, kept me from gaining much needed sleep.

Small elements when periodically amassed resulted uproars in the equation.

Chances are, my tolerance knows little bound.

Tired.

Patience means self-suffering.

So speaks Gandhi, and so it is written.

In my ranting, I had slipped my intention - the title.

We exchanged more tears as we drove home.

After all, it is a break up line I don't wish to tell in contrary.

After what we'd been through.

I devoted every ounce of my being taking care of you.

The title - saying it had been an exercise in frustration.

12 of June, 1752 hours.

Both rings were in my pocket.

You finally left with tears.

Freedom? No more sadness?

I had made the right decision, I suppose.

But this was tearing me up inside as well.

Tragically, Jino became single.

However, the existence and all legends about you have since then been undeniable without exception.

The feeling of sorrow was not all the remains in the 886 days we spent.

Someone once said, a relationship is not about changing anyone to what we want.

Personally, I find true love as something that doesn't happen in an instant.

It is a building process.

It speaks the truth about relationship.

Someone says the relationship we have is immature.

Many don't believe we could last.

My mum tried to separate us.

I introduced you to my friends.

More importantly, you are my bf and my bf.

How could I not recall these moments in the idle night I thought I was thinking deeply?

Why don't you strengthen your heart.

When I believe you have more reasons to stay together than to part?

Your love is not worn out.

Not yet.

'Coz you have made promises. Many promises.

Says he, who enlightened, via msn.

An hour later.

My jelly mind was finally straighten.

Once again I placed my trust.

I believe this love will stand the test of time.

Back on your finger, I placed the ring on its righteous place.

I give my thanks to you. Now I am stronger.

Jino was single, and then attached.

Isn't this story, dramatic?

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

Not so alone

2010-06-04T07:00:00.005+08:00

Little did you know, I begin to love quality time for myself particularly the lacking of this somehow draws a great margin of incompleteness and incompetence, from me. Thus, without Edwin sticking his nose around me, I made some suggestion (to myself) on how to spend the time for myself without him, without friend or without family. Not many were supportive though, mostly were critics, I traded them for a moment and a place where I would be left alone and thought to find solace. Hey. Just because you can't stand loneliness, you don't label us insane.

Transport availability and equipments when taken into consideration quickly discarded many options such as waterfalls and jungles. My mum was shocked to learn my last minute plan, more surprised when I revealed my intention to go alone.

Up the peak, what caught my attention most would be the stiff breeze that clouded my vision. I exhaled to have a split second of what's in front of me. And then I couldn't see anything again. For that mystical instant I waited an hour to appear again but sadly it's not likely happening. That was a glimpse of sight I hope to experience again.

But seriously, I never imagined that a simple walk like this was capable of returning series of flashbacks, to when I was still actively attached to KC. Ermm... After all KC was the first to introduce me what Genting was. He made me walked with him and spent unnecessarily when both were barely loaded to feed ourselves. How would I ever forget the RM 150 donation he forked out from my wallet on stupid mattresses? Never had I expected to pay RM 100 for a cheap, blur, 20 shots instant camera. Those unbearable pain!!!

Only good looking guys deserve a place here.

Bukit Jalil to Genting: RM 5 bus (An aunty offered to buy at half the normal price)

Hainan tea O in food court: RM 3.50

2 bowling games + shoes: RM 15

Sundae in McD: RM 4.15

Starbucks: RM 19++

Prince of Persia: RM 12

Waffle: RM 4

Bus to Titiwangsa: RM 6.60

My next target is to hunt Asam Laksa and Char Kuey Teow in Penang, alone. Whether it's happening or not, is another good question.

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

Tormented free

2010-05-30T00:49:00.030+08:00

Every person I met through uni had some impact on me, whether they became my best friends, enemies, ex or secret crush. Spending more than 30% of my time there had it turned into my second home and everyone there turned into my second family. We may be inactive most of the time, I loved all the activities and the closeness of everyone. Despite the complains on the canteen food, facilities and lecturers we had, UTAR is nevertheless a choice I made to spend my 3 years tertiary education.

UTAR portal was down when the results were released. The waiting was extremely tormenting but the outcome was the best I'd achieved so far. For some reasons, I managed to pass all my papers even though I had already assumed the worst for Genomics. Sounds like UTAR doesn't want me to be its student any longer, so do I never want to be their coursemate anymore.

I am not important. Ignore me. - Dr. Khoo.

PR lecturer was so annoying that I always have reasons to punch her red nose every time I saw her.

Computer Science and Organic Chemistry were the worst ~~as they pulled down my CGPA damn lot~~ that I began my journey with lots of injuries.

Dr. Anna is my favourite lecturer. She's the prettiest and kindest of all lecturers.

No doubt English was the most relaxing subject offered, with nothing to study.

And I was 30 minutes late for my Maths paper due to pukimak traffic jam on the Friday. Wasn't moving from 12 p.m. to 1 p.m., just few steps away from my house. I hate strawberries! Unforgivable.

Pengajian Malaysia was the best, never enter class but scored A in the exam.

The semester I finally understood the importance of memorizing notes. Definitely will fail if I didn't memorize. Memorized 100% for every paper.

Heard of 2k hydrogen bonds between A and T nucleotides? You can't find it anywhere but in UTAR.
If you think that a multiracial country can be built by enforcing ISA, then you are hell wrong. - CC debate.
Kita bertemu lagi dalam rancangan, Jino Talk!

What does a girl have that boys don't have? - Dr. Soon. BRAIN!!! - Seng Seng.

What's the scientific term for lung? Start with the word 'p'. - Dr. Soon. PARU PARU!!! - Anonymous.

Oh yea, 3 midterms for a subject. Stressful. Ridiculous or not?

Photosinsis, fee radical, exponential tam - Dr. Lim, our Bioscience dean, who had left to Taylors. Good luck to Taylors.

If I catch anyone copying, whole class get zero! - Dr. Seaweed.

Connical flank. Retarted stand. I thought they were conical flask and retort stand. Anyway, lecturer drew Nike logo on both answers.

A tree, is a tree lah! With leaves and branches. - Fashion Disaster.

The tips are, study all. - Dr. CB.

I will close both eyes when I mark your paper. It's not like I understand anything you write. - Dr. Not Important.

Is there any pufferfish in Malaysia? - Dr. Seaweed. No! Only in Japan! - Seng Seng.

You know what is magic? You got watch magic show ar?

These were among some highlights I could recall throughout my degree life.

Though it's a second lower class, heck! I've graduated! My next plan is to work my ass out for cash. Goodbye UTAR~ But wait! At a corner of my heart is an overwhelming desire to do masters. Should I? Should I not? I am indecisive, that I agree. Financial is the main concern. Definitely require more advices and options regarding this matter, I need to seek some help. Meanwhile I've spread some resume on the internet, hopefully they hook me up for interviews. Feel free to hook me up for yum cha if you want to. Darn free at the moment.

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

Perhentian Trip

2010-05-21T20:01:00.003+08:00

Warning: A lengthy post with lots of photos and words.

Snorkeling is my least favourite largely due to my inability to swim and my phobia to the sea. However the first trip after my final exams was to Perhentian Island with snorkeling as the main agenda. Wondering what could I have been thinking, to do something against my interest? It was a long story which few of you might have already heard of and I chose not to describe. Simply put, without me, the trip won't make it. Noble, am I not?

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Day 0, 16 May.

Constantly, we kept our eyes on arriving buses and announcements in Perhentian Putra in case we miss the bus. Finally we boarded Mahligai Ekspres after an hour late from its original schedule.

Cam whore in the bus

We were grateful not to occupy the first row of the double-decker or we suffer sleepless night from flashes of cars light on the opposing lanes.

Day 1, 17 May.

The night was dark. Along the curvy roads, there was no street lights. And we watched the rain fall on the window pane from the beginning till the end of the travel. Imagine how dangerous it was to speed in this conditions, yet the bus never slowed a bit. 8 hours journey in the freezing cold bus was hella tough. Back was aching, legs turned numb, ass sore. Toasted bread and half-boiled eggs as breakfast before the boats arrived at 8 morning. The winds befell us as we continued watching the rain like threads of gold glided down our cheeks.

Each paid RM 5 for Marine Parks Conservation Charges before we were permitted to hop on the boat. Surprisingly, the boat was speeding too fast on the 'bumpy' sea, we 'jumped' a lot on the boat. Furious sea in the rainstorm, plus the boat leaked at the top left me and another handsome, tanned guy totally wet through. The boat then sent few passengers off separately to different resorts, while we were the last to reach our destination. There was no way I can compromise on a wet 90 minutes ride. I hate this boat! I hate the weather!

I was wet

Arwana Perhentian Eco Resort and Beach Chalet

DiGi yellow man couldn't swim over to the island, hence the lack of network coverage. I couldn't call home to report my status, couldn't sms Khai to inform him that I was safe. The day was too early before lunch so I scouted around the island, snapped some noob shots with my camera. One of the greatest in the stashes was the rainbow after rainstorm. Seriously I didn't notice until I reached KL.

Picture edited to allow rainbow displayed prominently

Nicholas was running a fever that he withdrew from snorkelling on the first day. The sea was indeed too calm after the rainstorm, allowing me to swim without the need of help. I couldn't take care of Edwin in the sea so I allowed Allen to handle him. I was alone, I might add. Wonderful Nemo, sea urchins and colourful fishes as well as colourless corals. Yea, I even saw a black patch of substance at the bottom of the sea, which indeed was claimed as a turtle. Nothing impressive but somehow I managed to relish in the sea.

Noob and pro swimmers

He really has a big head

We walked around the beach to catch our breath after snorkelling, which ended with cam whore session. The sky turned dark. Aside from the wind, it also brought another round of heavy rain.

Cam whoring

We spent the rest of the night on sinful carcinogenic BBQ meal followed by Indon channel and HBO on tv. There was an extra activity on the balcony while everyone was asleep. That was quite a shaky and hot night. Consequence was, countless mosquitoes fed on my body. Don't have to drop hints to guess what's going on, do I?

Day 2, 18 May.

The difference this time, the not-too-well Nicholas joint us to snorkel. Alex Phang, another group of the same snorkelling boat suggested to visit lighthouse which had more fishes and corals with extra charges of RM 10. Regretful. The current was so strong, I was washed so far away from the ship in an instant. Couldn't survive on my own, a life guard was dispatched to the rescue. And then Allen took the baton and led me back to the ship. I was greatly traumatized after the incident and dare not to snorkel already.

Where the lighthouse incident took place

After the incident earlier, I didn't dare to snorkel anymore. At the 2nd snorkelling spot I stayed on the ship mostly fed fishes with bread and took more pictures. Looked at me with shreds of sympathy, Nicholas offered to lead the ride. I accepted the offer and had few rounds of underwater sightseeing. But he couldn't last long. We managed to struggle our way back to the boat, just to realize we boarded on the wrong one. Embarrassingly and tiredly, we asked if we could be sent to the right boat, to which they agreed.

2nd snorkelling spot

Everyone zonked off after the sea activity, while I was awake, anxiously waiting for jungle trekking. Sadly, I couldn't wake them up and we missed the last chance to hike the hill.

Blue sky, blue sea, white clouds

The night was dull. We had congkak, carom and bluff. We watched tv. And we called it a day early as we need to catch an early bus the next morning. According to Edwin, I took 3 seconds to doze off.

In the garden

There was no activity on the balcony, an extra knowledge in case you ask.

Day 3, 19 May.

It was worrying that we might not able to buy 9 a.m. bus tickets back to KL. If we fail to hitch the morning ride, we would have to wait 12 hours for the next bus. For that, we readied ourselves with every possibility and solutions for the worst outcome. The boat trip back to Kuala Besut was marvelous. It's a 30 minutes ride to reach jetty and none of us was wet was the best of all. Lady's luck was on our side. Seats were available for morning bus and that saved us from a lot of troubles. Similarly, the journey back home was uneventful.

Finally reached home safely with some damages. Firstly, my very last underwear grew moulds, I didn't have choice but to throw it away. Secondly, my soaked-in-sea-water jeans stinks and it deserved a third round of washing. Thirdly I suffer a deep cut on my finger, where blood clot remained at the injury site. It's not as flexi as it used to be. Lastly, sunburn itches terribly and painful, all thanks to the nature lover who objects the use of sunblock in the sea.

Deep cut and painful sunburn

The report pretty sums up the whole trip. Thank you Allen for saving my life in the lighthouse. Thank you Nicholas for the 'ride'.

More pictures can be found here.

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

Stop writing! To the Stop.

2010-05-15T14:29:00.033+08:00

The temperature was a lot colder than it was outside where the sun was shining.

Despite the invigilators patrolling, I received various feedbacks when I smirked on the people around me. My effort was dearly rewarding as I look at the clock to notice I completed my answer script in half the required time. As the clock made its final lap, I can hear the rustling getting more frequent.

Sharp 11 a.m., 15 of May, 2010 had marked another historical day to the Biochemistry students in UTAR. It's not hard to figure out what happened, is it?

"Stop writing!"

Knowing them well enough, they never were obedient but this day was an exception. No one bothered to stall more time, especially under Dr. Seaweed's surveillance. She sure left us quite the parting gift.

Without losing my composure, I exhaled one strong breath of stress, sorrow, uncertainties and satisfaction into my hands. To gain courage and walked out the room steadily was proving difficult. My heart couldn't decide to cry or to laugh. This was tearing me up inside.

With the student life ended in less than hours, it's never wrong to claim vacation in place after the hectic 3 years of studies. Without the books pressuring along, when else can I find this moment again? Never will! Till official announcement of my exam results is made, I will not hesitate. Not hesitate to move away from my student routine. For 17 years we've been carrying books. For 17 years we had been pressurized with exams. It had finally come to an end*. Enough is enough!

My first immediate move to claim what's lost in the 17 years is to the Stop while everyone was heading to Malacca.

Thanks everyone for all the lucks, support, slaps and hugs in my hardest time. Now that I am free, I can get active in online again.

Zombie after his finals

*Provided I'm not required to repeat any paper in Kampar.

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

The last chapter

2010-04-27T20:24:00.016+08:00

Think! Think! Think!

Today isn't a usual Tuesday.

After many weekends down the drain pulling my thesis, I couldn't contain the excitement another instant. I'm thrilled to announce that the thesis is finally submitted to respective parties. The toughest part in writing a thesis is not the content or analysis of data. It is to regulate the thesis format to every lecturers' 'taste' that I cursed Dr. Seaweed, Dr. CB and Dr. Ferment almost every night. While every lecturer describes the format differently, around that time everyone was causing huge uproars. It is safe to assume that if there are 100 lecturers in UTAR, then we have 100 different formats for thesis writing to follow. That's UTAR for you.

My 2nd draft

Reading journals and checking thesis were my favourite in class and at home but those were the time. Now that the thesis has nothing in connection to me, I've temporary lost my objective of life. You worked and contributed endlessly to this company and when you grew old, you no longer have the value and hence the dismissal from the company. You've lost the job, you wander around the house aimlessly. You wake up at 7 morning to realize you have no office to go to. You clean dishes at 2 p.m. when by right you had meetings at this hour.

If I am allowed, this is how I feel currently. More or less. Something is found missing in me. My life will be pretty flat in the days to come. That aside, I am very satisfied with the outcome. Thesis I mean. It is undeniable that I have gained knowledge and experience in this field, strangely the pressure was well compensated with the joy and fun along the team mates throughout the project.

Of 'coz, I have finals coming real soon but the motivation has not reached the stimulative level.

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

Final stage of a student's life

2010-04-21T16:36:00.002+08:00

As the title implied, my life is coming to an end. As a student that is.

I am 1 month shy of ending my student life. Being that said, I still have 1 month of reputation as a bit of a student. Been busy since the last quarter of 2009, now I've come to this - final steps to exam hall and presentation room.

Thesis's done with many contradiction to supervisor's comments. Final exams are left untouched at the moment. Presentation is the main concern, which so happen falls on tomorrow afternoon.

Honestly speaking, can't say I have not started to fear tomorrow. Those who are in this field should know what I present while those who are not will think I have gone cuckoo. There's nothing more frightening than QandA session with a panel who experts in this field. Hmm... hope he shows mercy and don't come out unexpected, weird questions. Otherwise I wouldn't dare move an inch and will reply with my hamsap smile.

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

Gotta Catch 'Em All

2010-04-14T13:58:00.006+08:00

First and foremost, Happy Belated 4th Blogiversary to Debris of my mind, scattered everywhere. The exact date was 13th April but I am sure the blog doesn't mind late wishes.

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I remember the days I played the game several years ago. It was so interesting I couldn't help repeating the game over hundred times to date. The anime, mostly related to friendship and not merely love, captivated me to addiction. Days and nights I wish the world would turn into the very fantasy as portrayed in anime. That was several years ago before I entered adulthood.

Few years later, as an adult, I fell into addiction, again.

Khai sent me the Pokemon Emerald, a relatively old version of Pokemon I've never lay my hand on. Knowing the addictive effect, I should not have indulged in the game until my tests end. Heaven knows, I clicked the emulator, checked out saving error (if any), tried some battles and hoo lah~ 7 hours gone. Pokemon, you say? Yes, I don't know what's FFXIII. Yes I am an old fashioned gamer and I am not wrong XD

Edwin complained not receiving any sms or call from me ever since I started Poke-ing. So did the MSN mates. It can't be helped. Meddling in the mid of my battles, how do I deal both sides at the same time? I must choose. Really can't be helped. I needed concentration and cannot afford distraction at this stage. Can you now see the influence of Pokemon had on me?

After long absence from the Pokemon field, my weaknesses are pronounced. I could not differentiate the Pokemons' elements, their weaknesses and attributes. The maps are too big and confusing to be explored in the shortest time. Analyzing skill deteriorates. Most importantly, I spent too much time training my Pokemon to battle the low levels.

In comparison to the previous versions, thumbs up should be given to Emerald. Not only I fail to 1-hit KO like I always do, to my surprise the Elite Fours somehow managed to force 2 full restores, 1 max revive, 2 elixers and 12 rare candies out from my level 88 Swampert. That's a big achievement to the Elite Fours. Those were items I never used in my experience, except rare candies. Let alone using them while battling level 56 Pokemon with my level 88 Swampert. It's safe to say the most exciting battle lies upon them. At least I felt so. Kudos, Elite Fours of Emerald Version. You earn the praise.

While the end of the Elite Fours drew near, the outcome and the next journey of the game was anxiously anticipated before horrible incidents occurred. Too bad. Too bad. After the credits, the saved game was automatically deleted. Or the game restarted to point 0. Either one is good to drive me nut. 'Coz after 7 hours of hard works and sweat, the game... cannot be continued.

I ache all over. Almost couldn't stop my tears, I am now thinking if I should start all over.

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

Breathing is restless

2010-04-10T08:02:00.040+08:00

There's no class as interesting as hers. Maybe not that much but at the least she's presentable and speaks human language. Compared to other lecturers, she is 7 or 8 streets ahead of them. Yes this is a biased comment.

Even if given enough time, I wouldn't have the slightest confidence to score the paper. So many diseases, undistinguished clinical conditions, diagnosis, various drugs and overlapping treatments. To score the test without any hint prove difficult.

Truth be told, I was out of option. In fierce desire not to fail, I resorted to cheating. To be precise, it was an illegal open book test. Of 'coz I wasn't alone and for the same reason, we were all caught red handed. The moment our dishonesty unraveled, I felt miserable and guilty more than I like to admit. Her gloomy eyes were filled with disappointment. No lecturer enjoys catching students cheat in test (Dr. Seaweed is an exception).

Skipped many sleeping hours since last week, report and assignment were quickly waiting in line. Too much time was wasted on both of them, I actually lack the time to revise another test on Thursday. Again, with my pea brain, plainly putting more effort was not enough. The content was as I imagined when the paper reached me - makhluk asing. Knowing this before hand, a piece of small note full of mechanisms was prepared earlier. My conscience subdued my desperation, however. There's still a need to uphold the dignity I have left, if any. To think I would rather fail honourably than to succumb to dirty tricks., an egg for that paper I am sure.

Thesis and oral presentation as well as substantially high-marks lab test are what left before my finals. Even transforming to Ultraman and bankai mode activated would not help me triumph. There's clear light that more help is in need but... exactly how could I redeem myself?

Great sense of fear is close. The fear of not graduating on time.

Where does my rant sink in to?

Energy drained. I'm not gifted. Limit reached.

Sorry if you find me not replying SMS and MSN.

I guess I don't rest till I stop breathing.

But I really appreciate the slaps and motivation in words that all of you offer me. Thanks a lot ^^

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

If I am as strong as him

2010-04-02T13:55:00.003+08:00

While there are several versions common in youtube, this video hit me the most 'coz the song was the very first English song I listen to back in 2006 when VEBians were singing along during photography week.

Not to be carried away by emotions, I spent some DiGi downloading capacity to stream the clip last night. A cute video it is. Of more serious concern however is the meaning I found my heart touched. For the past few nights I had fallen inexorable downwards and am in the struggle back to my feet.

Who, among the many, can read the content of my mind? Yes there is one. Aren't you proud of yourself, Nicholas?

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

Why must cakes be sweet?

2010-03-23T10:22:00.004+08:00

This could be an overdue post only recently was inspired to write, however. On the 13th of March, of certain reasons we didn't get into Alice and her wonderland but instead Pikey, Bear and Nicholas together with me and Edwin landed our asses in Midvalley Secret Recipe - to kill some time.

Each of them picked their choices: Pecan Butterscotch, Durian Cheese, Chocolate Indulgence and Marble Cheese. Other than Marble Cheese, the rest were overly sweet and utterly yucky to me. Scratching my head to make a choice, I opened my mouth few times to speak but ended up only spewing silence. There are things that people will do even though they know it's pointless. No matter how pointless it is, they must do it in order to collect themselves. Even if it is a useless waste of energy, the action will be repeated. I am out of options. Now, I have to say it.

Do you guys take fiber cake?

NO!!! ~~answered four of them unanimously and almost simultaneously~~ only Nicholas sided me (edited and added 01 April 2010).

Why not? It's less sweet and close to tasteless.

That's why!

When such a perception becomes a reality, you have a clear challenge to change. Overpowered, I gave up the idea of sweetless dessert, my finger randomly landed on Chocolate Banana. Haiz... Diabetes!!!

Gazing at the peach coloured sky, I can't help to question my great sense of taste. Putting it a bit more bluntly, I am weird. 'Coz I lose my sweet tooth a decade ago. Don't get me wrong, I can never get enough eye candies.

I would really appreciate cake makers who satisfy our lust for something different. Let's try some bitter or sour cakes, shall we? They could sound very different and new and... weird as well.

But seriously, isn't there anyone on my side? Urghh!

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

He lost both. I replace both...

2010-03-15T19:34:00.011+08:00

It's been awhile I wasn't wearing anything on my fingers. With lame excuses, he never admit his wrongdoing for losing them. Whoever wear couple rings before 5 years maturity of a relationship, the couple will not last. For the future and our betterment, I am doing good by loosing the rings. It's outrageous and I beg to differ. More often than not, I hate the guy who says this. If you think it is sweet and touching, if you care so much of that myth and what legends, might as well you marry the whoever who dare putting such nonsense to phrase. ~~/pissed~~. We are together for this long yet there's nothing common in us which when people see will immediately notice our relationship. I easily feel jealous when a friend put a ring on his partner's finger on Valentine. Another strong reason is by looking at the ring, strangers especially plu will immediately notice his unavailability and hopefully will not approach him. Though not overly effective, you can say it's more like an azimat halau hantu. I stretch out both my hands straight to the sky and look at them with the sun behind my palm. I don't see my ring. Not anymore.

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Several weeks ago, an image of a ring painted red suddenly flashed through me. It looks very familiar to some degree but alas, I couldn't remember where I saw it. Can it be from some shops? Some one who's wearing it walked pass me? Online? Or was it just a dream when I saw that ring? Talking to myself is the first sign of insanity. But that aside, the more I imagine, the prettier it becomes.

That being said, I asked around MSN mates to gather info of the ring's whereabout but no one has come across it. Couldn't hide my disappointment, I walked around few malls despite all the on going midterms, hoping to find a similarity in mind. I've exhausted all keywords in Google. A great deal of time had passed yet my effort was of 'coz, not paid off. Going by that sound, it makes me think that we have no fate.

Or maybe not. During the meeting with William, I glanced shyly at his finger. Yes. There's no mistake. It was shining brightly as he swung his hand, diverting most of my attention on his finger. The red paint on the ring was as attractive as I had imagined. Apparently that ring comes from Japan. USD 26.64. The design sure looks nice as the price is. It's elegant. Beautiful. I love it. Then again, I couldn't find anything close to it around KL.

Thus, I made more walks in several malls to fill the emptiness on my finger and eventually come to these. Simple. Personal preference. The rings may be common but there are times I believe it is simplicity that the beauty becomes prominent. They are completely opposite of what I want from the red ring - attention.

While I was looking forward to engraving, they turned out very disappointing. After hours of walking from Petaling Street to Central Market to Times Square and Sg Wang then Low Yat then Pavilion then Shaw Parade, I am not at all satisfied with the outcome. After all the money spent, the rings are... There was raging desire to throw them away but... Don't cry over spilled milk. What's done is done and I was trying very hard to be positive.

Me and Nicholas were contributing ideas of how to surprise the owner of the ring. We manage to come out with some good ideas but if it wasn't bear's big mouth, the surprise wouldn't ruin >.<. He likes surprises, you know? Anyway me and him had a good laugh over the incident haha.

Please take good care this time. Good things don't come twice. Hopefully the rings will stand the test of time - they are designed to meet this purpose provided he doesn't lose the ring again. Or he's gonna pay dearly for that.

Happy White Day.

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

Close up to open out (Part 3)

2010-03-06T15:32:00.012+08:00

Related post:

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 (coming soon)

Curious is never a love

There are many saying that goes with love:

Love blinds.
A man falls in love through his eyes.
Love doesn't make the world go around. Love is what makes the ride worthwhile.
Gravitation can not be held responsible for people falling in love.

and many more. Amidst many quotes from the shelf, there was a lot of time I believe "Flash love is only a little foolishness and a lot of curiosity " best describes what I am about to write today.

Those who remember will remember the Facebook test I created long ago. Titled "How much do you know about Jino", it comprises 10 questions. If my memory serves me correctly, among the 12 candidates, 10 were shocked to answer question 4 wrongly. Question 4 was:

How many ex(es) did Jino have (before May 2009)?

a) 1

b) 2

c) 3

d) 4

Those who answered a) were shocked to realize they got the answer wrong. Sorry for them. Then I was cornered and was forced to reveal the truth. I didn't hint them any clear indication, but they are not stupid to not suspect.

The truth is, 2 weeks after my first (also the last) gf, I entered another relationship. With who? KC's the name. Fast? I agree too. You wouldn't expect me to tell the whole story of how we started, 'coz I don't feel like telling you anyway. The story behind the truth was shameful. I personally think I lost my coolness that day and... I couldn't believe myself being so cheap for allowing that to happen on our first meet. It wasn't that bad as you think , but I feel very low and inappropriate. 'Love at first sight? We started dating immediately. Instant magnetism? Sounds so wrong, isn't it?

The first month was a complete romance, probably the same as everyone else. We were separated by 50km between mine and his place but distance was not a hindrance. We were tied by his hectic schedule but it didn't stop us. Phone calls were limited but I sacrificed my dad's phone. We talked, we cooked, we slept, we walked, we watched. We tried and experimented almost everything for fresh love we'd just started.

At first I didn't mind spending more on petrol to drive to his place. He had financial crisis and I understand that much. He is a good son and I comprehend his difficulties. Everything I did was for him and very little was for myself. I even lost a lot of my time away from my family. It felt so good on the first month but all that fun came with a price.

For variety of reasons, it is possible to tolerate the romantic season, even if it means to spend on my loan and travel an hour on MRR2 just for a glimpse of his face. Oh sure, soon I learned people have limit. The magic behind the romance was slowly on the wane. From phone calls everyday we cut down to none. From sms 24/7 we reduced to only a morning sms and goodnight sms. From meeting almost everyday we limit ourselves to 1 hour once every 2 weeks. I heard very little contact back from him. Were we on a break? Was love so much for him that he needed holidays after the romantic season?

When I said "love you forever", I thought I could fight to clear up to that limit. Suddenly I was wondering whether I was receiving equal amount of affection back. I was horribly mistaken. I'd done enough. Warning: Never say "I love you forever" even if you terribly love someone. That will be the hardest word retractable in man's history.

Not only that he did not share his problems with me, he made me feel I was another burden to him. I called him but he did not pick up my phone. When he did, he could only say his mum was watching and not convenient for further conversation. He had serious health and family problems. I tried my hardest to help as a bf but... he wouldn't open up for me and chose to bottle up his problems. If the stress pressured on him was unbearable, why didn't he come to me for help? Or was the pressure so strong that he did not want me get involved? Or was there no way I could at least in any help? The hardest part of this was knowing that I loved him and thought I would carry on loving him, but now standing on a crossroad pondering moments of thinking of did I ever love him. I stood confused and heart broken due to the loneliness when I was supposedly in love.

You had your darkest hours while I was left at home not contributing. You probably resorted to your friends but you never tried approaching me. All that to make sure I never worry you and your problems? But you didn't realize the way you disappear cast worries on me. I didn't have clue on what you are up to. I didn't know any of your friends. To a point you distanced yourself and blocked me from reaching you. To that, I was disheartened.

I realize you were not the 'one' anymore and I wanted to be freed to possibly meet other people. At the same time I could not collect myself to tell you what I want, I did not know how to speak to you. You were my world but you were barely my life. Again I was not ready for commitment? The love's fading due to unclear communication. I did not have the courage to tell you my thoughts until XB came into my life in the mid of the relationship.

Besides the reasons earlier, XB was largely the reason we got out of hands. I was not a two timer and there were needs to clear the mess. To remain as what it was, or to choose XB and start all over? Finally I came to decision when Hindraf struck their protest in KL, me and KC talked each other out in KFC while others were trapped in traffic congestion. As agreed, our relationship ended exactly 2 months from when it first started.

I don't love you anymore.

We are not compatible.

No use carrying on as we are not getting anywhere.

Sadly it was time I took off from the mis-managed relationship as I need holidays for myself. After all, both of us were heartbroken beyond belief. Nevertheless, it was another start of my life. That cleared the path for XB in my life later. Despite the fact I left KC, I am a selfish guy who did not want to be trapped in the not-going-anywhere love. When he was at his lowest I stabbed him and left him died in bleed. My deepest apologies. I still owe you sorries.

Someone once said that the only two things that motivate an enlightened person are love and curiosity. While flash love is known curiosity motivated, love is not at all related to curiosity. Utterly ridiculous if both words were forced connected, I would say.

A bastard I am, I always see myself all righteous and other people are the reasons for everything that faults.

The only regret for the 2 months is 'forever'.

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

Last post of February is tagged

2010-02-28T22:58:00.046+08:00

It was a rare occasion last Friday that Nicholas finally agreed to meet after months of his reluctance. When Nicholas hinted his initiative, my first response was a big big yes. I think it should be the same to Pikey haha. How could we say no? Metaphorically it is the rise of the sun in the north. My hands are wet and my heart palpitates when meeting new friend. Now to meet 5 other people altogether was... OMG I almost ~~tfk~~ ffk that day. Never had I been to a group meeting but I braced and greeted Pikey, Bernard, Nicholas, William and Cheryl. I must also say that my smile upon greeting was a nervous one. Their comment was "Jino is cool". How true is it? All I did was remain quiet and static. Anyway, thanks Pikey for yong tau foo and thanks Cheryl for the drinks. Thanks to Nicholas for being quiet with me and thanks Bernard for not speaking up too. And thanks William for everything else lol.

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To reply Eric's courtesy in tagging me, I would do gladly reveal some facts about myself. Some facts about me which you might already know or have not realized. I don't mind being tagged but to tag others is my least favourite hobby. So if anyone is interested, follow the tag as you please.

I am a DBKL among my friends. The leftover garlic in sayur goreng, the sauce on the plate, ice, bones... I lick almost every plate clean, literally. Most of my friends beh tahan me. It's an old habit and doesn't look nice especially in front of new friends. What I want to stress is I don't waste food.
I hate sea. There was once in Lang Tengah when everyone was snorkeling, the waves sent me far away from everyone, from the ship. And being a non-swimmer, I shouted for help. It was so embarrassing and dangerous that I swear I will not go to pool or sea anymore. Besides, sea is so unpredictable. To that, it claims so many lives even the pro-swimmer. More importantly, I don't have good body to show so swimming is my least favourite sport.
I never deny I am hamsap. I am a pervert. I have high sex drive. I just don't show it. I love sleeping naked and waking up when I am warm and the sheets are cool. Only if I have the chance to do it.
If you are interested to know of why my main email has the name Lenard, I will tell you here. Don't guess, it's not part of my IC. It was because during my driving school lesson in 2005, I thought of getting a cool English name for myself. In the class, there was a lengzai name Lenard, so I took his name and make it mine. After creating the email, only I realized that I should spell Leonard instead of Lenard. However, no one ever calls me by this name.
And then why Jino? This name was accidentally created in the early secondary school. My middle name JINQ on name tag was mistaken as JINO when read from far. At that time everyone was new to the school, so calling out wrong name was understood. This mistake slowly became a disease and spread so fast, everyone calls me Jino and not my real name. I was pissed at first but soon realized that the name can actually cleared many other complications. Therefore the name lasted to now, total up to 11 years.
Then mana datang Ultraman? Let me answer this too. Initially I like Doraemon so much that my friends gave me Doraemon plushies and keychains and poster during my birthday. But during 2008 Valentine's, Edwin gave me my first Ultraman. I asked why and he replied "'Coz you like Ultraman, right?". I was confused but I managed to come out with a reply "Err ya lor". Haha that day onwards I received more Ultraman, thus I transformed from a cat robot to Ultraman.
I have chilli intolerance. Not to the extent that I will lay in hospital when I digest a chilli. I suffer diarrhea from eating chilli. Speaking of diarrhea, I cannot take KFC too. A piece of chicken or burger is enough to increase 5 times my normal toilet visit.
No matter what you guys think about me, you cannot change the fact that I do not believe in God. I respect your religions so please do not question my free-thinking. I can be very sensitive when you try to influence me. And also, I don't like to go temple.
I entered schools which do not offer Chinese class. Therefore I do not have formal Chinese education and that makes me a banana. But I am fortunate that my family speaks Mandarin, my Teochew relatives speak Hakka, my primary school friends speak Malay and Cantonese with me, my VI friends speak English and my uni friends communicate in Mandarin. Thanks to them, I can speak diverse languages, quite fluently if I may say. At several occasions I learn to recognize Chinese characters from song lyrics, especially Rynn's.
I don't fancy alcoholic beverages because I know I have low tolerance of alcohol. I am easily drunk and then start to spit out secrets. Please don't force me drinking.
I don't have a sweet tooth. I hate sweets such as mentos. But if you have sugus, I don't mind having one. Only sugus please. Although I don't like sweet food, desserts are acceptable. As a side note, I don't like snacks. I cannot afford big tummy so I must control my diet!
Edwin likes to countdown. In contrary, I do not like countdown. The main reason is because the place will be overly crowded. I will sweat. Whole body will turn sticky. If the oxygen level drops, I can faint there. My ears cannot take the boom boom blasting sound as my ears are half spoiled already. I really hate countdown not because I don't like to countdown but is because I don't like countdown. Whatever.
I am a poor student. Unlike most people in my age who has already gone working, I am still here studying my degree. That also explains why I am so poor and cannot afford shopping. If there's something I am proud of, it will be my desktop and my camera. I bought them with my hard earn money. Hence, they are my baby no. 1 and no. 4. Imagine I sayang them more than my mum.
Not sure if it's related to my nature or not, but I don't tend to hang around with girls. Maybe because I originated from a boy school when I reached my puberty that causes this. Till now, most of my close friends are male. Hey, boys are cool!
Yesterday was so special that I actually rise to the top for the first in my life. Usually Edwin will make me sink to the bottom. Guess that now versatility should take place XD
I don't fancy drama. Be it Chinese or English dramas, I don't like to sit down for so long and rush all dramas in a night. I am not the type who can sit still and enjoy movie. However, I like watching movies in cinema.
I have bad brain. I am absent minded. Edwin told me he had fried rice for dinner 3 minutes ago. 3 minutes later I asked when will he take his dinner. 10 minutes earlier he said he's in Tesco. 10 minutes later I asked why is his house so noisy. No wonder he's so pissed off >.<
I can sleep on any bed. So don't invite me to your bed or I will sleep on it. In another word, I am a pig. I love sleeping!
My house has no mirror. I hate toilets with mirror. 'Coz with mirrors around I get to see how ugly I am. And I hate to think that I am ugly although it is an undeniable fact.
I love cold water bath. I bathe minimum 3 times a day. If I have nowhere to go, I bathe 5 times a day. I know I waste a lot of water but with the weather these days, bathing is the only way I cool myself. No doubt cold water is refreshing. You should try it more often.
I am very kiamsiap. 'Coz I am very poor. I can be calculative when it comes to money. I seldom treat anyone so make sure to nod your head when I say I want to belanja you.
I've never been out of Malaysia. The furthest I've been were Layang-Layang, Genting and Langkawi. My first oversea vacation should either be Singapore or Canada. Don't ask why. Instinct.
I bite fingernails. Another old habit of mine. I don't have nice fingers so can you please not look at mine?
Extra: What does it mean by the quote "A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot"? If you think it's obscene, think about this: If the quote is extracted from Pochahontas, how obscene do you think it can be?

I realized I can be very negative at times. I can be ignorant. But old dog doesn't learn new trick. That's me. Boring facts? Yea I am a boring guy but if you want to know more about me, MSN me la.

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

And then CNY

2010-02-24T08:35:00.045+08:00

As if practical reports are not enough, now this. I hate event-based blogging which is similar to writing report. It restricts my creativity so much, I don't feel to write anymore. But I have to write to keep tract of what I've been up to.

Reunion night

All the time, it is a tradition every family member has to meet in my grandparents' house for reunion, although we meet almost every week. This day is very special because children like me are not allowed to speak in adults' talk. Besides, tv is prohibited. Everyone must stay in the house and 'enjoy' the day. Being distanced from my brother and cousins, I wanted to sleep badly but no bed was prepared. While my cousins brought along their DiGi broadband to SDO in Vaio and branded mini notebooks, I was left with only my phone to endure the night. To make situation worse, Edwin's phone battery died and no way he could recharge it without a charger. Fortunately, few out of the ordinaries, namely Jeff Chuah, Christ Lee and Gregory Wong, were willing to spend their precious time and credit to sms me. Their messages indirectly replaced the boredom and here I would like to thank them for their kindness.

First day

Again it is a tradition to meet everyone in grandparents' house and collect angpao. Yada yada... Few hours later, we watched 大兵小将 in Midvalley. After movie I walked to Isetan just to realize that it was closed while Robinson sold the jockstrap at higher price. Yes jockstrap. I plan to start collecting underwear, though the idea might sound crazy to everyone. Damn why must Isetan closed on this day? We didn't take long to defeat the crowds and traffic, and headed to grandparents' house again to spend the rest of the day. Again I thanks Jeff and Greg for their smses. I will rot if otherwise.

Second day

Headed down to Pavilion with friends for 2 movies consecutively, 锦衣卫 and 花田喜事. Tut Tut, the assassin in 锦衣卫 can use Shihoin Yoruichi's trademark move, Utsusemi! So gaya! While hanging around Parkson before the movie started, I spotted the same underwear I saw in Isetan. This time with additional 10% discount. Sadly, my wallet wasn't thick enough to purchase it.

Third day

Planned to settle some business in Damansara Damai but realized that no office was going to open on public holiday. All because we were so confused with the dates. As a change of plan, we fixed ourselves impromptu 蘇乞兒 in Pavilion with mother-in-law. Following the movie was a visit to Edwin's aunt's house. Due to some reasons, I don't want to do relative visit with him anymore.

Fourth day

After dropped by Damansara Damai, it's a visit to Edwin's godmum's house. Honestly, so many people and I know none of them. In the end we slipped out the house and lepak in Leisure Mall. I really swear I will never do relative visit with him again. Don't force me. I should have visited Simon, not his relative.

Fifth day

The original plan was to stay at home but a plan is a plan. Sometimes a plan are not meant to be followed. My mum's ass was so itchy she couldn't stay at home. So, we watched 72家租客 in TGV Sunway, and dinner in Ole-Ole Bali. There, gone my only resting day at home during CNY, with her.

Sixth day

Finally, a simple hangout with Edwin, just the 2 of us. Yay! We had 大日子 and Valentine's Day in Pavilion. Almost cried in 大日子. At the time I was about to pay the jockstrap in Parkson Pavilion, I realized. I realized there's few colours available. Blue, red and black but they don't have my favourite white. Haiz...

Including Percy Jackson the day before reunion dinner, count the pictures and that's the sum of movies I watched in a week of CNY. Normal, or a lot? Tiring but the most productive CNY in recent years.

p/s: I am still in holiday mood despite the resume of classes. So angpao via e-banking and pos laju is welcomed.

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

Valentine's Day 2010

2010-02-18T00:06:00.011+08:00

Quite a lengthy one today. Deal with it.

Part of being a good lover is the ability to take care of every detail meticulously, no matter how trivial it might seem. A good lover does not require so much an extensive as a varied romance. The difference between love and romance is quality and only great men (such as us, or only me?) can afford a simple love. Anyone can be romantic from time to time, but a good lover is something we have to be at all times while taking confident strides.

February 12 2010

The 12th of February was a Friday like no other. While most people were enjoying their back-to-hometown journeys, or sleeping in, some were required to wake up early to witness the great day of romance. It is an undeniable fact that the romantic season and the day Valentine go hand in hand.

Mind you, you can go crazy just by driving around Midvalley looking for parking these days. While Premier parking in The Gardens offers ample availability, shortened and air-conditioned walkways to the mall, security guards on patrol to watch over the cars, which at the least is 2 thumbs up as compared to Zone A, B C, U, it is compensated by the high parking charges. It can go double or worse, triple than normal. Given choice, we won't want to park in Premier but luck was not on our side as we had no choice. We endured the high rate, hence the new experience T.T

We were next troubled with movie tickets. Theoretically speaking, GSC have lines and lines forming already in the late morning. To pass through will consume too much of time, we definitely had not much. While scratching the head to figure this out, we were greeted by GSC Signature. Unlike other cinemas, this place is quiet and grand outwardly. 60 bucks for Gold Class was out of question, which is why we headed to the Premier counter. Unexpectedly and to my disappointment, Premier Class offers less movie options. We wanted 大日子 so badly but wish not granted. Premier, yet again, that being said means extra charges for extra features. Honestly I wasn't aware of the couple seats in Premier Class till today. Pay more to feel more. See? Yet another new experience.

As for lunch, we were seated in an isolated corner of Sushi Zanmai where we had every chance to feed each other. Not to mention it's a strategic spot for sight-seeing tours of the chef and some lengzai patrons across the tables. The dishes were rated A, if not A+. Do I need to describe how much I like the food here? Hopefully not. Nice experience again, to him. Speaking of Japanese food, Jogoya is rubbish and not worth comparing.

The GSC Signature were wisely designed for couples, if you ask me to comment. Divided into many separated couple seats, the people occupied the seats, in youngs and olds. Being the only couple of the same gender in the hall, we attracted quite an attention ourselves. When Edwin retreated to washroom in the middle of Percy Jackson, there was this particular lengzai who sat behind us I kept looking at. I prefer the guy behind more than Percy. There's no reason to resist a lengzai, right? It's a nature in us. Ouch! Later kena cubit >.<

The outing more or less ended after the movie. Edwin gave me a present - 4 leaf clover. Huh? His ex's favourite, and he gave to me. Hmm... Can anyone teach me how to think properly? Anyway he is better than me - I have nothing for him in return.

Not done yet, the day briefly ended with a dinner with mother-in-law in Pudu, then yumcha with my ex, XB in Wangsa Maju. The night ended with xxx. A great deal of time had passed and all that fun came with a price - lack of sleep.

Sadly this is all I have to share. This year's Valentine was a simple yet undoubtedly momentous. This year was especially special to me since I was not required to come out a single cent out of my wallet.

Last but not least, I shall allow the pictures to do the talking.

Read yourself

One of the lengzai chefs

2 Ocha and Choco Banana Parfait

Toro Salmon, Nama Hotate, Chuka Idako, Inari Kanimayo

Soft Shell Crab Maki, Negitoro and Salmon Ikura Temaki

Unadon

Agedashi Tofu

Taken in Zanmai

Taken in Signature

Valentine present?

Oh yea before I forget. Back in The Gardens there is something I would like to get for myself at the entrance of Isetan Men's Department. Be it a Valentine's or CNY present, a reward is a complete motivation. There's a slim chance I will use it 'coz I don't like it but as a collection it may look kinky ^^. Probably will post in my next post XD.

Happy Valentine's Day to all couples in the world. Worry not. Singles will also receive my hug, literally.

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

That loneliness was totally uncalled for

2010-02-08T22:24:00.031+08:00

The previous Saturday was fine. My mum was about to head off to Midvalley for Woohoo 大日子 with my brother when she asked if I want to join them. What for? I have no purpose there and I am sure they know how to enjoy without me. Imagine paying movie for less a head, paying lunch for less a head, car burden less a head. The more the merrier does not apply 'coz I am a minority.

Anyway, I had plans in my head for myself.

From the day I addressed you as my bf, there was no once I enter a cinema without you. Never without holding your hand. But on the fine Saturday morning, 11.50 a.m., I marched into hall 7 of Pavilion GSC. For first, my hands were empty.

Before the Avatar started, I took some glances around. On the right of B05 were a pair of couple, aged in their late 20s and dressed in couple shirts. While 2 seats away from my left was a cute young school boy with his mum.

Our hands never let loose. I can feel the tightened grip of your hand in some scenes. Especially the horror movies. Your hands kept me warm when I was cold. Occasionally I looked at you, just to learn that you were staring at me too. Your smile, can be very sweet and cute at times gave me no reason to not lay my lips on yours. ~~I sometimes tried to flee open your zippers but you insisted to do it at home. Hmm...~~ But these were lacking on the fine Saturday morning.

Watching movie alone in different status: single and attached; gave 2 different experience to me. I've tried both. Avatar was a nice movie. Too nice to be true I would say. Only if you were here, the day would be better. We would drop by Krispy Kreme. You have your weird weird donuts while I have my standard Original Glazed. Somewhere in a corner of Pavilion, we would recall the scene where we argued till I cried and then laugh like an idiot. All because you entered my phone pin number wrongly for 3 times. It was so trivial but we put up a good fight. Not to forget eye candies session. Our tastes never meet. All your lengzais are Grade C in my list.

Simply said, I am a spoilt brat who is too used to holding hands in the mall. To be fed when dining. To your voice. And the manly odour when you sweat. The excitement when you see cute little children. You are so extraordinary to me that I won't want to try with others.

While I always stress to the singles of how wonderful and lucky they are to remain single for longer time, here I totally fail to feel the pleasure of being a one-day-single boy. I am saturated with your bliss of relationship, to certain extent I don't remember how to enjoy singleship. With the passage of time, you have become part of me. Separation kills. Yes, I am slowly killed by the distance.

I miss you so much, words are not able to describe all.

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

CNY and Valentine's

2010-02-06T19:08:00.008+08:00

We are distanced for almost a month but it sure felt like a year had passed. There's a saying "in the blink of an eye," this and that happen. But why? After thousand times blinking I am still here and he's there? With that said, I blinked another thousand times and nothing has changed. None of us bugged an inch.

I damn miss the smell.

Miss the touch.

Miss the smile.

Miss the eyes.

Miss the lips.

And not to forget to miss the xxx...

Both of us have a week off from classes and that was so assuring we're gonna meet. But with your packed schedules, it makes me wonder just how long can we spend the time together in that week? 3 days? 2? Or a day?

I cannot be selfish at this moment. You have your responsibility as a son. So do I. Family reunion is a must in CNY. How boring.

However, that rule only applies on the first day of CNY. In another words, I will be free on the 2nd day onwards. /hint: still waiting for anyone to fill up the slots and date me out.

That aside, I still have no plan for Valentine's. He's supposed to take the turn and plan this year. Ain't too sure if he has a plan ahead but hopefully he has none yet. 'Coz my underwear are as old as 2 years old. Do you hear me? Not that I like to wear but as collection, it's a sound idea, isn't it?

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

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2010-02-03T22:23:00.013+08:00

I don't remember when was the last I feel what I currently feel right now. Is this my first time to emo, which explains why I couldn't cope this well? Or is it my inability to clear things up?

My mum and I were not in talking terms. I passively layan her whenever she talked to me.
But few days ago, my tongue slipped. After remaining quiet in the house for 3 days, my heart softened. I started to talk to her again.
Here I thought things are back to normal.
Yesterday she mentioned it again. I felt so down and called it a day at 8 p.m. without dinner.
Today when I came home early from classes, she showed me a disgusted face. Yea, she might felt uneasy with my presence at home 'coz my return had disturbed the baby's sleep.
So? I am not suppose to come home after class, yea?
I know. I will stay in library. Stay in uni. Anywhere but not home.
Fine. I took my bath and fell asleep after some cry.
3 hours later my phone rang and woke the baby up. Angrily she threw my phone at me and asked me to shut it up.
I walked out the room for a second bath. She saw my red eyes but could not come out with anything.
"Did someone extort you for money?" is what she could ask.
"No" is my answer. Short and simple.
I ripped open a Lot10 Sour+ from Kok Fai and popped it into my mouth. Shockingly the taste was awfully plain. Then I reached my hands on susu pekat and tasted it. I tasted a pinch of salt directly with my tongue.
Oh no. Tasteless.
The dinner just now was rather fast and quiet. I took cili padi to confirm the lost of taste bud.
This might due to some kind of mental disorder. I know I will be fine once I cool down. I am in deep shit if I don't fix this.
Or rather, on the positive side, everything tastes the same and I won't have a picky tongue anymore.
Nevertheless, the root of the problem is not solved.
Clear the mist is not my specialty. I will only make it more cloudy.
I wish I can go out of this house. Stay at someone's house or talk to someone. Or cry at someone and get some comfort.
I can't. 'Coz I don't have anyone nearby.
And I still have to uphold certain responsibilities as a son and as a lover.
Previously, I intoxicated myself with the abundant thesis workloads.
What do I have left now?
An umang-umang has a choice to leave its shell as it likes. I don't. Not now.
If I have a laptop, I will not choose to write at home.
The risk of being caught crying at home is high.
I know I won't cry outside.
And DiGi broadband is bullying me.

I have accumulating blogs to read from weeks but I could not gather myself to do what I like. I am disordered. I want to shout. I want to bite.

Not in a mood to write good things like I usually do. Bad content, bad choice of words. Forgive me. I don't have place to pour out my feelings. I am sad at the same time hate myself is over sensitive? MSN is not a good choice 'coz I have unstable connection.

I cannot wait for next Friday to come. He is coming back. I have a lot to tell him. The problem is how long more can I stay conscious?

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

Labelled distrust and disappointment

2010-01-27T20:45:00.015+08:00

It didn't occur to me that I will write again so soon. I usually write during my free time and definitely will not allow blogging to impede my thesis momentum. However today, as you can see, is an exception.

While everyone rushes back home either to sleep, eat, rest, online or whatever you can think of, I wish to spend my day as long as possible in the library. It is correct to say that the connection in library is faster than mine at home, but that's not relevant. It's my mum, and you can never go wrong by saying I am unhappy to go home.

On Monday morning before I left the house for class, she yelled for me and asked me to stay. Obediently I did.

Did you take my money?

No I did not.

I lost RM 500.

I didn't touch your money.

Did you take my money?

I answered you once and this is second. I did not.

Then who took the money?

I suggest you to ask him (my brother). He took your money many times already. This time may be the same?

She called him and I saw her relieved face right after the talk.

Yea he took the money.

Good. I am leaving.

Lend me your calculator. I want to update the book (own-made mini account book).

I took out my Casio fx-570MS and waited for her.

I am short of RM 100.

I helped her re-calculate and really... Short of RM 100.

Are you the one?

NO I DID NOT!

After few minutes of denial, I left the house and didn't take it seriously till I reach home in the evening. Her eyes, her speech and the environment has changed. I still remember the last time I saw these eyes very well 2 years ago. That night, we had some private talk and I was aware of what was it about before we started.

You steal the money.

Why do you not believe in what I said? Which part of NO do you not understand?

I know you well. You are the type of person who will spend all your money on entertainment and think of how to survive later.

You are the type of people who will resort to anything to get what you want.

You are like your dad.

You spend all money in one day and then borrow from other people the next day.

And right now you are accusing me on personality judgement?

I am not wrong. You stole once before and there will be second.

I admit I took your money once but I admited. This time I did not and it wasn't me!

Then who took the money?

He took your money countlessly and why are you not pointing your finger to him?

'Coz he does not steal.

He's not stealing for taking money out from your pocket, while I am stealing for taking out money from your pocket?

Do you think I will only steal RM 100 if I have the chance? I will take everything and left you nothing. That's what I call stealing.

That is how you will become in the future.

/speechless

We didn't spend much time talking because she already had a conclusion to begin with. The one closest to me at home, the one whom I thought understand me the most and the reason I am at home - turns out to know nothing about me. Little did I know that I am a materialistic in her eyes. Just how many times have I approach her for more cash? Just exactly how do you think I survive with RM 100 a month in KL? You blame me for the loss but have I ever blame you for the money I lost? A bolt of pain shot my heart and I ache all over.

I did what I do best - silent and keep things down.

Do you know? Sometimes as we speak, the more you say the worse the situation turns complicated. Especially people like me of no word. Just like those labels on bottles, when you fail to peel it off completely it leaves undo-able stains. Similarly, the more I want to talk off, the more doubts I am planting. When the bottle is distrustfully labelled, I bottle up my thought and never open this bottle again 'coz I don't not know what kind of explosion it can potentially cause. Bottling up is unhealthy, but making a fuss to tell the world? To me is absurd yet this is exactly what I am doing. This is a family problem that I never want to share but it's here. Shameful. She'll never listen to me, and I never want to explain. It's a misfortune incident like this happens. 家贼难防. And pointing fingers is not my style.

While there are still room for interrogation after an arrest, she conveniently sent the innocence to prison, leaving poor prisoner no right to defend.

This home will not be the same again. Time has return to exactly 2 years ago when I first came out to my mum of my sexuality. Like it or not, currently we are not in talking term again. I lost the last ground I can stand at home.

I fully understand what's done is done and cannot be undone. When it's about dignity, pride and morality, I am very sad when the assets I am proud of are challenged and doubted. It's not a matter of who is right and who is wrong anymore. Has your bias and prejudice plagued your senses? Trust and honesty are powerless in front of money.

Sorry the post is a bit lengthy. But I request you not to touch on this topic again, ever. Emotion's swinging at the moment. 23 years but labelled in distrust and disappointment. She sent me off the thesis trail where, I landed on blogspot reading everyone's journal instead of sciencedirect.com. I have no home. I belong here.

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

Oh? It's 2010?

2010-01-23T11:09:00.005+08:00

To begin with, let me describe some details last night which is irrelevant to the title today. After chatting in MSN for 1.5 years - 2 years, we were finally ready to meet. I am shy and nervous when meeting anyone for the first time. Last night was no different. First we had dessert and then we switch to Kuchai Lama 24 hours McD. From 11 p.m. conversation live up till 4 a.m. the next morning, or was he the one who hit the initiation button all the time? It was my longest yum cha session I've ever recorded (not trying to be proud). Anyhow, we had a great night just by talking from here to there, this and that. A great friend to have, his name is Christ.

___________________________________________________________________________________

I open my eyes to greet the afternoon blaze as the feverish dream was quickly fading away. No one is home. Scrubbing myself carefully at the same time crooning the cold water that drools down my ~~fat~~ body, I guess today is another hot yet strange day where, I allow strong shower current hit me for more than hour. The shower was undeniably a refreshing start, I am glad the water is cold enough to answer my icy lust.

My itchy hand conveniently grab the nearest item, while my eyes are locked on the blank screen. It is a calender I got hold. It has many red crosses drawn on it. The last mark was crossed on September 29th, a day before my last paper of Year 3 Sem 1. You might think what I do next is stupid, but I do it anyway. I continue mark crosses on the overdue dates to make it an updated calender. Not until I reach the end of calender:

Oh? It's 2010 already?

What am I talking about? It's almost a month passed new year. New sem has begun. FYP has ended. Yet, due the insufficient holidays, I grieve for his departure to Kampar. Everything sums to the self-involuntary, not-biological-recognized 2010. ARGHH!!! How can I possibly lay back at time like this?

2010 will be a big year to me. First of all, I am expecting a graduation mid of this year. Don't congratulate me yet. If everything is according to plan (if I don't fail any paper), I would not end up in Kampar for repeat. For that to happen, I need to excel in my final papers as well as my thesis and oral presentation. I could not possibly rest without putting a good fight. The first thing I must achieve in 2010 is my graduation! All other priorities are secondary to victory! Go die, ~~internet~~. Go die you ~~Bleach~~. Go die MSN. Go die ~~dating~~. Nothing can stop me from putting on my graduation robe. Nothing will.

Secondly, 2010 will be the year I officially enter the working field*. I love political struggles in the company while remaining a neutral by-stander (Evil me). 2010 will mark the year I first receive my pay as well (part time pay was not considered real money). This is very important 'coz next aims are very relevant to my pay. Considering how much my salary is, displayed are some features of how the money's roughly allocated on:

a) Dermatologist comes first because I want to get rid of my acne and scars. Only then I am worth a normal man.

b) Belanja those who belanja me before. Both sides of parents are compulsory. Other than that, neh, the one been to Fusion Haven with me. Neh, the one who treat me steamboat in Puchong. Tau tau la siapa tu, expect a meal from me!

c) Enrol to a gym to build up my body. I don't expect to have a voluptuous body in a day or month . But tummy is no way acceptable and I will fight hard for my body. Money will be my discipline teacher.

Those are about my resolution, ~~wishes~~ or must for 2010. Realistic enough, aren't they? Given enough time and cash, I will come out with more plans. Above are some that I must achieve at all cost and Happy 2010!

*Will be considered null and voided if I change my mind to pursue my master (if available and applicable).

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

Paradoxical choices

2010-01-17T12:39:00.001+08:00

Nothing is more repulsive than desperation for internet when Edwin finally terminated his Streamyx in the late December. Life without internet is hellish tough. And it is also appropriate to say that a replacement is urgently necessary since deadline for my thesis is quickly catching up.

Cut long story short. Among the available options, I thought DiGi offers the cheapest and the most considerable speed. Only after subscribing I realized that I was horribly mistaken.

Just to be fair, DiGi broadband offers super high speed connection. Unfortunately my area is not entitled for broadband yet thus I am limited to EDGE, the turtle-speed connection. My bad. Although the highest speed for EDGE is 236.8kbps, my connection never crosses 100kbps. Sometimes 4kbps. Sometimes 3kbps. Sometimes 10kbps. To load a page like Eric Takashi’s blog takes about 20 minutes, provided there is no disconnection. Sign in MSN takes longer than expected, troubleshoots unresolved at certain times.

Moreover, every click counts. With the 3gb limit, the downloading statistic quickly touching the limit. As if I watch myself burning money to keep the bonfire alive for some warmness in the cold jungle.

That is also why I change my blog template to one simplistic - fewer images, less flashes and less loading time.

Because of this I’ve lost the very passion to read blogs I followed and bookmarked as well as blog hopping. When I want to leave a comment, either it takes 10 minutes to load the page, or is interrupted by disconnection. Then I have to start over again for the same result. Dulan.

The first thing I click on Firefox is my blog. Despite the adverse I am currently facing, checking out happy stories of their new relationship is really worth to wait for. Really, I feel delighted reading their blogs though the waiting time to leave comment can be annoying. Wish you all luck and keep it up. They give me hope that we too can return to how we began, even when our love has already aged to 2. I could not contain my excitement and dying to resurrect the romantic season. But how?

Choosing DiGi may be a bad move, but times are tough without internet. Should I switch? What to switch?

On an unrelated story, Edwin left to Kampar again.

I am leaving soon.

YES! That’s good.

Won’t you feel sad or something?

Why should I? It’s merdeka for me I would say.

*Turn his back on me*

*Hug him from his back*

We are again separated on a long distance relationship. While there are many reasons to be sad, I don't want him to look back and start missing KL. Why not cast a smile before he leaves? If I cannot control my emotion for this simple reason, he who is already heavy-heartened will not leave this place peacefully. The least I can do is to assure my happiness here without him physically. I don’t have to say it loud for him to know how much I miss him, right?

[Jino] – A man’s not a man unless he knows how to shoot

Happy Cotton Anniversary!

2010-01-10T22:37:00.013+08:00

First post of the year, which was written in rush. Distracted by screams of DOTA players in cyber cafe, I wrote this post with undetermined mixed emotions.

January 09 2010

The title sucks haha. In case you could not remember the entry I posted 365 days ago today, check here and you'll remember how important today means to us. The previous was a closeted one. I shall no longer hide in shadow. Reach out the hand and touch the light. What if others found out? I'd proudly tell. Instead of blogging of how we spent the big day like everyone does, allow me to trail the road not taken by expressing my feeling in commemoration to date.

你们gay佬变心还厉害过女人换衣 (You gays switch partners more 'geng' than women change their clothes).

Remarked dad of a friend of mine. His eyes are loathingly filled.

Splendidly said. His comment is strictly accurate. His words are no crude. I didn't think he is insulting any of us. Personally I believe he is right in every senses.

I have witnessed many who have failed their relationship. Disheartened for days, they resort to switching.

Jino: Hei how's your weekend?
Fag: Fine. I am meeting my bf later at his college.
Jino: College? Isn't he working?
Fag: Who are you talking about?
Jino: You and Sausage Jockey?
Fag: That was over. I am now with Penis Phantom.
Jino: Ish again you change? Why was I not updated yesterday?
Fag: You were not here this morning.
Jino: =.= *haunting silence*

For the switching frequency is so high, I would not be surprised if you are not able to keep up with updates from your friends. So it's ok if you are left out of the picture over time. After all, this is daily news I am talking about. Their stories can never be long enough to make into monthy or annual magazine. When the same person came to me telling 3 stories of different characters in a month, I can say something must be wrong with him. Overtime, I lost the feel and heart to save him. I've exhausted all my opinions. As a friend I cannot do much. Clearly, isn't it boring to find that your advice are just not useful to him? To see your friend as drama king as they are, I can't help disheartened.

They may be the most pleasant and mature guys you've ever met. But you'll never fail to notice the true personalities of these drama kings and queens once they come to love. He may say "Dear I love you forever" today. But you will find him spilling the same phrase at other guys the very next day. Mind you, I was exactly a bastard like that, once. Ok thrice. Sorry.

What mind do you have when someone propose to you? What pinnacle can we reach if the love only last a day? Why the drastic change?

One could not escape fate. I was caught up in misfortune of sort thrice in a quarter year. Not as exciting as theirs though. I do feel bad once a while but now I had little remorse compared to 2 years ago.

What meaning does love represent to the human of diversity?

Love as what we have for our children.
Love that melts, that talks, that walks and that obsessed.
When the great sex dies, that's the end of love.
To love someone more than yourself, or to love yourself more than anyone?
Fanatics who dedicated their unrequited love for God.
Love is there when you need it.

To they, who believe to never love a love that hurts and never hurt a love that loves - then why break and end?

I remember over the pomegranate dessert me and Kenji had the other day. He said: They (exclude the both of us) who have no marriage, no babies, no family as the source of commitment, behave promiscuously. The relationships are very shallow and uncommitted even if they do form. Absence of commitment to shape the relationship is, thus unable to form long term relationship. What are their goals in the relationship? Not the exact words he spat out that night but is something like this.

But I would like to move on from here. When we are dating, finding out that we've the chemistry we call 'love' is wonderful and addictive. One can feel the rush of hormones and delight of affection, but the feelings shift with the passage of time. Many people like us are selfish and immature, trying to avoid the grown up process of making choices that relationships require. He has his life compartmentalized, he seems less communicative, pays less attention - you feel ignored and resentful. Things start to feel stagnant. The warmth may not be as intense as it was at first. The excitement burns out itself and it is a matter of weeks or months it's gone. Hence, the romantic season is so-called over. And it may take a long time to wake up to the reality that the relationship is going no where. And it is sometimes hard for dating couples to understand exactly where they are in the journey of exploration and commitment.

Generally there is no difference in both homo and hetero besides the level of occurrence. Gay relationship shows more prominent trend. Break and rekindle, break and new partner, break and die. Obviously more flaws. I don't mean heteros don't break, but not as much as homos. In case you have not realized, homos are flower heart.

So the dad of my friend is right. We keep changing constantly in search of a suitable partner where source of commitment is lacking. We are nothing more than jumping on the same spot.

While my love is not just a sentiment or feeling, but is also a choice. Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss and ends with death.

There is nothing noble in me to believe everything in love. Occasionally I succumbed into impression that one day I will end up like them. Separate due to lack of commitment and responsibility. Or feeling evaporates. Lost of touch. Or mainly misunderstanding among the both of us. But I know very well. It is our responsibility to seek the source of commitment that will hold us strong. The commitment which dances to honour our partnership while not losing our sense of individuality. We are no different from the 3 months of romantic season if neither us do anything.

I know too. This might be quite a challenge when emotions are close to the surface. For this reason we fell into the trap of avoiding conflicts. Who doesn't understand the fact that avoiding conflict often results in storing up resentment and grievances? One or both start withdrawing and it begins to fade.

If anyone can, please answer: What are you expecting from the relationship you started? Is it marriage? Is it baby? Or is it just a customary step to follow?

What if I am stingy and I choose to live alone?

I started to ask myself. What is there for us to achieve in our relationship? What am I seeking from you? Where is the root of our love? Or easier - How to maintain the word call love?

It is true that the opposite attracts but it is common that unites. Ability to communicate feelings. Compatible attitude. Time investment. Without these love is not enough, no matter how much we want it to be. Remember that a commitment more likely to mean something if it's freely offered and not given because your partner feels intimidated. And so be reminded not to be fooled by Beatles' 'All You Need Is Love'.

My previous relationships ended on my accord. There was no once I was dumped, because I dumped them first. The feel of being dumped, I have never felt. I would not want to try either. Therefore I clearly know that I have no right to say what I want to say next. But no matter what the circumstances are, I hope that friends who have fallen in relationship will not choose to give up. It is important to believe in the word love despite the disappointment you experienced in every relationship. It may be an uneventful incident comes with sacrifices but in long run it'll the crucial element that serves great memory and experience for your next journey. And most importantly, you get to strengthen your heart and learn to draw lines from hypocritical people. Sorry again I have no right to say such thing. I for one believe that love is the one thing that can overcome so many of the difficult times that we are faced with in life.

Trying to scratch my head to pull this out, I have no answer to what I've come up to myself. On a lighter note, few friends have actually found their loved ones and I am so happy for them. Sendiri tau tau la...

True love is like a cotton pillow. Be it happy or unhappy events, we share the stories at night before sleep. Feel painful? You cry and pillow never fails to absorb every drop of tears. Angry? Bite him, kick him or throw him and he will return to you. You can't sleep without him at night. You miss him if you lose him. Hug him and smile to sleep. That's some wonders a pillow can bring to you. Sorry I am trying hard to connect cotton and love. Single? Spend few bucks and invest yourself a pillow. At least till you find a lover.

I apologize for the grievances I caused for the past few months. Neither of us were good under pressured long distance. Gradually I have developed intolerance. I'm so dense. But rest assured. I will change. Changes that will lead us a betterment. Changes to what we deem best. Behaviors must change to facilitate relationship. I will relent. I will tolerate. I will control my emotion. And I hope you will do the same for me. For us. I couldn't really come out a reason to be with you. All in mind is none other than to be with you. If I hope my instinct has good sense of direction, I hope my instinct will not disappoint me. It will lead me to you and to our future.

Everything is summed to the call of determination, never a responsibility.

I tried very hard to make this a short one, as people start complaining my long winding, deviating, random and contradicting thoughts. My bad. I went out of control each time I write about thoughts. Others might find it difficult to understand this entry. Because I wrote it in a random chronology, and most importantly they do not know me entirely.

If there is anyone who understand me, it would be you the most. You, who know me in and out and upside down; You, who was by my side when I was lost and lowest in my life - I dedicate this entry to. Do you remember the drafts I saved in my cell which you so eager to look at before I could snatch it from you? Yes the unforgettable night we quarrel and cried. Yes they are here now. They are dated back to 2008. Combination of all the 98 drafts were put into this. But I doubt you will read this right away and thus the first comment is not expected from you.

As I said, I will show you my gratitude for accepting me as your bf despite all my weaknesses. Thank you for enriching my life throughout the 2 years.

Happy Cotton Anniversary and please take care in Kampar.

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

Happy New Year 2010

2009-12-30T00:37:00.026+08:00

There are times one must learn to let go, even if you put a great show of reluctance. My eye lids will slowly slide shut and falling over from boredom if I post the draft I prepared earlier.

Going by the amount of words, I give up my draft and sinfully put aside to rewrite one shorter and sweeter.

To make it short, I wrote about my friends remain single. Even if they are attached, they won't last long. After they're through 3 months, tears are what last left for them. Why can't I find someone who is trustworthy, who is attached, who can at least share my happiness and sorrows when I need some shoulders to cry on or an ear to listen to? Most of the time I questioned myself, why am I so lucky to have a good lover when they have hard times looking for the right one? I admit I've been down occasionally as our relationship entered different phases, but I manage to brush aside the grievances and start over again. 'Coz I know in my heart, there is still you no matter how heartless I may be.

Hei I just habis gaduh with my bf.

Ya ya ya don't show off. I am single.

... Sorry to disturb.

Most men simply enjoy relationship more than singledom whether for the comfort, companionship, or the consistent orgasm. I understand that as much. Not only I never have the experience of being lonely, unable to find a lover, affair etc, I have never been dumped. They are right. I can never understand their feeling if I am a spoilt brat who enjoys happiness all time. All the time I did nothing but to listen and give pointless comments and reasoning. I can't help blaming myself when the barrier is strengthened and our gaps are widened. Maybe as a friend I can only do that much. My deepest apologies.

I am impressed I manage to stay in my relationship for so long. There could not be a possibly a better one than to wish for everyone's health, but what's health if you have no companionship? What's 100 years of life without happiness and love? What's eternity when you are lonely? Can't say I was looking forward to the day they meet their Mr. and Mrs. Right. And then make me jealous with their relationships and laugh over the sweet memories they had.

活到100岁

作词：林宇中

作曲：林宇中

Happy New Year 2010 and may my friends find their lovers at the soonest time. Appreciate what you have in hands and cherish the given moment before the end.

If I have the strength... Let not the song befall on us.

To Xiao Bai, Ricky, Kenji, Brian and Ryan, felicitaciones for your recent new found love.

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

Christmas?

2009-12-25T20:18:00.014+08:00

Speaking of Christmas, believe me, it is nothing but a public holiday to me. Say, whether it is an auspicious or a normal day, don't try to be Scrooge in The Christmas Carol. You may not have a lover to go through your days. But trust me, you always have family, friends or colleagues to celebrate with. Even a dog can do the job. Just don't feel lonely as the negative feel draws darkness.

As for me, Christmas is still a normal day. Nothing has changed for the past 22 years. For the first time, I wish my friends in my phone list via sms. It's not something I would do in the past but this time I have too much credit left. Alright maybe I overdid it a little. Hopefully my sms did not ruin your day.

Steamboat dinner with family on Christmas

A selfish wish from me - I wish she will nod her head after seeing my gels next week, marks the end of my final year project. Please?

May you guys have a blessed Christmas. Merry Christmas, folks. Stay happy and brace the days.

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

Irreversible chemical reactions

2009-12-22T05:49:00.005+08:00

December 20 2009

Many biological reactions proceed in both directions at the same time, attaining the result what we term 'equilibrium' of both reactants and products concentrations. Thus the reversible reaction.

While a lot of reactions are reversible, there are also countless irreversible reactions on Earth. Given example as below:

And some compounds are destined not to react from the beginning.

The chemistry law of love is no different from applied sciences.

I know that sometimes people don't mean to hurt each other or make mistakes. After all it is human nature to make mistakes and stumble over hurting to you or by the person you love and trusted most in life.

Of 'coz there are mistakes that are obviously wrong you've done by accident. There are a lot of mistakes - big ones, small ones, horrible ones. Some mistakes are easier to forgive than others. Mistakes, when replied with apologize results forgiveness, is a reversible mistakes.

While we make a lot of mistakes in lives, there are mistakes so serious that both parties are scarred. Eternal scars. Trauma. It's so serious that when the scars cannot be undone, it is an irreversible reaction one cannot just forgive or tolerate even if time is prescribed. There is absolutely nothing I can do to change the thing I've done in the past. No matter how much I make a silly face, change the subject or wittingly humour it, denials are not welcomed.

A lesson is learned but the damage is irreversible. Mistakes in love will not go unpunished.

It doesn't matter how respiration resembles the reverse of photosynthesis, they are two different cycles. One involved light and dark reactions while another involved Kreb cycle. One in chloroplast and one in mitochondrion. Just a general comparison but... nevertheless they are different kind of reactions. Isn't love the same? I tried to reverse the mistakes that I made but the outcome is never the same as before. The little differences are what instilled in you, which inevitably haunt you.

Costly mistakes in relationships can indeed cost you your cherished partner. Simply put, a crime, once committed, is difficult to erase. When resentment sets in, the type of emotions that is irreversible even if I tried so hard, can be reversed? No.

The hardest smack in love is losing trust. The lost of faith is not simply rebuilt with sorries. The doubt and suspicion forever hunts. I am sorry.

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

护廷十三隊十番隊隊長 - 日番谷冬獅郎 (Part 3)

2009-12-20T00:14:00.008+08:00

Related post:

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Well, today is the young prodigy's big day - birthday of Hitsugaya Toushiro, captain of the 10th division in Gotei 13. Another tribute to my beloved anime character whom I adore so much. His exact date of birth is not mentioned in the series, but we're all the same. No one actually remembers the exact date of birth. You just have to believe the date that someone you trust tells you. It doesn't really matter if it's real. The fact that you know your birthday is already a sign of happiness. - Aizen (sources: Wiki). At the very least Hinamori together with Matsumoto and Aizen celebrated his birthday on the roof top on this day 20th December. If Aizen isn't a bad ass, he is really a great man.

What makes him so cool is his appearance besides his strength at young age.

Ask me how well I know him. My answer is I remember everything. 133 cm, 28 kg, silver hair, genius, talented and much more to explore about him. If you are a die hard fans of Hitsugaya, you will notice that he and Ichigo are the only shinigamis who carry their zanpakuto at their backs. Soi Fon has a different way of carrying. Forget about her. Well, he is definitely popular for enjoying some form of fan service.

He spent his childhood in the 1st district of Rukongai, known as Junrin'an. He lived together with his grandmother while Momo Hinamori was her only friend there. He is always nicked as Shiro-chan by Hinamori, in reference of his silver hair. Both of them form unexplained relationship and share many things together, to the extend that Hitsugaya would do anything to protect her. After 5 years Hinamori left for Seireitei, Hitsugaya encountered Hyorinmaru in his dream, just to realize that he too has Shinigami's power. Assisted by Rangiku Matsumoto who is now his lieutenant, Hitsugaya joined Gotei 13 in spite of his age and quickly became the youngest captain in the history of Soul Society. All the more he was also the youngest shinigami to achieve bankai, earning him a dubbed name of Boy Genius by many. Up to now I am curious to know who was his predecessor. Is it Ichigo's father? Highly suspicious.

Despite his appearance, he is very mature and serious in conducting his duty as a captain. He lives on his principle of righteousness and responsible to protect Sereitei. On another side, most of the time he is short-tempered when he is deemed childish or mistakenly mistaken as a child, much to his annoyance. His sharp intuition led him the first person to suspect of Gin's foul play and betrayal but fail to suspect Aizen for the same.

Enough of his history. What really amused me the most is his abilities and strength at his age to rise to captain level. However, many says he is not as experienced as other captains and his power is not fully developed. Therefore his power is not at his peak. Anyway he is strong and earned my respect ^^.

Hitsugaya's zanpakuto is Hyorinmaru, released by the command 'Sit upon the frozen heaven'. It is claimed to be the strongest ice element zanpakuto, making him to able control water and ice as well as weather freely. Anything that Hyorinmaru cut will turn to ice.

Spiritual power resemblance Hyorinmaru flows from slashes

The chain-blade connected at the hilt freezes anything it traps

Daiguren Hyorinmaru reflects Hitsugaya's ultimate, flowing of ice into his body forming 2 wings and a tail attached to his body while 12 ice flower petals floating behind. His bankai enables Hitsugaya to fly freely in the sky. The ice dragon wraps his arms gripping the blade, whose guard has changed into an 8-pointed star. The petals will slowly degrade in time, probably denoting the time limit of his bankai. Supposedly when they all disappear, he becomes vulnerable and is no longer able to suppress the injuries he sustains with ice, due to his incomplete bankai at young age. That was what Shawlong speculated. But during the battle with Luppi, even if it's shattered, it will reform as long as there's water present. - Hitsugaya. Throughout that battle, there is no ice petals spotted. Now I am confused, what's the ice petals for?

One of Hitsugaya's most prominent skills is Ryuusenka, literally dragon hail flower (left picture), a move which Hitsugaya dashes at his opponent at high speed, freezes any enemy he stabs. By that, enemy is locked in a cocoon-like ice, just to be easily shattered instantly. He demonstrated it in the Arrancar Arc while battling Shawlong Qufong in Karakura Town and in Zanpakutou Rebellion filler while battling materialized Hyorinmaru.

Secondly is Sennen Hyoro, literally thousand years ice prison. Sennen Hyoro is an attack which forms ice pillars from water in the surrounding atmosphere, traps and freezes opponent in the pillars. However the weakness of the powerful move is that he needs to buy some time to build up this finishing move. Which means he can't use it directly in one-on-one fight. That is unless he has a helper that he can depend on. He performed this skill once when battling Luppi in the Arrancar arc during second arrancar attack in northen Karakura Town.

Next skill is unexplained. While battling Tia Halibel, he came back to life when he was supposedly chopped in half, leaving an after-image of ice. Either it acts as illusion or double body, it is yet explained by Kubo Tite. Hitsugaya claims that he can only use this once in the entire battle, one can assume that the skill is very valuable.

The after-image broke off, Halibel was shocked

Guncho Tsurara literally icicle flock (right picture) launches multitude of ice shards to impale the opponent.

Tenso Jurin is Hyorinmaru's most basic power yet the strongest. All water under the heaven is his weapon. For the first time Hitsugaya used his never-seen-before power - Hyoten Hyakkaso (frozen sky hundred flowers funeral). 100 snow petal falls from the sky and blooms into flowers on anything it touches. Instantly freezes enemy into a flower-cocoon like ice. When all 100 petals fall, that marks the end for the enemy. He spoke about his first attempt using this technique in bankai mode, where he was unsure if he can keep from killing everyone around or control it.

Both techniques were used against Halibel. Halibel was caught in surprise to his techniques. But she is not defeated by this technique. Too bad he sounds so confident with his finishing move.

Hitsugaya is made strong, 'coz he's popular and probably Kubo is under pressure not to let him die. Otherwise his fans will kill him before he even has the chance to leave Japan. Just my personal opinion ^^.

Thumbs up to Kubo Tite for bringing Hitsugaya to life. You have done a wonderful work and I hope you can keep on the good job. I would really like to see him more in action. HAPPY BIRTHDAY HITSUGAYA TOUSHIRO!!!

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

Ultraman kept busy

2009-12-11T06:40:00.011+08:00

Monsters keep popping out. Ultraman is busy fighting monsters. Die, 富贵们. Die, Bleach. Die, blogspot. Die, traffic jam. Die die die. Diew diew diew.

1. Lottery

My dad kena lottery 2 weeks ago. Although it's just a consolation RM 180, he was so happy and told us the good news. My mum asked him to buy a DVD player with USB connection so that she can watch all her downloaded dramas on TV instead of computer. Guess what? They went out, 3 hours later back with a 32" LG LCD TV, at the price of RM 1800 after discount. What the fuck? Did he kena RM 180 or 1800? After double confirm, my dad failed maths kao kao 'coz the lottery was only RM 180.

2. Tagged

Yin Koon tagged me for my Christmas wish list. Honestly I wasn't excited for Christmas or any celebration. For me everyday is the same. Someone dies. Someone is born. Christmas is no different from the normal days we're going through. Abstractly, I wish I have a better outlook, clear of acne. I know this is impossible that is why I say abstractly. Concretely, I want to replace my 'injured' CRT monitor to an LCD. Can I use the LCD TV as my monitor? Need technical opinion from you.

3. FYP

FYP itself isn't giving me stress but the people around are. The repetitive 'stress' by my comrades which weighted on me for a month, is finally lifted. He happy, they happy, I happy, everyone happy? Hopefully.

4. Fibres

Counted what I had for my meals, I was lacking fibres down my gut. Blame the 'stress'. So dinner for today was big plate of broccoli goreng cauliflower. Few minutes later my tunnel was smoothly cleared!

5. Addiction

Kind of addicted to Mike lately, he is quickly running out. Need to re-stock soon. Trust me, Mike gives good pleasuring skill and I assure you his top-notch service.

6. Love

I believe we've entered into a new phase of relationship. Some say it's the boring phase. I term this stable phase. We still tip off arguments here and there but the big ones are reduced. Less ill-tempered already. We've finally exchanged roles for once. And most importantly I am glad we are still together. But considering the rate of spending, I won't have enough for our anniversary. Suggestion?

Why do I wake up so early to post, you say? Ya just finished fighting a toilet monster. So get ready to check out my 20mM complex has fully dissolved or not.

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

21st and 2nd birthday to him and him

2009-12-04T19:13:00.010+08:00

December 03 2009

The temperature was a lot colder than it was outside where the sun was showering the drizzles.

It was his birthday and his birthday:

1. Edwin

Taken on 5th January 2008 in Sunway Pyramid

2. DSC T-2

Both boys celebrated their birthday in Sunway Pyramid, one of the memorable places where my life changes. Let the pictures do the talking, shall we?

Lunch in Subway

Tea time - XXL Crispy Chicken + Takoyaki

3D is never a good choice for a movie. Expensive and inconvenient.

I fell asleep from the spirit of past to the spirit of future.

Dinner was at Ole-Ole Bali, a sister restaurant of Bumbu Bali (Puchong).

Es Campur + Honeydew

Grilled Lamb Chop - ultra big portion!!!

Ole-Ole Trio - super big portion!!!

7th floor - just to show my new hair cut

Dinner was a guilty one 'coz we couldn't finish everything. We left 2 chicken wings and half piece of lamb untouched. Sadly, I don't have extra cash for cake after the meal. Other than that, we were very full and hope they had their superb, wallet bleeding day with me.

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

My English is so very the powderful

2009-12-02T21:59:00.005+08:00

It was long ago I use English as a language to converse other than in presentation. It is time to realize that my English is bad, especially in daily conversation. One is Kenji (few months ago), and then Dexter (an hour ago). These English educated people whom I met recently speak good English. Not to mention they are good looking too. It never come to my attention me so low and weak compared to them. They don't use bombastic or poetic or philosophical terms, but the way they converse actually surprised me and I was fascinated at their choices of words. Honestly I never feel this bad till I speak to them face to face. Simple yet polite while my English pasar doesn't match, so to speak. Of 'coz I don't have problem understanding them, somehow I feel low standing next to them. They must be thinking I speak weird English.

Ben and Denise speak good English too. But as we speak, they lower down their level so much for people like me to understand. To think that our difference is this much bothers me. It's only fair I blame myself for being weak. I tried not to think of this but that was proving difficult. What other ways can I improve if people around me mostly use Chinese as intermediary language? Ok I will start reading from today.

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot