Small talk : I received a so best sms from beemer this afternoon. LAFAZ NIAT MENGUNDI : Sahaja aku keluar barisan, naik roket menuju ke bulan kerana keadilan. Ok, not funny.

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Everyone has been talking how ugly the new RM50 notes are and yes, I do think it’s ugly too. At the beginning of 2008, 20,000 pieces of the New 4th Series RM50 Commemorative Notes had been sold at a premium of RM10.00 to the public at RM60.00 a piece by Central Bank. So, if you’re one of the unlucky ones that bought the notes earlier then I pity you. You paid RM60.00 for a piece of ugly shit that only has a face value of RM50.00 and how much is RM50 today? I do not need to elaborate more.

Now, end of January this year, a further RM49M of the New 4th Series RM50 Notes was distributed amongst the financial institutions but only the selected ones. Not every bank received the new notes. So, maybe you need to go to Manyakorangbeng, Cimpbeng or you can just ask around if you want to have that fugly RM50 note with a price of RM50 only. It’s no more RM60.00 now. See, that’s why I said those who have bought earlier can hang yourself on the wall. They could have just wait for another month and the thing will eventually be distributed for the price of RM50.00 but to be honest they should’ve sold it at a premium of –RM20.00 because fugliness tends to depreciate value.

The mass production and supply of the New 4th Series RM50 Notes is expected to be in the 4th Quarter of 2008, which means towards the end of this year you will find this note flooding the market. Just so you know, the current notes that we are using now is the 3rd Series and in the meantime the 3rd Series will continue to be in circulation to meet the current demand.

The fugliness is not the only problem with RM50.00 note. The new notes will not be recognized by all ATMs and CDMs everywhere. The only place you can do transactions with this note is through the counter and you and I know how sucky it can be when it comes to waiting for turns especially in Manyakorangbeng and Cimpbeng and also PubikBeng and what more to say in Beng Siasoi Nasional?

So, my question is .. Why Central Bank did not want to wait for everything to be in place before releasing the the notes into the market? Why not wait till the ATMs and CDMs to calibrate with it? What a lulu!

P/S : Introduction of new design and features on the other denominations will follow through.

Nah …

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And another one …

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Bluek!

Beg? Ah ah .. Never

Small talk : Zam Zam Ala Kazaam … So now semua cerita cina dalam Bahasa Melayu. Pelakon cina, cakap melayu .. Tak nak pelakon Melayu. Semua cina. Ermm, why don’t do it like this also, cerita Melayu dalam bahasa cina. Pelakon semua Melayu. Tak nak pelakon cina. Semua melayu. Itu baru lah perpaduan. You know my language, I also know your language. Correct? Correct, correct, correct!

I’m Femes? Femes? FEmes? FEMes? FEMEs? FEMES!!!

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I was having a night out with a few friends at Blueberry on Friday night. After one week of working your ass out in the office, a Friday night out is just what I need. We had a few toast before another bugger came and join us. To be honest I don’t know this guy. He’s a friend of a friend of mine. And as I am well known for my “mesra-ness”, especially to someone whom I’ve never met before, I kept quiet and so he opened a topic about blogs. And so we chat about what type of blogs we read, who do we read, favourite blogger and mind you, none of the people know that I have a blog. The conversation goes on …

Bugger : I came across one blog the other day which I a bit don’t like
Friend : What blog and why?
Bugger : Something about “Ordinary Life”… Something like that la, I can’t really remember

My antenna goes up one level higher

Me : Why?
Bugger : He think he wat ah? “femes blogger” ka? Go have birthday party in KL like superstar. So, aiyerr .. I dunno how to say la and some more he wrote craps on his blog and surprisingly people visit his crap blog.
Me : People reads craps. Well I do think that “femes blogger” also wrote crap
Bugger : No la, where got? This one write like a pro eh ..

(yeah, pro crapper - and at that very particular moment I really feel like strangling him)

Me : Well, it’s his blog. I guess he’s entitle to his very right to write whatever he wants. Not for us to judge. I mean everyone got their own style of writing. Some like political matters, some like personal diary, entertainment and stuffs…
Bugger : But this guy like very bimbo you know. Talk about toys la, soft toys some more

(LAN Jiao – How can you not recognized that you’re talking to the person that owns “A Life Less Ordinary”)

I smiled …

But deep down inside I was like really really … Do I need to explain? I mean for fuck’s sake you’re insulting me right in my fuckin’ face you roody pooh smelly ass! Insane! Am I the only motherfucker with the brain? Fuck everything that you stands for and I don’t give a shit, so don’t ever judge me!

My God, dear bugger… I hope you fuckin’ rot in hell. Do you know that I cramp my fuckin’ head till like I’m going crazy to finish all that shit every night? Those are the thing that I call creativity and the ability to manipulate your own fuckin’ mind to fuckin’ generate it into creating something new, something that might not be appealing to most people but at least to my-fuckin-self! I don’t write this fuckin’ blog to fuckin’ please everybody and especially to you, dumbass. Now that you know I write this blog, I wish you would just fuck off and die! You stupid, dumbshit, Goddamn motherfucker! Huh .. That was a relief but since it’s Lent, I forgive you .. My ass!

So now, I got a hater … That I know la. I might have more. Does that make me femes?

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A lot of people have been asking me,

“Why A Life Less Ordinary?”

To be honest, I don’t know why. That phrase suddenly came to my mind like a prophecy from heaven above. Like God is talking to me that I must and must name this blog A Life Less Ordinary if not my whole life will be so siasoi!

No la, nothing like that. This is not a blasphemy … So; I just found out like last year that it’s actually a name of a song, and also a name of a movie. But I’m pretty sure that I heard the phrase somewhere and I though it was so catchy and there you go, that’s how this blog got its name.

A Life Less Ordinary has been a part of me since the very beginning. I can never live without it. I hope that I will be as crappy as it is now until the day I’m gone …

Don’t you Fuckin’ judge me …

Small talk : I decided to name the yellow guy “SHAQ-I”. Read = Shaky

Who Pops it the best?

Suki from One In A Million or Karen Kong, friendster famous superstar!

Suki is the eventual winner of the reality tv show, One In A Million while Karen gains popularity through the net via friendster and eventually she was also one of the rejects of the same reality tv show. The question is, who will make it bigger?

In Love Again - Karen Kong

Berdiri - Suki

This is the third ciggy I puffed in the last eight minutes or so. Like I care. My hands are itchy that I really want to write something before it’s too late and maybe before I go back to my sanity because practically now I’m very much in a state of confusion. Not that it’s really confusing but I made myself confuse. I think me myself would not be able to express this out clearly.

Maybe I got a little disappointed or maybe I’m just being a super emo freak. Call me what you will and most probably I will not care. Could it be any harder? I do not know. But what I know is that I find it hard trying to get what I want to say here straight out and I might continue to rant and rant for God knows how long. I hate it when it does happen.

What is the value of honesty?

It was like yesterday that you had it all and now, Wednesday is gone. And at that particular moment you might be wondering what have you done to deserve all this? Now, you start to hate it and continue to hate it but you just can’t find anybody to blame, not even yourself.

It’s like waking up in the morning and finally realizes that it was just a dream. You got frustrated but then you can’t do anything about it. You’ll feel dejected, fucked up to the max and well maybe a little bit in a mess – partly because you just can’t really get hold of yourself.

Have you ever felt like being so alone in a very crowded place? Even if you are with your best buddies. Everything is so happening and you, felt like being pushed to the far corner of the room feeling so dejected, fucked up to death, beat down dead and stung deep right through your heart. You felt alone, very much alone. No matter how hard they try to get you in but you still feel alone, lonely .. empty. It’s like killing you almost to the very deepest point of agony.

Don’t get it? Me too …

Sometimes I wonder why am I such a big loser. Yes, I am and somehow all these things I hate just revolves around me. Things happens but we don’t really know why. If it’s supposed to be like this and why do most of us ignore the chance to miss? Silly isn’t it? Ok, maybe it’s just me then and somehow what happened made me realized that I move on too fast of late. Really fast from one to another and it continues. Not that I want to but maybe I’m just a little afraid that I will be the one that will feel the pain in the end.

It’s a game of power, manipulation of emotions to control someone’s mind. And yes its a serious game. It’s a game where one who displays their emotions first, gives up total control to the next and goes around like a dog on a collar. When a piece of stock has no future you have to cut your losses and sell. Indecisiveness and sensitiveness can kill.

or maybe I just lost that believe in the thing we call honesty. I don’t know …

So I’ll just leave you with a song …