My Nocturnal Excursion in Bukit Gasing

I did say that I needed to go home, didn't I?

And journeyed home I did.

After several weeks of being absent from my amphibious friends, I finally returned to the place where it all started. There were some concerns prior to the trip as I had received news that a number of friends had been absent for a while.

Thus, it was to my relief that they were all there, safe and sound.

Voicerous.

Innumerable.

Especially this chap here;


Rana malesiana; "Yes, Capt . 9, I am well. Where the
frack have you been"?

Am I the only one who makes it such a bloody drama of not going on one my nocturnal excursions for an extended period of time?

Don't answer that. Heh.

My Adventure of Being Annoyed

I am somewhat pissed. Again.

No, it is not because yet another species of wildlife being singularly wiped-out by humans.

I am well aware that the world is royally screwed and all life will cease to exist by 2010 due to inexplicable climate change or a natural disaster.

Or the Earth being taken over by the apes by 2009

No, that is not what I am pissed at.

Pissed is a strong word though. ‘Annoyed’ then.

I am somewhat annoyed on the insolence of certain ‘unqualified’ bloggers who has taken the liberty to advise people on a variety of issues ranging from relationships to err.. well, mainly its relationships.

I am well aware that it is their hereditary right (or so they assume) to post whatever issues their shallow brains dictates them to, but at least please have some tactfulness.

You will note of this trend of providing wanton advice throughout the blogging community, and it is annoying.

Being engaged for only 2 months or lesser does not allow you to professionally provide people with the relevant advice on how to sustain a relationship much less a marriage.

It is akin to receiving advice from Paris Hilton on road safety procedures.

Or receiving advice on humility from Jose Moanrinho.

Or receiving advice on celibacy from KJ.

Utterly bloody unqualified.

Or maybe the fact that you had resorted to cutting and pasting the article from some female magazine and failing to provide the identity of the end-reader in your post, and as such, this weak attempt at blogging has lead to your readers making assumptions.

Hence my tirade.

In my humble but yet again outstanding opinion, any advice or views on relationship should be avoided like Wayne Rooney. There is no correct or wrong answer to this and don’t be too much of an insolent pup to claim to know the answer.

You don’t.

I have been married for 1 year and 4 months now and I’m still playing at husband. I have no bloody idea of what I’m doing but the wife is not complaining that much so I may be so bold to assume that I’m doing fine at the moment.

I am not impudent enough to assume that my marriage is going to be rosy for the next 20 or so years nor am I that pessimistic to say that this matrimonial institution of mine is going to collapse along the same timeline.

I just keep my mouth shut. Take away the thrash when I’m told and take it one day at a time.

I do have one advice though; marriage is not like as what is painted in your romance novels. Life is unfortunately not a bed of roses, so don’t try to make it one.

You’ll be disappointed with the results.

So, do us all a favour and just shut the hell up.

My Adventure With Our Favourite Robots In Disguise: Controversy

It is with amazement and incredulity that we find a cartoon with reference to giant transforming robots laying the smack-down on each other, captivating the attention of millions, none more so than the current 30 year olds who remember fondly the animated series during their childhood.

Over the years we have seen the advancement of technology in the animation industry, particularly in terms of animation and design, yet we still muse with fondness, these characters we adored and followed religiously.

Each character was unique with their personality and mannerism and indeed it was almost impossible not to have personal favorites.

Then the unthinkable happened.

In the 1986 animated Transformers movie, our favorite characters died.

In controversial fashion.

The controversy and subsequent anguish that followed still lingered20 years on and although we have somewhat mourned and moved-on, the cruel matter for the motivation of their demise was unknown, until now.

Flint Dille, the animated movie’s consultant revealed;

“ In the next season (3), we were going to have all these new characters, and people are going to be wondering what happened to the old characters that they liked so much. What we knew, in a business sense, is that they had been discontinued, because they were the 1984/1985 (toy)line – but, we needed to tie them off. So, we had this one scene where the Autobots basically had to run through a gauntlet of Decepticons. Which basically wiped out the entire '84 product line in one massive charge of the light brigade”.

Capitalist B*stards!


The shattered bodies of Wheeljack and Windcharger


It is inconceivable and moronic even, the methods in which the old characters were dispatched, and this issue is still heavily deliberated by the fans. In the series, the robots are often shown to sustain multiple shots without consequence, and yet this is inconsistent with the movie's depiction of characters falling so readily to laser blasts.



Brawn is felled by Megatron


The logic is rather astounding when you deliberate on the fact that Optimus Prime and Brawn (two of the fallen Auotobot during the siege of Auotobot City) are felled by only minor laser blasts, while Ultra Magnus was practically blown to bits by Galvatron, then was repaired to mint condition in short order.

This was perhaps the main reason on why the majority of our favourite characters were missing on the episodes preceeding the film. Now, although their fates were not explicitly explained onscreen, we can only assume that they died during the battle in the movie.


Therefore in a tribute to the victorious dead and the bravery shown to defend humanity against the Decepticons; I give honor to the fallen brave.

Oh stranger, go tell in Lacedaemon,
That here we lie, obeying their behests.

My Adventure With Our Favourite Robots in Disguise

On 4 July 2007, the worldwide premier of the long awaited live-action Transformers movie will finally be out and fans wait with crossed-fingers for the end-product from director Michael Bay.

Of the many comic or cartoon adaptation made over the last few years, no other project had received so much flak quite like the Transformers. From the choice of director to the designs, storyboard and actors; every single aspect of the movie was finely scrutinised. None more so that the choice for the director’s chair.

Fans have been critical when Bay was named as director by producer Steven Spielberg, as the former’s speciality of big-budgeted, special effects-driven, pop corn movies have been one dimensional. Furthermore, Bay has been known to sacrifice the story-line for the sake of action, and has a tendency to make actors with great ability as believable as B-movie extras.



So, it may be precisely for those reasons that producer Steven Spielberg thought Bay would fit-in perfectly as the director for the Transformers movie. In any case, it’s hard to argue with that decision as Bay does have a good-track record and his movies has made millions, even the razzies-inclined ones. Furthermore, we all know Michael Bay for his trademark action shots, and which other director can give some justice to a movie about giant transforming robots laying the smack down on each other.

Although, you would think that nobody is taking an importance of the story depth and character development in a movie based on huge transforming robots?

Well, apparently everyone is.

It is not a surprise that those of us making the biggest noise are the G1 (or Generation One, episodes which ran from '84 till '87) fans, who currently now are in their late 20s and early 30s who had grew-up watching the cartoon.

It is the G1 fans who now hang the guillotine precariously over Bay’s neck. Whether he has the ability to do justice to our beloved robots in disguise still needs to be seen. Failing which would be almost tantamount to blasphemy. Memories are none too limited to remember the controversy when in the 1986 Transformers animation movie, Optimus Prime was killed-off together with a number of other favorite characters.



To the G1 fans, these robots are more than just animation, they had character, personality and fans are hoping to see that at least the major similarities will be kept; the voice, character words or mannerism intact in- line with its comic and animated series.

So, till 4/7/07 comes around;

"Autobots... transform and roll-out!"

My Adventure of Reciting Poetry

My Pretty Rose Tree
by William Blake.

A flower was offered to me,
Such a flower as May never bore;
But I said "I've a pretty rose tree,"
And I passed the sweet flower o'er.

Then I went to my pretty rose tree,
To tend her by day and by night;
But my rose turned away with jealousy,
And her thorns were my only delight

Lads, trust me... screw the stuff you learnt from FHM or your pervy neighbour who can't even pull a bird, even if he lived all his life next to the KL Bird Park.

This one gets the girl everytime.

My Adventure of Having a Conundrum II

These faces and places are getting old.

I need to go home.

My Adventure of Having a Conundrum

Is life a straight path or a massive circle?

Does our life's voyage, diverge in a spherical manner to the exact identical spot, recurring similar consequences, faults, associates, compulsion and commitments.

Or does it persists with a uniformed consistency, repudiating all proverbial associates, without even the customary glance behind.

If life is indeed a loop and on that instance, when we find ourselves at the same, identical location and occassion, do we have the strength to breach that habit. If indeed it is the contrary situation, do we then have the strenght to maintain the solitary & secluded existense.

Two paths. One alternative.

Which do you choose?