Review: The Book of Eli
Yet another one-man-show hero upholding Christianity faith and all that is good, while systematically disposing criminals and opposing all that is not good, in a post-apocalypse world movie…
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the cause of traffic jam
Ever since the government decided to wantonly hike up the fuel price, the rush hours are somehow getting weirder. The usual 7am jam is virtually non-existant, while the previously non-existant 8.00pm jam started! Car pool people, car pool! Like what my friend and I are doing. It is a waste (of your money and street space) to lug around a huge pile of metal just because one person inside wants to go to point B.
So yesterday when I drove from KLCC to Pavilion to pick up my friend CChinz, which took me 45minutes by the way, we had to let 3 police cars squeezed past. I ain’t see no accidents anywhere.
When we drove from Pavilion back to Jalan Ampang, again we saw 3 police cars drove by in top speed on the next lane. I ain’t see any criminals running for their life in this disgusting jam.
So after that, when waiting at the junction between Jalan Sultan Ismail and Jalan Ampang (Renaissance Hotel) for the traffic lights to turn green, we saw yet more police cars passed us by the third time. I saw one parked right in the middle of the crossroad and some others fanned out to other areas.
I remember thinking to myself: Ahh… Finally, a good bunch of policemen who were doing their job to relieve the traffic jam! They are so worthy of my tax! (Like I pay heaps)
So we patiently waited for the lights to turn green, or the policeman to wave us to go.
Then the lights came and went.
Then the lights came and went again.
Then the lights came and went and came and went again.
Still we had not move a milimeter and my fuel is dissisipating super fast! All the cars are honking away at the policeman to show their displeasure. What the hell was he thinking? Was his vision only one-sided? How could he not see that we have been waiting for so long and the queue behind was massive?
Despite all the long torturous hoking, we still waited for another 5 minutes before several police bikes flew past us with a big Rolce Royce that has a little flag in front in tow. After the RR passed through, the policeman turned and walked away, leaving us to our own demises.
SO.
We are forced to wait about 15minutes just so the minister/royalty can pass by without interruption and at top speed. At the rush hour of 7ish-8pm. Why can’t these smart people schedule their meetings EARLIER or LATER to avoid the jam?
SO.
Our police force is not mobilized to ease up the traffic but to congest it. Or just to let VIP pass through. Or just to harass bikers.
SO.
All the pain of people caught in traffic jam means nothing to people in power. Maybe they should try taking a cab with crappy driver; or sit in a monorail; or catch LRT when there’s no air-con available.
SO.
I think I need a cold beer in a chilled mug to cool down myself now… Allelujah to happy hour.
cops = corpse
It was about 1.30am when we biked home (no thanks to the fuel price hike!), and encountered about four policemen hogging at a corner of the crossroad and stopped us.
They were not wearing uniform, so JC politely asked them what was this all about. One officer flippantly flipped open his wallet and announced that this is a police operation. When JC wanted to take a closer look, since there wasn’t enough lights, the police got irritated and said loudly: “Police lah!”
– It is our very right to check the validity of your documents too! –
One of them leaned on his motorbike (which looks like any normal bike); one of them was shaking his legs; two of them was standing with a scold on their faces. They look more like mak rempit than policemen.
Then they asked for IC and driver license from JC. I didn’t bring mine but JC passed so I passed. The trick is to speak Malay with them and don’t act scared.
Before we go, one of the policemen lazily said: “You must always bring your IC you know? Do you know when you do not need to bring your IC? When you go toilet!”
The other policemen chuckled and added: “Or if you go to grave you also don’t have to bring IC!”
@)!$&)*%!)#^!#_%*!#&^_!#*^_!^*!#!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
These people have ATTITUDE AND DRESS CODE problem! And you wonder why no policemen did not EVER get any respect from most of the community!!!
I have a simple name
It goes like this… P-A-G-A-N. Only one vowel to repeat. And I don’t really care if you pronounce it the English way or the Malay = Spanish way because I understand that it is an unusual name. (I said it was simple, not ordinary) Simple, isn’t it?
NO.
Over the phone: Some people will annoying insist that my name is either Megan, Peggy, Haagen (you think my mum will named me after an ice cream brand? puh-lease), Pageant (who will named themselves pageant?), Pecan (do I look like a nut to you?), Penguin (don’t… just don’t go there), or Vivian (which part of my name sound like Vivian?).
Fine, it’s over the phone, the line might be fuzzy. I forgive you.
In person: The most fundamentally salah question: “Do you know what ‘Pagan’ means?”
The answer I’d love to give: No, I have been living with this name for eons and still, I don’t know what it means. Enlighten me. OR, if pronouncing my name proves to be too hard for you, you may call me Goddess.
In writing: Ok, I may have written like a man for all my professional email liaising, but Mr. Pagan? MR. PAGAN? Even when I have purposely put a (Ms.) at my email signature?!?!
And today, the creme de la creme - Ms. Chellapandi! Where is the connection?????
My only consolation is that the person got my gender right. Argh!
Zoo Negara Trip
I actually have a list of place that I wanted to visit in KL like Zoo Negara, Aquaria, the whatever wheel, FRIM, Science Centre. So couple weeks ago, I was bored out of my mind and decided to visit the Zoo Negara since I’ve never been there ever (shame on me) and dragged DB along with me.
I must say that the map provided in the Zoo Negara website is USELESS for people who are not familiar with that region. The map I found in mycen is not much better. The road sign that leads to Zoo Negara is PATHETIC. In any case, I found it since I’m such a good navigator haha.
When I reached there, I saw families upon families with little kids and strollers and I was thinking to myself “What the heck is a grown woman like me visiting the Zoo?”. But my worries were worthless because I saw grown MEN visiting the Zoo in PAIRS haha. (No, they did not hold hands!)
We had some Ramli burger to boost our energy first. Then we went to see the monkeys, more monkeys, and more and more monkeys, till I swore that if I saw one more type of monkey I would eliminate the entire race of monkeys from the surface of earth!
Before I could made my threat come true it started pouring. How timely. We had no choice but to buy an umbrella each, and I was forced to roll up my jeans like an ah-sam or else my jeans will soak up all the rain and gather all the rubbish along the way.
And so we continue with our journey to the next stop – the bears. We were taken aback by the sheer size of the brown bears! They were like 2 of us combined standing up! I don’t fancy meeting any bears in the wild anymore… 
The honey bear looked really cute foraging the ground for earthworms though.
Next came the tortoise. One can only imagine how heavy is their shell with size that big. That’s why they move so slowly? In any case I wouldn’t want to be a tortoise in my next life – think about how you would feel if you can’t change out of your clothes even after you are dead…
Then we reached the reptiles section. In good time too, since it started pouring cats and dogs (why not pouring donkeys and asses? fishes and frogs? hmm…). Let’s just say that there’s no snake I’ve not seen in other zoos before.
After that were the giraffes, lions, tigers, leopards, emus, ostriches, elephants, wild cats, birds, birds, birds, and birds. *blek*
The highlight of the day – the Orang Utans! You cannot believe how cute they were. At first we only saw a huge orange furball and we were wondering if the zookeeper accidentally left the rugs there. Then it MOVED and we found out that the two love birds (or love apes) were actually kissing and cuddling. The female OU was throwing a little tantrum and the male OU was trying to pacify her by kissing her and holding her hands. (The female OU sneaked some looks at us when she was kissing the male OU… talk about female’s multitasking ability.) I guess the female OU got pissed off by us looking on and decided to give the male OU the cold shoulder treatment and run off to play with the ropes haha.
The worst letdown of the day – the penguins and the aquarium. What penguins!? There’s none since their home is under renovation! And I was looking forward to see the penguins all day! *argghh* And the aquarium is murky with humongous overfed pale looking aimless ugly fishes. *yuck* I wouldn’t even consider eating those fishes.
Despite the rain and the let down, I had an extremely good time there with DB. (Thanks DB for being so supportive of my crazy idea! *mwah*) But honestly, if you have the money, go to Singapore Zoo. At least they have penguins there!
Kiku Zakura Japanese Restaurant @ Mid Valley
While milling around in Mid Valley, ASL & me chanced upon this restaurant on the top floor, next to the Vietnamese restaurant. When we walked into this restaurant, a face-all-painted-up-geisha-lookalike-waitress greeted us at the entrance with a fake Japanese accented English. Mann, that face! Gave me a fright! (I tried to surreptitiously take pictures of her but failed… because she was always surrounded by other geisha-lookalike-waitresses)
view of d’entrance
So we got seated and been presented the menu. The set list that they’ve got is really amazing! Tons & tons of sets to choose from. Too many choices sometimes are a bad choice.
Impressive leh
First came the *free* appetizer – Jellyfish, some shellfish and octopus. So-so only.
ASL ordered the tempura udon & gyoza set. It’s normal, not too salty, not too tasteless.
I love this type of egg though…
I had the beef sukiyaki set. It was tooooooo salty that should I didn’t take rice with it, I will be completely bald by the time I finish the whole set.
Although the quality of food was so-so and the price is quite expensive, the waitresses were attentive. Give it a go if you run out of ideas to eat and feel like paying a little bit more.
So How Do I Rate It?
Food? 3/5
Beverages? 3/5
Service? 5/5
Price? 4/5
Promotion? iN/A
Are you malay?
…is what Loony’s cab driver asked her the first thing she got into the car, freshly back from Bangkok, Thailand. Now why did she have to speak to him in Malay at first place?
Anyway, after establishing the fact that loony’s in fact:
- a pure blood Chinese (not half-Malay, certainly NOT Indonesian!),
- working in KL (he actually thought loony’s working as an air stewardess or a model because loony “ada gaya”. Hohohohoho),
- originated from Malacca (apparently Malacca produces lots of pretty girls),
- has 3 siblings,
- not 23 years old but a little older than that (honestly, loony looks like 23yo? PUH-LEASE),
- single (but he said that loony’s so pretty, she didn’t have to worry about not being able to find a boyfriend. Hohohoho),
What, you think loony’s a fool? She gave him a little truths & more half-truths. No no no, half truths are NOT lies.) and passed loony his contact so she can call him anytime if she needs a cab to KLIA or LCCT, their conversation turned to why most Chinese woman nowadays, in their late twenties & early thirties, preferred to stay single.
According to the very chatty Cab Driver, they (his other customers of course) said that one, they haven’t found the Mr. Right; Two, they are really cynical about the whole marriage idea because they see all the failures in marriages around them.
Well, this is what loony thinks: Mr. Right? There are no Mr. Right in this world for any women. Why? ‘cos women (especially those highly educated and have a good job with high paying income) are somehow brainwashed to find a man that has to fit in their ‘perfect for me’ list. Now the thing is, even if this particular guy fit in their ‘perfect for me’ category, they might ended up in separate ways anyway. Why? ‘cos they forgot that all relationships have to be work on. It takes effort. It’s just like planting a flower seed. You think the flower’s going to grow up alright just by itself? Weeds, maybe. Not if you want to cultivate exotic orchids. So back to loony’s point, Mr. Right is only Mr. Right once you determined that you’re going to work on this particular relationship.
**disclaimer: loony is neither a women-hater nor a feminist. She’s just like to say what she thinks in a way she likes to write it.
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I’ve been tagged.. *sweat*
Well, I thought tagging is a spyware. Honestly. Have no idea how it works until MissMynx tagged me! ARGHHH! I’ve been tagged! Now I felt honour-bound to write a “I’ve been tagged” blog, dedicated to MissMynx ok! Haha (Thanks for loving my blog! *mwah*mwah*)
Anyways this is how it works:
• Each player must post these rules first.
• Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
• People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.
• At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
• Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.
These are 8 little facts about d’pagan:
- I cannot rear any pets for shit. They all died-ed on me. It is strictly absolutely no-way-it’s-going-to-be my fault
- I get super irritated when people do illogical stuff which I can’t make sense of. It defies reason!
- I read dictionary for fun when I was younger. Now I subscribe to dictionary.com for a new word a day. Yeah yeah, I’m a geek at heart.
- I only like to befriends people who has the same IQ & EQ, or higher, than I am.
- Thick-skinned, “lansi”, “diao geh”, sarcastic, or corny are all my middle name.
- I’m really fat when I was younger. And I do mean REALLY fat (oh shuddup).
- I like to put things in perspective for others, though not necessarily for myself. So don’t ask for my opinion if you can’t take the blunt & honest truth.
- I have my own little motto/principles of life, all collected & cherished through my passage of years thus far. One must learn from one’s mistake, no?
And i’m tagging along:
Ann Tu writes GREAT blog! Absolutely adore her Chinese blog.
Cathryn The Great isn’t afraid to blog about her own personal shit-hole or heavenly experience.
Ivy Chee likes to update her blogs with pieces of information she found on the web.
Ual-Nehpets-Werdna has a whacky sense of humour. Just look at his nick!
Vincent Chee only writes in Chinese now. (how reader-unfriendly) A shame though. His English is kinda good. (Afterall he’s my brother. It’s in our genes)
xQing blogs almost daily! You’ll find her blog irresistibly cute, if you read Chinese that is.
Karla has finally found her reason of being in KL – to match make the expats from different countries!
Ee Leong just celebrated his 25th birthday and suddenly decided to detailed his life since he has goldfish (3 sec) memory lapse
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