On Christmas Eve

Few words: Since my previous post Mr.Leo is published, everyone is calling me that now. Sooner or later this place going to be misterleomonkey.blogspot.com. By the way, it’s Christmas already? It feels just like another Friday night. I sacrifice Christmas for my final year project, dear supervisor; if you’re reading this, do give me an A+.


Here I am, alone, in front of my laptop on Christmas Eve. For those who are really close to me, they will assume I'm bullshitting but the fact is the fact; I’m all alone in front of my lappy now and most probably remain the same for the next couple of hours. Well if that’s the case, then why not blog? Here it goes then...

The following may contain certain degree of joke involving several important characters of Christmas which are not in any way explicit or offensive. If you can’t take joke seriously or if you take joke too seriously, please stop reading and exit the page. Conversely, if you’re just looking for a piece of laughing material, welcome.

Being born and raised by Chinese custom had gravely lessened my knowledge or understanding about other custom, for instance the Christmas. The first word that comes through my mind when you talk about Christmas is Merry because they always come together, and no kidding, that’s the only thing I know about Christmas. I really had no idea what Christmas is until I’m in kindergarten. Even so, I’d think of Santa Claus as a thief. You can’t blame me, who wouldn’t think of a thief when someone wearing boots go into your house through the chimney. To further support my theory, Santa always come at night when everybody is asleep, he carry a never-ending big sack and he laugh every time he got away "Ho Ho Ho!". Which of the above criterion show he is not a thief, convince me!

After some time, I share my humble theory with my friend Rajan and to my surprise; he couldn’t even let me finish my theory. He was totally pissed off. He told me that Santa Claus is never a thief, Santa Claus is his hero. He also told me that Santa Claus was originally one of Marvel superhero, same class with Spiderman, Hulks and others superheroes in those Superhero League. And because of that, I believe him for months and wondering “What superpower he had? Toy making? Chimney sliding?”

Back then, Rajan is still my best friend before I find out that there is no Rajan in his birth cert. It's written Ganes instead.

After some years of celebrating Christmas, I gain some knowledge about Santa, mainly through TV. Somehow Santa is a kind old man who likes to make toys and he come every year on this particular night to deliver his handmade toys to good kids ONLY. The word ONLY sound so mysterious right, I thought so, how he know which is good har? At that time, I already had quite a number of useful data on Santa, but still I couldn’t meet him.

I know Santa put the present in sock, so I purposely ask my mum to wash all my socks before Christmas. I put my sock every year at my front door, in fact I put three just in case he missed it or maybe I’m lucky enough to make him think I have two more siblings. But still, nothing in the socks.

At some point, I even ask my mum to build a chimney in my house because I thought he is too paiseh to come in by front door. Of course my mum won’t build one, by the way, having a chimney in Malaysia is illegal; government will tax you under factory and manufacturing building because the number of house with chimney is even rare than museum. Every year I have come out with more and more creative idea; putting a sign board writing ’chimney this way’ at my front door, placing my sock at the balcony instead and I even reserve a place for reindeer parking. But there is still no trace of Santa and more importantly his toys. Eventually, I understand why my parent isn’t all hype bouts Santa, for the reason, it’s just a myth.


Even so it’s just a myth; there are still a few logical questions that I don’t understand. "Why reindeer?" And it’s not normal reindeer; Santa is so picky, he only wants red nosed reindeer. Why not horse? Everyone knows that horse is better in many ways than reindeer. "And why elf?" Everyone knows the cheapest labor available is Bangla, why not Bangla? These are few logical questions that still remain a mystery to me.

But not today, I finally meet my Santa, or seem to be like him. Red and white, should be him.

He even went through all the fuss to prepare this just for me; I guess I’m in his good boys list this year.

Well, the drawback is I have to pay for this. FML. Guess Santa never really exist after all.

But at least I know Santa still love me, if not why do he ask me to come again.

HO HO HO! MERRY CHRISTMAS DEAR READERS!
Merry Christmas to you as well, mellymonkeys (whisper)

Mr. Leo

Few words: The petrol price went up again. Ultraman is indeed a smart guy; he converted to solar power hundred years ago. He knew this day would come.



Horoscope sure is an amazing thing, to be able to put those stars craps into the one of the world top billboard worship chart is something not? At least this astrologist deserves some round of applause. I mean some parent even wrote horoscope as a religion in the birth cert. "Sir, there is a slight confusion over here, there is no room for horoscope in birth cert” say the lady at the counter. "Nonono, that's my religion” replies the man. That’s how far people take horoscope these days.

But seriously, horoscope is really something to brag of. It can be next to the world seven wonders, or at least parallel to Confucius teaching. I mean you're already being judged even when you're still in your mummy womb, some powerful sh*t, not? Speaking of Confucius, I read that he’s a stubborn old man who is constantly surrounded or rather ambushed by clever students. Can you imagine yourself debating everyday with a bunch of nerds about moral issue, loyalty and such life philosophy? Some of you guys can’t even tahan your 45 minutes Pendidikan Moral class when Confucius endures it every single day. If he is born slightly later in modern life, I guess he already had at least 50 phD of Moral Education.


Basically the word ‘stubborn’ already tell half of his story: Confucius is definitely a Leo, for the reason that no matter what, he is always the winner. That’s how far a typical Leo can go despite all the nerdos' assault. No kidding, I even meets a guy that doesn’t want to give up even he’s being checkmate. He keeps on telling his opponent, there’s still move; which he is trying to devise. Some Leo even cheats in board game by hiding extra King in their sleeves. That’s how cheap a Leo can be in order to win.

By the definition of horoscope, a Leo is a guy who wants to win so badly that he can even kill for it. If you browse through the horoscope, most of others horoscope bring a positive attitude: loving, outgoing, playful and such. The only horoscope that had an unpleasant attitude is Leo. I think one of the horoscoper purposely did that after he/she realized that his/her enemy is a Leo. Being a Leo is more like a curse. But anyhow, since Leo is the only bad guy in the horoscope and virtually we can’t do anything about it; we Leo-er simply choose not to believe in this crap.

That is me, being a typical Leo choosing not to believe this kind of nonsense. “Where got la” that’s what a typical Leo will think every time they open their newspaper’s horoscope column. Some even give up reading the entertainment column just to avoid reading those horoscopes. I once told my mum to stop subscribing the entertainment column but if those daily is to be without entertainment column; they're already good to be recycled.

Being not a believer of horoscope for the past 20 years or so, decided to read his first article on Leo horoscope and surprisingly “Darn it, it’s all bull eyes”. I’m exactly the person written in that article, no less no more. Of all the sudden, I feel like I wasted my 20 years of not believing; there goes my Toto prophecy. Then I flip to the next horoscope, “Darn it, it’s all bull eyes again” and continuously I had another 10 bull eyes on each horoscope. Then it had come to my bottom line that horoscope is just another twist of puzzled words which related to everyone daily life. That’s the formula of bull eyes.

So the next time you says I had a Leo blood streaming all over my body. Actually you might want to add another 11 more.

Understand

Few words: This crash semester just gonna be so sardine-packed; it’s like a race against time. We’re required to finish 4 months syllabus in a month, just imagine.



You guys should be realized by now that my blog update by average is once to twice a month, the rate is even slower than Japanese manga updates; way to go! Not complaining though, as long as it is still of the same quality. But reading back the few posts, I need to say I don’t really understand what it’s all about; it’s more like a blog to impress and by doing so, the whole blog went ballistic. Extravagantly exaggerated is the right word. So from today onward, it’s all straight forward spontaneous honesty blog.

Sometimes I’d ask myself, how long it takes to really understand a person. 4 years? 4 months? 4 days? We might make believe that we really into understanding someone but the fact are, it take a lifetime to fully understand a person. In one life, how many people can you fully understand? I believe only a handful of people out there. And I think I only need to understand one, her.

People that you grew up with can turn into stranger, family that you lived with can turn into enemy and even friends that you thought stay forever can too turn into lover. How much do you really understand a person now? When I see someone I care turning into the wrong road, I try to correct them; hopefully they’re on the right path again. Even till now, I still think I made a good move. But I was wrong.

Who denoted the right path for everyone, the fact is there’s no right path for everyone. Each path is tailor-made, and by the way who is there to tell it’s right or wrong; by civilization norm? Not even civilization norm can tell, that is something I learn after numerous failures to take the person I care back on the right path. I have what I want, that’s why I don’t see what they’re going through. Some people rather to be used, some people rather to go against their principle of life, some people just can do anything so that they can go surface and none of them are my business now.

I'd believe people will learn from mistake, that because I experience this myself too. But if they don’t learn, like what my mum told me before “Mind your own business la, son”. Right! They have their own right path too, so why bother. Instead of stopping them, why not seeing their path in their point of view; you might find something interesting on the way. Hopefully…

I too don’t understand why I am scratching my leg so often. Haih..kesian my leg. I also don't understand why my crash course need to be so sandwich, susahnya. But at least all the lecturer this semester is nice, that a good feedback not?

Story of Staying on Track

Few words: I’m obsessesed with the American series: Lie to me. It never fails to amaze me how the Dr. Lightman spot lies through humans’ facial expression. No doubt the science is awesome, but if I were to choose; I rather not to see lies. Knowing everything is not always a blessing.


A few months ago, I was standing here in front of burger stall with sadden face and aching heart; let’s just say it’s not a good story to begin with. Months later, I’m here standing in front of the burger stall basically doing the same thing but with a completely different state of affairs. Amazing huh? How one heart can change so fast (or should I put ‘so much') in few months time. "Looks like I’m off from my track again".

Ever wonder how repulsive you look in the past few months? I bet you don’t, in fact I think you’re the last person on earth to realize or want to know about it. People just don’t seem to care about this matter anymore, I mean, who will keep track on what you’re today and what you will be in months later; that’s absurd not? Simply!

You may change a lot, you may not, you may doesn’t even know what the changes are; but definitely not through yourself. People experience change but not all realizing the changes; just for the reason you can’t see yourself. That’s when the peoples around you come in handy: friends, families, foes, chatters, girlfriend, boyfriend and basically everyone who see you other than what you see yourself. I don’t deny, who understand you better than yourself; I mean, you’re the only one in this whole darn world that know what you’re good for and what you’re not.

You are the one that fill in your own column of your strength and weakness, because you know yourself better than us. But wait a minutes, who’s there to judge what you put is a definite strength. It may seem one to you, but how sure are you that your strength is a plus and not a minus? Even the only person in this whole darn world, aka, you; can’t be sure about it. That’s when the role of the person around you comes in place.

After that incident, I look at myself as a completely different person; I may have mixed up the strength and weakness column in the past; somehow I bring a few weaknesses into the strength column. Nevertheless, I'm lucky that someone point that out (ouch!) and I manage to pull out what shouldn’t be out of the list. The process of realizing is of course through a very painful experience. Humans are miserable huh? They only learn through pain; I mean they learn more through pain. Some say experience make you a fighter and I can’t further disagree with it. I have to come clean; if I were a fighter today, I got it all through pain. From the pain, human tend to remember the mistake with all their might so that they won’t repeat the pain once again. That’s when pain guide mankind to a better...erh...mankind.

One bad thing about human is they tend to forget. Human brain can only keep so limited input,s like your hard disk for instance. You need to delete old files in order to make room for new inputs; the same applies to human brain, but in a much complicated way. When human tend to lift off from their track of life, the deflection will bring them to a different ground; different level where they start to forget the pain. That’s when pride comes in and ego takes over the body. That’s when I started to put back my weakness to the strength column again; repeating the same last mistake. This happen occasionally, but I’m just another human and human tend to make mistake too. However, as long as human can control this; there is really no one you can blame. I admit there is a slip out every now and then, but as long as I still put control into practice; it doesn’t even matter not?

Months ago, I completely aware of the pain and trust me I will do anything just to avoid the pain. Months later, the pain might have faded where pride and ego come in full force shadowing the pain. I’m once again back being an egoist for a while until someone unintentionally say that right at my sorry face: “Attitude shows it all” and that’s ring a bell. Of all the sudden, waking me up in the dark and realizing how repulsive I was. “Attitude shows it all”, I thought I have changed but now I realize that I’m just circling the same old mistake and falls back to that silly mistake every so often. “Attitude shows it all” and that’s actually a good call. Thanks!

Months later, I’m here standing in front of burger stall and struggling to stay on my track. At least, I still remember the pain and no opt to repeat the same mistake anymore. Yet still I’m not the one to judge, you guys are.

Time to hit the books now, adios!

Of Long Time Not Updated Blog

Few words: Recently someone has really been up to my nerves. If you’re so lucky reading this, please! Can you don’t be so guai lan all the time. I already don’t like you; don’t make me hate you with you and your idiotic chuckle. I mean what’s up in your sleeves; go bug others instead! Get a life, you soulless puppet!


It actually feel like I’m in the middle of some war. You know, restless night, busy day and dozen bullet to dodge every now and then; simply no time to die. I can’t deny that it had been a while since my last update and I'm not planning to give you lame excuses anymore. Nonetheless, time just doesn’t seem enough when you grew older, at least for now; exam, final year project, mini projects, reports and life just keep getting busy, don't they? But the fact is there are just too many things I wanted to share yet just so little time to blog. And to choose between one, I had actually missed many beautiful things in my blog. What I regret the most is that I never had the chance even just to jot them down in my blog. I guess my blog had been a real blank for the past few weeks.

It has already become part of my routine to write down beautiful things that happen in my blog; for the purpose of sharing and mainly for self seeking. For the past few weeks, my blog life is nothing but blank. I don’t blame if my readers have jump ship, abandon or deleted my link because who won’t when they keep seeing the same post every time they logged in. The thing is its just plain thorny for me to squeeze time in between to blog. No doubt blogging is very calming but sleep is more vital in my case. I have to stay fresh the next morning, I’m in the middle of some war, remember?

Many years ago, my mum started to plant this idea in my head. "Hobby is just for fun but get your priority straight first"; which is always money making in my case. That’s nothing wrong not? Getting your priority straight will lead you to be someone powerful; but of course excluding a lot of fun. You’ll be scoring like Wilt Chamberlain in whatever your priority is but your life will be as stiff as wood. I don’t know since when, where and how but somehow, my hobby had become purely part timer for sometimes. To be real honest, I had have a very dull life back then, work-sleep-work rather than play-sing-play. Until one day where I was so fed up and decided to trade some of the priority for fun. All these years, I had been living my life as a trader between the balance of these two elements.

I can't help but I’m always in awe, why can’t priority be fun; I mean money making can be fun too not? I’m not fated to become a money making machine; I can always venture into other fun field, like circus for instance. But then again reality strikes back really hard, fun jobs aren’t meant to be fun; even clown complaint about their work. Anything that comes with responsibility is not fun. That’s when my mum’s idea starts to ring back a bell in my head. Hobby needs no burden, that’s why it’s fun but its different story for money making. I guess I’m fated to be what I'm supposed to be and there will be more woody life to come. Cruel reality!

Nevertheless in the midst of all this woody life, I still have time to grasp for some fun. Every now and then, my friends and I would just travel to somewhere new on short notice or better still without one. It's just so random. We will drive to somewhere somehow on no direction basis. For instance, last few weeks where we randomly ended up in some paddle field museum, crystal mountain (or so the place to be called) and Alor Setar Mall right after a class. The place is crappy and the foods are nothing to be excited about. Nevertheless, the time spent being with friends is something to be. Some claimed that we can just be friends for now and no friendship last forever, but who care as long as we had good time for the time being.

Oh yes, remind me to stab the guy that sell me the broadband. No bills, no news, nothing for months but out of nowhere; when I checked yesterday, I owe Celcom RM 200 for a month of broadband usage. What the frog wrong with his no hidden or installation charge and RM 50 a month promises? That’s all pure craps, mister salesman! I’m going to bring two parangs with me; one to chop him when he can’t fix my problem and the other one for wasting my time. If you’re so lucky reading this, please shift your shop to somewhere else for safety purposes or go hide for Celcom’s sake. What I don't understand is why Celcom give their broadband selling permit to those not qualified deceitful seller, that only ruin your market, you dumbo!

Nokia N900’s Franken Camera

Few words: I have bunches more of assignments on my pending list, time just seem not enough lately. I’m planning to visit the nearest vendor machine to buy ‘time’. Hopefully it’s cheap.


One of the major downside of Nokia N900 is its limited 5.0 mega pixels camera. I know, 5.0 mega pixel is pretty decent to start with but hello! We’re at the era of 12.0 mega pixels but why is Nokia N900 still stuck in the era of Nokia N95? If I would tag Nokia N900, it will be a powerful device for net surfing, multitasking, big ass storage and lots more but definitely not for its camera. Face it! We have nothing to shout about with 5.0 mega pixels nowadays. Yes, it can take pretty decent photo with its default camera, just like other normal camera phone does but if we were to compare with *cough* SE Satio 12.0 big lenses monster *cough*, the quality is like comparing cave to Hilton Hotel.

But then everything changed after the community introduces Franken Camera into N900. Let’s keep thing short, Fcam or Franken Camera is software develops by some programmers to unleash the full power of N900 camera. I believe one of the programmers is Mister Franken himself or so they named the software to be.

Now, just imagine yourself in some café. Suddenly something pops up and you decided to capture it with your N900. Snap! There you go; your pathetic shot. Then you look over to the next table, someone doing the same but with a 12.0 megapixel camera phone. You quickly hide your phone. The guy from next table walks over to the counter, and gives you this stupid stare. You felt embarrass, you covered yourself with newspaper. Why is that happening?

Now, imagine again; you in some café then something pop up and you decided to snap it with your N900. Of course, this time with Fcam installed in your N900. You look over, some guy doing the same with 12.0 mega pixel camera. This time, you walk over; throw him the phone and say “I’m just using 5.0 mega pixels” proudly.

Okay, what I’m trying to say is, with Fcam installed; you can do more than a phone camera can do. Suddenly your N900 turns to be a mini DSLR. Focus, white balance, ISO, HDR and more DSLR terms; you name it and Fcam got it all. But of course, its power is still very inferior to a real DSLR camera; after all, N900 only has a 5.0 megapixel camera and furthermore it’s inappropriate to compare a phone with camera to a real solid DSLR camera. I’m just saying that it’s capable to use certain function of a DSLR camera, nevertheless.

I guess words can’t describe everything, why not lets the picture do the talking.

‘Bokeh’ effect or the haze effect is one of the techniques found in digital photography nowadays. Fcam come with the supremacy to play with focus, hence N900 too can produce such a ‘bokeh’ effect result. Amazing huh? Below are examples of playing with focus. The focus is on the doll in the first photo and on the frog in the second photo.


Below are more examples of N900 photo. (credit goes to LYN forumers)

"With N900's Fcam, beautiful photo is now possible". I think I just tagged N900 under powerful camera ;D

Unboxing Nokia N900

Few words: It had been a while since the last time I crack mind to blog; most of the time, I’m writing for academic purposes. Strange thing, every time when I start blogging, I smile. Guess that’s why I love blogging so much.

I had been longing for this device since I followed some forum reviews in LYN. But unfortunately, this device is not widely available (except for KL folks, you’re just lucky). I had been to several shops probing for this device but all giving their own nana story, either they give you this blank stare or telling you it’s not officially releases in M’sia. Due to that, I had waited for two months before I really lays my hand on this device; the Nokia N900. That’s also through a dealer who travels all the way from KL. Finally…

Let me get this straight, if you’re going to seek for professional review, go somewhere else, I’m not near professional neither in phone nor review. But if you’re looking for a plain review by a simple guy, welcome to my blog. Nokia didn’t pay me for this (and Nokia should) hence I’m going to write whatever I feel about this phone without bias.

Nokia N900, it’s not appropriate to refer it as just a phone; it’s more like a tablet that have GSM function embedded in it. Basically it gives us the ease to net surfing as well as the freedom to call, unlike the older version tablets.

Nokia N900 comes in a plain black stylish mysterious box. There aren’t much information we can get from the box, except for IMEI and a little silver writing here and there. Upon opening, there is of course the device itself; N900, TV-out, an USB cable, a cleaning cloth (you’ll need it since N900 is a fingerprint magnet), a manual and a pretty standard earphone. The earphone do surprise me, it’s comparable with those from Ipod. A pretty impressive box overall.

Let’s turn our focus to the device. It’s running on Maemo 5 OS which Nokia decided to abandon after their successor Meego is out. You must be thinking, why buying a phone…erh… or a tablet that Nokia planning to abandon. However there’s no official news that Nokia will 100% abandon the Maemo but if it’s not 100%, it’s going to be 90%. Maybe just some minor update like a few kbs update files, you know, just to carry out their ‘responsibility’ and keep the rest of Nokia tablet users mouth shut.

That’s true but I still wanting to buy this phone despite all the fuss and trouble, that’s insane not? Because of what this tablet is capable to, I just can’t let my hand go off this phone. Aside from the price of course, I got to admit, the price drops like crazy within a year and maybe more in 2011 (after the release of N8 and N9). Even so every time I compare N900 to other phone *cough* Iphone4 *cough*, “Screw you! IP4!” just pop up in my head. Of course, we can’t compare these two phones since it’s like comparing durian (N900 is a tablet) with apple (IP4 is a ipod-phone) but in this case, I really can’t help but to say durian smashed apple real bad. One thing that really hook my attention is the freedom to customize N900, apparently Nokia doesn’t want to know what you want to do with your phone once they sold their phone to you; throw it, smack it, brick it, eat it and Nokia just stand there watching. “Up to you” they said. Unlike the apple, they’re controlling and want to know everything you did with your phone. For Nelson Mandela’s sake, IP need to be jail broken before you can use certain apps, which I don’t quite understand; you paid for that phone already don’t you? But Steve is making like “No,no,no we just rent you the phone” (This is the last time I compare, I swear).

N900 is armed with only ARM Cortex A8 600 MHz with PowerVR SGX530 graphics, but good news is it can be Over Clocks; some LYN forumer claimed it run smoothly even at 900 MHz. That’s near 1 GHz not? Of course, greater speed means greater burden and eventually shorter lifespan. But still it’s an extra not? Let’s keep it short, N900 has what a standard phone can offer: 3G, WLAN, GPS, 5MP Camera and FM Receiver (and Transmitter as well) and so on. The only down side are the GPS and the Camera. Outwardly Garmin is not supported by Maemo, but there’s an alternative to that Sygric Map. The software is good, just necessary to compare with Garmin. The M’sia map on the other hand is long outdated nevertheless. The 5.0 Mega Pixels camera is not something to brag of, face it! Nokia is not a regular camera producer. Yes it comes with Carl Zeiss Optic, Dual Flash and Auto Focus, but the photo quality is still far from Sony Ericsson. But the good news is the community is there, with something called the Fcam (short for Frankencamera), it unleashed the real power of N900 5MP camera. Through Fcam we were able to play with focus, shutter speed and exposure time, like a real DSLR camera did. Of course it’s not as good as DSLR camera but we’re still able to feel the excitement of playing with a mini DSLR. The only problem is the widescreen photo ratio is a bit weird for me; it just out, totally out.


Above is an example of a humble Fcam shot. There are still bunches more of apps that I never try on (I'm still exploring).

About the design, I have nothing to comment. It’s not all over the hype but it’s not that bad. The device is bulky itself but I don’t really mind since it comes with a slide out QWERTY keyboard. The weight is nothing but a dumbbell (180g phone is already a dumbbell for girls), but who care if you’re carrying a device with the capability of a netbook but with one tenth its weight.

One strange thing about the slide out keyboard is it can’t be fully open. I think it’s to overcome previous Nokia slide phone ribbon problem. The sliding mechanism is just alright, Nokia should have added a kick to it; lubricant perhaps? The three rows QWERTY keyboard seems to amuse me, looking at the arrangement make me wonder why not Nokia open up an inches wider just to insert another row of keyboard. Nonetheless after using it for week, strangely but surely, the keyboard just fits the place and at certain point; it’s pretty convenient once you used to it. Oh I forgot, N900 still using resistive screen instead of capacitive screen which are used extensively in the latest phone industries. Amazingly, N900’s resistive screen works just well as other capacitive screen. The good part of resistive screen is we can buy cheaper stylus or use any pointy material as an alternative. It also had a kick-stand on the back of the device, sadly it only work for landscape viewing.

The audio is good, despite some forumer claimed that their speaker is a crap. In my opinion, it work just fine; at least it beat Nokia X6 flat. The reception is never a problem unlike … (too bad I just swear not to compare again). The net surfing experience is a must to emphasize, MicroB is almost next to nothing, it make all other phone net browser like a joke that doesn’t sound funny. Almost like a 3.5 inches netbook. One thing that seem odd to me is the infrared transmitter. To be able to spot an infrared transmitter in nowadays phone is rare, but it’s an extra; at least I can use it as a TV controller via infrared like old days good Nokia 6600.

Despite me only used N900 for a week and still counting, but I already done my research a few months earlier. If that also can’t convince you, go get yourself a N900 and feel its power.

The bottom line is Nokia N900 is like a celebrity, with many hidden agendas, secret affairs, luscious scandal, scrumptious hangouts but still everyone like it. Its rumor to be a phone made only for geek, but to me it still serves me well.

For more information, do visit: http://forum.lowyat.net/topic/1546003

The Nokia N900 really stand out among all the others phone 80% thanks to the community. With endless effort, the community brings what’s once sound impossible to reality for instance, the Dual OS: Nitdroid and Maemo running on the same platform, sadly it’s still under development. This Dual OS really give Nokia and other Anroid phone manufacturer a big kick, it spoils market but to us the N900 users, it’s a blessing. I never believe there’s a phone…erh… or a tablet that tailor made for the users, in most agendas, it’s the otherwise until I met Nokia N900.

Lovin’ it to the max.

Twenty Fifth

I know that you cursed me, because I sneezed so much just now. I know you're mad at me for not replying your call. I know and I know how you wish to chop me on a chopping board right now.

"I'm sorry dear! My bad, sincere one this time"

But then again, I can explain, I didn't realize that my phone credit expired until the last minutes when I was going to text you; which is the midnight (of course). Nonetheless, that's not going to stop me, I ran to the nearest ATM machine, hopefully to reload via the ATM. But guess what, all transaction stops after twelve (of course again); I know it from the start but still I never gave up any hope. A few minutes later, I'm running like mad cow seeking for any reload booth near my hostel, but seriously, who still open at midnight?

Guess there's nothing I can do but to blog you this. I know you'll ask me to borrow a phone from my friends, but the things is who going to let you use his phone for an hour or two of sweet talks?

"Geez, men really are good at excuses and sweet talks, not? Terrible!"

Wait! Is that an advantage to us, men? Nothing to complain then. I was just trying to tell you this if I manage to reload and I didn't forget.

"HAPPY ANNIVERSARY DEAR! THANKS FOR ALL THESE YEARS"

I promise that I'll 'die die' reload tomorrow and compensate on what we missed out today. After all tomorrow is still twenty fifth of July. I promised and this time for real. I really hope that you read this first thing tomorrow (if possible before breakfast), if not I'll have to suffer for a while and explain all over again till lunch (but I'm not complaining).

FHM

Did you know we have our own Malaysia’s version of FHM?

Oh so you know?

Then I guess I’m the only one that is not aware of this. Freaking right! We have our own version of FHM for so long now. Darn it! I missed all the fun. Yet I’m still not too sure what’s wrong with our country censor board but somehow FHM managed to sneak pass it. It’s the best men's magazine in town, of course next to Playboy and Maxim; nevertheless it’s a delight to know that we have our own version now.

That day, precisely three days ago, I was in some magazine booth trying to grab some reading materials; mostly comics and maybe once in a blue moon newspaper. It is a booth, so it is small; with no luck of getting anything, I browse through the magazine randomly and WHOA! I come across some sexy lady cover. At that point, I don’t know what to do, I had to come clean here; I was panic to see such magazine. My left brain keep telling me to flip the magazine “Flip it! Flip it you bastard!”, but my right brain warn me “Don’t! You moron might get us killed! It could be the shopkeeper’s secret collection”.

What? It’s normal to panic okay, to own such magazine in our country is equivalent to smuggle pigs across border or to mate an elephant with Chihuahua.

With all the guts left, I flipped the magazine and surprisingly it's a legal read (I flip it because of my scientific curiosity and not because of the sexy ladies, get me right okay!). It even comes with a price tag and guess what: it’s FHM. ”OMG! *grasp* IT’S FHM! *grasp*” I heard so much about FHM from my cousin till I can spell it even in my dream, but that guy is so desperate he even subscribed it directly from UK, that’s 6 times Ringgit Malaysia, man. But since now we have our own version, it won’t cost so much.


I calmed down.

I bought it.

And I should have seen it coming.

Malaysia’s FHM is all about interviews, gadgets, fashions and girls with clothes on. HALAL to the max. KNS!

World Cup in Mamak

The word ‘mamak’ first came to me when I was in the primary school, thanks to my buddy, Syed. He is an Indian-Muslim, by and large the Indian-Muslim is more known as ‘mamak’ by the local. Since then, I have been calling him ‘mamak’ instead of his real name (if that pissed you off, blame it to the local). The most significant change mamak brought to the country is none other than their roti canai; food made from water and flour, beaten and toasted on a hot surface. The mamak then taken their roti into another level, it undergo countless evolution after evolution, modification after modification and now you’ll be surprise how many choice there are in their menu. When you talk about mamak now, the first thing that came to our mind is their multi-branched restaurant; a place to eat, chat and brag.

You got to admit that the mamak really have brain, they opt for cheap labor: Bangala instead of the local, they installed Astro, they buy big screen television, they run as late as 7-11, they sell purely halal foods, they put a wifi sign but off it during peak hour, they raise the price of ‘teh tarik’ when only flour price raised, they ask their waiters to give you a dead stare when you not ordering anything from their menu, they put ridiculous name for their food: Roti KL Tower for instance, they put chairs and tables at the pedestrian road illegally, they sell candy bar and goodies at their counter for extra income. How can they not be rich?

Now World Cup is just around the corner, there’s no reason why mamak not taking this opportunity? In fact, they had already blocked the whole road just for their tables and chairs: illegally that is. How can they not be rich?

Everyone knows what it feels like watching World Cup at home; it’s just like watching TV at home right? But, not everyone knows the thrill of watching World Cup at mamak; to be honest, it’s exactly like barbarian watching a frenzied wild boars fight. Despite this, I’m still going to blog this even at this midst of chaos.

Yesterday, it was the England-Germany game and everyone was so spirited before the match. I’m of course on the English side and even predicted that it’s going to be a two-nil match. I reached the mamak stall nearby fifteen minutes before the game, and guess what? It was already full house. But my strong will keep me stay there despite raining; thank god it was only cats and dogs rain. In this midst of chaos, you have to be cautious who you support and where the supporters are. Nonetheless, all that only show when the first goal is scored. When the first goal is scored, observes clearly who’s the one cheering and who’s the one cursing. Then pick a side to either cheer or curse at that time. But of course, don’t cheer on the cursing side and vice versa.

Tired of the commentator? Bored with their ‘ah-mou’ slang? Never worry, at mamak you won’t be able to listen to the commentator all the times; in fact mamak have their own group of commentators-wannabe. I was near the gamblers group yesterday. Well before the match start, it was all about ‘eat ball’, ‘let ball’ and ‘buy which side’. But once Klouse scored their first goal; it’s all about ‘his mother’, ‘your mother’ and ‘F which side’. But the funniest line of the night which I actually laugh it out loud is “Rooney kaw gay kah? So sissy geh”

The atmosphere at the mamak for the whole night is terrible. Germany supporters provoking the England fans, the fans banging their table after each goal, motorcyclist parked their bike almost everywhere, people honed their car after each goal and it was pure chaos. If not because of the World Cup yesterday, the police would have misunderstood it as a riot. It was awful. Nonetheless I do enjoy watching the game till the end, although many of the England supporters leave when Muller scored his third goal for Germany. I was shouting, cheering and cursing all the time despite the rain and I have to stand throughout the whole game (Duh! That’s what full house supposes to be). Eventually I lose my conscience and the barbaric side of me had taken control over my body. The game ended with the German triumph over the English: four-one. Luckily there was no fight and everyone leave peacefully.

Overall I enjoy the night: You can have your ‘teh tarik’, your own commentator and your ‘roti canai’ with you; what more can you expect, even the audience in the stadium can’t enjoy such a luxury.

But back to my conscious, since when I’m a football fans? I guess with that kind of atmosphere, you couldn’t not to be a fan. I guess this is the end for England in World Cup 2010; “Goodbye Three Lions”

About Many Random Things

People do ask, in fact I think most of you already know; the counter in my blog remain at this figure for months. Pathetically yes I’m losing a lot of readers for the reason of few and far between my blog updates. Sincere apologies for that and I’m trying hard to put thing back on line. Things just getting in my way whenever I feel like blogging; internship, laptop not working *cough* World Cup *cough* and etcetera. I know an excuse at this time seems out of place, but hey that’s the fact. It’s not like I’m getting paid for blogging except that twenty dollars from Nuffnang. Nonetheless don’t get me wrong, I’m just saying that sometimes we need to give priority for other more important thing *cough* World Cup *cough* before blogging. And don’t get me wrong again, I’ll blog whenever I got the chance; willingly.

People do ask; if this is the case, why not closing your blog and that guy get a nice wallop from me. Let me get this straight, there are many type of blogger mainly the business type and well…the not so business type. Unfortunately I’m in the class of not so business type blogger, but I don’t mind if my blog able to generate healthy profits. Basically, I blog for fun; it’s not about the grammar and it’s definitely not about politics (clarification: I’m a patriot, jangan tangkap saya).

I blog for fun; for me to have fun and hopefully the readers as well. Nevertheless I don’t mind getting a little fame from it; getting a positive greeting or comment from stranger is one of it. “Hey mellymonkeys, going library?” from the person who I totally don’t know; that’s a plus, not? But as I told my readers and even my friends; what happen in blog, remain in blog.

I don’t like people bringing up my blog in my reality life. I can talk about almost everything in blog but when it comes to real life, I hope I can retain some of it as my privacy. To be fair, this applies to all including best friends. It is okay with me if you are having fun reading my blog but when it’s face to face; forget it.

If someone told you MLMB is all about grammar and English; it’s a joke. It was never about grammar or English in MLMB. Frankly speaking, I’m not even sure whether I got my spelling right sometimes. If you’re trying to learn or improve your English, never, I repeat never use my blog as a reference. Well, anyone would be aware of that at their first glance but just to be sure, don’t use any of my blog materials whether are the format, language, style or grammar in your essay. If you wrote that in your MUET exam, prepare to retake. To be real honest, I just write what came to my mind; freestyle-ly. In fact, I restricted both my brothers to not follow my blog writing style, but if you still want to give it a try; go ahead.

A few weeks ago, there’s this girl who comment about my blog. She said it’s too long. I have no comment for that, but I thought blog should be long. If you’re looking for a short blog aka shout out, you can always find that in Twitter and Facebook, not? I guess she has a wrong definition for blog. Few days later, another girl told me she’s fed up logging to my blog and finds no updates. She suggests I have a fixed day to update my blog like what Japanese manga did. Well, the only different between me and those manga writers is they get paid while I don’t. I mean I love to blog as a profession, but heck with my current rojak writing skills and uncommitted blog updating attitude; I’ll be unemployed in no time. And last week, when I’m out meeting my senior; she asked me to summarize out my blog to her as she has no time to read my blog recently. She was like “What going on recently in your blog? Let's summarize and break it down in 50 words. Come on 50 words”. That’s another wrong definition girl. If you want a summarize blog, go Twitter for god sake.

If it’s too long for you, Fine! I’ll do a shorter version but then I’m sure there’s this girl complaining again “So short no Ummph la”. Girls!

Time Machine

Have you ever thought back of silly mistake you did; minor silly little mistake that affect your whole life? I wouldn’t know for sure what will lies ahead of me, but no doubt I still clearly remember what I have done in the past; every little single of it. I don’t deny that I made mistake, in fact everyone did; human is not that perfect after all.

Humans tend to make wrong decision every day, whether is choosing their soup of the day, health insurance or even life partner. Some tends to repeat their mistake, some tends to fix their mistake right after that and some may just let it be. “Let it be is the coolest way to deal with problem” that’s how naïve I was back then. But let’s go back to reality, you left your biggest unsolved problem hanging there for years; yes for years, and you don’t think people will take advantage of this unsolved problem? Well, back then I didn’t give a darn about it for the reason that’s the coolest way to deal with problem, not? But reality is a reality, this unsolved problem somewhat somehow grew larger and larger; thanks to those who constantly giving their piece of their mind. Eventually this unsolved problem became a plateau and stay there.

Years later, when I brought back this unsolved problem out and guess what? It didn’t explode. The reason I’m bringing this unsolved problem out not with the hope of forgiveness, but for the reason to put an end to it. I’m prepared for the worst; explosion and I’m ready for it. But guess what again? This unsolved problem has reached its plateau years ago and basically people just treat it as things-happened. When things happened, it just happened and stays there forever; basically there’s no ending to it. Naively I still thought I can end this.

The people who once close to you become those who hate you or to be exact, treat you invisible. The people who once your enemy has a new friend; eh…basically I have a new enemy, thank you. Frankly speaking, I don’t mind to have an extra hater. I already had a few dozens of them. But the sour face is still there, not because you hate me but for the reason why you hate me.

It make me in awe sometime, a real minor problem just like choosing the soup of the day caused everything to be the other way round. Does it really worth? I myself know it’s not my fault, clearly not my fault but if I willing to tolerate or maybe treat that this never happen before, maybe everything will be better.

Honestly, I don’t look at myself as a good guy. Everyone knows good guy extinct thousand years ago together with T-Rex. I guess god doesn’t make this kind of guy anymore maybe because he is fed up seeing his good creation die in the hand of bad guy so many freaking times. Face it, we all did bad thing; the only different between me and you is I did too many bad things. I have to admit, compare to the entire bad thing I did, this is like a kindergarten level bad thing yet it make everything so different now.

Today when I look at their shout out, honestly somewhere in my heart I felt left out. If I had a chance to amend this once again, I’ll pull this problem out of everyone heart before it reaches the plateau. Maybe we’re still friend now. So people, don’t leave your problem hanging around; trust me, even a small problem if left unsolved, it could ruin the whole kingdom. (Yet there’s always an exception, you-know-who)