The new year has cometh and like all other sane beings on this world, I have decided to list down my top 10 2009 resolutions. Here goes:

10 ) Become a ninja

Yes. I’m not kidding. I want to wear those cool black uniforms and masks and jump around screaming like a mad monkey while throwing shurikens, kuneis and banana bombs at people and then disappearing in a smoke bomb. That would be UBER cool.

9 ) Bungee jump

I’ve heard of how people died in bungee jumps and I want to prove the world wrong. Well at least this would come after I’ve become a ninja…

8 ) Buy a turbo car

To be specific, a brand new Ah-Bengized Kancil with a turbine made of powerful CPU casing fans. That would totally blow all the supercars off the road!

7 ) Beat my old record in the dump

My old record is 6″. This time I need to eat more fibre and try for a massive 7″ monster.

6 ) Eat less McDonalds

It’s unhealthy! That’s why I need to convert to other fast food. Like KFC or something.

5 ) Do the via ferrata in Mt. KK

It’s the toughest climb ever in this part of the world and I want to try it. Again, my ninja training would proof useful here, and my conversion to other fast food might be a huge boost to my stamina.

4 ) Get a prettier girlfriend (AKA wallpaper in human terms)

Angelina Jolie’s really hot but I think I need something more Asian. Sonija Kwok maybe, if I can find her wallpaper. I mean girlfriend.

3 ) Do charity

As a ninja, I’ll be able to steal lots of money from gangsters to finance my own charity fund. Then I’ll donate to all Ninjutsu schools around the country to train more ninjas.

2 ) Organize a secret society

The requirements would be high: you need to have sub-50 IQ and know how to make banana bombs. The latter requirement is of utmost importance.

1 ) Become the REAL batman

That’s right. Once I complete all 2-10 goals, I would have everything Batman has. And more – I have banana bombs. That’ll show the world!

Man I just can’t wait! Check out these cool designs for the coming Feb!

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18 by ME!!!

I made the right decision.

Johnnie Walker Swing is the best blended scotch I’ve tasted so far, reigning high over the crappy rest like the Black Labels, Chivas (12 and 18 years), Jack Daniels and the awful VAT 69. Heck, I even think it’s better than the Gold Label but that might be my bias speaking.

From the moment I smelled the whiskey I knew it was good stuff. There was no “bite” in the smell – rather, a mixture of honey and oak was what I got and the strength of it was strong but not that overwhelmingly so.

I took a sip, and by the invisible pink unicorn, I was surprised that it went down so smoothly! The taste was pristine – the usual you get from top quality whiskey at a fraction of the price. At RM144, it was a great bargain.

I’m definately a Johnnie Walker fan from now on.

I don’t suppose I believe in Karma. I refuse to submit to the notion that there is an unseen system in the cosmic that judges our actions, and decides the course of our “next lives”. While I do not believe in a cosmic karma system, mainly due to my disbelief of life-after-death, I do believe in instant karma.

Instant in the sense that it happens in this lifetime.

I’ve been through rough seas when it comes to relationships, and it is from here that I receive my very first taste of what karma feels like. I had a girl who loved me more than anything, and I literally ran away from her because I didn’t understood what it means to sacrifice and give at that time. And immediately in my next relationship, I plunge into the same thing – only this time the roles are reversed.

And that wasn’t the only occurence. I had a girl who secretly loved me all along and I broke her heart unknowingly when I got into a relationship with somebody else. I didn’t knew the extent of the damage until I heard that she was so badly burned that she couldn’t work the following day and spent the most of her day wallowing in sorrow. The tears that she felt tore on me because in hindsight, I couldn’t believe I didn’t see all the signs and betrayed her sacrifices. It cost me a dear friend that had been a crucial one that got me through my heartbroken days.

As expected, karma turned around and bit me again. This time it was one of the most important people in my life, whom without I wouldn’t have survived through the rough seas

And like how karma works, it was a role reversal.

I’m crippled when it comes to making big commitments in life. I tend to run away from such things, finding all sorts of reasons that the relationship won’t work. With her, it was the usual. I wasn’t ready. I was raw from a messy breakup and couldn’t emotionally take another one. I lost the passion for love and I felt I wasn’t ready for her. And I felt that I wasn’t financially capable yet (a valuable lesson learnt from my previous relationship) to sustain a meaningful relationship.

All these worries however, didn’t soften the blow when the window of opportunity finally closed down on me. I didn’t know if it was a juvenile stubborness that was giving birth to my grieve but I do know that I had to do the usual to calm my shaken spirit.

A drive down a long highway and a glass of whiskey in my hand, slowly sipping it through the night.

On the brighter side, at least I have atoned for my past sins.

And the whiskey is fucking good.

These are the songs that I need to burn into a CD to play in my car:

Dance

1. Yeah – Usher
2. Circus – Britney Spears
3. Fantasy Girl – Caprice
4. Geek in the pink – Jason Mraz
5. London Bridge – Fergie
6. 4 minutes (extended version) – Justin Timberlake & Madonna
7. Low – Flo Rider
8. Straight Up – Paula Abdul

Sentimental

1. I’m good – Tony Laf
2. Running away – Midnight Hour
3. Unwell – Matchbox 20
4. Drops of Jupiter – Train
5. Always be my baby – David Cook
6. I Believe – Union of Souls

Just attended our office warming party in Bangsar yesterday. All I can say is, the deco is wonderful. The ID guys from PDI really did a number of that place… and it’s only 80% complete! I can’t take a lot of photos of the interior yesterday because my phone sucks in night shots, but once we get our own DSLR we’d be chuggin away more shots of the office.

Night shot of the office. Majestic eh? More pics after the jump.

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It’s OUT!!! Finally!!! Stock on hand! All systems go!

Genesis Culture, in case you don’t know, is a designer tee company owned by yours sincerely. After months of hard work (actually, I have only my partners to thank for it), we’ve finally pushed out our first stock, and it’s looking GOOD!

Here’re the pics. If you want one, drop me an email at soggie AT gmail DOT com. Just let me know the model number and the size. More info and pics after the jump!

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The. Most. Dissapointing. Episode. Ever.

Yes, I just said it. I have nothing but tears for it. Episode 13 of Heroes Season 3 sums up the horrible ride, where strange things happen with thick whiffs of cliche. So bad that you’d wish Sylar killed Claire and Hiro get turned into a apple pie. Read on for spoilers. Read the rest of this entry »

I think we should organize a drinking game when we watch Heroes. Everytime somebody says “Hero” you’ll have to chug one cup of beer.

It’s getting annoying that everybody keeps on saying “Hero” this and “Hero” that. To the point where it becomes lame.

But then… coming from a series that requires complete suspension of logic… that’s probably the whole point. To exceed the normal standards of lameness.

My dad just got back from the Novitiate programme in a Buddhist temple in Brickfields, which is basically a programme where you become a monk for 2 weeks under the guidance of real monks. Experience the monk’s lifestyle, or lack thereof, and attain enlightenment along the way. Okay, maybe not that dramatic, but my dad enjoyed it and here’s the pics to prove it.

You might think Buddhism has strange customs but I assure you, this one is really crazy. In the olden days, monks would walk the streets carrying a bowl and people would offer portions of food for them when they walk by. Some would even invite these monks into their houses for a full meal, in exchange for words of wisdom and blessings. It used to be a big thing in India, and it became an instituitioned ritual here in Malaysia. People actually came to the temple and lined up under the blazing sun to offer rice to the monks as a sign of respect. Maybe gathering good karma too.

The amount of rice is staggering. This is only one of the dozen pots used to dump the rice whenever a monk’s bowl gets full.

A fun day it was. And extremely tiring too. Maybe that’s why nobody’s smiling in this pic? Or is the no-smile-camera-face a genetic thingy? You decide.