Brad Stone, a New York Times reporter ousted Daniel Lyons, a senior editor at Forbes mag to be the author of Fake Steve Jobs[1], a blog that I have been enjoying for months prior to including the link on my sidebar.

The FSJ blog will continue to be updated, but it will be transferred to Forbes property or something or the other.

It just won’t be the same anymore; the sanctity of anonymity on Blogspot has been breached.

Don’t talk to me today. I am completely and utterly shattered, and am looking for puppies to kill[2].

[1] Story link here: http://blog.wired.com/gadgets/2007/08/spoiler-fake-st.html
[2] Don’t be silly. I only desecrate rabbits

Slept too much over the weekend. On Saturday evening, took mom to Mines to attend a Dharma talk by Ven Master Chin Kung, then watched The Simpsons Movie at the cinema next door while waiting for the talk to end. Spiderpig, spiderpig bwahahahaha!!!!!

Exiting Mines after the talk was a horror — imagine more than a thousand cars trying to go out at the same time! But it was ok.. mom really enjoyed the talk.

“So what did he talk about?” me asked.
“Filial piety…”

-_-”. Cute :P

I also watched 200 Pounds Beauty yesterday. The beginning and middle parts were really funny, but I thought the ending was too rushed and a bit blah. Still miles better than a lot of stuff made locally *coughs*. I think all local actors/actresses should be made to star in TV series before they could go over to the big screen. Some of my favourite local actors/actresses do not headline the movies, but most of the time they’d stand out, thanks to all the ‘Cerekarama’, which I’d consider damn good training.

But maybe this rule also applies. The G&G folks are doing a good job, the Datin Diaries not so much (except for Norkhiriah), the Senario stuff are only good for slapstick that does not equal good acting on the big screen. Hmmm…

Thankfully our music scene far supersedes our movie scene. Paul let me listen to some really good local songs yesterday (one was Estranged’s Itu Kamu), they were rather awesome.

I was telling Paul that it seems a bit of a waste that local music only caters to the Malaysian and Indonesian market. Big lah the market (considering Indonesia’s size but they have their own awesome singers and bands), but who else in the world speaks/ understands this language? I’m talking about (almost) everyday usage. In comparison, the Chinese market is much, much bigger than the Malay market and also more profitable (for the artists concerned).

But also good lah, at least saves us the embarrassment of unleashing mawisux to the world.

Another (selfish) reason I like Malay songs is, I like listening to something that no one else except my countrymen and women understands. Dunno, it’s like a secret handshake or something. Plus like Paul says, there are some stuff in BM that just sound better. I have to agree. One of my favourite word is ‘sayang’, and I still can’t properly translate it to the exact sentiment of how we feel about that word. Takpe…

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This is me, taken with le Paul‘s new MacBook Pro… via the built-in webcam, that is.

I think it’s awesome :D

With the country’s 50th Merdeka Day approaching, we’ve been overloaded with news and articles of trips down memory lane, how terrible this country suffered, repetitious ‘keungkitan’ of May 13 and how grateful we all should be, you know the drill. I don’t feel anything leh. Does it make me less Malaysian? But I am not even excited over my own birthday anymore. What are you going to do on Merdeka? BTW it’s a Friday.

I think it was two years ago when a bunch of us ‘celebrated’ Merdeka Day at Rum Jungle. It was rather fun — at the stroke of midnight, there were cheers and stuff, and the DJ played Sudirman’s Tanggal 31 Ogos and the crowd went nuts and started singing along. If there ever is a definition of feeling like a Malaysian, that was it.

I think I’ll sleep in…

Okay, quick question before I end this post: How did you land your previous/ current job? Through referrals takpe lah, but I’m talking about recruitment agencies and platforms, like Jobstreet, TheStar etc. Which one do you think is more effective? Mind sharing ar? Kthx!

Two years ago today, a star was born.

Actually it was more like a tiny crying wrinkly thingy wrapped in a bundle…

Herro world!

It is still amazing that a 3.35kg baby can pop out of my sister’s belly. Anyway I’d spent a lot of time with Ryan, and it is difficult for me to say this because I still do not believe in divine power, but if blessed fits what I feel, then so be it.

One month old

I was the one who chose the name ‘Ryan’. I’d asked my sister if I could name the baby, and she said yes. I don’t know where the name ‘Ryan’ came from — sister was opposed to ‘Bryan’, but she agreed to ‘Ryan’. The reason I chose it was because I thought it was a nice sounding name, and at that time I didn’t think it was one of the popular names around. In fact, I don’t know anyone in real life named Ryan.

One step for mankind – first time Ryan holding his own milk bottle

Then later I found out that there was a whole bunch of babies and toddlers being named Ryan. My ex-housemate’s nephew, my ex-housemate’s newborn babe, the bright-eyed boy who used to be our neighbour, Stupe‘s baby…

Also found out later that ‘Ryan’ means ‘little king’. Uh.. what have I done…

Michelin Ryan at 6 months old

Despite all the crying that he is prone to, Ryan is actually quite a good kid (at this point of writing; shouldn’t be too sure about the future). It’d been quite interesting to see most of his ‘firsts’. My sister would gladly fill me in with what he has done, and would nudge him to do it again just so I could see it. His first time crawling, holding his own milk bottle, swaying to music, sloppily feeding himself, attempting to walk, walking, utter gibberish…

Ryan and auntie, March 2006

I’d been afraid that he wouldn’t like me. There might not be a reason not to like me, but you can’t be sure of how chemistry works. Thankfully he does like me, only when my mom is not around, that is…

See, the hierarchy goes this way: my mother, his mother, his two aunties.

Ryan at 8 months old fiddling with my laptop

Hari ini dalam Sejarah – 2006

Ever since I moved in with my sister, I’d been more involved with Ryan’s upbringing. Despite the period where he would cry or force himself to cry and wail non-stop, he’d basically been a breeze to look after. These days it’s even easier — just watch his favourite cartoons with him and he’d be contented. No, we try not to let him watch too much TV. Or take him out for a short ride, he loves that. Problem occurs when he doesn’t want to go home…

Ryan with his grandparents, CNY ’07

Ryan with his mama, should be sometime after CNY ’07

Oh well, he turns two today :D My parents are in town, probably going to go for dinner later. My sister bought a cake and made some jelly for him to share with the other kids at his play school, she also prepared some goodie bags filled with healthy and nutritious tit-bits that I told her the kids wouldn’t like, because it’s not fattening :P

Happy birthday, big boy!