Summary of days in Hong Kong

Hello fellow wonderful, lovely, talented readers wtf. Sorry for the absence. After rushing through my work and one week trip plus few more days of nothingness, here I am back again! Yes, I do have a life outside blogging (ignore the word nothingness there fml)!

Of course right now, I got my mojo back! Err, sort of. Okay, I got it back now! So let it begin before it escapes me again (because imma post lots of pictures muahahahahaha wtf).

Let me just first talk a little bit about my trip in Hong Kong before I bombard you with pictures.

Firstly, a myth will be debunk. The people in Hong Kong are not as rude as I thought they would be. Sure they seem to be rushing to places all the time but not as rude as I heard. Of course there is this one case when I have to slowdown to look around and then suddenly one sweaty chef shouted "Hang Hoi!!" (Move aside!!) at me wtf. It was 10 degrees and he is actually sweaty with singlet on. That must be some kind of hell's kitchen.

Secondly, is the space there. What space? There is barely none!! All you get to see are high rise buildings. If you think KL is a concrete jungle, wait until you see THE concrete jungle. But, below all those concrete jungle is another story. There are lots and lots of small stores. And the food there is cheap! So go up high for class and go way down for... grass? Sorry, can't rhyme it wtf.

Finally is their MTR. Until now I have no idea what it means and I am too lazy to Google it so I shall call it Most Terrer Railway. Our LRT really kalah teruk (lose badly) to the MTR. I think it takes two or three of our trams to match one tram in MTR. And yes, while reading this, you might pronounce MTR as MRT in Singapore. I know I did. #guilty

Finally finally (Yes, just let me add one more). In the MTR, it is like war. Seriously. If you think that you manage to be first in line, just wait and see. When the MTR arrives, out of nowhere, you will be the last in line. Their cutting line technique is lvl87 compare to our mere lvl32 wtf.

Okay, as promised, here are the pictures:

Day One: The Peak (literally)


Don't worry, no suicidal thoughts here.

Bush said show me the money.

Day Two: I forgot wtf


My shot for the night lights there.

Hallelujah! OK, I have no idea what they sang


Santa, you lost some weight. Must be the 2D effect wtf

Day Three: Disney... wait for it.. Land!

After all this work is sexy time at night wtf

The castle you see in every Disney movie, minus the people

Snow White looked high on drugs. Seriously.

Stitch was just too tall

Day Four: Museum for free! (and getting lost)[and Mong Kok]

Look at the structure of the sign.. It is so.. Who am I kidding, it is just an ordinary sign wtf

Because it is a barrel of FUN! whistle~

When you see it...

Hello market that beats our longest pasar malam.

Day Five: Wet wet at Ocean Park wtf

Entertaining dude and he speaks better Cantonese than me fml


Proof that we were in Ocean Park.

And yes, I sat the scariest roller coaster there. #victorybaby.jpg

Floating dude

Day 6: Stan Lee.. I mean Stanley Market

Again, proof

Hence, began our exploration and Indiana Jones I am not wtf

Oh, the irony

Did I mentioned 'summary' on the title? I meant 'sort-of-a-summary'. Kthxbye.

Calv out!

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Aloooo!!

Yes, this is yours truly! No, I haven't forgot about my blog!! Did my blog miss me? If my blog can talk, it will just say FUCK YOU to me wtf.

Anyway, the reason I am blogging at such ungodly hour is because I can't sleep. Nah, just kidding. I am on the way to KLIA!! Quick, ask me why!!! Since you ask so politely (I am so lonely that I assume people actually ask me fml) I am flying off to Hong Kong!!

Yeah man! I was rushing my work and hence the super less update for December. Let me think of a topic to blog about. Looking at my surroundings, I got nothing wtf.

Anywhere I should visit in HK? Alright, that's all for now. I am practically sleep blogging now wtf. Don't miss me (please miss me wtf).

Calv out!

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Horrible incident

Long and whining post ahead. If you have the time, please read it.

The short version is this: Colleague got robbed. Head got slashed. Report to police. Doctor don't want to treat because got medical report to fill. Police not helping in anyway. System is fuck up.



This is something horrible that happened a week ago. One of my colleague got robbed. That's not the worst part. He got slashed as well. Worst still, THAT is not the worst part. First, let me start with his story. He was walking to his car and got his head into the car when two idiots approached him.

The first guy tapped his shoulder. When my colleague looked back, his head got hit by the guy's machete (parang). He was bleeding but not profusely. The next guy kept on poking his stomach with a GUN. What you expect to happen? They took his stuff and ran off in a black car (not local car). My colleague went to office without realising that his head was bleeding. Talk about shock.

When I arrived at office and heard the whole story, I was of course shocked as well. I followed him to the police station to help him translate from English to BM. The police was nice at first asking him the usual. Where it happen and how it happen. Do he recognise the people and car plate.

The horrific part starts now. After that, we need to fill up the medical part of the form. So we went to the clinic. Apparently private clinics refuse to treat him citing the reason that only government clinic or General Hospital can fill in the report. So we thought fine.

We returned to the police hoping that they could help us. But no! They said that all this is out of their jurisdiction. So what if it is out of their jurisdiction? Haven't they heard of the term GOOD SAMARITAN? Just take him to the nearest government clinic or hospital. Simple as that! And they call themselves police. Guess what, they did nothing so I got fed up and left the place to head to the nearest government clinic.

Later, I drove my colleague over to a government clinic near Jalan Usahawan. Pusat Keluarga something. That freaking clinic, mind you, a GOVERNMENT CLINIC, refused to treat him as well. I was about to shout at them for not wanting to treat an injured 50 YEAR OLD MAN. All this just because there was a police report to fill. What? So scared of police? Don't know how to write is it? You talk and I write. Simple.

So with that, we left that stupid place and headed for the GH, Hospital KL. I know that we can drop people off at the emergency section but that place SEALED it off! Seriously. How am I to drop him there?

I have to continue driving inside the GH area following a freaking long jam. IN THE HOSPITAL. There was no parking, no one to help us and no one to guide us. What happened next is that the line that the worker's there formed lead us all the way OUT from the hospital. Way to go. Great job.

My colleague, had enough of it, said that he won't file the medical report and just proceeded with the normal police report. Returning to the police station, we have to continue to file the report with out any medical report in it. After typing it out, we left the police station. He had to go back to office to WIPE the dried blood off his head. Can you IMAGINE if he was seriously injured. Thank everything else that he was alright.

Did I mention that while the policeman was writing the report, he stopped every time to chat with his colleague? Plus, he answered his mobile phone chatting away. Is this the kind of treatment you give to a VICTIM? If that is human, I rather not be a human. Our system is fuck up.

We need to be able to file a report with medical report WITHOUT having government clinic or hospital to treat people. Any doctor will do. So let's take a moment and think. If they do, then what if the clinic refuses to do so as well? That's fuck up too! YOU ARE A DOCTOR. THINK FOR HEAVEN SAKE THE REASON YOU BECAME A DOCTOR. If it is for money, then get the fuck off to hell. Doctors had to take an oath to help people. What happened to that oath?

Seriously folks, our system is entirely fuck up if we need to go through so many procedures. The police won't lend a hand because it is out of their "jurisdiction" and doctors refuse to help because there is a medical report that needs to be filled.

Now you know why a lot of crimes happen.

Calv out.

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Quickie Jakarta for Samsung World Tour

Lucky me (seriously lucky, no joke) that I got to go to Jakarta, Indonesia for a Samsung event. Nah, I won't be touching on the event there. Work la, don't want to talk too much about it wtf.

Anyway, once we got there, we were rushed for a quick tour in the bus. So most of the pictures you see is mostly from inside the bus wtf.

Picture dump starting NOW:


This is our first stop. Some place like Sungei Wang but WAY bigger. This is the first time I had seen so many optical shops. Like the WHOLE row!!! It created like an optical illusion (pun intended wtf) as if a mirror is there. But thankfully couldn't see my reflection. Or my face will just splat over there wtf.


The Indonesia Monument. That's the closest we were able to go wtf.


You couldn't imagine my joy when I saw the beds. One for me and another one for me! My dream of sleeping horizontally came true wtf. Sadly, there is no time for rest fml.


The view from my room Shangri-la offered. Err, that's all wtf.


Ritz Carlton's shopping area. Reminds me of JW Marriot in KL but much brighter wtf.


My attempt at not sucking with fine dining fail miserably.... T.T


The power of bamboo. Who needs steels? We should adopt this. Maybe Jackie Chan will come.


Just because I can.


Our last stop before heading to airport. That shrimp was looking at me like "I dare you to eat me!" and I did wtf.


Oh, that's the name of our last stop.

Err, that's about it. Not so bad right? I feel like a mix of food blogger blend with architecture photographer wtf.

Seriously, there was really no time for me to sit and observe people. If there was time, you'll get to see at least one crummy picture of myself. You know, vain pot attempt wtf.

Here's two things I learnt from the tour guide while I was in Jakarta.

Private own cars need to have at the very least three passengers. If not, the police can saman! Yea, they will fine you 300,000 Rupiah! So the driver's solution is to pick up passengers along the way. There will be people standing on the road with their index finger pointing up showing them that they are available. Best part is, other than the free ride, they get PAID for siting in the car. From 25,000 Rupiah onwards. I could do that as a side income wtf.

Another thing was the fact that you can really see the divide between the poor and the rich. Just look at the houses and you'll know. It moves gradually from wooden houses to brick houses to high rise apartments. But according to our tour guide, even the poor can make money. They will normally stand around U-turn or traffic light asking for money. And in a day, they can earn 10,000 Rupiah. So in a year, their 'income' is 3,000,000 Rupiah. Not a lot but it is enough to survive.

Calv out

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Short update

No offense.... hahahaha

Nothing major here. Just a short update.

Recently, I have to say good bye to my column called "Should I really get it?" that talked about smartphone and tablet accessories from Bluetooth devices to backseat iPad holder. It was fun while it lasted but I decided to end it as thinking from a readers point of view, it is not that interesting FML.

Anyway, there will be a new corner called "What's in your bag?" and again it is lead by yours truly. This time, instead of devices I will be focusing on people. And if by now you still don't know what this corner is about, go to the toilet and dunk your head in the toilet bowl wtf.

Anyway, if you are out of the toilet already, the column will be about the things in people's bag. Yes, I will be your personal space invader.


Get it? Get it? Personal "space invader" wtf

Of course I will be looking for your gadgets first instead of the condom or make up kit in your bag wtf.

So look out people, if this stranger suddenly approach you, please don't run away. YOU are source of my story, YOU will appear in the magazine not me (I-wish-I-have-my-5-minutes-of-fame wtf).

Nah, here's a draft of your page wtf:


Aren't you glad I am not the one designing the mag wtf.

See, such a big spread for you!!! Woah!!!

Please support my column (blinding you with white sparkly shiny teeth wtf)

Calv out.

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Goodbye CBOX

This has been a thing that plagues me when I started to blog again. Zombies wtf no! Here's the damn thing, bloggers do have a thing called Chatbox. It is a wonderful creation as it reduce steps to comment on people's blog. I love it. I use. I want keep it here forever like the hairs on my head (Yes, I do fear that I will go botak wtf). Here's the sad thing, in a week time, I may remove it. Sorry all my loyal readers (if I have any wtf).

The reason (no, don't go Hoobastank on me) is very simple. Too many "noise." Noise as in "idiots." Idiots as in "losers." OK, OK, I know. This can go on forever. What I really meant was PEOPLE WHO WANTS TO DIE! As in SPAMMERS wtf.

Seeing so many people posting on my cbox made me feel great. Hey, I AM FAMOUS. Until I saw the links. Screw them for destroying my 15 seconds of *cough not really cough* fame. There goes all my self-confidence wtf. My lawyers are working to get RM1mil for me wtf.



The culprits are from two particular websites. First is BLOGOBO and the other is LEPAK.MY. No way am I linking them. Go Google them yourself. Yes, that is how much I dislike those sites (I don't link them back wtf). If I can benefit superior traffics from their visits, then it is fine. I will simply accept their spams.

Best part is the fact that they tried to hide it. Pretending that they are conversing with me like nothing happen. One of these days, I'll come to haunt you at night (look for the guy with a laser pointer wtf) - refer to P.P.S. Anyway just let me blow off some steam:



Firstly DO I LOOK LIKE I KNOW YOU? Yea, of course I do! Your name is "abg hero." A real life hero!!! OMG. And yes "Que," long time no see. When was it the last time we chat? I knew you 2,302,312,234,642 years ago, right? After being resurrected 54,125,235 times, we finally met again. Ah, "Elly," she is a beauty queen you know? All the way from INeverExistLand. She withdrew from Miss Universe because she is out of this universe! Geddit? Geddit? fml.

Secondly, my friends, when they visit my blog, will comment in the comment section. If not, those who posted on cbox, will at least mention what I wrote in my blog post. These spammers who comes from INeverExistLand will post stuffs like "Just make another visit" or "Like your blog, hope you like mine." Let me quote from my friend, Clement: "DO I LOOK LIKE I FUCKING CARE?"

Finally, the link. Usually, friends that comment on my cbox will not leave links or if they do, they will TYPE (OK, maybe copy paste wtf) their link! Don't you even bother giving me a shortened URL from bit.ly or adf.ly, or gofuckyourselfloving.ly. I will NEVER reply you. Seriously.

Well, that's all from me. Actually, I have no idea what to write about. So I ended up complaining again wtf. No, I am not an angry man in real life. I seem to take on a different personality online wtf. But this is a serious matter. It is even worst than your friend posting 1,000 pictures of themselves on Facebook!

Credit: to whoever drew this. Please, if you know the contributor, do inform me.

Calv out.

P.S. If you do know any benefits from receiving spams, you can tell me about it. Or at the very least, stop it from entering my cbox wtf.

P.P.S. I really do own a laser pointer thanks to Wei Lian. <3

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I got no sole

I would like to begin by bursting your bubble wtf. No, it is not the hey-I-sold-my-soul-to-the-Devil soul. It's more of a shoe's sole. Just in case you don't get my title wtf (cue sad music).



Seriously, it happened twice. Last year and this year. I bet it will soon be an annual thing since it's two years in a row. Oh what did I do to deserve this wtf. I bet you during my past life I was, a thief. Who steals shoes fml.

Alright, back to those incidents. First one was last year during marathon. Standard Charted KL Marathon 2010. Ahh... That fateful day. With sun shining, less than three hours of sleep and overtook by a girl (Wei Lian wtf). Good times. Good times. Oops, did I type that twice? Well, that's on purpose. Again, I got sidetracked wtf.

Imagine me running for the past hour and I saw the sign, 9km. Wow, one more kilometer and I will get my SOLID metal medal (no gold, sorry wtf). Of course that motivated me to continue running *cough-walking-cough* and run I did *cough-crawling-cough* wtf. In that instance, I can hear the crowd but no finish line in sight yet. So I ran/walk/crawl harder. Really, I did.


Something like that but more severe wtf

Out of nowhere, the sole of my shoe decided to fly open. It has a mouth people!!! The angle of the mouth open would put a crocodile/snake to shame. It can fit two and half Big Mac in it. Still I will keep on running. Duh, damn beh shiok right if I stop and quit when the end is near wtf. Beh shiok means "doesn't feel good" in Hokkien btw.

Proud to say, I reach the finishing line with one side of the shoe's sole flying off. So boys and girls, lesson here is: don't wear an old Bata shoe for marathon wtf.

Alright, the second incident would be more interesting if it happened on stage wtf. Seriously I kid you not. Don't worry, it did not happen during this year's Standard Charted KL Marathon. I used Bata shoes again wtf. Less than a year old wtf. (edited: to clarify, the Bata shoe again is for the marathon. I am not so loyal to Bata until I buy their leather shoes wtf)

What was suppose to happen that didn't happen!!!!!!

Anyway, this happened on 10th April 2011. Not quite recent but it is this year wtf. For HELP University College students, I bet you know what this date means. Convocation yo! Yay, the transition from a student to a jobless person wtf. During the event, of course we have to go up on stage, bow, shake hands, grab cert, pose, and go down. Wow, so many steps. You can thank me later future HELP UC graduates wtf.

During that time, nothing went wrong, phew. It was after the convocation when we are ready for food. As I was walking towards the restaurant, my LEATHER SHOE's sole came off!!!!! And you can imagine my family's reaction. PLUS my wonderful girlfriend, Wei Lian wtf. Of course the burst of laughters were there. And thanks to the swift action from my grandma, she managed to safe my sole wtf. I am sure she framed my sole up hanging it somewhere that I can't find it. I still can't wtf.

Err, yea, grandma before ordering the frame for it. Kidding!! Or am I? wtf

I know that all of you were hoping for it to happen on stage BUT thankfully it didn't. If it did, there goes all my future prospect jobs wtf. Imagine during interview:

Interviewer: Hey, aren't you the dude who left your sole on stage? HAHAHAHA.. That was hilarious!

Me: Err.. Yea..

Interviewer: I mean, c'mon, for it to happen DURING your convo!! Can you imagine the embarrassment?

Me: Hahaha........ Yea, so unexpected....

Interviewer: I know, how can you live with yourself!! OMG, I get to tell this to my colleagues too!

Me: *gives interviewer lots of paper cuts while stabbing his eye with his pen on his desk*

Warning, graphic picture, oops too late

See, that's why I can never get a job if that happens. Thank God, only my family will remember it as "the day Calvin's sole came off" instead of "the day Calvin graduated" fml.

OK, that's all. Kthxbye.

Calv out.

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Can Vs. May

This is just a very simple post.

The wrong way:
"Can I go to the toilet?"



Looked simple, right? Well then, here's what will happen if the world goes according to that statement:



The right way:
"May I go to the toilet?:



And there you go! Piss at last. (Geddit, geddit? Peace? Piss? wtf):


The simple rule here is that "Can" means the ability to do something while "May" means asking for permission. Plus, it is more polite using "May" to others.

Get it?



Yea baby! You can bow now wtf.

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Sundays' the real culprit

After clicking the Astro remote control for the infinite-th time, switching between channels, I had a premonition. My holiday is going to end. Tomorrow is my last day!

The worst part is the fact that I didn't do anything productive during my holiday. My laziness can rival a pig's! After watching so many Mythbuster's episode, what had I achieve (other than being able to boast about extra stuff wtf)? This is really bad.


What are you smiling at?

Worst yet, tomorrow is Sunday! I know Garfield hate Mondays but it's a misplaced hatred! Seriously! After thinking really hard (in the toilet wtf), I came up with several conclusions!

Number one:
A lazy Sunday means a storm is about to happen on Monday. There will be no preparation for it.

Number two:
Sunday is constantly teasing people that it is a day off when it meant the LAST break of the week.

Number three:
The culprit for Monday stress is Sunday. It made us too relax so that we falter on Monday!

Number four
The calender always mark itself red on Sundays just to rub it in. We know we got work tomorrow!! Don't need a reminder.

Well, that's all so far wtf.

What? You expected more? Well, it is just a new found enemy. Let me study its moves more. Remember to punch them on their face when they wish you "Happy Sunday." They deserve it wtf.


Remember the face of the enemy wtf.

And this has got nothing to do with Christianity! God rests on Sunday, I know. It's a good day. Don't burn/nail me on a cross. It's just a worker who needs to vent on something wtf.

Calv out.

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