In our life, how many times have we made a bad choice? I'm sure most of us have had a fair amount of cock-ups. Cock-ups seem inevitable to many of us. Or is it that some people choose to ignore it as a cock-up and just live with the choice made? Being regretful seems to be unanimous among most people. However, is this the way it should be? Why are there mistakes in life? To persevere and learn from it or to just stop at where you are and procrastinate?
I am, too many, as 'king of cock-ups', have had my fair share of bad luck and lousy decision making. Be it at work or domesticated affairs, i am just bad with it! Honestly, i have been working on this. But it just seem to drift away from me everytime i get close to achievement. Or did i ever come close to achievement? Maybe i lack perseverance. Maybe i should just put aside my ego and put my head down. Maybe i shouldn't be so critical about most things happening around me. But really, i am working on it and for people around me who expect a lot from me, i can only tell you this, 'I will try my best though my best may not be the best you expect'.
Please also remember that, silence from me doesn't mean i'm guilty of something. Or so, i shall say, that i have made my choice and i shall push on with it and make something out of it. Lets hope i do not falter.

Its freaking 4.30am in Stockholm now. Nothing fucks with you more after fighting jet lag and getting to sleep and somebody calls you and wake you up. My first night in Stockholm and i'm feeling really lonely now. Hu hu... Was in Paris yesterday and what an experience it was. Just too bad that i wasn't with my love one. It was bloody romantic walking down the streets. The withered trees on the sidewalk by those anciently beautiful architectures, and you are alone, made it worse. I will post some pics that i took with my pathetic Razr cam. Forgot bout my camera and i had to make do with my phone.
Yesterday when i was at Charles De Gaulle Airport, Paris waiting to board my flight to Stockholm, the security alarm ranged. I was just checking this French chick up when i saw with the side of my eyes, a bloody big batalion of soldiers armed with French made rifles marched towards me. One of them headed towards me and pulled me to the side. I panicked like when your mum caught you red-handed jerking off in the room. I thought to myself, 'Are they gonna pull me in because i'm a Malaysian?'. Then he took my bags and body checked me. Apparently there was a tip off on some terrorists attack. SO THEY HAD TO CONDUCT CHECKS ON DUBIOUS LOOKING CHARACTERS. Fuck, i felt so offended that i wanted to tickle this 'macho' soldier in specs. Anyway, the flight was delayed an hour and a half. The whole 2 hours flight to Stockholm, i was feeling uneasy and fidgety, imagining the soldiers did not check the plane thoroughly and the bomb was still planted in the plane. Its not funny thinking that the plane may explode in mid-air.
Ok i guess i better hit the bed again. Hopefully, i can fall back into sleep again.
See you guys!

Mates, sorry for the long lay-off. Happy Chinese New Year to all, i know i've been very late with my wishes. But, better late than never right? So, whats Chinese New Year to Chinese who celebrates it? Its a time when families get together, have sumptuous meals, lotsa red packets (ang pows), gambling and yummy delicacies. I use to look forward to Chinese New year so much as a kid. Now, to me it is just another holiday. I mean, i still have my superstitions, like not sweeping the floor on the first day of CNY(sweeping wealth away).

This year, CNY was a little different though. Was in Melbourne for a short holiday with my family. Apart from the first 3 days of CNY, my New Year was spent in Melbourne. Collections of 'ang pow', needless to say, reduced significantly. Sigh....

I wrote a postcard to Santa. I hope he receives it. Please........

good to be back....

This is my fave 'window'. That chick there is a prostitute. There are hundreds of similar 'windows' on the same street.






Hello people! I'm back after a two months hiatus from the blogsphere. Been really busy with work recently. I know some of you out there must be thinking and doubting. Hahahahah.... yes i am really busy and when i do have my free time, i sleep or meet up with my babe.

So what have i been up to? I went to Stockholm and Amsterdam(that's really interesting) for work. However i still had time to snap some pictures. So will upload those as well. Went to Penang for work again(was there thrice during this two months). Good news, my cousin Kevin is getting married this weekend. So thats kinda interesting and exciting as well. Not to mention that i'm his best man who almost did not help at all with his preparations. He understands.... hahhahaha.

Another exciting prospect is....... I'm gonna quit the ciggy by 1st January 2006. I know... i know... i've said this too many times, but lets just hope this time it turns out good.
One question however, will i still enjoy hanging out at coffee joints when i'm smokeless?
What will i do when i'm bored and do not have my ciggy box with me?
Technically, a ciggy box is like a companion to smokers. We do many things with the box.

- The box is for us to juggle and flip about when we sit down while waiting for coffee.
- The box is used as an example of a landmark or a vehicle when giving road directions.
- The box is usually seen in the market and hawker stalls as a shoulder pad.
- The box when u sit it vertical on the bar and a chick comes and push it down with her fingers means u r a lucky bastard.(i've had one such encounter, she came, flicked the box and said,"Oi, wat you doing at the bar alone?")
- The box is a good object to release anger and frustration. Isn't it better to slam the box than to slam the mobile or anything more valuable in anger?

Sigh... the box, my friend... my trusted one!

Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to ronek.blogspot ! One year of blogging.... hopefully many more years of blogging to come. That is if i don't get bored of this shit! Cheers.... blog addicts!

Why the hell are things so expensive these days? You know, when I was a boy, everything was cheaper. I guess everything was cheaper because it was shittier. Like old 80s toys. How shit were they? $20 for a plastic action figure that can't do anything and whose battle axe you lose in your backyard on the first day of playing with him? I think not, Mattel. Now you pay $50, but you get a real laser gun that actually cuts through 1 cm of human flesh. And what about clothes? I guess they must have been *really* cheap in the 70s and 80s.

One thing the 80s did good? Cartoons. Where the fuck have all those awesome cartoons gone these days? What ever happened to plain old vanilla Astro Boy? Or Transformers? How about some Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles? Damn, I'll even settle for Samurai Pizza Cats on a decent time slot. I pity the children of today who grow up watching shit like that. How can one expect to get an education from cartoons that lead you to believe small furry animals come out of little balls and fight each other? Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go into the sewer to hunt for the Technodrome from Dimension X.

This is me and my love. No further elaboration about her. All in all, she's a very nice gal. I'm happy and thats all i care about.