speaking about hammers, i once did a car in with one. let's just say, a few bricks would have done a better, more dramatic job.

IF I HAD A HAMMER

If I had a hammer
I'd hammer in the morning
I'd hammer in the evening ... all over this land,
I'd hammer out danger
I'd hammer out a warning
I'd hammer out love between all of my brothers and my sisters
All over this land.

If I had a bell
I'd ring it in the morning
I'd ring it in the evening ... all over this land,
I'd ring out danger
I'd ring out a warning
I'd ring out love between all of my brothers and my sisters
All over this land.

If I had a song
I'd sing it in the morning
I'd sing it in the evening ... all over this world,
I'd sing out danger
I'd sing out a warning
I'd sing out love between all of my brothers and my sisters
All over this land.

If I've got a hammer
And I've got a bell
And I've got a song to sing ... all over this land,
It's a hammer of justice
It's a bell of freedom
It's a song about love between all of my brothers and my sisters
All over this land.

(Words and music by L. Hays and P. Seeger)

love the Trini Lopez version. used to have the cassette when i was much younger. my granny pinjam the tape and it was goodbye to it.

it's just such an optimistic happy song, isn't it?

damn goddam it i lost my last entry. no worries cos it was full of crap anyways.

the more i read about that rachael's party, the more i regret not having turned up. and i was just around the corner...

ah well i suppose i've got wilder things to do. like read my book and catch up on the movies. got this movie, Kandahar, which was turning out to be disastrously depressing, but the friggin CD was skipping. watta shame to the flow of the story.

day turned out okayyyy-lah. trick is to have a nice breakfast, i think. with some kopi and a fresh copy of The Star, nothing could be better. too bad there wasn't much coffeeshop gossip this morn...

i hate it cos i'm not feeling bitchy now. i'm gonna go out and be around people and i'd definitely be that way pretty easily.

g' nite.

i am going to start a Service Standards Consultancy and provide training services to the Malaysian service industry, which at this moment does not exist. we as malaysians have to learn, no, taught, that the CUSTOMER is usually right. usually, because there will always be idiotic assholes for customers. no denying that.

for example, i was just on the phone with my supplier and she was just beginning to irritate me with crap like,'are you our dealer?', to which i answered very curtly, YES. 'which company are you from' was answered at least 3 friggin' times in that short 3 minute conversation. lucky for her, i got transferred to the director before i had chance to blow up.

LESSON to be learnt: (ok this i give you for free)
always, if you are in a position to be picking up phone calls (irregardless of whether you are in the sales/customer service/support departments because you are dealing with your friggin paying customers, you pricks), do have a pen and paper to write down details. stuff like, who's calling, from which company, what they might want from you. it's quite easy closing a sale or having a satisfied caller. or, in this world of high technology, use your database available at your fingertips.

if not - DON'T FUCKING SIT BY THE PHONE AND DON'T PICK IT UP IF YOU'RE NOT INTERESTED IN HANDLING YOUR CALLERS, YOU SONS OF BITCHES OUT THERE. i've had enough of idiots who say stuff like, sorry i'm not in that dept, etc. don't pick up the damn business line then. let it ring and ring and ring cos i might as well not be talking to anyone. it's better to assume everyone's gone home for the day.

on a much happier note, i'm absolutely in love with Kazaa. i'm busy using it to get all sorts of hot phat bhangra tracks, spanish ones (trini lopez, swoon...; control machete-check them out on Cypress Hill's spanish album and also on the Amores Perros soundtrack), and all sorts of songs. phew wow. i love.

only one gripe - i can get hindi songs, i can find indonesian ones, i can get spanish tracks. but, malaysian songs? hardly lah. looks like copyright control works after all ; )

i'm getting people worried about my blog entries of late. koala - i'm fine lah, it was just that sometimes, things happen which question that which we take for granted. friendship bonds, family, etc. that sort, you know.

i'm questioning the concept of being Malaysian. ok lah its August and all so u think i'm jumping on the Merdeka bandwagon. yeah whatever. how many of us actually define us as Malaysians true and true? hardly. we're so fucking set in our M/C/I/DLL mindsets that the possibility of a one united Malaysia is hard to perceive at this given time.

what we all need to do is to just go procreate with each other. in a few generations, we're all be looking about the same, skin colour, features and all. that process began a long time ago and it has seemingly accelerated in our time.

why is there a need to reinforce all these stereotypes we have of each other all the time? why must we cement our mindsets even further down the narrow channel we lead our pathetic little lives? i'm totally fed up of how we're supposed to act and be a certain way if we're of a certain lineage. jeez. we're friggin' malaysians and i do not remember ever not being one.

so much to rally for, my fellow citizens. first, our ICs have got to stop stating rubbish like race or religion. all it need say is WARGANEGARA MALAYSIA. yeah baby that is so cool.

then, all the friggin forms that we fill on most days. WHY does it have a column to say M/C/I/DLL when our names state the obvious already without further hammering the stake into the stereotyping game? and the funniest is, the columns asking for birthdays when our IC numbers these days tell everything.

i am so pissed off with the level of racism we practice. i'm hanging out with my buddy Surin a lot, and he gets crap from people who won't hang out just cos he's not of a certain colour or creed. fuck, man, what does it matter when at the end of it all we're just the same human species, with the same feelings, emotions, fears, pains, and needs. food for worms. and, like i always say, a dick can't tell the difference between race and skin colour. conversely, neither can your pussy. so there.

phew. that was a bit direct, and rude, perhaps. but you so-called malaysians out there deserve it. all you idiots who just hang out with just your own kind, and thus depriving yourselves of some cultural enrichment and diversity. which just leads the way to more prejudice and insecurity and therefore into a downward spiral of your own friggin' doing.

got extra RAM for my PC! like greased lightning now.