Official trailers for all three The Godfather films.
First two were made in the seventies, the trailer art haven't really developed yet.
Part 3 was made in the nineties.
The trilogy can be summarize as the rise and fall of Michael Corleone, with a just but bitter end.
Masterpieces of all time...
The Godfather (1972)
The Godfather: Part II (1974)
The Godfather: Part III (1990)
Saturday, 27 September 2008
Video: Lenovo - ThinkPad - Grandma Proof
When people ask what business my company is doing?
Should I answer: Chopping board? Or Kitchen utility?
Should I answer: Chopping board? Or Kitchen utility?
Home Oriented Weekends
Ah~my dear weekend, you are here alas~
I can sleep as long as I want, as much as I can... great~ just great~!
Despite just get the salary, but I'm already a poor man now, no joke.
This is not modesty, this is a fact.
So, to cut down cost,
I have to reduce going out alone, wandering around, 'cause this will burn my fuel.
I have to do less shopping, especially for comics or DVDs or CDs or toys...
I may have to cut down the monthly allocation for alcohol supply, but this will pend the approval from the evil side of, me, which usually will think of a workaround to get its supply.
Sigh...this is gonna being a very home-oriented month...
at the bright side of thing, it can really get me some rest.
Stay at home, read those books bought but not even touch yet...
watch those DVDs bought but haven't touch yet...
Maybe re watch some cool stuff like The Godfather Trilogy...
Watch Senfield Season 1 again...
Stay at home, get some drinks and plenty of rest...
Don't you think it's kind of boring?
I can sleep as long as I want, as much as I can... great~ just great~!
Despite just get the salary, but I'm already a poor man now, no joke.
This is not modesty, this is a fact.
So, to cut down cost,
I have to reduce going out alone, wandering around, 'cause this will burn my fuel.
I have to do less shopping, especially for comics or DVDs or CDs or toys...
I may have to cut down the monthly allocation for alcohol supply, but this will pend the approval from the evil side of, me, which usually will think of a workaround to get its supply.
Sigh...this is gonna being a very home-oriented month...
at the bright side of thing, it can really get me some rest.
Stay at home, read those books bought but not even touch yet...
watch those DVDs bought but haven't touch yet...
Maybe re watch some cool stuff like The Godfather Trilogy...
Watch Senfield Season 1 again...
Stay at home, get some drinks and plenty of rest...
Don't you think it's kind of boring?
Tuesday, 23 September 2008
HTC Touch Diamond VS Sony Ericsson XPERIA X1
HTC Touch Diamond VS Sony Ericsson XPERIA X1, which is cooler? Better?
Now I afford neither...lol
HTC Touch Diamond
Sony Ericsson XPERIA X1
Now I afford neither...lol
HTC Touch Diamond
Sony Ericsson XPERIA X1
I just can't do things that I can't rationalize!
Recently office is hell. Too many work, I can handle. Too many issue, I can solve. Too many error, I'll feel bad, but still will correct it. But one thing I can't do it, things that I can't rationalize~!
Hey, why don't you do this report so that you will get more busy and spend 15 hours a day sticking your arse on the chair?
Erm..what is this report for?
Some big shot needed (which actually means, I don't know~!)
When you can't rationalize the reason to do something, you can't do it whole-heatedly. You will just sort of doing it, but not really doing it, and the main purpose is not doing it, but appear as if you are doing it, so that you can entertain the one that ask you to do it. Get it?
Maybe that's the reason I never learn to like mainstream hip-hop; where they sing love song in a very fake bad-ass way with music videos where the female model acts as if never get laid for pass 30 years seducing the male 'rapper' that sings allegedly romantic lyrics with a face of mugger. What's that? That's why I like rock better, cause they are insane and never hide it. And underground hip-hop with hint of gangsterism elements. Those are real hip-hop with style.
Perhaps that is why I don't quite enjoy club. I enjoy friends, I craze for alcohol, but just never understand why those boring music? And people dancing but not actually dancing. How often there is really cool dancer there? Body shakers maybe dozens, but dancer? Most of them just jumping around like zombies! And how do you actually communicate with your friends? You can't even be sure if your eardrums still intact! Can clubbing really a relaxing activity, when all is a elaborate masquerade? You clubber, tell me, when you are in club, do you unmasked or masked?
I also can't rationalize otaku. Hey, people are not born ugly, so why hide indoor you whole life and go you just for supply of comic, anime and games? You actually make the normal fan like us look bad. You have the uncanny ability to remember the technical detail of a Gundam robot and that is the only way you make use of your brain? You rather stay hope drooling over a model in bikini but never ever think of getting a real girl as friend? Why that fanatic? Comics are just like books, anime just motion picture. Why can they have the same level of interest like other media product, and you will have to degrade it but glorifying the culture of otaku? So, regardless how I like comics and anime, I will never be an otaku. I just don't understand why some choose to. It's disgusting!
So there above, some aspect or area of my life, where I am in there, but not exactly in there, I'm into it, but also not so into it. Aspect of life that surprisingly I'm in the middle, accept, but not too into.
But then, what kind of things that I am too into? With my current job, nothing!
Sunday, 21 September 2008
My Kind of Weekend Version A
To get a lovely, relaxing day where everything works as I wanted it to be or at least in a way that I can accept, I have to work for freaking 15 hours on Friday. Well, 15 hours may not be anything for some, but for a lazy lad like me, it's huge, and I hate it.
Well, this is a Saturday that I like, slept at around 1 the day before, got up and pee at around 6 something, which will be the time I get up in normal working days. It is rather satisfying to get up at 6 something and know that you can get back to sleep in matter of minutes. I really like to get up and pee at 6 something in days I need not to work.
Then I proceed my sleep until it became easily interrupted by anything. The little bell on the baby's feet when she walks, the whining of the pig, or even the faint hiss of the TV. These are the indication that my sleep is enough, and it is just OK to get up. For the first few interruption, I can still get back to sleep, but when I find that the frequency of getting awake is increasing, I know my sleep is complete, and I am save to get up~! This, is a variation of my "natural awakening".
After the usually rush to get shower, oral hygiene stuff and an express coffee down to my vein, I read the paper with no hast. Then I did my usually weekly check on my car, usually just checking the engine oil, wipe some glasses, that's all. Now quite in the mood to wash the car though.
Well, then my mum is working today (she baby sits, and both babies were dumped here today as well) so I decided to go for some shopping. See if there is any DVD or CD that finally succeed in seducing me into buying as well as getting some beer supply; was looking forward for a drinking session with the old man. Hey, I may not able to bring back his glory days of his youth, but he still has a boy who he can drink with and boast to.
After a visiting two shopping centre and late brunch-tea, at 3 something at a well known roadside hawker's rojak and ABC, the idea flash through my mind: Well, I got beers for old man, how about his woman? Hmm...maybe try some pasar Ramadan and get some food for her. She always fond of lemang.
And off I went to search for these...but thing is, maybe it is me being bad in this kind of hunt, or Klang people is just being boring. I found some Ramadan market, but most of them selling things that cannot be eaten. Oh craps~! So I just wasted my time and fuel for an hour for nothing but some sweat. I've tired some nearby Malays residential area and even Klang's pasar malam, maybe I was early (4pm consider early for Ramadan market?), but I just couldn't find any. At last I went home empty handed saved for some beers, chips and some Iranian date for my family to try.
At the night, before my old man went out getting my brother back, I watch Seinfeld DVD. Nothing like a good dose of comedy after a week of pissedoffness and stroke opportunity. After the old man bring back my bro, I got in the room where they are watching some Japanese detective series VCDs that I bought years ago and they have watch for N so many times and have a drink with the old man.
So, the whole family is there, talking about the good old days, some nostalgic events, while the plot in the TV being reduce to nothing but background ambiance. Talk with the family, and drink. Compare to Sunday, where the fact that "tomorrow back to work" is haunting me the whole day, Saturday 11pm till approximately 1 am for me is the "family hours". Here is when where we do nothing but relax and enjoy some quality time together.
Now, I'm not that family oriented person, but after you for weeks, around 12 hours of more everyday, where in the whole week you home is nothing but a hotel room for you...you will find that having a time where you are really doing nothing, but just being with your family and talk, is the greatest moment, funnest thing, and most enjoyable way to spend the weekend.
Of course, if the office was not that hellish, one will always looking for a more happening weekend. But for now, for me, this does the trick...
Well, this is a Saturday that I like, slept at around 1 the day before, got up and pee at around 6 something, which will be the time I get up in normal working days. It is rather satisfying to get up at 6 something and know that you can get back to sleep in matter of minutes. I really like to get up and pee at 6 something in days I need not to work.
Then I proceed my sleep until it became easily interrupted by anything. The little bell on the baby's feet when she walks, the whining of the pig, or even the faint hiss of the TV. These are the indication that my sleep is enough, and it is just OK to get up. For the first few interruption, I can still get back to sleep, but when I find that the frequency of getting awake is increasing, I know my sleep is complete, and I am save to get up~! This, is a variation of my "natural awakening".
After the usually rush to get shower, oral hygiene stuff and an express coffee down to my vein, I read the paper with no hast. Then I did my usually weekly check on my car, usually just checking the engine oil, wipe some glasses, that's all. Now quite in the mood to wash the car though.
Well, then my mum is working today (she baby sits, and both babies were dumped here today as well) so I decided to go for some shopping. See if there is any DVD or CD that finally succeed in seducing me into buying as well as getting some beer supply; was looking forward for a drinking session with the old man. Hey, I may not able to bring back his glory days of his youth, but he still has a boy who he can drink with and boast to.
After a visiting two shopping centre and late brunch-tea, at 3 something at a well known roadside hawker's rojak and ABC, the idea flash through my mind: Well, I got beers for old man, how about his woman? Hmm...maybe try some pasar Ramadan and get some food for her. She always fond of lemang.
And off I went to search for these...but thing is, maybe it is me being bad in this kind of hunt, or Klang people is just being boring. I found some Ramadan market, but most of them selling things that cannot be eaten. Oh craps~! So I just wasted my time and fuel for an hour for nothing but some sweat. I've tired some nearby Malays residential area and even Klang's pasar malam, maybe I was early (4pm consider early for Ramadan market?), but I just couldn't find any. At last I went home empty handed saved for some beers, chips and some Iranian date for my family to try.
At the night, before my old man went out getting my brother back, I watch Seinfeld DVD. Nothing like a good dose of comedy after a week of pissedoffness and stroke opportunity. After the old man bring back my bro, I got in the room where they are watching some Japanese detective series VCDs that I bought years ago and they have watch for N so many times and have a drink with the old man.
So, the whole family is there, talking about the good old days, some nostalgic events, while the plot in the TV being reduce to nothing but background ambiance. Talk with the family, and drink. Compare to Sunday, where the fact that "tomorrow back to work" is haunting me the whole day, Saturday 11pm till approximately 1 am for me is the "family hours". Here is when where we do nothing but relax and enjoy some quality time together.
Now, I'm not that family oriented person, but after you for weeks, around 12 hours of more everyday, where in the whole week you home is nothing but a hotel room for you...you will find that having a time where you are really doing nothing, but just being with your family and talk, is the greatest moment, funnest thing, and most enjoyable way to spend the weekend.
Of course, if the office was not that hellish, one will always looking for a more happening weekend. But for now, for me, this does the trick...
Thursday, 18 September 2008
Malaysia's 'worst in the world' taxis tarnish national image
How true...
AFP - Thursday, September 18
KUALA LUMPUR (AFP) - - The ads promoting "Malaysia: Truly Asia" aim to welcome visitors with a warm smile to a prosperous and modern nation, so the taxi fleet branded "the worst in the world" can come as a bit of a shock.
Even the locals are not spared the shabby service of unkempt and hostile drivers behind the wheels of decrepit vehicles who refuse to use the meter, overcharge and pick-and-choose which destinations they will travel to.
At the popular KLCC mall under Kuala Lumpur's iconic Petronas Twin Towers is a typical scene, as a gang of cabbies negotiate with a young Norwegian couple just metres from a signboard warning against "taxi touts".
"Flat rate, flat rate, no metre," one driver insists as the tourists try to find a cab to take them to their hotel, less than two kilometres (1.2 miles) away.
Anxious to escape the baking heat, they agree to pay 25 ringgit (7.22 dollars) for a trip that would have cost less than three ringgit on the meter.
"Is it expensive? We don't know, we thought it is normal here," said the woman as they piled in with their shopping bags.
More frequent visitors, however, are vocal in their criticism and say that aggressive and unprofessional drivers are tarnishing the nation's image as a squeaky clean and hospitable destination.
"I first visited Malaysia in 2006 and I was impressed by everything I saw except for the worst taxi service I have endured," said Kabir Dali, an Indian tourist waiting in vain for a metered taxi at another mall.
"I paid a whopping 260 ringgit (74 dollars) from the Kuala Lumpur International Airport to town and was later told that was twice the proper amount."
Complaints about taxis are common in many countries, but in Malaysia it has escalated to an outpouring of frustration, on blog sites and in letters to newspapers.
In a survey by the local magazine The Expat, some 200 foreigners from 30 countries rated Malaysia the worst among 23 countries in terms of taxi quality, courtesy, availability and expertise.
The respondents lashed the fleet as "a source of national shame" and "a serious threat to tourists -- rude bullies and extortionists".
Salvation is in sight though, as a number of smaller, up-scale operators enter the market to provide a more expensive but quality taxi service for frustrated visitors and locals.
The uniformed drivers, behind the wheels of smart new multi-purpose vehicles and sedans, switch on the meter as a matter of course and do not refuse destinations -- surprising and delighting commuters in the capital.
Abdul Razak, operations manager for Dubai-based Citicab which launched here in January, said that even in poorer nations such as Thailand and Indonesia, taxis are smarter and the drivers far more courteous.
"I would say it is the worst in this region, undoubtedly. I have travelled to all countries in this region and our company operates taxis in many parts of the world. The situation here is the worst I have seen," he told AFP.
"The vehicles are in shabby condition, the driver will take you if he likes your face -- that is, if he agrees with where you want to go for the price he insists on."
The government has called on taxi firms to lift their standards, but various campaigns have achieved little, and many blame the lack of enforcement on rampant corruption in the police and bureaucracy.
"It is difficult for the roads and traffic department to take stern action," said a security officer at one city mall as he watched the touts swoop.
"Taxi operators and the company which hold the licences are all linked to some politician or another," he said. "Drivers here are ruthless because they are unchecked by authorities who are almost non-existent."
John Koldowski, from the Pacific Asia Travel Association, said that "less than desirable" taxi drivers have an outsize impact on a nation's image.
"The first contact a tourist gets with locals is often during airport transits to hotels and it creates a very, very strong first impression, either be good or bad," he said.
"Authorities certainly need to do their jobs and act upon any complaints strongly, quickly and visibly."
copied from: http://malaysia.news.yahoo.com/afp/20080918/tts-malaysia-transport-taxi-506e7eb.html
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