Characteristics

This article is written based on my own observation throughout sometime and it’s merely my own thoughts and it does not reflect any individuals. If some part of this happens to be reflecting your own personality, I do not hold any responsibility for it. Do take into consideration that this blog is owned by me and my thoughts to be shared with others. There are so many characters that I have met which some interest me. Despite being tormented and tortured they are some who just don’t care of being pushed off the limit. I really salute for their patience. They do realise that people around them always take advantage on them and take them for granted. This person seems to be so nice which really impressed me, being bullied is not an easy situation to handle. The reason I'm saying being bullied is because that is how it’s defined according to my definition. This may not be the proper way to handle this and this person actually realise that but they just enjoy being tortured. Does that mean that their dumb or numb? No, certainly not. Their heart is just too pure I would say, can I say that?

Damn it’s so difficult to sound so nice here in my blog. But what to do someone told me that I sound very angry in my blog most of the time. What to do it’s just the way I write. Just like some person. He can be so funny and jovial, cracking jokes all the time and become the person that others that would love to have him as their company, but deep down inside there is always some part of his or her heart there is anger, dissatisfaction and disputes. What will be his way to express that? Well as for me I will blog and express, others have their own way like singing, cutting them or even take drugs. Release tension?

Being egoistic and demanding is one character which I can’t tolerate till my marrow. That should not be ones character especially for someone who has less contact to the outside world. What is wrong by just being nice? Just because you have the rights and powers in your hands don’t misuse it. At time this may hurt others. If you are employer will that be so difficult to take care of your employees? I have been situation where I’m being monitored like school kids. Whatever we do wherever we move is being monitored in the name of excellence in providing service; people mislead themselves to do something which is not necessary.

There is this saying in Tamil, when someone does not have money or power in their hand they will be human, but when they have it more than its level inhumanity takes over. Even though the saying is short in Tamil but I can’t do the direct translation here. For a guy, I feel it’s inappropriate for him to act as though he is the king of the world. Have some respect to others despite the age difference. Being younger than you doesn’t mean that they are stupid or non knowledgeable, there are instances where younger child can teach a good lesson to the elders. Even Lord Muruga thought his dad a lesson. (Lord Muruga is Hindu god and this story appears in Hindu scriptures).

So never underestimate or put down anyone no matter they are young or old. At this point of this blog you may not understand what actually I’m trying to share with you here, well it’s just like the butterfly effect. To put it in a simple definition, small variation or change which being done in the initial condition of a current dynamical system will lead to large variations or changes in the long term behaviour which at the same time creates a long term change. We will discuss about butterfly effect in near future because this topic really interests me very much. Do take note here that there is thin line of difference between the butterfly effect and the chaos theory.
So whatever I post or discuss here, may create small changes in someone’s life or it could be even you.

Rujjcoomarh

It feels nice to be me!

Before I could start writing this, I would like to acknowledge Amutha and Kavilan Bro for inspiring me to write this. Thank you guys. This is not because I want to taruk or tiru their idea; it’s just that I thought by me writing this I can bombard some lenchiow heads, which I always wanted to.

Well I’m not like others who have to wake up early in the morning and get stuck in traffic and reach office late, all those nonsense. My work starts at 2pm that if I’m on afternoon shift. If morning shifts I start at 7am so I will have to be up by 5. Since the experience on how it will be waking up at 5 and be at work by 7 have been shared previously, I will share my experience of being someone who works on afternoon shift. Since I start work at 2pm, I will only wake up about 9.30am and snooze my alarm till 10am. Sometimes, ammu kutty would call me and wake me up. How nice it feels to hear your loved one’s voice over the phone. After konjeraning a while on the phone, grab my purple towel and head to the ‘rain-room’. Of course along the way I share the same physical activity like kavilan, yawning, scratching etc. Finished all the business in the ‘rain-room’.

Room scene.

I don’t have to wear formal, so open my closet grab one t-shirt and my 4 years old jeans which I have only washed it twice. At my altar pray to God “dear god please help me to keep those f**ers away from me at office. I hope today will be a good day to go to work and come back home peacefully.” Shit. I didn’t comb my hair yet, dammit! Finish praying and go back into my room and look into the mirror. My hair is too short so I don’t have to be Vidal Sassoon and I stopped using hair gel. Because according to my facial aunty, she said that it may cause dandruff and eventually lead to pimples. So pour abit of MBR oil, and mess up my hair and voila im done! Then followed by my powder, cologne etc. Now have to pray again. Again in front of my altar praying the same thing.

Head downstairs and “kakak, sudah buat milo kah?” Kakak replies “belum”. Me “apalah kakak, lu tak tau kah saya mau pergi kerja” So this time I have to make my own Milo. Sit on my sofa open my laptop connects to Internet start surfing. My grandmother will be there watching all the serials in Tamil, Telegu, Malayalam, Hindi, Sindhi sometimes Chinese.

Its 12pm. Drive to work, no need to worry about traffic jam. The road is so clear that I can reach Cyberjaya in 20mins; pick up Ammu kutty and head for lunch. Finished all this, now cut the scene into my office. Its 1.45pm on my watch and its just nice to login. Open all the application and this is where it gets interesting.

I cant surf or login to my messengers. Why? Simple. Because my superiors got nothing better to do in life. So what they will do is they actually peep into your machine and see what you actually doing. The moment the see you open IE immediately they will come to your place and “What you doing?” Of course I have to lie saying I’m doing work. I’m not Mahatma. He asks you “ Then open that window” pointing at your IE. So this time you are caught lar. Have to tell him that you are checking your emails. This is where the song titled you-shudnt-do-this-while-you-are-working starts. After a while with pallavi and charanam, the song completes. How nice it feels to invade other people’s privacy, right?

If you don’t want us to surf, block the damn access lar! Simple common sense. Even now I can point out how many people surfing the net without others knowledge. The logic is simple, if surfing or blogging is causing the productivity to drop, then it makes sense to refrain people from surfing but its different here. It essentially has improved. We all have been in that situation, why do you need to do all this? One thing for sure, not everyone’s boss will be like Ammu Kutty’s boss. Damn she is like God sent! Her concept is simple, you do what you want to do but work, make sure you finish. Don’t misuse the freedom. Well in this case, I cant even use it in the first place then how the fu** am I suppose to misuse? Got it? Being a manager or GM is not easy, apart from paper-knowledge one need understanding on how to administer people. If Mr,Dick is GM’s friend and he does something which we all not suppose to do, GM closes his eye’s. Underhandedly tell MrDick not do it. But when it comes to people like me who they presume we are all kuli-batak, in front of people they will reprimand. Murid-murid sekalian..

There starts another f**ked up day at work. Loosen up a bit, only then everyone will have the enthusiasm and strength of mind to work together. Visualize this. They put all the food on the plate and prevent you from touching it. Fu**ed up right? Oh there are times you can’t listen to songs. Can you actually believe it? For real! No kidding. Lunch have to be exactly one hour. In the name of transitioning and providing satisfaction to customers, some can really make a mockery. Mau block kalau block lar. Of course they wont coz they themselves have to surf what!! ahahhaah

Ok enough of frustration and irritation. Time reaching 11pm. Pham! Logoff, say bye to everyone but in my heart SO LONG SUCKERS!!

After work, called up some kaki’s meet up go for a drink. Lepak till about 1-2am and then go back and sleep. End of the day. The next day starts again tomorrow….

By reading this if you feel that you are being mentioned here, don’t take it into your heart okay, but even if you do, mmm I don’t care. This is my blog!

Now I wish I could be like Rabbit of Psycho.Unit, write one song just cursing everyone and rap it!

Suck and Sucked!

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SRJK (T) Bangsar – Voluntary Work

Attention everyone. This is a public service announcement to those who always have that thirst for charity. Remember you won’t be paid for this and that is the reason it’s called public service or voluntary work.

Well cut things short, we are seeking for volunteers to teach English, Science and Maths for student in SRJK (T) Bangsar. This is to cater for all those students who cant afford to pay private tuition fee. So we need people to come over to the school on every Saturday for only 2 hours. Maybe from 11am till 1pm (time yet to be confirmed)

The classes will be conducted for students from Standard 1 and Standard 2 primary. If you have the heart and you think that you would want to extend your help to us, do email me your contact and I will call you up. You may provide contact via email rujjcoomarh@yahoo.com with the subject line “SRJKT Bangsar – Voluntary Work”

My email will be running on filters so you wouldn’t want your emails to go into my junk folder, right? J

This will be our first project and we hope to expand this activity to several schools.
Do take note that we are not politically involved with any parties or even NGO’s or society. We are on our own. Just bunch of people who are willing to help.

Thank you and hoping for a good response.

Valgha Tamizh, Valarga Samuthaayam

Rujjcoomarh

Bodoh jugak engkau nie!

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I dont know what to write

I don’t know what to write actually. I have been thinking to write something on my blog because my last pasting was on the fuel hike, which is like weeks ago. After that I just became so blank I just cant think of what to write.

Even last Sunday after my haircut, while I was driving back I was wondering if I should write about Dasavathaaram. Then I told myself, no. Lets watch that movie for 4th time or 5th time then we write or review about it thoroughly. I mean don’t you think so. The movie is so good till I think I don’t have the stand to review about it. Have you come across some people who think that movie sucks? Helow you ok arr? What to do lar, nowdays people prefer to watch Vijay flying like a dickhead or Vijayakanth trying to be Billa part 3. When it comes to English movie, no matter how stupid the movie can be people will still watch. This is why I don’t want to write anything, which originally I don’t know what to write.

Been sick for the past one-week and that actually interrupted my gym schedule and hell no I don’t like it at all. So I decided I don’t give a damn, I am going to gym today. Started running for 20mins and that’s it, I felt like choking to death. Came back to my place, had Subway sandwich called my friend Viji. And guess what? The word that all bachelors aint wanna hear. MARRIAGE!! The moment he told me that he is getting married I was shocked, “macha, for real arrr? Whats wrong with you man, you are younger that me you know? Cannot tahan ready is it?”

Viji was cursing me ahahhaha then we did conference call to Denes. Yeah lar you b**tches the attam 100 vagai one lar..no I bet you young idiotic girls will be having orgasm hearing his name. Aint it? Know why I call you girls like that? Look at friendster! “CuteAngel, Mistique, cock shit, lan*** all that shit. Keep adding people for no reason. You see dammit diverting my topic.

Anyway we had our orgy over the phone, and cursing each other for not keeping in touch. Well that happens right. I bet you guys have been through this, you and your kaki’s will always eat, shit together. Then will come one day where one will go to college to study, one will become celebrity, one will become police, one will go to jail or start one new gang etc. Then one day the educated fella will coincidently meet the gangster friend and they will just ignore. Not all the time this may happen, but mostly this is how it is. Even me, I had like so many friends till I can run my own country. Left school went to college met new friends and forgot about school friends. Came to work forgot all those fellars and met new friends. Once in a while meet someone who you always keep in touch. As for me friends like Denes, Vj, Boy, Sarath aka Austin Powers aka Sexpower, Stephen aka mamps, Suraenan Raj, Prakash, Joe, im still keeping in touch with them. Shit I think I forgot some of the fellars and if they happen to read this they gonna kill me.

I even had some friends who is now having lifetime holiday in Sungai Buloh Prison. I think one of the fella, if im not mistaken his name is Sutu Nondi (that’s his nick) have been buang negeri so don’t where the fella is now. And then there is another fella David Tata Pula, yeah that’s what we call him. Tata Pula (grandfathers dick) because his dick looks like an old mans dick. Who else… let me see… oh yeah Daniel. Don’t get cheated thinking he is a white boy or something. He is the darkest Indian and he can actually produce oil as much as the oil refinery in Dubai, from his face. We call him “belt-te” because he have this kurap around his waist and we use to tease him saying one day your kurap will get connected around your waist and your body going to putus. Hahahahah

I have to tell you guys this, he actually have hole in his pockets, just to scratch his kurap when it’s itchy. Eeewww dammit. He is now married and his wife is a chindian! Can you beat that!! To tell you the truth I had my fun when I was in school rather than in college.
My college life was ok since I had some friends like Mogan, Suba, Thanni, Shanker, Sotte Shanker, Prathap too many of them to mention here. Did I tell you guys that my girlfriend was once my enemy in college?

Yes, I’m not kidding. Her gang and my gang really cannot ngam. They all think that I’m one bantha case (berlagak – egoistic) and we used to think the same thing. Me and her really hated each other and always kutuking each time we bumped. Now you see, we going to end up together in life hahahah ..can you beat that? Hahahahaha again….

Lets not get deeper into that for now ok. As I said earlier, I don’t know what to write so you maybe reading some gibberish from the beginning. Have I told that VJ is getting married? Wait lemme scroll up and check…. oh yeah I told ready.

He is getting married this November, macha best of luck dey have fun and I know you will be very happy because you got nothing better to do. Hahahah I was joking.

I can write this coz I know the jackass wont read my blog. He will be busy watching porn or whanking on his screen.

Ok ok enough of me writing, its time for me to get back home and sleep. See you people, I will try to think something constructively to write ok. Till then, chiow.

Magic Fuel

by rujjcoomarh.

Bet you are still traumatized about the fuel price?? Yes we are all on the same boat. I do realize it’s a bit too late for me to blog about this but for these kinda things, its never too late.

As soon as gomen announced on the price hike, an ordinary petrol/diesel turns out to be something else, which I would address as “THE MAGIC FUEL”. Curious why am I calling it the magic fuel? Well that is what this article is all about.

That day I was running out of fuel but at the same time I was late to work. So just drove to office without refueling thinking I can do it later. But around 5pm something the news were flying around that, “they have” announced the new price of fuel to be RM 2.70 per liter. Sebuah lagi projeck sumbangan Barisan Nasional. Damn lan*** pu*****, so f*****high arr… How am I going to survive from this? So the whole vulgar dictionary was in my mind. Left office around 11pm, and guess what? Cyberjaya which had never been on traffic jam, was so crowded and all for one reason. To fill up before midnight! Stupid or what!?

So as I was watching everyone fighting with each other to fill up their tank before midnight, this is where Rujjz mind started thinking how some Malaysians can be so stupid at times. For them this is what we call Magic Fuel. When you fill up before the night of the price hike, the fuel will stay forever in your tank. Ok let me put it my style

“Lan***, you think if you fill up today it will stay in your fu**** tank forever is it. Stupid f*** eat shit lar you all!! Eventually the damn petrol wil finish lar and you still have to fill up with RM 2.70 per liter, so why the hell is that rush for??”

Yes. Do you actually think that the fuel will last forever? NO dammit, it will not. So why the hell are you rushing to the petrol station to fill it up. It will last for what maybe 3 or 4 days or even 5 days?? After that, you still have to live with that 2.70 till august because there will be another raise then. Not only that, due to the idiots rushing to fill magic fuel, its actually causing massive traffic jam on the road and entrance to the petrol station and eventually you are already wasting more fuel by going bumper to bumper. Did you realize that!! Waste fuel then filling it up thinking you are saving it. Oh gosh !

Then after, before I reached home, my sister called me and asked me to buy bread. So as I was reaching Kinrara Shell (was then Projet), I just couldn’t drive into the station. Seeing all the bahlul’s trying to compete for the magic fuel, I drove around and entered the “No Entry” into Shell. Just to enjoy the show, my Breitling showed 11.45pm, and to my shock I actually saw one fella running to pay before fuelling up. RUNNING!! Apek u ok ah? So I just waited and watched the whole show on how people can be so stupid at times. There was another fella, Waja, fighting with one of the Bangla because he said “Minyak Habis”

The Waja-man shouting” Mana ada minyak habis, lu jagan tipu. Saye tau punye, cakap bilakan punya keleta lar, tarak minyak”

So the Bangla called his boss (I think). One Indian man walked to the Waja and asked
Indian Man: “Apa itu?”
Waja Man:“ Lu punya Bangla cakap tarak minyak, saya mau kasi full tank, besok minyak mahal mah..”
Indian Man: “Boss minyak habis lar apa saya mau bikin?”
Waja Man: “Lu olang tipu punya, lan***. Lu olang ah mau bikin luih punya pasai lu olang cakap tarak minyak. Heiye.”
Indian Man: “ Wey pu***k ci** lan***, lu ingat lu bapa punya tempat kah. Saya cakap tarak minyak, tarak minyak lar. Lu mau saya korek bontot kasi kah. Lu balik!!”

The Waja man just sped off without saying anything. HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH, man! That was one wonderful ‘performance’ ahahahahah and even now I can’t stop laughing. Which back to our point, look at what the magic fuel can actually do to people. MMMmm

The fuel is so magical where it can stay in your tank forever, cause massive traffic jam, increase the sales of fuel and at the same time create fights and arguments. End of the day, someone who is supposed to be responsible for all this is enjoying their life with our taxes. Yes. They don’t have to use their money to fuel, cause its all taken from our pocket each month. Now don’t you just wish you can do something about this? Don’t you just feel that you want to change something with out waiting for another 4 years down the road suffering. Fuel Price…Up, Cooking oil.. Up, Food items…UP, Salary…SAME!!

Wanted to write this long ago but just couldn’t find time. By the way there is more to write, but I need to squeeze my brain, which I choose not to do for time being. Still on holiday mood!

By the way, I poured fuel the next day for RM87.00 for my Kenari which usually it will cost me RM 56.00 (kering), Which means I am spending another 31.00 for a week if at all my full tank works for a week in which most cases is more.

So let say I am spending extra 31.00 * 4 = 124 per month, in which it actually almost makes up to my extra 2 weeks of fuel (124 /2 = 62 ~ 56.00) .

Which means for 1 month I am spending an extra worth of 2 weeks fuel.

Which means in 2 months I am spending extra of 1 month of fuel in total, which means in 3 months I am spending extra fuel for 6 weeks.

Which means when I come to the 6th month of my 2.40 worth of fuel, I am actually spending extra (124.00 x 6 mth = 744.00). Which comes to my 3 months ( 744 / 24 weeks or 6 mth = 31.00 ) worth of fuel,

which means by spending 2.40 for 12 months I am losing cash worth (48 weeks or 12 mth x 31.00 = 1,488), in which is (1488/ 24 weeks or 6 mths = 62.00), in which it comes to my 6 months worth of FUEL… God dammit!!

Which means each month I need to fork out extra 124 to fuel up my car which means my salary is not enough to do so, which means I can bury my idea of changing to Civic, which means I need to change my job soon, which mean I got one word to say ***k!

AAAAARRRRGHHHH !!!!

Why some just hate the world?

Sometimes when you put on the hatred hat, the very first thing that you would want to do is try find someone else mistake or a scapegoat. Just want that one person whom you can point finger and tell that "you are the cause of all this"

Not always that every one of us get that chance unless there is someone to be blamed for. So the best a human will do is to blame God. Why did God put me in this situation and all I did was follow what he said. How can we listen and make the right decision based on what God said. Are we that superhuman?

Some people just hate this world for simple reasons. Example, if their Astro gives no transmission during rainy days, they just hate the world.
If one is having problem or issues at their office or it’s just her boss shouts at her, she hates the world.
If a student fails a subject he hates the world. Even worse some just hates the world just because his/her parents scolded them. Sigh. Come on, is that what is this world all about?

Just by uttering the words, I hate this world, that does not going to make any changes your life. It’s what we choose to do. Each and every actions of a human being is being decided by himself, of course at times some just don’t think about the consequences of their decisions and actions that follow after that. By all means, we have the power in our hand to let loose our self at any point of time in this life. What I meant by let loose, is like you can choose to be free from problem and commitments in this life. But are we able to sacrifice everything and everyone around us just by making this decision.

Recently I came across a situation, not to mention names, the parents of him got divorced after 35 years of marriage. Why, I asked. He simply said that he found his love somewhere else. Does that mean that he hates the world? Or can my friend hate this world? This is where we tend to realize that thin line between, letting loose and making the decision. As typically as a good friend, I was consoling him and so on. But his reaction towards this whole situation actually touched my heart. He coolly said that his dad found his love of his live and he has decided to move on with it. This means letting loose. So how do we categorize this? Letting loose? Neglecting or plain nonsense? You make it right.

So coming back to Why some hate's the world? Well it’s kinda hard though to explain why is this question arise in the first place but we are all humans and we hate everything around us when it does not complies to our expectations. Humans are never satisfied. For some who reads Tamil books or articles, there is one saying which I cam across sometime back which says that No Man is satisfied, No woman can be satisfied, until the soil breaks them apart. I think it goes something like that, my bad; my memory power is not as good as my brain power :) You can of course make that statement sound serious, arrogant or humorous. Choice is yours!

I’m writing this article not because I hate the world, I just hate how it’s being taken care of. Before I could complete this, there is one line that I would like to share with everyone,

Remember, we are not here to meet others expectations neither do they are here to meet our expectations. So live life to the fullest!

Rujjcoomarh