Rambling Insanities of a Bear’s mind

Unhygienix

Can’t believe some people can be so dirty. And I don’t mean Xtina Aguilera ‘Duuurty’ but FILTHY dirty. And yes, most of these people are reputedly supposed to be ‘clean’ people. You may clean and bathe before you commune with your deity, but is that supposed to mean you can slack off any other time? There is a reason we use a communal restroom, its because we’re all sharing the same one on the same floor you dirty people. You walk in, stand there. shoot the damn wall, zip up and walk off??? Whats up with that? Ever heard of wiping off, flushing maybe? Heaven forbid you take two extra damn steps to the fragging SINK and WASH YOUR HANDS… WITH SOAP!!! And whoever said that the females of the species are cleaner obviously
did not get a peek into the other gender’s toilet, when they had to fix some stuff AND waterproof it. And my colleagues also admit that these other people who share the toilet are FIL-THY!!! I seriously doubt they dirty the toilets in their own fragging homes like that do they? Course not, they don’t have a janitorial staff to clean up after their damn messes…

Grow up people, never been toilet trained ah? Don’t know how to be considerate to your fellow toilet users? Don’t piss all over the damn place because we don’t want to stand in your piddles, and we sure as hell don’t want to shake hands with you after you’re done til you bloody wash em too! But hey, its a PUBLIC place right? There are people to clean up after us right? Bloody right you are and please don’t bitch when they up and quit on you for being so filthy that even THEY can’t take it. Oh and ladies… we don’t need to see your uhm… ‘dirty towels’ strewn all over the floor of the toilet and on the walkway TO the toilets yeah? Animals are Unclean? Well heres a newflash, you’re an animal then because hell, you sure can’t be Human since Human’s (who have been toilet trained, that is) know how to flush and wash and dispose of waste in the proper receptacles.

Welcome to another Episode of Tarvel Argent Beer! *ahem* *thwap* Traaavel Aaagent Bear!

So… yet another busy day in the life of your friendly *snort* Tarvel Argent Beer! *canned applause* I’ve had a lot of doozie phone calls but this one really took the cake. This here lady called up and asked about a ‘tawar package’ and quite obviously those who do speak or understand Bahasa Malaysia are laughing their asses off while trying to not fall off the chairs. After much finagling and mangling of the words, we finally managed to figure out she wanted information on the TOUR packages being currently advertised in the papers and that she was from Myanmar (formerly known as Burma, which is somewhat northwest of Thailand which is well… North of where Malaysia is… So, to cut a long story short, she’s in Malaysia on a ‘Social Visit Pass’ (which I think is  wanted a trip to London, England and I can’t give it to her without her going to the Embassy of Myanmar and checking with them first about a visa to the UK.

But wait… theres…. MORE!!!

Time Travel
Pax called up, asking for ticket to go in November and come back in September. Asked if 1-year ticket, pax said no, 1-MONTH. *TAB thinks that time travel is still theoretical and doubts that its feasible or ever will be*

Idiot Pax
Fielded a call from an irate passenger. Dig through the confusion, pax didn’t want to pay the airport taxes (these are collected by the airline, you wanna bitch about it, blame the current Bushy US Prez among other people), expects us (the travel agency) to field the taxes… Riiiiight… Kiss it. fool. Keeps calling and bitching that he can’t afford the price, (then stop calling and bitching, we’re not backing down on this). Calls up identifying self by last name only (like you’re the only one with that last name in our list, doofus… Last I checked we had 28 people with that name in our booking list, which one are you? Oh wait, you didn’t want to pay, guess you’re not ON the list then)

Idiot Pax (follow up)
Dumbass Passenger (DP) called up again, asking for ‘Tuna’ (btw, my colleague’s name is DANA, I seriously doubt she’s a fish or even part fish, last I checked she had two legs and feet and not a fishtail) then another one calls up totally changing her first name AND last name. Some idiots…

And now, TAB apologizes for the late posts as nothing has been happening except a lot of work-related stress due to MATTA Fair coming on Sep 7-9 in PWTC. (Come check us out at Hall 2, Booth numbers 2048-2051) *sings Welcome to Kenya* (darn you, SIL!!!:)

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I’ma outta here!

Yet another post from your friendly Traaavel Aaagent Bear! Welcome, welcome… Today same as usual, busy as hell, advertisment comes out, people call up… Fielded a weird ass call today too… here’s the gist of it…

Traaavel Aaagent Bear: Morning <Name of Agency>

Passenger: Morning, I would like to get some information about this International Antarctic Center place in New Zealand

TAB: Sure, how can I help ya?

Pax: This place, does it take you to the Antarctic?

TAB: *boggle* excuse me???

Pax: What is this ‘antarctic center place?’

TAB: Uhh its an attraction. like uhhhh Aquaria is here, except it showcases the Antarctic…

Pax: Oh… I see… so you don’t like have trips to the Antarctic?

TAB: Uhhh no, I’m afraid not

*Note: Please bear in mind (no pun intended) that the ANTARCTIC is also known as the SOUTH FREAKING POLE!!! And there’s nothing there except penguins and seals (Not the NAVY kind, but the blubbery kind that eat fish and penguins)! Not even the POLAR BEARS go there*

Pax: *dissapointedly* Oh, ok then, Thanks for your help

TAB: You’re welcome… *click*

Now if that wasn’t like totally weird… I don’t know what it is. Normally people go to the South Pole for research purposes, like if you’re a rocket scientist, or just plain mad…uhhh scientist… Anyway, you get the idea. Why this person who sounds like your average Jane wanna go to a 2-mile thick layer of ice covered continent in the middle of nowhere at the ass end of the Earth for a fragging HOLIDAY is way beyond me. But, hey, if it suits you… by all means, go freeze your ass off in 40-60 MPH (NOT the bookstore) winds with temperatures starting at about lesee… -20 degrees celsius (thats 20 below 0) and that is considered a warm summer’s day… which oh… lasts about 2 hours? If you’re lucky. But hey, like I said, if it rocks your boat… For me… I’d rather go to Michigan for snowboarding and some other winter activities with someone who absolutely hates the cold, but would love to dress up in boots and furs anyway and never gets the chance… ah well… Yet another day in the life of Traaavel Aaagent Bear…

Stay tuned for further updates. I’ma outta here…

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Welcome everyone, to another episode in the life of "Traaavel Aaagent Bear!" As you all know, the MATTA International Travel Fair was run over the last weekend. All in all, it was business as usual, walking, talking, persuading and collecting. Walking around, Talking to the prospective clients, Persuading prospective clients to take up the packages on offer and Collecting the deposits from them. Aaanyway… "Traaavel Aaagent Bear!" somehow found out how small the world really is. Firstly, by having an ex-schoolmate freelance for the weekend and help out at the booth. Then… ex-classmate from *drum roll* PRIMARY SCHOOL turns up with soon to be fiance but not yet, AND… buys a package from us. ON TOP OF THAT… said ex-primary school-classmate knows current colleague. Talk about seriously small ass world man… But more on current colleague in a bit. So, back to jolly catching up with these guys as "Traaavel Aaagent Bear!" has not seen them in oh… lets see… about… shit man… since high school, so just about over 14 years or so, give or take a year? Thats like, yeah… a kid born the year we left high school would be in like 8th Grade now man! DAAAAMN!!! Tempus Fugit… ( you don’t know it, go wiki or google it, OR go watch Handgelina Droolie in Tomb Raider again) buuut I ramble… as usual… Anyway back to topic. Long story short, we caught up, laughed, reminisced a bit, and all as usual promise to keep in touch, which now quite handy as we have an alumni forum set up by yet another old skool fren… literally… and we promise to dessiminate said forums address to all the ones we know, which I have done, said friends included. Now… to current colleague who quite recently had a massive shock to her nervous system due to being sounding like a total idiot to a very high ranking foreign person (read: Ambassador to Malaysia from Central African Country) all because of the difference in pronunciation. Which we all now know is very the important to get ‘da message’ across. Said Ambassador’s secretary calls up for flight information, current colleague asks for whom should it be for, and secretary says ‘Ambassador’ but it comes out ‘Um Bo See Dor’ and naturally current colleague writes it as ‘Mr Ambu Sidur’ in that his first name is ‘Ambu’ and his last name is ‘Sidur’ (which we all know is his TITLE, not his ACTUAL NAME). Current colleague checks with "Traaavel Aaagent Bear!" who naturally has NO FOOKIN IDEA who "Mr Ambu Sidur" of Central African Nations Embassy in Malaysia is. AAAAAAND… quite obviously "Mr Ambassador" does NOT come to mind. So, current colleague calls back to the Embassy, asks for "Mr Ambu Sidur" and quite naturally does NOT get to "Mr Ambu Sidur" as it SHOULD be pronouced "Mr Ambassador" or "His Excellency. The Central African Nation’s High Commissioner to Malaysia" and after much checking back and forth, finally getting the secretary to give "Mr Ambu Sidur’s" proper name… All hell breaks loose as "Traaavel Aaagent Bear!" overhears said name and goes "oh shit… she meant the AMBASSADOR of Central African Nation to Malaysia" aaaaand all ends well as we have a collective group laugh session at current colleague who now knows that not all English is pronounced properly even though its the common tongue for international communications. I guess thats why we have the fraggin interpreters at the UN. Thats all for now folks, do stay tuned next time for another episode of… "Traaavel Aaagent Bear!"

Tis fast approaching that DAY again… *sigh* The 14th Day of the Second Month, The Day of LURVE, COMMITMENT and LOADS OF MONEY SPENT ON FWOWERS and SHOKOLAT and *wait for the drum roll* SET DINNERS!!! You all know what day this is, the DAY dedicated to a MONK no less. Or was it a Saint, whatever the backstory is, it now just plainly reads: COMMERCIALISM. Which in my opinion means, over inflated prices for a dozen stalk bouquet of roses wrapped up nicely. Now… *segue to MasterCard commercial"

Roses: 150 bucks for a bouquet of a dozen

Chocolates: 150 bucks for a box of a dozen

Dinner: 300 bucks for a set dinner for two complete with romantic candlelight

Your face at the end of the night when you realize you spent all that money and she doesn’t even give you a good night kiss:
PRICELESS…

There are some things in the world money can’t buy, for the first 3 categories, theres MasterCard

(PS: I never said it would be a real MasterCard commercial now, did I? :p This is MY version of it)

My opinion? Don’t just celebrate it one day out of every year, celebrate it everyday or no day at all. That is if you’re taken… If not, be like a certain smelly two-headed friend of mine, whip out your lil black book and make her pay your way. And if all else fails, theres MasterCard Or just go out and buy a PS3 :p

Lesee… what randomly should I blog for my first post of the
new year. Granted I’m late as it is, but meh :p who cares? Just another year,
or is it? No! It’s a NEW year, where everything is NEW! New headaches, new annoyances,
new workloads, new toll rates, new, new, new, new, new! All NEW!!! But also,
much more better, new phone, new cufflinks, new toys, new money, new
experiences, new uhmmm… well, lets just say we’re “upgrading the statuses” but
this last Chinese New Year that we can be collecting them coveted packits. No Jamal,
we’re NOT gonna be home for TWO WEEKS! GO AWAY!!! Only the dog and the turtle
be there, WE… uh, are going to the Caberien! Uhhh, I mean Caribbean!
With RUM! Lots of rum! Ahhrrrrr Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum! Yes, much more
better, we be pirates! Ahrrrr! None of this chocolatier nonsense, no dwarfs, no
wonka stuff eh? But lotsa chocolates! Now… where I put that big Cadbury bar and
my Cap’n Morgan…? *hic* *urp* Happy New Year all… and one!

"Trick or treat!" as the doorbell rings… Its that one time of the year where miniature sheets with eyeholes cut out run around with carved pumpkins sticking their grubby little paws out for candy. An American tradition of a more holy celebration, the eve of All Saint’s Day, Hallowe’en… also known as October 31st to the rest of the non-spiritual world. But I digress, as usual… Its the night after October 30th, known throughout the US of A as Devil’s Night. Its a holiday of sorts, a time to dress up and pretend to be something you’re not, my personal favorite is my Jedi Cloak, and lightsabers. But thats a more modern view of things, I remember my first Hallowe’en, where I dressed up as the Grim Reaper with a 5-dollar hooded cloak bought off the rack at Target and I remember we had this party and this guy turned up in a flannel robe and pillow pretending to be a sleepwalker… Fun memories those… Enough rambling… Basically, its a time when the spiritual world meets the physical as people dress up in costumes of witches and ghosts and everything else ancient and modern in between and enjoy parties and horror movies and the kids get to stay out late and get lots of candy from their neighbors and have pumpkin carving activities and so on and so forth… So… here’s to Hallowe’en… and another pointless ramble… enjoy…

Aaaand, we’re coming off a 5 day weekend for some, a whole Saturday to next Sunday week for others, what am I rambling about this time? Public holidays! No need to go to work! Days off! and why? Because its all in the name of religion, I’m so happy I live in a country where we get more holidays than any other country… granted we don’t have funky days like Hallowe’en or Thanksgiving, but hey, we get CNY, Hari Raya, Deepavali, Christmas, Thaipusam, Raya Korban, Raya Puasa, Kings birthday, Sultan’s Birthday, this day, that day, every day!!! But I ramble as usual… Anyway, back to the topic, I got Saturday to Wednesday off because Deepavali was on Saturday (one day affair) and Monday was forced leave (16 1/2 days left, then carry over to next year where I get another 21 again, woo hoo) and then back to work on Thursday when some people get off the rest of the week too… All in the name of balik kampung to celebrate Raya with da rellies… So, here’s to more holidays to come. I just wanted to share that I got 5 DAYS off from work, thats it! No more! Rambles over, thank you and good night! Da Bear have leave da bilding!

Hrmmm I are supposed to list six (6) weird things or habits I have… well… ok here goes:

1) I EARNED my nickname, not because I’m hairy, but because I hibernate and am hungry and grumpy and bad tempered if I get forced to wake up early. Also because I have the uncanny ability to sleep just about anywhere, and not to forget the plain and simple fact that I’m just big.

2) I have a slight OCD (Obssesive Compulsive Disorder) of sorts when it comes to electronics. I’m a tech junkie who can’t afford to fuel my habit (due to lack of funds since I’ve not made my US$54M lottery yet, should go buy the damn lottery ticket one of these days) and I love to tinker and take things apart to see how they tick, and tock…

3) I am a shade whore. I LOVE to collect sunglasses. At last count I have ermmm… 12 or 13 pairs, 2 Oakley E-wires, 1 Oakley Half-Jacket, 1 Rudy Project (looks like Agent Smith from Matrix), 4 Spy’s, 1 Silhoutte, 1 Nike Airelon, 1 Adidas sport, 1 Adidas metal frame, 1 Matrix Seraph, 1 Matrix Morpheus, 2 Matrix Neo’s, uhhhh think thats about it… (That I can remember)

4) I am a Star Wars fanatic. I have Darth Maul’s FX Lightsaber and one Park’s Saber. I also have a Jedi/Sith Cloak custom made. (Thanks to J for helping find the fabric Will show you my SW collection some day.

5) I don’t have any food allergies but I don’t like shellfish. Except for scallops. Not allergic, just don’t like the taste and texture. I love meat, don’t like veggies much. Come to think of it, there are lotsa things that I don’t really like to eat either, like bugs. Also getting lactose intolerant, can’t take much dairy product anymore or I’ll suffer the consequences…

6) I love to watch cartoons, Justice League Unlimited, Lilo & Stitch, Transformers, GI Joe, Battletech, Robotech, Totally Spies, Gargoyles, Visionaries, MASK, just to name a few.

There, that should just about do it. Will amend it in the near future when I decide to update it perhaps. I’ll be nice and not tag no one cos I don’t know 6 bloggers to be tagged :p so there…

Woo hoo! Friday! Weekend tomorrow! Oh wait! Its the 13th! No wait! I’m stitious, it DOESN’T MATTER!!! Ahahaha, now I feel so bad for the superstitious people… or should I? Nahhh fuggit… they wanna be superstitious it don’t matter to me, none of this bunny leg or dark color feline nonsense for me, I revel in the fact that I’ma a stitious person… Speaking of which, I wonder how the number 13 and the day of Friday came about to be unlucky for people in that combination? I mean, how about Thursday the 13th? or Saturday the 13th? why FRIDAY? Its the end of the week man! Time to live it up and PAAAARTAY!!! (all within reason of course, I’m getting old, can’t party like I used to) anyway enough rambling on my part, enjoy this 13th day of a month which happens to fall on a Friday, live it up, get take out, snuggle up with a bunny (and its legs), get a black kitty,up walk with a ladder on your shoulder, laugh it up with your friends and relatives… have a good Friday the 13th of October 2006. Me? I’ma gonna get me a steak dinner later tonight. Peace… Brother/Sister in da hood and all that jazz… Yada Yada Yada…