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itu kes pasal si pompan ostolia tuh yang kena hukum 20 tahun pasal ‘cuba mengedar’ dadah ada sikit pelik.

1. kalo pompan yang dibicarakan tuh tak lawa, mungkinkah reaksi orang ramai adalah sama seperti sekarang? rasa rasa macam tak kan, pasal mungkin tak glamer sangat per untuk media mengeksploitasikan ni keadaan.

2. orang orang ostolia tuh cakap jer negeri sofistikated. tapi pasal ni benda boom ba da boom diaorang cakap orang indon tak adil. mentang2 negeri masih membangun, diaorang ingatkan diaorang nye sistem pengadilan mundur ke? ostolia ke mongolia ke, kalau dah bawak masuk dadah, sama jugak pe. 4 kilo plak tuh, beras pun kalah.

3. tapi kalau nak diterbalikkan mungkin diaorang ada story jugak. diaorang mengadu asal abu bakar cuma dijel untuk 2 tahun sedangkan sidini 20 tahun. entah, betol ke tak tuh eh.

jadi apa yang boleh dipelajari kat ni berita? senang ajer, kalau nak edar dadah dan nak dapat orang nye simpati, carilah orang orang yang berkualiti seperti:-
a) orang yang lawa lawa
b) owang putih
c) kaya bergaya macam si dinesh bhattiar tuh yang mentang2 bapak mak dia orang kuat bleh turunkan hukum si pukilaknat tuh.

ataupun

d) jangan amik dadah. hidu gam jer sudah. kastam tengok pun pening pasal ni benda retro too tha max nye.

lagi satu berita yang saya tak paham tuh apasal si negeri owang owang putih tuh semua bingit pasal si negeri ah chua tuh boleh memakmurkan pasaran tekstil mereka. apa, jeles kah? dah jeles, lepas tuh nak letak tarif pulak. haizz….owang putih nih, kalau dah buli, buli jugak.

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kat tempat keje saya ni kan, macam macam karenah tau. diaorang macam ada sikit takut pegang komputer. ada yang seram nak bikin apa apa, ada yang suay pegang slalu rosak, ada yang tak kuasa nak bikin apa apa, ada yang asik asik komplen pasal benda tuh musibat, ada yang terus tak nak pakai tuh benda.

saya nih tak salahkan diaorang, tapi kalau satu orang sajer yang kena layankan nak dekat 80 orang di 4 daerah yang berlainan di seluruh singapura disamping kena handle bermacam macam lagi, boleh bikinkan frust tau! ni baru tadi balik dari queenstown pasal ada satu orang cakap dia nye pc tak boleh on. berpeluh pelih gi naik bas, naik mrt, jalan 20 minit sampai kat dia nye klass tengok tuh benda skali tengok dia nye power supply tak on. tak bingit dok cam tuh? apaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa sakkkk..

kalo bleh saya nak jadi macam dogbert, tech desk yang paling dasyat di dunia.

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this must be a very bad year for manure fans.

Chelsea won the Premiership and the Carling Cup. Arsenal, the FA Cup and Liverpool the Champions League. And not to forget being sold to someone.

the times where those OT glory hunters brag upon their achivements will fade away, and yes it’ll please me thank you very much.

HA! HA!

but as they say, karma’s a bitch so here it goes.

In 1981…
Prince Charles got married
Ken and Deirdre got married (Coronation Street)
There was a new Doctor Who
Liverpool finished fifth in the League
Liverpool won 17 league games
Norwich were relegated
Crystal Palace were relegated
Liverpool won the European Cup
There was a new Pope

In 2005…
Prince Charles got married
Ken and Deirdre got married (Coronation Street)
There was a new Doctor Who
Liverpool finished fifth in the League
Liverpool won 17 league games
Norwich were relegated
Crystal Palace were relegated
Liverpool won the European Cup
There was a new Pope

now, i wonder what will michael owen say to himself after last night yah. hmmm. but who cares, i just wana brag somemore on the pool.

i cried ok!

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revenge of the sith is one weird movie.

it’s one thing if you knew how the show ends, it’s another if you emphasised the details of how it’ll began.

cheesy dialogues, many (many) fights, yoda talking the talk way too much, yoda looking very unreal, jedis fighting kung fu style, natalie portman criminally unused and so on.

i don’t hate it, but it does seem weird if you watch the films chronogically. i say if itu vader had been with r2d2 and made c3p0, how come them 3 couldn’t recognise each other in the corresponding series? and why oh why with the power of the force, could they not even have the slightest detect the palpatine in the first place? like d.u.h. right?

but remember TONITE, TONITE.

win is $3.25 and 4 is $6.40.

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oh bugger, kylie’s cancelled. :Top Ten Signs You’ve Seen the `Star Wars’ Movies Too Many Times

10. Your poodles are named “C,” “3,” “P” and “O”

9. You won’t sleep with your wife unless she says, “Help me, Obi Wan, you’re my only hope”

8. You spent $10,000 trying to Rogaine yourself into Chewbacca

7. You’re continually stunned when the President makes major decisions without consulting Mark Hamill

6. Your favorite pickup line: “Would you like to handle my light saber?”

5. You keep referring to your lawn mower as “that crazy droid”

4. You spend most of your days trying to use “the Force” to open a can of pears

3. You once saw an eggplant that looked kind of like Darth Vader and almost had a heart attack

2. Your sex life is strictly “Han Solo,” if you know what I mean

1. You like Yoda so much, you voted for Ross Perot

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saya ke satu majlis perkawinan pada hari semalam. kat sana ramai yang datang. ada sidituh, ada sidini. semualah ada. mata pun bercuci, tengok perut terus kenyang. dan tempat dia pun saya suka. memang suka sekali. macam eksklusif sama disembunyikan dari khalayak ramai.

tapi saya entah apasal kebabai macam perasaan segan silu to tha mx bro. tengok ramai orang orang yang bolehlah dikatakan terkenal-terkenal di “arena” nih buatkan saya sikit kecut. entah apasal. rasanya macam gituh lah. time nak salam ngan si pengantin pun tersegan silu. apa nak jadi ngan saya pun saya tak tau. jadi pasal tak nak letak muka lama sangat kat itu dining hall, kejap kejap saya kluar untuk elakkan diri dari diperhatikan.

nasib baik si abang 9dsmb ada kat situh. kalau tak, orang mesti berfikiran, apasal ada budak pakai baju tidur tuh diri sorang sorang kat tempat padang jarak padang terkukur. pasti nanti semua seram sejuk. hah!

tapi kepada ahli pengantin saya ucapkan tahniah, dan terima kasih akan jemputannya.

dah tu ajer.

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honey, don’t you worry. there’ll be no hindustan films tonite, just us.

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dalam seumur hidup saya, tidak ada sedikit pun saat yang saya gemar menonton rancangan hindustan. lebih parah, seluruh anggota keluarga saya, dari si ibu ke bapa ke datok, ke sepupu ke mana mana, kesemuannya tergila-gilakan ni benda semua.

saya tidak memahami keriangan diaorang menonton tuh benda. asik asik itu sahaja. cuma apa yang saya boleh paham atas keprihatinan diaorang kat ni citer semua ialah diaorang tertarik kat diaorang nye hero dan hero nye mambang yang hemsen hemsen dan jude jude. tapi kalau nak dikatakan lebih lanjut kan, takyah tengok diaorang nye citer dah boleh, mana mana pun ada yang hemsen hemsen dan jude jude.

ada yang memberi alasan diaorang suka tengok ni benda pasal dia nye lagu lagu gerek gerek. tapi beb, takkan lah nak dengar lagu gerek2 untuk 3 jam berdesut? tak lemau ke?

ada pula yang cakap dia nye jalan citer menarik. eh? ada jalan cerita?

tapi tuh semua saya tak herankanlah. diaorang nye citarasa sendiri. cuma apa yang membuatkan darah saya up ialah sekarang diaorang tayangkan ni benda pada tiap tiap malam ahad. MALAM AHAD! ni malam orang nak rilek, tengok citer / dokumentari kat arts central sebelum pigi mengharungi minggu baru bekerja. tapi tak, diaorang nak letak 3 jam straight ni citer hindustan, dan membuatkan saya rasa boring.

apa nak jadi nih?!

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mungkin para eksekutif citer “missing” boleh terbit rancangan untuk mencari dave chapelle.

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I, I’m thinking it’s a sign that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images and when we kiss they’re perfectly aligned. And I have to speculate that God himself did make us into corresponding shapes like puzzle pieces from the clay.

And true, it may seem like a stretch but its thoughts like this that catch my troubled head when you’re away when I am missing you to death when you’re out there on the road for several weeks of shows and when you scan the radio. I hope this song will guide you.

They will see us waving from such great heights, “come down now”, they’ll say but everything looks perfect from far away, “come down now”, but we’ll stay…

I tried my best to leave this all on your machine but the persistent beat it sounded thin upon listening and that frankly will not fly you will hear the shrillest highs and lowest lows with the windows down when this is guiding you home.

they will see us waving from such great heights, “come down now”, they’ll say but everything looks perfect from far away “come down now”, but we’ll stay…

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braddar, braddar..lu mau sikit r o b e r t p l a n t? rok tak mati beb.

ah, beb gua bilang lu ah gua nangis ah time itu amazing race habis tadi. tapi, gua tak paham ah part yang kena bayar itu duit teksi. Whether it’s a rule of the race or just Uchenna’s code of honour (no offence, geng, but i’m betting the former), they couldn’t leave the cabbie until they’d paid the fare in full, and their begged-for cash wasn’t enough. BLARDY HELL, people. you’re about to win $1 million! Write him a freakin’ I.O.U.!

tapi tetap gua thrill beb tengok diaorang menang.

patutlah *jeng jeng jeng* ada sindiket betting bulan lalu tutup semua bet kat itu pemenang. kua kua kua.

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How are you not going to fall for someone who wants to interview you? Now Caroline is all I can think about. And in the daydreams I imagine every detail, the entire story of our future relationship, until suddenly I realize that there’s nothing left to actually, like, happen. I’ve done it all, lived through it all in my head. I know the whole plot, the ending, and the good parts. Now I’d have to watch it all over again in real time, and where’s the fun in that? And fucking–when is it all going to stop? Am I going to jump from rock to rock for the rest of my life until there aren’t any rocks left? Am I going to bolt every time I get itchy feet? Because I get them about once a quarter, along with the store’s tax bill. I’ve been thinking with my guts since I was fourteen years old and, frankly speaking, I’ve come to the conclusion that my guts have shit for brains. You know what’s wrong with Laura, what my problem is? What’s wrong with Laura is that I’ll never see her for the first or second or third time. That’s all. Fuck it. I’ll probably mail the tape. Probably.

reflect on it, dil.

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wahai rakyat jelata!

beta disini ingin menyampaikan satu perintah berkurung!

beta perintah kamu, kamu dan kamu pigi jimatkan duit dan hadirkan diri ke persidangan berikut.

kalau tidak, pancung kepala!

butir didapati disini.

sekian.

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malays on general will never change. i feel i’ll rather keep this pessismistic thought for the moment.

people will always relate change to increase of monetory exhange(s). materialistic demands will never cease and thus that will be the only event that’ll figure out in their minds. but why do we value this change so much? what is this purpose for?

i’ve read and see the malay bloggies and relate it to others and the difference is waaaay overwhelming. to keep my neck on the benchmark, i don’t know these people and i guess they wouldn’t give a heck to know me either. but to filter their thoughts and actions, it is there for everyone to see.

the malay community on the whole, have this paranoia on being the weak one. worse, they wouldn’t want to be stepped upon by their own community. this, to my perspective, is because to be stepped upon by your own borthers and sisters is the lowest ebb a human being can receive since the concept of most people (here, anyway) that the malays are low in status, traditionally.

but why does the community view the malays as low in the first place anyway? who initiated it? is it just a paranomal self-concious image motioned by the people themselves? who do we blame, besides ourselves?

sadly, there is no answer, and even if i do, i’ll be dead.

anyway, back to the topic at hand. malays, like the blacks or any minority group anywhere in the world, have this hideous stigma of being labelled ” “. mentally wise over generations, it generated a sort of depressing mentality to view themselves as not being any better than anyone. a loser, paupering on the emotions of others. some got out from this phase, while most are still scarred with it. thus, this created a social divide amongst themselves.

and because of this, they’ll start to compare between their own community and to others. one to prove that they’re better than the rest, the next is to prove to the other communities that they are more than capable enough to run away from the stigma. ironically, it is because of this state of unbalancy that creates a confusing array of misunderstandings and hatred by both sets of community. the poor will view the rich as being arrogant and betrayal of brotherhood. the rich will view the poor as being jealous and condemn them for their unwillingness to change. it is a fight that’ll never end and thus to this day it continues.

the reason why black artists showcased their wealth in music videos is the most apparent example to show they can achieve monetory gains as others. you don’t see much of those in videos by white artists, do you? maybe they do not have the pressure to let the public view their social status. it applies the same to our situation here too if we change the perspective. malays tend to showcase whatever that be showcased to others to let the community know they too can be on the same level ground as others. they feel presurrised to enhance their social status but this only generates hatred and inadequency to others.

i can never read their minds or intentions. i can never stop people’s actions. but it does feel sad to watch and know that the in-fighting between the malay people is prevailing and escalating. jealousy, self-depreciation, the need to expose and display, contempt and unbashful arrogance are the only thing others will remember of the malays if this doesn’t stop.

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goodbye wkw.

“During my primary school years, I never fail to look at his framed photograph together with Mrs Wee hanging proudly in the school halls while singing our National Anthem.

“He’s our President, Mr Wee Kim Wee and the grand First Lady, Mrs Wee’ said my thoughts. Being young then, I do not know what exactly the role of the President is, where he stays, politics, etc but I do know that every picture that I come across about him, there’s this sense of fatherly-comfort and security.

Without knowing him personally or directly, I feel connected to him.

Was shocked when my mum told me about his passing this morning.

My deepest sincerest condolences to the family of Dr Wee and to Mrs Wee. I heard your cries over the news just now, be strong.”

how true.