this time, there’s no virus or murderous monkeys. and the only zombie is himself.
BUT! i love this book about the beatles’ revolver. i love the internet.
no seditious remarks here, but i think mel gibson is correct. drunk or not.
Questions for the day.
1. how the fuck can taxi operators justify the main reason for increased fares is due to rising costs when the papers reported today that diesel prices has been “stabilising” over the past few months?
2. will the world ever ever EVER take any action against the israelistes army for destroying another country, even so with alleged arab ah bengs striking them first?
3. where in the world can i find pallas jazz shoes?
oh look! there’s justincredible!
don’t cry me a river for this neil barrett shirt.
there is this nyonya eatery at bishan located at the end of its interchange, next to mcdonalds. i won’t know how long it’s been there, but what i can acknowledge is that the food there is damn bloody good. very peranakkan style, and light on consumption. they have this technique of making a good fried rice. this is something new to me. you cook the rice, fridge it overnight and fry the damn thing at a very high temperature for 3 minutes. the idea here is to not let the rice become sticky and so forth.
each time i proceed to the bishan centre, i would go there for lunch. without fail. enjoying the dish, i was a bit disturbed when i realised that, lo and behold, the hungry ghost festival had just started. custard! albert told me that this year will be a bit *worse* since this is the leap year in the chinese calender. this year’s festival will run for 2 damn blardy months. DOUBLE CUSTARD! as if having litter and ash and getai shows running for one month is unbearable, i’m trying to sink in the idea of having two.
but in a way of not getting defamed for disturbing this racial harmony thingamagic we have here in kambingpura, i’ll try not to instigate more hatred. furthermore, this IS company time and i’m writing this blog and surfing looking at that cute ms japan first-runner-up-ms-universe-whatchamalit. kurara cheeeeeeebana HAAAAAAAAAAIT!
so, in good spirits i’m trying to be positive due to this unfortunate circumstance of having 2 months worth of burn and ash and bad singing in open fields late into the nights. thus i am looking this in the point of view as a smoker and relates how these two are similar to each other. as a smoker, but a reduced one but still loves his fags, i cannot but stop noticing that it is a hassle that smoking is now not allowed at foodplaces. smokers know that the best time to smoke IS after eating. YEAH! especially after you ate that hot and spicy meal and you then light up a stick and the smoke just caress your tongue and rush into your nasal pipes, a feeling of a slight burn, pepperish to a slight. that, that is the sensation you feel which may not materialise much at eateries nowadays. or, how about having a cuppa, chilled or hot, and with the slight taste of cocoa still lingers in your tastebuds, the slight burning sensation rushes in to fill your lungs. oh, the sensation!
but as a kambingpuraian,i do understand the need for the ban in smoking at eateries. people cannot eat properly if smokers linger around because medical reports state that secondhand smoke is not healthy (as if). BUT! it is ok for eateries to be located by the roadsides with heavy traffic and buses burning with bad diesel and emitting black smoke. or it’s still ok for eateries to serve super fat food that clog up the arteries and build up the cholesterol level. that is all ok, but smoking? oh nah…that is highly dangerous.
i do not want to invoke old stories into new ones. gotta live and let live with it.
i do have a suggestion though. a brilliant one that is.
here it is.
in conjuction with the hungry ghost burning festival, may i suggest to the authorities that we have a smoking month every year? not to worry, we smokers do not have any leap years. one month will suffice. i don’t see how this is bad for everyone, when we have people burning stuffs here, there and everywhere. get the cue here?
i promise i won’t punch any mps if this does not pass through like what happened with that uncle from amk. though i do have this temptation of using this – the tampon shooter.
now bite that!
ooops, boss is coming.
fashion icons come and go. but one thing is always relevant – them have style and substance. it used to be the look of marc jacobs’, but it is now the era of michael bastian.
cue – small rolled up sleeves till the elbow level and slim pants that look like jeans and a little weeny belt.
darn, im a fashion victim who still could not make it.
by the way, the pictures are from the satorialist. fab blog that one.
pitchfork has this interesting bit on the best 100 videos. nice one. can view this till death when imma at werk. yeay!
ketiak rupanya yang diidamkan. mungkin slogan datuk k itu sebenarnya bukan khalid, tetapi ah tau menahu lah eh.
tapi mak datuk, ini berita sampai lebih penting dari krisis timur tengah sama malapetaka tsunami di indonesia sampai dia nya headliner.
“ISRAEL SERANG LAGI BOSS! HARUSKAH KITA PAMERKAN BERITA INI SEBAGAI BERITA UTAMA?”
“oh tidak, jangan hiraukan cerita kisah lampau itu. apa gunanya tak, walaupun kita adalah naskhah utama dan tunggal, kita diingatkan selalu bahawa kita tidak boleh kisahkan berita yang boleh mempamerkan kesokongan kita kepada umat kita sendiri atas dasar-dasar satu kambing di kambingpura ini…”
“jadi apa kita patut kita letak boss?”
“ko panggil si saodah tuh suruh bikin pasal kes ketiak tuh.”
ok dah itu ajer.
berita harian, berita hairan….
ah ada lagi satu kes. yey! ni lagi pasal berita hairan tuh. cerita ni dah lama, tapi takper. time piala dunia yang lalu tuh, diaorang ada laporkan ni cerita pasal pemain bola sepak yang berugama islam. antaranya dia letak itu zidane, riberry, cisse, van persie dan bouhlamrouz. apa dia cakap? “ah kita patut perhatikan pemain2 ini sebagai inspirasi” dengan alasan mereka berugama islam. eh berita harian nih. mentang2 diaorang dari negara omputih, kita kena tengok diaorang sebagai inspirasi? insspirasi pasal apa beb? kita sendiri tau yang si zidane tak mengamalkannya, cisse bikin kawin dia kat gereja, van persie time sebelum piala dunia kena disoal siasat pasal kes rogol, ah macam macam lagi lah. kalau bh “merekomendasikan” yang pemain2 berikut adalah kes contoh untuk kita semua, tidakkah ini kisah kes talam dua muka?
apasal tidak. selalukan kita baca kat diaorang nye akhbar slalu mengkritikan kes kes pemuda kita yang *rosak akhlaknya*. kes kupu kupu seks dalam kereta, kes muda mudi joli joli, kes penagih dadah. slalu kan kita baca ni semua? pada pendapat saya, kes ni semua dah jelak dibaca sehinggakan naik meluat membaca reaksi laporan ini semua. bukan meluat akan kes kes itu, tetapi kepada wartawan-wartawan di akhbar itu kerana sering melaporkan cerita berikut atas dasar dasar sensasi dan popular.
dan kini bila mereka dapat tahu yang pemain bolasepak di piala dunia adalah umat islam, mereka sanjungkan pemain pemain yang disebutkan begini dengan satu laporan besar besaran. apa ini? saya bayangkan jikalau ada satu mat yang menjadi pemain berkualiti di arena antarabangsa, jikalau beliau mempunyai *akhlak yang rendah* pasti beliau akan dikutuk oleh kebanyakkan masyarakat disini. tetapi, jikalau zidane menjaringkan gol walaupun lepas beliau sendiri mendedahkan bahawa beliau tidak mengamalkannya, mesti ada mereka yang akan cakap “eh dia islam tau! wow!”.
macam kelakarkan pujian diberi kepada owang putih? apa yang saya tak happy ni ialah pabila nama nama terkenal ni dilaporkan sebagai penganut islam kita sanjungkan mereka walaupun kita sedari yang mereka tidak mengamalkannya. tetapi pabila mat dan minah kita sendiri jikalau membuat nama dia arena antarabangsa, mereka akan dikritik jikalau tidak mempamerkan akhlak yang diingini. dah macam tep rosak plak gua.
the office room is still infested with coldplay air. bah! i just wish i have the power to erase them tunes forever and ever.
and so we’ll proceed to the real mccoy, a certain mr yorke. i don’t know why, but the eraser always reminds me of arnie and vanessa williams.
here are some takes on that fella. wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii…
the world cup may be over, but someone was asking what if a siamese twin were to play in a football match. fascinating insights were put up such as:-
1) Could one take a penalty as the other player would be ‘encroaching’ in the area?
2) If one is sent off, would they have to stay on the pitch but not touch the ball? If so they could they still be in the wall at free kicks?
3) What happens if one is substituted?
4) Would they be allowed to contend ‘drop balls’?
5) Could one of them be transferred?
6) If one is a goalie and the other a defender presumably the opposing team could never be offside?
7) Would all their sexual encounters be technically a roasting?
If they are considered to be one player, and one a non player:
1) Would the non playing twin have to be covered in sticky tape like a wedding ring (as presumably if they could be removed they would have done so already)?
2) Would they non-player have to wear boots, kit and shinpads, or jeans and a t-shirt?
3) Is it a foul to kick the non-playing twin?
4) What would happen if the non playing twin takes performance enhancing drugs
and while we are talking about that, why not we indulge in some kiddie tv since i am surrounded by them as we
but the yo gabba gabba song is infectious i might add.
i tend to stay clear of baybeats, for obvious reasons. it’s just a preference lor. but this year hor there’s a big exception.
i duhnoe who did this but kudos to the responsible party for bringing in the posies. heh. let the good 90’s roll behbeh! seattle times!
…and nobody, but nobody, celebrates scoring a goal like an Italian…
to cut the long story short, it was a dull final. duuhhhhhhhhh-ulll. i don’t understand why teams love to play it out and hope for penalties to settle the match. penalties should be banned! yes! they should replace it with a replay match. yes!
i read somewhere in regards to italy’s patterns in the competition, so now shall we see another round of deja vu happening soon?
george soros predicted that a global recession will be happening in 2 years time. the reason behind it? it’s boiling down to the US housing prices which currently is bloating at its seams.
italy won it in ’82, kambingpura kena recession in ’85. we’ll see in 2 1/2 years time how it’ll be.
you’ve been warned. jeng jeng jeng.
by now, everyone would have known about what had happened to mr brown.
such a wonderful country we live in, don’t you all agree? and after all these and other incidents, there’ll still be thousands anticipating those national day tickets. sheesh.
from mr wang:-
“Our people should feel free to express diverse views, pursue unconventional ideas or simply be different … Ours must be an open and inclusive society.” – PM Lee Hsien Loong, speech on 12 Aug 2004.
i think the only way we’re able to do that is becoming one like this.
if that’s the case, then we’ll rename this to sheepapore.
haha. it gives me much pleasure to see that sod cry.
divers, moaners and cheaters don’t deserve, DESERVE!, to be in the final.
MUTHER-FUCKER WINKING WAILER.
as for the final, i rather not let out who’ll nick it but do observe the following,
1970 Mexico – Lost
1982 Spain – Won
1994 USA – Lost
2006 Germany – Win?
scary mary that pattern shows, kan?
the irony of the gamesmanship ethic is that players, like that of the fake ronaldo, are taking advantage of the situation to tarnish the game. i hope someone takes a stand on this. if the player is down and wailing like a lapdog, let their own team mates let the ball out of play and play will resume with the opposing team regaining the ball back. only then will we see if the player is really acting or not. makes a whole lotta sense, doesn’t it?
ok rant over.
…the T-shirt-and-jean uniform is now so ubiquitous that its anti-establishment credentials are shot. For young rockers, bespoke is the new rebel yell. That means gorgeous fabrics, French-cuffed shirts, mother-of-pearl buttons, and jackets with surgeon’s sleeves…
ah yes, dress shirts. wear your clothes, not just because of the brand. bespoke is the way to go. it is sad to be obsessed with a particular brand of a product just because and not know why or how the product is made. *snobs!*
but it is so sad to people who are so obsessed with clothings, but yet still look, dowdy. and a fine example is – still me! hehe. but then i love threads, how they define the structure of the weavings and what nots, the procedures these people take care of it and a visual display to ogle at.
but remember, bespoke is the way to go. we’re going back to the time where men go to their personal tailors to have their clothes made.
and i do adore my tailor. :}
sometimes, i just want to hang the pieces and not wear them at all. i have this tendency to make a product unworkable once i touch them. i don’t know why.