PBS, the guys who brought to you sesame street, had produced an excellent documentary focussed on bush’s war. 5 hours of pure program if you, like me, love to indulge on americana politicks.

i know that the issue of 9-11 and the eye-raq war has been playing of to dead – now that everyone is raving about global- warming earth hour day media fest when everyone should have taken notice of it in 1999 but then that was the era of y2k paranoia – but this program dealt so much into the backroom schmooziles and scandalous schemings of the “big” heads at the white house. everyone knows the insipid capability of dubya, but to me the real main culprits of this whole saga has been dick cheney, paul wolfowitz, scooter libby and the devil of them all, don rumsfield.

the program’s not perfect though, as it could have pondered more into the white house administration relationship with the saudi royal family and their greed for eye-raq’s oil, but then i think Fahrenheit 911 had covered it, albeit bashfully.

good times.

the pursuit of selamat

in increasing the efforts to contribute to national security, a group of middle-aged youths set out to pulau ubin to find the elusive mas selamat. even though news had came in that mr selamat’s kaki has been caught, efforts have not deteriorated to capture him.

the group set out to meet early morning one saturday. but, as should have been known, mas slamat powers to be had converted the time to waktu indonesia barat. thus one of the members a certain mr sarip dol arrived too late to enjoy his mas saujana nasi lemak whom his father said is much much better than the international nasi lemak stall whom till this day still remains a mystery why the queue is so long like that.

mr sarip said that for all of his 30 years of existence he has never set foot on ubin. but he responded that that will not deter him from protecting his countreh.

and it was a pleasant surprise for him to note that he liked the surroundings of P.U. even after stories after stories he heard of P.U. as a haven for the cik flying fatimahs, especially about a group who went to ubin to camp but somehow mysteriously did not bring THE tent and had to sleep under a tree where ms heidi glum made an appearance.

the search started off by cycling towards chek jawa. but apparently, navigation was actually quite bad, and instead of the intended place, the team ventured out ubin river where they met a suspicious ang-mohish looking man sitting alone with binoculars. The team was suspicious and made contact with him for questioning.


The team was disappointed though thinking they may found a lead to mas selamat, but instead was told by the man he was actually looking at some otters on the other side of the water.

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my favourite pastime is quitting. and ye, i declare that i have given up hope on watching soccer, or in singapore context – just the epl.

actually, the interest had fallen wayward since last dec, but after taking a *glimpse* of yesterday’s match, the feeling’s mutual lah. at least i can save myself from the horrible sight of dirk kuyt looking like that monster-man in goonies. at least, i don’t have to calm myself of seeing thin, lanky pool defenders causing a mess. at least i can save myself from expecting a one dimensional whack as hard as you can shot from the *captain*.

and of course, at least i can help myself from the hurt seeing the most influential player in didi hamann playing for another team, albeit albeit. [hamann sold because to let sissoko play more? biggest joke in the world.]

and most of all, at least i won’t be a fucken slave to the tv companies who keeps on increasing cable charges, making a new channel just to dedicate to the epl, and now the champions league. it’s so stupid, it’s disgusting to see these corporations stealing our money and taking advantage of the situation.

the game itself is being corrupted by these tv money and we unknowingly continue to pay them knowingly the big matches are only being played once every while.

no power to the bullying tactics of the tv companies? simple. just unsubscribe  and we can show them viewers deserve better.

it’s easier if you’re a pool fan too…

pitter patter goes my heart

“Apa ini semua?!”

1. i hope i am not the only one who felt it’s a bit off for bss’ gig yesterday to be held in esplanade. for the upteenth time, i’ve never like the venue. it’s too prim and proper with too much air and shitty seats. and most will just be too cool for school and just sat on their seats, as if watching a theater. even kevin drew was a bit surprised for them to be playing in such a place. i still miss harbour pavillion.

2. because of the atmosphere, i didn’t feel feel that much throughout the show. somehow, i felt like an idiot standing up when everyone was gangsta sitting daun and fearing for my life paranoid-ing the guy behind me pushing me off the ledge. and i don’t know if you realised it or not, kevin drew was trying as much as possible for the people in the above tier to come alive.

3. it was a very nice surprise that the show was almost pushing to 2 1/2 hours.

4. the people who bought the most expensive tixs? [haha!] suckers! the ones who bought the cheapest? blardy hell. grrr.

5. maybe the next time i can put some johnny in the evian bottle.

6. actually, i loved the comedy skits more than anything.

“….and introducing our latest member who could not make it…Mas Elamat Bin Kastari!”

“…but i only knew you forgot it in people.”
but, but what about the 5 albums we made after that? you know, the techno and raggae stuff?”
“…it was ok, but i still only like you forgot it in people.”

“where’s feist? where’s feist?!”
“come on everybody! 1, 2, 3, 4…”

the part when the spotlight came on to intro andrew when normally he’ll just stub out the cigarette to cue who’s next.

the part when kevin said that he can only take certain cigarettes and fearing coming to singapore and then going to jail for bringing in drugs.

when they introduced the sound guru with the drumroll.

when kevin drew forgot the chords and admitting he does not know how to play as it was too long.

brandon channing prancing like a goofy boy.

kevin drew running along the aisle ala richard simmons.

7. best moment [actually]: when ibi dreams of a pavement came out and yours truly clapped till his hands felt numbed. lover’s spit was not expected to play, was a nice surprise though.

8. most disappointing: when shoreline came on. that pinoy was an utter downer lah.

9. most tak boleh angkat moment: the videocam batt died after 2 minutes. cockanathan!

10. best joke of the day: the crazy crowd at the IT fair.


well the show must go on. sunburst and the rest of mosaic will be definately put off, but at least there’s stereophonics playing april 28th. ah, the poly days.

the rakes? nyet, sarip only knows hedi slimane’s likes them.

toilet break

now, we know how mass slams escaped fm whitley.


plus, be sure to youtube for the whole of friday as sigur ros will take charge its main page. Heima will be shown full, and that is pure news to myself.

here’s me waiting for them to perform somewhere close in the near future. HOPES!

**for a limited time only on youtube. excellent, excellent.

predictably irrational

everyone suffers from the mantra of “keeping your options open”. people said it is good to have more options, just because…but nobody knows why it is so and never realise the impact it will affect on our daily lives.

a very interesting article from the nytimes reported on this based on a study at m.i.t. they developed a game whereby the players have to click on a door within 100 clicks to receive as many points as possible. as each player went through the 100 allotted clicks, he could switch rooms to search for higher payoffs, but each switch used up a click to open the new door. the best strategy was to quickly check out the three rooms and settle in the one with the highest rewards. the catch comes in when a new feature comes into the game when doors will start to shrink if they clicked on other doors. the research shows that the players tend to hang on to the disappearing doors, just because they want to have more options to hang on to.


you can play the game here.

i think i am the worst example to parlay this message. i tend to hang on to clothes that are almost a decade and a half old, just because at the back of my mind says this may come in handy sometime. i tend to brood and calculate if this is better than that. i sometimes have so many options to evaluate that by the time i’m done with assessing all of them, i’m too exhausted to choose that i will just take the one that responds first, even knowingly so it is a bad choice.

well, now we know.