it’s been a long time. but, the antler’s hospice has filled up the void in the meantime. hospice tells “the story (in first and second person narrative) of a man losing a loved one to bone cancer and watching her die in the Sloan Kettering Cancer Ward while he is beside her. memories, regret and grief occur throughout the album…” (via wikipedia)
sounds a tad heavy, but i’m a sucker for heart-wrenching tunes. still a mat jiwang, very.
some tunes over at multiply.
Mr Mohamed agrees that property agents can provide valuable advice to potential home owners.
However, ultimately, home owners have to be personally responsible.
He stressed: ‘Agents can only advise customers to buy a flat that is within their means, but if the client chooses to be lavish, agents can’t do anything.’
well your venerable mr mohamed, but it does seem property agents are capable of ill advising their clients and remain not contactable when the client needs help. how could not the agents even inform their clients on the 30 month ruling as imposed by HDB?
countless times i have seen uninformed malay families put their trust on malay property agents just because of their race. full of bollocks. if you, mr mohamed, can proclaim that agents can’t do anything, you should think then you are partly responsible and can be viable for personal to treat you in court if your agents do not practice as what it is served to be. 10 years or even 5 years ago it is not common for families to be served unwell in the property dwellings. rarely do we hear of such cases. but don’t you just find it suspicious, the more there are malays dealing as property agents, the more cases where families have lost their homes? this is but just an assumption, but the parallels are very hard to ignore. it’s true both parties are responsible, and the future of personal income may not be sustained, but property agents, you are the first gateway in terms of consultation and advise, no?
hi reggie. i think we share the same traits. always the nearly man, a borderline acceptance to the generals, ever trying so hard but still misinformed. but we still want to prove, even though the horizon does not meet. in spite of this, we live on. face up, and answer to all your critics. for this, i will bear and grit.
but it does not bode well. for the most respected man in football, the hero who’s still diminished by the masses, the uncle who treats people well, the unassuming man who belies all the evil of power, the gentleman who can still relate to the man on the street – sir bobby robson has passed on. he came here years ago, and ever the unexpected english gentleman he is, as jovial and caring as the folklore says. you are proof that good guys can actually win. the world will miss you uncle bobby.
Sir Bobby Robson
1933 – 2009
Tribute from John Nicholson.
3 days of scouring, shouting, screaming, singing…somehow, this visit is more emotional compared to 2001’s. thank technology for that, probably.
for me, the highlight was indefinitely singing ynwa on the banks of the river right in front of them. well, xavi and carra, specifically. (if only there was finnan. oh how we missed the irish lad.) carra was stumped, xavi actually managed a smile and waves, kuyt was actually amiable and sammy lee, bless him, was sporting as always. even rafa acknowledged he found the singing along the river was very, erm, emotional. no kidding. except for the fucking irritating cavern emcee who keeps on and on egoing himself. idiot.
as for the match, it was justifiable. only the section that we were sitting were motionless most of the time. i swear i can hear a pin drop in most parts of the 1st half. no singing, no cheering, just sitting and mumbles. luckily it did pick up a bit in the 2nd half.
and words of advice to noh alam shah and indra shahdan: dont be a fucken prima donna. you shld be glad yourselves that you are actually playing against one of the top teams in the world. of course you shld know who the people are rooting for. BODOH NYE MAMATS.
Walter Cronkite (November 4, 1916 – July 17, 2009).
goodbye, the original mr anchorman.
terima kasih budget airlines! 🙂 kalau tak, tak larat gue mau ke penang, walaupun dah lamaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa skali tak gi sana. kita orang dua dua pun last minit lah cadang nak gi sana walaupun untuk satu setengah hari ajer. tau takper.
cun cun time pergi pun ada jugaklah dia nye festiviti untuk ulang tahun pertama georgetown dapat gelaran unesco world heritage site. glamor tuh. upscale tuh. lebih lebih lagi nyt ada bikin ulasan penang destinasi nombor kedua untuk dilawati untuk tahun 2009. amboi, tak agak agak nak up.
old but still gold.
with all the rage on mad men, prep style has taken the rage. few weeks ago, saw some scans from take ivy, the ‘holy’ book for all things classic. from a continous lean,
In the late sixties, a forward thinking Japanese photographer traveled throughout the northeastern United States stopping at each of the Ivy League schools to document the style of the era. The resulting book, cryptically titled Take Ivy, is pure genius. The photo book was out of print until a few years ago when a small run was re-released, only to immediately sell out.