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I haven't been here in a long while. It's OK, you can ignore me. No really; I expect no reply. I just had to write because when I feel something intensely and it disturbs me, I write. Then I feel better. You'll just have to live with it; then again, you don't have to. Go click something else. You deserve better.
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Seriously, how do you think he would react if he KNEW?
He disturbs me so.
Every moment with him is charged with intellectual fire and intensity and strong deep-seated beliefs and laughter and lessons learnt and cynicism and hope. (I just totally vomited that sentence out; please forgive the lack of punctuation.) Every second passes by like a blur.
I am enraged that so many people find him 'domineering' and pushy and bossy. He is NOT. I can tell you that some of those ppl who think so are full of shit. They cannot take honesty, they cannot take it that some people truly CARE about what they do and they'd rather someone be crooked and nice on the surface than, than noble and forthright and maybe a little too intense.
I've never loved anyone so badly.
Why? Why must you be so good to me? Why must you care, why must you overwhelm me with your strength and forthright passion? It only makes me love you more, and if I keep loving you it will eventually be too much to bear; the truth will spill and you'll find out.
I just can't pretend no more
I keep running out of lies;
Loving you is killing me inside.
Here's another mess I got myself in,
When you touch me you ain't helping
few things are more difficult to deal with than having someone being chatty just when you don't feel like talking. at all. it's not a bad feeling; not really. i just feel like i have a lot of stuff inside that i don't really wanna talk about, but let seep out through various outlets. if you notice, i'm not even being particularly eloquent. this is me - not the witty sexy interesting me, but just plain me in a loose old t-shirt and half-dead frame of mind, surrounded by my bedroom mess and posters of my favourite rock stars and month-old clothes i enjoy wearing too much to wash. (yes, i live like a slob.) i feel completely introverted. i haven't been a total introvert in quite some time; not since my teenage years; but i am being one now. like i said, it's not a bad feeling. i'm not so much writing to vent & rant as just to pass time that would otherwise be spent in silence due to me not talking to anyone. or reading; but for some reason my fingers are restless and refuse to stay still long enough to hold a book open. by the way, if you're still reading, congratulations. you and i officially lack a life. you have no reason to be reading this as i am a) not ashton kutcher and b) do not have a life that is sufficiently interesting to make up for not being ashton kutcher. you still here? serious? well if you must know, i am now here simply because i am waiting for a youtube video to load. the bit that has loaded shows me that gene simmons' new hairdo is simply awful. grow it back, gene! it's actually shorter than your tongue now. i also suspect paul is once again donning his vests (as opposed to going topless as he has for several years now) due to the fact that he's putting on some in the middle. so what? they're fuckin sixty and still prancing around in makeup & tights & 7-inch heels; god bless them. you try doing that when you're fifty. although apparently they have mad trainers that beat & bash them into shape just so they can fulfil the image of immortality us fans continually demand. fans can be so cruel. somebody hit me with a dumbbell. speaking of sexy dudes in makeup, adam lambert needs to get that album out before the likes of kris allen and david archuleta and jonas bros combined (is there some secret dr evil-esque factory where they make these?) totally take over the airwaves. since i'm on the tube, i should totally check out clips from this awesome playstation game silent hill. now in case you think i've suddenly picked up a cool new hobby, i must add that i have never even touched the buttons on a PS console before my recent encounter with Guitar Hero. no, the reason i am enamoured with Hill is because it looks creepy as hell and sports beautiful artwork with that grainy texture i completely dig. just looking at the still frames makes me lust achingly for a movie adaptation. also, does it annoy you that i am typing in lower case? apparently being an introvert imbues in me an aversion to the Shift or Caps Lock key. my fingers shy away from it from some kind of lackadaisical laziness brought on by the fact that i was never here to do anything but ramble pointlessly and wait for videos to load on my abysmal internet speed. now go forth and do something randomly pointless - or pointlessly random - with your own life. we all need a little blankness in our lives sometimes.
Ripped from my deviantART buddyName 11 people you can think of right off the top of your head. Don't read the questions underneath until you write the names of all 11 real people. This is a lot funnier if you actually randomly list the names first.. No cheating! 1. sunny 2. darian 3. pauline 4. edward 5. gianne 6. david tan 7. paul stanley 8. hugh grant 9. fero 10. alvin wong 11. rabbit DON'T LOOK AHEAD UNLESS U FILLED UP THE TOP! How did you meet 4?He was born (he’s my brother) What do you think of 10?He’s OK. Haven’t known him long enough yet. What would you do if you hadn't met number 1?I wouldn’t have learnt a lot of what I know What would you do if 1 and 2 were going out?Oh god. Oh no. oh god my mind. Somebody erase that image ….. What do u think of 3?She’s made up such a big chunk of my life. And she’s like a sister sometimes. Where does 11 live?The U.S. of A What would you do if 3 confessed they love you?She does love me. She’s my mom …. Where does 7 live?Haha! Not anywhere near me, unfortunately Is number 2 your best friend?No; it’s just that he sits next to me, so his name came up :P Who's 9's best friend?Dunno. But one of his very close friends is number 2 Did you ever eat around 6?I think so. Once or twice What do you think about number 4?In a lot of ways he’s the opposite of me, but we share so many of the same traits – especially stubbornness. Does 11 mean anything important to you?She’s a great person, I met her on dA. If she was suddenly gone, I’d miss her quirky journals...btw, i ripped this thingy from her ! What would you do if 3 and 9 were going out?.....AWKWARDness. For me that is. Would you marry 1?AHAHAHA Erm. He has many admirable qualities that I’d totally dig in a life partner, and if I ever met someone LIKE him it would be great. Ever slept in the same room as any of these 1, 3, 8, 11 numbers?Hahaha, sleeping in the same room as Hugh Grant? None except number 3. Do you trust all 11?All except Hugh? Coz I don’t know him that well…? LOL Have any of the 11 told you they loved you?This is turning out to be hilarious. Well, only 3, 4 and 5. Paul still has not told me he loves me, but that’s probly coz I’m too young for him.
more than just an insanely catchy song, it has great lyrics - angry, philosophical, poetic. Bow to the king. Some things refuse to die, and this masterpiece is one of them I have to find my peace 'cause no one seems to let me be False prophets cry of doom What are the possibilities I told my brother There'll be problems, Times and tears for fears, We must live each dayLike it's the lastThe world keeps changing Rearranging minds and thoughts Predictions fly of doom The baby boom has come of age We'll work it out I told my brothers Don't you ask me for no favours I'm conditioned by the systemDon't you talk to meDon't scream and shoutShe prays to God, to Buddha Then she sings a Talmud song Confusions contradict the self Do we know right from wrong I just want you to Recognize me In the templeYou can't hurt meI found peaceWithin myself
I am ridiculously positive today, after weeks of being a walking angst-pot. Not that I woke up bright-eyed and dancing (my mornings have always been and will always be charmingly cranky). But my day has gone as smoothly as milky French butter, I am happily obsessed with Paul Stanley (because life seems empty without stuff to obsess over), my couple of potentially award-winning radio scripts got approved by boss, my neck muscles still hurt from headbanging at the Urbanscapes live show last Saturday, I recently bought an awesome pair of platform combat boots, and my talented colleague David drew a cool-ass picture of me in fishnet stockings and KISS makeup. Actually it looks more like my foxy alter-ego than the actual me, but it's great to look at when I'm feeling down. Just to know that that's how someone sees me is a superb ego booster.
Anyway, because I am a compulsive sharer, I just needed to share this. So for those of you who are starting to think that I am almost unnaturally miserable for a pretty lucky, reasonably attractive person, I do have good days. Perhaps tomorrow I may be pissed again; but for now, Peace to You All.
"You know we ain't always winners,
but this is the life we choose
And we won't change or rearrange,
and we ain't never ever gonna lose."
Take note guys. No harm being safe, anyway...Check your windows & homes
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Latest News: A house in Mindanao, Phillippines was breached by covert surveillance from an unidentified source. Rumours have been going round that this CCTV-like spying device, known only as EYEBALL, has been infiltrating every place imaginable - from wet markets to playgrounds to public toilets in Japan. This clip ( http://www.metacafe.com/watch/2945983/is_eyeball_watching_at_your_window/) has been circulating the Internet: proof that even the last safe boundaries of your four walls at home may not be safe from EYEBALL. Citizens have advised to check their doors, windows and surroundings for any recording devices. So far no proof of illegal installations have been detected; yet these clips are evidence that there are unknown parties intent on spying on every detail of everyday lives. More videos can be found here: http://www.metacafe.com/channels/EYEBALLwatches/
You've got your mama's style
but you're yesterday's child
So jaded
You think that's where it's at,
but is that where it's sposed to be?
In all its misery, it will always be
what I loved and hated
And maybe take a ride
to the other side we're thinkin' of
We'll slip into the velvet glove
And be jaded
Yeah, I'm so jaded
And baby I'm afraid of you
You're thinking so complicated
I've had it all up to here
But it's so overrated
Love and hate it
Wouldn't trade it
Love me, jaded
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Do you need some time
on your own
Don't you know you need some time
all alone
I know it's hard to keep an open heart
When even friends seem out to harm you
But if you could heal a broken heart
Wouldn't time be out to charm you
So never mind the darkness
We still can find a way
'Cause nothing lasts forever
Even cold November rain.
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i'm tired. 5 minutes ago i sipped my tea and felt suicidal. my evening hit a new low and i wanted to scream, but there's no place to scream here.
i hate it. let me out
love and hate it
wouldn't trade it
...i know that you can love me
when there's no one else to blame.
everything must have its season
even cold November rain.
i want to get some real sleep for once.
Dear DiGi, stop sending me offers for that David Archuleta concert. I hate, repeat, HATE David Archuleta.
brain iz blocked.
my art director is gonna get mad at me soon for not giving him any lines ..
there is this bloke in my office with a seriously annoying laugh. sorta high-pitched and... squirrelly
should probly not drink so much tea (see 1st line of rant), but nothing feels better than hot tea in cold office.
bloody skin is being dry & rashy. it just gets like that sometimes...will pass
Holy FUCK. brain iz still blocked
this is kinda like a whole week's worth of Twitter feeds compressed into one entry.
A Twitter feed by a pissed off, vaguely depressed, brain-comatose, poke-me-the-wrong-way-and-i'll-break-your-fingers-one-by-one person who is really quite nice on most days.
on the bright side, Clockwork Orange is a really interesting movie. Bit long though. what is it, 5 hours? watched the 1st half yesterday and shall continue tonight.
OK - signing off now. Finally got those lines thru.
am hungry. again. wtf is WRONG with the monster that is my appetite?
gonna go now before i get pissy again. cheers
An experiment that you can either suffer or avoid right now: a journal entry comprising random shots of whatever is coming to mind right now. Oho! So you are still here. Whoever you are. Today, I just feel like writing shit. Good shit, bad shit, whatever spills out of the old bean (is that a quaint English expression for 'brain'? - i believe it is.) Even though I string sentences together for a living, I never get tired of it. ---- Speaking of which: after experiencing a few major bash-head-against-nearest-wall brain blocks of late, i think i'm starting to get better. writing challenging headlines is starting to come a little easier. while I'm still no blinding genius, it's a natural healthy progression and a good sign. I need to try and be a bit more positive about things. usually I'm on the "be a cynical realist and get pleasantly surprised" camp, but hell, i don't mind switching sides just for laughs. ---- On a less mental and more physical note, I seem to be getting hungry more easily these days. Perhaps it is an improved metabolism from working out and building some muscle (which, as you fitness freaks will know, burns energy way better than fat). Perhaps it is merely that I am craving some of my fave fried/cheesy/carb-laden foods after cutting back for about 3 months now. (i get orgasms just thinking about pasta and crisp curly strips of bacon.) Still, those 3 months have given me a noticeably tightened-up figure several colleagues and even me own mom has complemented me on. The trouble about losing all that spare fat, though, is knowing you can't put it back on without the same people noticing. Also, some of my pants won't fit anymore. as added motivation, i have a nice pair of tight sexy jeans i bought after i started losing weight. my generous bum can now fit into a size prevously reserved for those blessed with eternally toned bods. and i intend to continue fitting into those jeans. how, i dunno. i love food; i really do. god what a curse. ---- Does listening to hard rock day in, day out on earphones eventually cause you to lose your hearing? even at a very moderate volume? asked a few people this, they haven't been able to give me a definite answer yet. Guess i'll find out...eventually. ---- didn't know we had a meeting scheduled today at a client's office. as i was signing in at the guard house over there, i read the signage of house rules & whatnot applying to guests - and had a good laugh. "All visitors must be properly attired." I was wearing mini shorts, black lace showgirl stockings and boots. (like i said, i'd only just got informed of the meeting today. in this line your work attire is whatever you feel like putting on in the morning.) anyway, the lady we were seeing is a good sport. no one really cared. and it wasn't a presentation, just some minor revisions on a TV spot...so. ---- i cannot believe i only recently discovered how to create YouTube playlists. all the while i thought you could only make playlists from your own vids, but turns out you can use other ppl's stuff as well. In 3 simple steps. What a joy. (I try to credit all the original posters though..) ---- why am i still here? i need to get back to work. ---- why are YOU still here? am i really that fascinating, or do you just enjoy picturing my newly-toned legs inb those stockings? get a hobby. 
I'm a cranky bitch right now. My first significant piece of regional work, a concept and tagline that would have seen the shores of Singapore, Japan and several other locations across the globe, has been abruptly halted due to - what else? - the big, sinking Titanic machine that is the economy.
Everything was going smooth as butter. My art director's visuals were spot-on, the client loved my tagline, and a shoot was due to take place any coming day. Then this morning, with one brief e-mail, our baby was shoved under the guillotine. But unlike an Alice Cooper show, you can't sew this baby's head back on. The product will be launched on schedule; but it will be a quiet slide-in to their alloted shelves on the market minus the advertising. (Or, they might hire some small-time agency that charges half what we do...in fact I'm starting to see a trend here; this has happened before, and it will likely happen with increasing frequency.)
Thanks a lot. What could have been a big break for me - or at least something that would have made my folks proud - has been relegated to the KIV (Keep In View aka we have no money and in fact, you're getting bloody expensive to hire) attic of We'll Think About It When Pigs Begin To Self-Levitate.
Of course it ain't anybody's fault. (Well, it's probably SOME party's fault but I'm not inclined to become an economics expert and go on about the mechanics of how major global recessions happen.) It's just tough bloody luck. My career will most likely be taking off slower than I expected. SIGH... And I thought I had an advantage because I was lucky to get into college at 18 and start work shortly before reaching 20. I thought well, I have a headstart and maybe I don't need to sweat it so much.
Fuck was I wrong.
It's the first time I've actually started worrying for my career since the worldwide meltdown began. If big projects start dying like flies, I might well be out on my arse sooner than I thought.
Anyway, excuse me coz I'm gonna go throw a hissy fit. I feel like a spoilt kid, but I reckon everyone deserves to be a bit of a brat occasionally.
My first regional job!!!!!!!
Thank you for understanding. It helps -- maybe not the situation, but it feels good to have someone know exactly what you're talking about. And someone with your experience, who can be smart and assuring without being smug, been-there-got-the-Tshirt. Someone who is firm when firmness is needed, someone who is decisive without being uncompromising. And with whom I can talk about almost anything. I admire you so. Sometimes I almost think I'm attracted to you -- which is completely and grossly ridiculous.
Perhaps we simply spend too much time together.
I do dream about you sometimes; more often than I am comfortable with. I wake up confused and a little creeped out. You are not what I would call sexually attractive. Not to me, anyway. Yet perhaps my subconscious is drawn to you for deeper reasons; the way people should ideally see each other, inside first and outside later.
I had better stop now. Better not to be too specific.
It's just that, in a time when I feel scattered and unsure and a little neurotic, I want someone who knows and appreciates my strengths to...well, to turn to. Confide deeper in, the way I've just begun to. Forget our present situation and just know each other like we were maybe meant to.
Maybe. And maybe not.
I'm beginning to feel seriously disturbed. Hmm
for everything
- except my family who is wonderful, and my friends who always know what to say
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She said, I feel stranded
And I can't tell anymore
If I'm coming or I'm going
It's not how I planned it
I've got a key to the door
But it just won't open
I know, I know, I know
Part of me says let it go
That life happens for a reason
I don't, I don't, I don't
Because it never worked before
But this time, this time
I'm gonna try anything to just feel better
Tell me what to do
You know I can't see through the haze around me
And I'd do anything to just feel better
I can't find my way
God I need a change
And I'd do anything to just feel better
Any little thing that just feel better
She said, I need you to hold me
I'm a little far from the shore
And I'm afraid of sinking
You're the only one who knows me
And who doesn't ignore
That my soul is weeping
I know, I know, I know
Part of me says let it go
Everything must have a season
Round and round it goes
And every day's the one before
But this time, this time
I'm gonna try anything that just feels better
Tell me what to do
You know I can't see through the haze around me
And I'd do anything to just feel better
I can't find my way
God I need a change
And I'd do anything to just feel better
Any little thing that just feel better lyrics & music: 'Just Feel Better' Santana & Steven Tyler
There are many ways of starting the new year. One of them is working on your resolutions, which you will probably give up by March. Another is getting ready for American Idol 2009 by watching Season 6 marathons, which requires far less commitment and is much more entertaining. The new season commences this Jan 14th.
I have never been an avid supporter of overly manufactured pop stardom – even though, being a 90s child, I grew up listening to a lot of Backstreet Boys – but I unashamedly admit to being a fan of the Idol show. Why? Because it’s fun. Because I split my ribs laughing at the various oddities you get in the audition stage. In fact, let’s talk about the auditions. It’s a big world out there, with countless strange phenomena that would doubtless leave any of us gobsmacked; but I dare any country to match the celebrity-obsessed, camera-hogging weirdness that America delightfully churns out every year.
One thing that really puzzles me, aside from the above, is the level of self-delusion to which average people can rise (or sink). But then ‘average’ may be the wrong word. The average person would never claim to have been compared to Mariah Carey while keeping a straight face. Nor would the average person plumb adventurous depths of indignity by going down on their knees before the judges, pleading for another chance to torment the eardrums of millions.
No, these have to be the mentally derailed ones. What’s amazing is the rate at which the land of the free births them.
Is it some kind of social and cultural condition? The price of seeking individual happiness and glory? The years and years of delusion brought on by tabloid consumption and stargazing? Probably all that, and more. This is a country where every waiter is an actor in the making, and every chance to be in the spotlight is not to be shunned unless you’re Amish or exceptionally ugly. It’s an eternally optimistic nation where the masses never tire of pop stars singing terribly overdressed versions of Star Spangled Banner at each Super Bowl. You just have to applaud a people like that. Where other countries would eventually see their national anthem handed back to where it belongs (read: national parades and other appropriate occasions), in America such Super Bowl phenomena is perfectly fitting. Because that pop star belting out “and the home of the bra-a-ayyy-ayy-ave!” embodies the dream of the common citizen: to rise above the daily shmuck in their own rags-to-riches story and become the next…well, American Idol.
Here’s to another delicious season of madness.
Warning: do not listen to 'Way Back Into Love' when you currently have a crush on someone. And especially not in the office. It gives you a sickeningly mushy, faraway look as that schoolgirl fluttery feeling you thought you'd left behind in teenhood puts a stupid smile on your face. It just so happens that Hugh Grant's singing voice is somewhat similar to... his voice. It's that classic musical film moment where you look into each other's eyes and discover what you should have known all along, blah blah. Or girl starts singing her heart out while doing some mundane thing, guy hears her and magically joins in, causing them to look for each other and finally meet. I mean, just imagining him singing (and singing that song with me) sends lightinign up my spine. I cannot believe these words are spewing out of my keyboard; they sound as cliched as any romantic outpouring I've ever read or heard. I sound like the diary of a fifteen-year-old, complete with heart-shaped doodles and a pink lock and key. I shouldn't even be writing this, not here anyway. It belongs in my private journal - the old-fashioned paper kind - that no one reads but me (and my Muse, but that's a story for another day). I try to keep my blog interesting and witty, because in a way I owe it to you people who read my stuff. Even if it's nothing but ramblings, I try to make them interesting ramblings. This is hardly turning out to be interesting. Maybe I should just stop here. You know, the genius of 'Way Back Into Love' is not its lyrics. Its lyrics are tacky and typical of bubblegummy pop. It's the pure, simple, honest melody. You hear it and you know that's how it feels like - not so much the hot-blooded passionate part of infatuation, but the vulnerable and slightly naive person inside of you who against all odds continues to hope, and dream. It's that part of the hardest person that is tender and sweet and secretly enjoys pink sugar-frosted things. Eww but true. Anyway, in case you're interested, here's the song. <object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fvXHMhmCLW4&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fvXHMhmCLW4&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>
I am actually going to go onstage to receive my first ad award. Omg Omg Omfg.
In fact, Omfg is pretty much the most intelligent this post is gonna get. Right now I'm just counting the hours to that glorious moment of walking into the place, knowing I'm already a winner.
It's really, really hard not to feel like a cocky bastard today. I'm generally against egomania, but I do believe that everyone deserves their one day of ego-tastical triumph. I think we all need to feel like that once in a while.
Anyway, it may not be a super-prestigious award show -- it's no Clio, haha -- but it is part of an established international association. And like I said, there really is nothing like your first time.
I am so hyper right now. Should I go strut around some more, or just start jumping about like a maniac? Choices, choices.
Somebody is gonna get drunk tonight, babeh! One of the best things about ad award shows, besides the general glamour-ness, is the open bar.
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P.S. you may not know them, but I owe much of my victory to my super team Sunny Ng and Elizabeth Tan. And I'd just feel like an ungrateful biatch if I didn't mention them, so. Sunny & Liz, I love you to death. And I do swear if anyone says anything unreasonably bad about you, they will get it.
Brilliant bit of writing by some dude with an awesome, snarky sense of humour. Copied and pasted from my friend's Facebook page
This is dedicated to my fellow Malaysians, as well as those who happen to keep up with our dearest nation's sad state of affairs....
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From:
To:
Sent: Wednesday, November 26, 2008 9:23:15 AM
Subject: Fatwa-fatwa yang akan datang - Please read
Makin hari umat Islam makin ditindas dan dikongkong. Bukan oleh orang Cina, atau orang India atau orang Yahudi atau orang Kristian. Tetapi dianiya dan dikongkong oleh orang Islam/Melayu sendiri. Please read on.
Selepas fatwa pengharaman yoga, fatwa-fatwa yang akan datang adalah seperti berikut :
Disember 2008
Orang Islam dilarang mandi di kolam renang awam. Di kolam renang awam, akan terdapat orang-orang yang bukan Islam yang memakai pakaian renang yang singkat dan mendedahkan aurat (terutamanya amoi-amoi china yang cun dan seksi). Ini boleh menjejaskan akidah orang Islam. Cara yang paling baik ialah kita haramkan orang Islam dari kolam renang awam.
Januari 2009
Orang Islam dilarang pergi ke Pulau Pinang. Ketua Menteri Pulau Pinang adalah seorang yang bukan Islam and majoriti penduduk Pulau Pinang adalah orang yang bukan Islam. Apabila seorang Islam berada di Pulau Pinang , beliau mungkin terhidu bau char keoy tiaw yang dimasak oleh orang bukan Islam dan ini boleh merosakkan akidah kita. Cara yang paling baik ialah kita haramkan orang Islam dari pergi ke Pulau Pinang. Orang Islam yang kini tinggal di Pulau Pinang akan diberi elaun pindah sebanyak RM 3000 untuk membantu mereka berpindah ke negeri-negeri yang lain. Perpindahan ke negeri Kelantan dan Terengganu amat amat digalakkan.
Februari 2009
Orang Islam dilarang meminum root beer. Walaupun root beer tidak mengandungi alkohol, namun perkataan "beer" ini boleh menimbulkan keghairan dan kelakuan tidak senonoh di kalangan orang Islam. Dengan pengharaman root beer, orang Islam bolehlah meminum minuman ringan yang lain tanpa was-was. Ginger beer juga diharamkan.
March 2009
Orang Islam dilarang memakan di kedai Mamak. Walaupun mamak kebanyakkannya Islam, tetapi asal usul mereka adalah India dan ada kemungkinan terdapat unsur-unsur India di dalam perniagaan mereka seperti bercakap Tamil dan memakai seluar dalam buatan India . Untuk mengelakkan sebarang syak wasangka, mulai 1 Mac 2009, orang Islam dilarang dari memakan di kedai mamak (kecuali Tun Mahatir kerana dia sendiri mamak kelas I)
April 2009
Orang Islam dilarang bermain ping pong atau table tennis. Ping pong berasal dari negeri China dan oleh yang demikian, mungkin terdapat unsur-unsur agama Buddha atau Confuciusism di dalam permainan ping pong. Ornag Islam yang terlalu banyak bermain ping pong akan terjejas akidah mereka. Sebagai permainan alternatif, orang Islam digalakkan bermain sepak raga (tetapi bola raga mesti buatan Malaysia , bukan dari Thailand ).
Mei 2009
Orang Islam yang berkerja dengan kerajaan dilarang mengambil gaji masing-masing. Ini kerana sebahagian besar pendapatan kerajaan adalah cukai pendapatan yang dibayar oleh syarikat-syarikat orang bukan Islam. Orang Islam digalakkan meminta sedekah dari orang Islam yang lain. Untuk memudahkan permintaan sedekah, bakal peminta sedekah digalakkan mencangkung di hadapan bangunan UMNO.
Jun 2009
Orang Islam dilarang keluar negara. Terdapat terlalu banyak godaan yang boleh meruntuhkan akhlak dan akidah orang Islam. Perkara ini telahpun dikaji dengan teliti hasil lawatan sambil belajar ke Bangkok oleh Majlis Fatwa Kebangsaan baru-baru ini. Oleh yang demikian, orang orang Islam diminta menyerahkan balik paspot masing-masing ke jabatan immigresen secepat mungkin. Perjalanan keluar negara hanya dibenarkan untuk menteri-menteri dan orang kuat UMNO sahaja, itupun hanya jika diiringi oleh ahli Majlis Fatwa Kebangsaan.
Julai 2009
Orang Islam dilarang berfikir di waktu siang. Kebanyakkan masalah jenayah dan maksiat wujud kerana orang-orang yang tak ada kerja berfikir yang bukan-bukan. Untuk membenteras maslah jeneyah dan maksiat, orang-orang Islam mulai 1 Julai 2009, dilarang dari menggunakan otak mereka diwaktu siang. Pemikiran mereka akan dipantau oleh Majlis Fatwa Kebangsaan dengan menggunakan sekumpulan specially trained monkeys. Orang Islam boleh menggunakan otak mereka di waktu malam tetapi pemikiran dihadkan kepada perkara-perkara berkaitan dengan makan dan minum sahaja.
 I am proud to say that I can run, walk and party on a total of 45 minutes sleep. One of the interesting things I found out during the annual Grey company trip -- themed Lost In Langkawi. Because apparently some of the committee members are nuts about the LOST TV series, as well as exhausting athletic activities involving treasure-hunting and mission-solving in the blistering seaside sun. Ah well. Requisite team-building events are more or less unavoidable during trips like these, but the up-side was a gorgeous 5-star hotel consisiting of chalets that looked out on picturesque scenes like the beachside and lotus ponds. And free booze. The summary of my tiring 3D2N 'holiday': 1st day -> Arrive in Langkawi || duty-free shopping, check in and go shower (ahh, nothing beats a nice bath after a journey) || swigging chilled Tiger at the poolside since it was a little too late to actually go anywhere || dinner together || yamseng || more yamseng + those stupid games you play when you've had a little too much (e.g. sticking one's hand into an ice bucket & seeing who can outlast the other) || adjourn to pub || return to hotel at about 3.40am. The said pub is Sunba, a nice crowded place which has an awesome reggae-&-rock band. We thought it was a five-muinute walk from the restaurant where we were at, but it turned out almost 20 minutes -- no laughing matter if you're already a bit wobbly from Chivas. It is, however, the nearest watering hole to the hotel; at least the only one worth mentioning. During the last leg me & another girl hopped on somebody's rented motorbike and speeded there in a minute. It was absolutely exhilirating. I haven't been on a bike in like 10 years. (And all these happened on literally less than an hour's sleep, becoz we were on a super-early flight and I didn't quite sleep all night. Because i give up sleeping when u hv to wake at 4am, it's just impossible.) 2nd day -> Wake up godawfully early (OK not godawfully.. about 8am, which is godawful for me) || quick shower to wake myself up and go breakfast || telematch (I just hate that word right now, being a nonsporting person) on the beach and around the hotel, finally done (yays!) and go grab a nice long bath || zip out for lunch & walk around the nearby street outside with 2 of my colleagues || decide to take cab to cable car ride, which brings us to an awesome mountain view of like half the island || return in time for dinner where each team has to perform a dance according to their theme name. Our name was the Bodacious Bulls, and we decided to do a chaotic matador+rodeo+cowboys&indians performance, it was fucking hilarious. I had to resist the urge to fall down laughing on stage || after dinner & drinking, lots of dancing, progressing to dirty dancing where you do mock-blowjobs on people and get straight-as-arrows men to fondle each other's nipples || somehow manage to go to Sunba, again (this time in a cab) || get mad & exhausted || return to hotel at 4am (and wake my roommate, again. the same thing happened in Phuket last co. trip...next time, must get party animal roommate.) 3rd day --> Drag meself moaning out of bed at 9am, jump in the shower to revive myself || quick breakfast || jump back into bed for quick snooze || check out of hotel & bus ride to airport ... and on this fine Monday when most of my colleagues are now nursing hangovers at work, I have applied for a day's leave in advance, so here I am recuperating (haha) from my unfit muscles complaining and minor alcohol poisoning. i have a sore throat from not drinking enough...water, and have a sexy Bonnie Tyler voice. =P
Woooo Updates! To all my fans, I've missed you too, dah-lings!OK ignore the fans bit. (Although if you do happen to be a fan of mine for whatever reason, drop me a message and explain why. Mayhap you feel my aura of sheer sexiness thru my humble site?eh?) This is just me popping in after being too occupied with facebook to manage my other sites. We are all gulty of cyberspace-hogging, and I am no different.Random stuff has been running through my mihnd recently, none of which is related to my lfie in the slightest. During a boredom-induced conversation with my brother a thought came up of a chocolate & coffee factory/wonderland. It's like a tour-and-taste thing, plus a spa where they lather cocoa & coffee beans on you (an existing treatment, said to be wonderful for the skin), outlets that sell coffee-scented incense sticks (who wouldn't want to wake up to THAt in the morning?) and fine chocolate fragrance (for dispelling those "Not tonight, I have a headache" moments). There will be towers of arabica beans and fantastic sculptures of ten kinds of melted pralines. There will be a mini-museum dedicated to the history of these fine products. Oh, and all chocolate MUST be mixed by waterfall. (if you don't get the Willy Wonka allusion....too bad.)More factories should be made into wonderlands. It's great PR for the brand, makes for happier, more productive workers, and brings in extra income from school trips & the like.Also, I've recently gotten interested in world-building again. Also known as conworld -- short for "constructed world". http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Constructed_world I've yet to think of a name for this planet, mainly because the idea didn't start with the planet but with a single person: Druill Erygthar.Who is Druill Erygthar, you ask? It was nothing more than a character I thought up for a Neverwinter Nights game (one of the Dungeons & Dragons spawn). he would be half elf and half barbarian -- simply because one of the characters I had created in that game a few years back was a half-elf half-barbarian named Amereis Lang-fae, and I've been obsessed with that particular breed over since for some odd reason.[I am not an avid gamer, btw. I'm not even a gamer at all. That was a one-time thing, and I didn't even complete the whole mission -- my bro took over near the end.]Anyway, from there it spawned off into a brief background. The thought of Druill Erygthar came to me on one sleepless night, btw. yeah, that's what sleeplessness does to you. Druill is the bastard child of an elf-woman and a wild barbarian invader (who died shortly after, becoz mysterious dead fathers rock). Then I started thinking about where he lived and what sort of trouble his DNA might get him into. Along came his beautiful, headstrong elf-mother: Palla Kelaris, who married the king or patriarch of the House Of Erygthar and became queen, or matriarch of the clan. Like 'Druill Erygthar', the name Palla Kelaris too came like a wind in the night. Followed shortly -- albeit a bit less inspirationally -- by Gythen Erygthar, the patriarch and Palla's spouse. He was originally Gythen Skarlass before taking on the surname of the clan when ascending to the throne, as is the custom. Palla is exempt from this because she is of elven blood. The wedding is in itself is against tradition -- the Erygthar are good and noble people, but terrible sticklers for purity of blood. And historically they did not get along too well with elves. However, they are immensely fair and willing to live and let live once in a while. Besides, Palla is both loveable and very competent as a ruler. She is just a wee bit...wild. As is typical of elves in this world. They are a bit like hippies, only fiercer. They really do believe in free love. Marriage is simply a way of staying spiritually faithful to one another and ensure children grow up with two parents.Bit of trivia: I googled the name Erygthar, and haha, it hasn't been taken yet!Druill was exiled to the mage-isle of Iridea and raised by the sorcerers there. The sorcerers are going to be immensely fun to write about, because due to the magic in their blood and in the air, they have hair and eyes in every shade -- viridian green, indigo, mauve, silver, crimson. And it is not uncommon for their skin to glow like gold or their veins to be shot with silver. An old mage, Rafa Yanteri, would become a strong mentor figure to Druill. And Druill would accidentally kill him with, believe it not, a spell went wrong that he attempted to try and impress a mage-girl.I have no doubt that all this demise of father figures is gonna have some consequences on Druill's psyche, especially when he is seduced shortly after by Mellatr the Siragon Queen, but let's not get Freudian here. Besides, Rafa Yanteri actually lives on as a voice in Druill's head. Wehther this is a figmnet of the boy's imagination is undetermined, but it's gonna be quite fun because Rafa is this snarky, sarcastic, dry voice that reluctantly guides Druill through the growing pains stage with lots of squabbling in between.Oh, and another thing: on this world, each region, nation or island has its own little sun. How cool is that? Some of them have moons, while the others have to spend a load on fire or electric power to light up moonless nights.Right. Now that I've gotten some of that conworld info into the cyber-sphere...who's gonna help me write/illustrate/whatever the rest? Haha. Coz I have a bad habit of dreaming up grandiose creations and then leaving them unfinished. I like to paint big pictures but I'm horridly lazy when it comes ot filling in the little bits. My friend Tommy a.k.a. gingertom84 has already built several complete or near-complete worlds and countries, complete with geographical details, economic status and political structure. That's how good he is at this. And anyway, Druill Erygthar was conceived by sheer chance. If I'd manage to sleep he would never have been born. Soon his 'life' will hang in the balance as my dedication to writing his story putters out, like a dream that never was.Kinda like that factory wonderland. =)- - - -when i flesh it out a bit more, i may post what i've created on a site called Wet Paint, kinda like a free wiki site where you can start your own topic on anything under the sun and let it grow from there. that would be great becoz then other people -- perhaps one of u generous souls -- might chip in with anything that will keep Druill's story going.After all. he still has a twin sister to reunite with.Did I miss that out? ;)Anka Erygthar, the other bastard twin. Coz yeah, there were twins. Nothing original about twins in fantasy, to be sure. But this tale never started out as something that aimed for dazzling originality. This is a love child -- happened by accident, oops, but there u have it: conceived out of pure impulsive, erm, love.
The saga that should be written in honour of the 'interesting' events that have shaken the nation these past 2 months.
The score of this tragic, comedic, horrifyingly entertaining saga includes the following:
Knock Three Times (On My Back Door)
Sung by Saiful, an apparently innocent young man who was allegedly taken advantage of by Anuar, a closet homosexual and head of Parti Keadilan Rakyat (PKR).
Hopelessly Devoted To You
Starring Wan Azizah, the leading lady of PKR who would give all for her closet homosexual husband. Only God knows what goes on behind their closed doors...
I Heard A Rumor
A song about the repeated crime of sodomy that would throw Anuar back in jail and hence save many an ass. Sung by the entire Ministry except for Badawi, who is asleep in this scene.
Holding Out For A Hero
Performed on the streets and in the blogosphere by the supporters of Raja Petra, the rebel and political commentator who is repeatedly persecuted for refusing to shut up
Another Brick In The Wall
"We don't need no thought control," chorus the disillusioned citizens of Malaysia in protest of the govt's democratic-turned-autocratic rule. A chorus heard by everyone save Badawi, who is asleep in this scene.
Cell Block Tango
Convinced of their innocence, ISA prisoners Raja Petra, Teresa Kok and (newly released) reporter Tan Choon Heng insist that "they had it coming all along. 'Cause if they used us, and they abused us, How could you tell us that we were wrong?"
And the refrain that is sung by Najib Tun Razak several times throughout the play:
Getting Away With Murder by Papa Roach
(Lyrics: I feel irrational / So confrontational / To tell the truth I am / Getting away with murder
It isn't possible / To never tell the truth / But the reality is I'm getting away with murder)
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