Applause to Mr. Spiritual Leader Nikky, who achieved unexpected enlightenment lately together with the knowledge that he and his “gang” are the only ones privi to the luxury of heaven after death.
“The Islam preached by P*S is different from the Islam practised by U*no members as the latter will not get Muslims anywhere and definitely not to heaven.
“Based on this, I believe the people of ********* Pasir will vote for the P*S candidate Ms. Man to represent them,” he told reporters after accompanying the opposition candidate to the nomination centre on Monday.
I give this dude an A for effort. Talk about creative politics. This is creativity at its most creative. However, I don’t think this was a smart move. I mean.. COME ON…-_-!
(title of post taken from movie of the same name. no pun intended.)
Monday, May 3, 2010
DaiLy earnings
As I was heading back to my car after tahPaU-ing my usual Sunday breakfast of “PAN Mee” from the coffeeshop beside my neighborhood market, I noticed an oldish man of around 70 at his stall, preparing chee cheong fan for a horde of hungry would-be customers. What brought this particular vendor to my attention was not the large slab of marble used to cook the smooth, slithery noodles but that he was smiling happily to himself whilst going about his work…
I thought then, “He must make fantastic CCF (chee cheong fun)!”
I think I’ll give his noodles a try next week. =)
This simple satisfaction and joy in doing what one does every day for a living isn’t easy to come by. In this sense, the skinny, old Uncle Chee Cheong Fun vendor in my neighborhood coffeeshop is better off than many a tired businessman and weary politician.
I thought then, “He must make fantastic CCF (chee cheong fun)!”
I think I’ll give his noodles a try next week. =)
This simple satisfaction and joy in doing what one does every day for a living isn’t easy to come by. In this sense, the skinny, old Uncle Chee Cheong Fun vendor in my neighborhood coffeeshop is better off than many a tired businessman and weary politician.
Walled in Talk
i know this guy who has this ability to turn a simple conversation into something like a Counter Strike game. An exaggeration? If so, a fairly acceptable one.
Talking to him is more often that not, full of harrowing moments, twisted tongue stuttering moments, and moments of total speechlessness and Like a game of Counterstrike or Call of Duty, its exciting, fun, and it occationally drives one less adept at speech up a wall.
One on one conversation can be as perilous as walking on sharp rocks in a middle of an ocean thanks to this “wall of talk” characteristic in him .
Talking to him is more often that not, full of harrowing moments, twisted tongue stuttering moments, and moments of total speechlessness and Like a game of Counterstrike or Call of Duty, its exciting, fun, and it occationally drives one less adept at speech up a wall.
One on one conversation can be as perilous as walking on sharp rocks in a middle of an ocean thanks to this “wall of talk” characteristic in him .
Walled in Talk
i know this guy who has this ability to turn a simple conversation into something like a Counter Strike game. An exaggeration? If so, a fairly acceptable one.
Talking to him is more often that not, full of harrowing moments, twisted tongue stuttering moments, and moments of total speechlessness and Like a game of Counterstrike or Call of Duty, its exciting, fun, and it occationally drives one less adept at speech up a wall.
One on one conversation can be as perilous as walking on sharp rocks in a middle of an ocean thanks to this “wall of talk” characteristic in him .
Talking to him is more often that not, full of harrowing moments, twisted tongue stuttering moments, and moments of total speechlessness and Like a game of Counterstrike or Call of Duty, its exciting, fun, and it occationally drives one less adept at speech up a wall.
One on one conversation can be as perilous as walking on sharp rocks in a middle of an ocean thanks to this “wall of talk” characteristic in him .
sTunted apples and salted porK
Growth and change is necessary with time isn’t it? A stunted apple can only be a shadow of a full, ripe apple while a piece of dried, salted pork will never attain the glory of being fly-infested and eventually decaying and rotting away into dust.
I foresee some of my readers making certain derisive sounds both mentally and verbally.
“An Apple? A piece of meat? Can she really not come up with better examples?”
To be perfectly honest with you, i probably can’t. See AS FAR as I’m concerned ,
(which isn’t actually that far)
the whole point in writing is to be able to convey a certain message of what I’M thinking, what I want to convey and what I want to say. (Note how it’s all about I. =p)
Hence, it is perfectly acceptable for Me to use these slightly unconventional examples/metaphors as long as whoever who reads this understands MY point.
DO YOU GET WHAT I’M TRYING TO SAY HERE??!!!!
I foresee some of my readers making certain derisive sounds both mentally and verbally.
“An Apple? A piece of meat? Can she really not come up with better examples?”
To be perfectly honest with you, i probably can’t. See AS FAR as I’m concerned ,
(which isn’t actually that far)
the whole point in writing is to be able to convey a certain message of what I’M thinking, what I want to convey and what I want to say. (Note how it’s all about I. =p)
Hence, it is perfectly acceptable for Me to use these slightly unconventional examples/metaphors as long as whoever who reads this understands MY point.
DO YOU GET WHAT I’M TRYING TO SAY HERE??!!!!
my lil obsolete blog
As I browsed through my blog I realized that I was inspired to fight my increasingly slow and cumbersome internet connection, friendster’s refusal to allow me to post anything up unless I sign into my long abandoned friendster account, my lack of faith in my writing skills, and my opinion that next to nobody is going to read these postings in my very well hidden and top secret black and white blog. Inspired by what? Take a look at the last 3 most recent posts… =/
on a lighter note,
The reason why i’m still using this obsolete friendster blog despite the fact that all my other happening friends are using mainly using blogspot is not that I’m trying to make it hard for you avid blog readers
It IS BECAUSE..
Yeah I’m basically making it hard for avid blog readers. Hah! =P
. Wakakaka. Its BRILLIANT
Put ur blog in friendster N NOBODY will wonder into your blog except people who are really really into you and your prattling. (and maybe some random ppl who are bored and still using friendster)
Now if I were to privatize my blog eg : make it unaccessible to the masses, I would probably be able to write a lot more PRIVATE things. Hence create my very own digital diary. However, the blog would lose its purpose as a means of showing of my ideas, my opinions, my happy moments and my unhappy moments and as a way for me to interact with people out there who for whatever reason are actually interested in what I say/write.
Furthermore as all my friends should know by now, This band 6 student Doesn’t like writing at all. But I still dream of a day where i’ll suddenly discover this hidden talent in writing in Me and become the first Malaysian girl to win a Pulitzer prize. *giggles*
Therefore, it is imperative that I learn to express myself via these wordy compositions, and hopefully one fine day I’ll find out that I DO Like writing after all.
on a lighter note,
The reason why i’m still using this obsolete friendster blog despite the fact that all my other happening friends are using mainly using blogspot is not that I’m trying to make it hard for you avid blog readers
It IS BECAUSE..
Yeah I’m basically making it hard for avid blog readers. Hah! =P
. Wakakaka. Its BRILLIANT
Put ur blog in friendster N NOBODY will wonder into your blog except people who are really really into you and your prattling. (and maybe some random ppl who are bored and still using friendster)
Now if I were to privatize my blog eg : make it unaccessible to the masses, I would probably be able to write a lot more PRIVATE things. Hence create my very own digital diary. However, the blog would lose its purpose as a means of showing of my ideas, my opinions, my happy moments and my unhappy moments and as a way for me to interact with people out there who for whatever reason are actually interested in what I say/write.
Furthermore as all my friends should know by now, This band 6 student Doesn’t like writing at all. But I still dream of a day where i’ll suddenly discover this hidden talent in writing in Me and become the first Malaysian girl to win a Pulitzer prize. *giggles*
Therefore, it is imperative that I learn to express myself via these wordy compositions, and hopefully one fine day I’ll find out that I DO Like writing after all.
kl-residents-beware-(U.O.)-unidentified-organism-detected
Would u believe it? a monster sighting!. I was pleasantly intrigued when i saw the headlines in The Star Newspaper yesterday. (On the Front page mind you).
according to the papers There has been various reports by KL residents of sightings of a twelve foot monster in town recently . this Big guy is apparently one of them big friendly giants with the usual monster like average monster-like features such as multiple heads and larger than life size.
now IF i was a monster, what would i Do?? i’d consider it my duty to scare mean people daily on the pretext of promoting my cause.
to SCARE to all corrupted politicky ridiculously idealistic obsolete hypocritic individuals.
(oops im OFF TOPic)
back to my original story.
scientifically speaking, a monster is an organism that is grossly against the norms of an ecosystem. Now IF the monster sighted in KL was really a True monster, its only reasonable there to be OTHERS isn’t it?, or how else would it have come into existence in the first place>?
i don’t think even monsters can just spring out of thin air into existence.
hence, i guess i can make a conclusion that there’s more than one of these interesting beingss in malaysia. in fact, maybe there’s a whole TRIBE of them dwelling in some forgotten deserted place in kl.
now if i only knew where…
here’s an interesting extract on the “Goddess of Envy” according to pagan roman beliefs.
in a filthy slimy shack where Invidia (Envy) dwelt deep in a dreary dale, a gruesome sunless hovel, filled with frost, heart-numbing frost, its stagnant air unstirred by any breeze, for ever lacking warmth of cheerful fire, for ever wrapped in gloom. . Her cheeks are sallow, her whole body shrunk, her eyes askew and squinting; black decay befouls her teeth, her bosom’s green with bile, and venom coats her tongue.
now THAT’S “a green Eyed MOnster” *pun intended*
hehe. only there’s no mention of green eyes here. just the green boobs. i mean green bile. =)
according to the papers There has been various reports by KL residents of sightings of a twelve foot monster in town recently . this Big guy is apparently one of them big friendly giants with the usual monster like average monster-like features such as multiple heads and larger than life size.
now IF i was a monster, what would i Do?? i’d consider it my duty to scare mean people daily on the pretext of promoting my cause.
to SCARE to all corrupted politicky ridiculously idealistic obsolete hypocritic individuals.
(oops im OFF TOPic)
back to my original story.
scientifically speaking, a monster is an organism that is grossly against the norms of an ecosystem. Now IF the monster sighted in KL was really a True monster, its only reasonable there to be OTHERS isn’t it?, or how else would it have come into existence in the first place>?
i don’t think even monsters can just spring out of thin air into existence.
hence, i guess i can make a conclusion that there’s more than one of these interesting beingss in malaysia. in fact, maybe there’s a whole TRIBE of them dwelling in some forgotten deserted place in kl.
now if i only knew where…
here’s an interesting extract on the “Goddess of Envy” according to pagan roman beliefs.
in a filthy slimy shack where Invidia (Envy) dwelt deep in a dreary dale, a gruesome sunless hovel, filled with frost, heart-numbing frost, its stagnant air unstirred by any breeze, for ever lacking warmth of cheerful fire, for ever wrapped in gloom. . Her cheeks are sallow, her whole body shrunk, her eyes askew and squinting; black decay befouls her teeth, her bosom’s green with bile, and venom coats her tongue.
now THAT’S “a green Eyed MOnster” *pun intended*
hehe. only there’s no mention of green eyes here. just the green boobs. i mean green bile. =)
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