bengbuster!

Scientologists a-okay!

2006-09-04T19:37:00.000+08:00

well i can firmly say not all scientologists are as crazy as tom cruise... nor are they that weird...though they're pretty much like any other religion...they have a philosophy on life that in some aspects make sense to me..and aspects that don't....well mind you this is all from my one 2 hour experience in the church of scietology...one hour service and one hour video....service was all about dianetics which i studied before going.....it does make sense to an extent....then there was a video sort of troy mclure style from the simpsons....that was a weird video....though there was a bit of an anticlimax to the whole experience coz there was no alien talk....then again i could have asked but that would not have been very "culturally intelligent" which was all part of my assignment....and man are there A LOT of books by hubbard ....which strangely enough i'm curious to read..but i was very happy that i wasn't persuaded persistently and uncomfortably to convert..or buy books...or audit..or test..anyways all i can say for now are scientologists are a okay!

Malaysia ROCKS!!! So do my shoes!!!

2006-09-01T21:28:00.000+08:00

I love my country. All the bullshite and all the whores. I still love it. And I love it so much that on my country's birthday I went out and bought a pair of shoes. They are soooooo cool and soooo cute!!! THEY ROCK!!!! I love my shoes!!!

i'm simply irresistable.

2006-08-28T19:51:00.000+08:00

sorry, mate. she might be your girlfriend, but i've already fucked her. two steps ahead all the time, eh? life's a bitch.

was it really by chance? i'm sorry if you feel that you get all the hand-me-downs and spoilt goods, but hey, at least you're getting someplace, yeah?

sorry.

okay, not really.

I will wait for you..

2006-08-23T22:37:00.000+08:00

If it takes forever
I will wait for you
For a thousand summers
I will wait for you
Till you're back beside me
Till I'm holding you
Till I hear you sigh
Here in my arms.

Anywhere you wander
Anywhere you go
Every day just remember
How I love you so
In your heart believe
What in my heart I know
That forevermore I'll wait for you.

The clock'll tick away the hours one by one
Then the time will come when all the waiting's done
The time when you return and find me here and run
Straight to my waiting arms.

If it takes forever
I will wait for you
For a thousand summers
I will wait for you
Till you're here beside me
Till I'm touching you
And forevermore sharing your love.

Unsure

2006-08-23T15:52:00.000+08:00

I don't even know if half the things I do are right anymore.

I don't want to look back and think that each step I took then led towards my falling into a pit of regret.

I look at her, and everything falls into the realm of i-dont-know.

I look at them, and I wonder if i belong here.

I look at myself, and wish i made the right choices at a different time.

I'm such a loser, because i already know what a loser is, and yet i'm repeating stupidity.

FUCK.

So I say THANK YOU...

2006-08-19T00:18:00.000+08:00

A lot of people hate their jobs. I'm not saying I hate my job, hell I haven't been at it long enough to establish enough of a relationship to distinguish whether I hate it or not. But anyway, I figured as long as I had these 3 things to start out everyday, I will always be motivated and be as fresh as daisies :)

1) My MP3 Player

Lord only knows what I'd end up becoming without Music. And having a portable device that churns out tunes when u want them, just the way u want them is a godsent. Of course when a fellow commuter stares at me with disbelief, I know I probably over did it with my less than graceful immitation of the Steve Tyler rubber face/mouth.

2) Alessandro Nesta

I take the LRT to work. All the way from Kelana Jaya to KLCC. During peak hours of 7.45 am to 8.45am I might add. Everyday, he smiles at me as I make the trip from the station to the tunnel. And everyday I smile back :) This larger than life picture of a man I will never meet much less get to bed, plastered on the wall of the KLCC LRT tunnel. But Alex, if you are reading this, CALL ME!!!

3) SUPER CUTE GERMAN

8 minutes down the road from KLCC unto Jalan P Ramlee, there he is. Without fail. Messy curly hair, tall and slender tanned body, jeans and slightly crinkled shirt, with his backpack and nerdy glasses. We pass each other everyday, and hes always looking hot and flustered, no doubt getting used to our climate. He probably works for an IT company and is some genius programmer hotstuff. But his smile is some kind of wonderful.

if only it were easy to de-louse a nation.

2006-08-17T15:09:00.000+08:00

semalam, bila aku ngan member-member ku tengah lepak kat mamak, ade satu awek cun ngan tetek besar. ku rasa bila dia kecil, dia suka minum soya bean. s'bab, mak aku selalu kata soya bean bagus 'tuk tumbesaran tetek.

'pas tu, kempit mula berpuki-mak dengan kepuki-makan yang amat membingunkan - kotek tu jerit ngan kuat-kuat "woi! ada pompuan tetek besar yang suka minum soya bean. ku nak tonceng s'karang!"

"jom kite main lagu scorpion ngan kapok aku.. bila dia dengar solo kite yang giler babi terror, jamin dia nak romen kite kat tandas masjid jamek..."

of course, none of this is true. but i swear i've heard portions of them before at a combination of places - dj's jelutong, the tandoori place in uptown, on the sidewalk of central market...

i like to remind myself how uncouth the lower-rung of our racial demographic can be. in their ball-constricting lee cooper jeans and neanderthal-man looks, there's nothing that could possibly repulse as bad as the common kutu armed with a kapok, a pack of gudang garam's and his koncho-koncho.

i'm just a little overcome with jealousy because i just discovered these fuckers make pretty decent money busking along the sidewalks of central market and in the passageway of the klcc lrt station - they don't even sing well!!

they get to make unpleasant catcalls to just about any big-tittied female, they get away with not bathing or combing their hair, worse off - in the event of fucking up anything (school, job, relationship), most people will easily let it slide because on the heirarchy of social scum - they are pressed with the least expectations in life.

yesterday, one of them borrowed my lighter and returned it covered in an oily secretion - no doubt a standard byproduct of kutus these days seeing as they don't bathe.

fucking kutus.

snow in sydney

2006-08-16T20:09:00.000+08:00

yesterday's weather was crazy....it was really hot for winter during the day and by 4 o clock....rain and hail..which was so pretty bad that it was like snow as you can see for yourself...note that the grassy areas was in front of the quad castle-y building at usyd...and all of it was covered in ice..and the idiot i am was was intending to walk through the grass for novelty factor..but realised i would slip when i tried walking on a small patch...though it wasn't as bad as further down that was covered up to the ankles which would have been fun to play with....and haha (in a nelson from the simpsons tone) to those people who i saw in the day time wearing thongs and shorts/skirt to uni who had to suffer in the cold

compressing the chemicals

2006-08-15T02:54:00.001+08:00

damn she was good tonight. it was fun.

swapping spit is a turn on. no matter how far you are in your meaningless relationship, a kiss is the sambal that the nasi lemak desperately needs. otherwise, tak shiok. there's no ooomph to it. and then you're in trouble.

back in ally mcbeal, ling believed that the first kiss was an indicator of whether or not she'd enter a relationship with someone. doesn't really work for us because we can't be as picky as lucy liu. no taste test, though that'd be fun lah.

but the instant arousal that i get from a kiss is instant gratification at its best. low input, high returns. it's economics at its finest. wooooohoooooo. a nice, drunk, slobbering pecker.

i wish all nights could be like tonight, but let's stay satisfied for this one lah.

mmmmmm. hormones. chemicals.

speaking of chemicals, that fucker who sprayed dr. m is one smug fella. if he's trying to make himself a martyr, he's definitely not doing it the right way. he should become a guerilla ulama. that's the only way to make yourself a martyr in the muslim world.

i mean, what kind of civilized person want would to consciously and deliberately spray someone with pepper spray (barring self-defence)? my god, man. his mama should spank him. and then some.

this mahatir-badawi battle is entertaining. it's good to see both men stand their ground. most people would say that it's unravelling umno, but this was probably bound to happen. and once the party (undoutedbly) bounces back from this, it's back to business. this is just one of those political things. such things are beyond me.

i'm only concerned with making out with underaged girls. damn, they're good.

Whore.

2006-08-14T18:12:00.000+08:00

I fucking hate reading her shit. The way she thinks that her fucking happeningness gets to me like crazy. Bigfuckingdeal, you went to maison. Bigfuckingdeal, you went to jazz fest. Don't be such a baby about it. Forfuckssake, stop deluding my friends into believing you're actually a nice person.

Whore. Fucking comrade whore. I don't even know how does your period not overflow and flood the whole of the valley.

Whore.

There is a rat

2006-08-14T11:33:00.000+08:00

I sense it.

Scurry scurry, through each hole. Meaning to be alone, undetected, so close.

I'm beginning to enjoy the pseudo-anonymity. It's like putting on a monkey mask and running around a room full of people with a monkey mask.

My superior is a bitch. HAHAHAHA.

Fucking hell.

why bother with themed parties

2006-08-13T20:29:00.000+08:00

i really don't understand the concept of themed parties. the chances of failure is probably like 99%. with the exception of office parties where people make an effort to make an impression on the boss. went to a 20th crazy hair party yesterday which was i had to say was pleasantly okay themed. as in 30% of people made an effort. and a handy hint for anyone with thick hair...don't bother trying to make a mohawk-ey thing...IT DOES NOT WORK....even with half a pot of gel....

though i haven't personally been to a themed wedding and have suggested to a couple to have themed wedding...(i.e. the pirate themed wedding at the ship or a mc donald's wedding or a star wars theme)....i reckon siti should have a.....disney beauty and the beast themed wedding! ..well there's always a hello kitty themed wedding.....no?

The REAL reason Malaysia's Pop Princess is tying the knot

2006-08-12T11:30:00.000+08:00

The ONLY reason why Siti is marrying her Datuk is cos he gives it to her NICE and HARD!!!

Why would she marry someone much older and as rich as her? Hes not royalty, hes not drop dead gorgeous, hes not famous (well NOW he is), plus shes like the 3rd wife ( he divorced the first before her, divorced the 2nd one because of her)...

Her Nickname for him is " PAK BESAR "

Go figure...

don't cha wtf?

2006-08-12T07:12:00.000+08:00

Culture Arts and Heritage Minister Datuk Mohamad Arif Abdul Rahman: "I believe the way the Pussycat Dolls behaved onstage amounted to gross indecency." (click for source...not local coz i'm never punctual reading papers so it's old news lah)

there goes all hope. instead of fining the pussycat dolls, i'm pretty sure that they could've just banned them outright by looking up who they were before they performed. looking at the country for what it is, i'm pretty sure that the concert promoter has to get approval from some pakcik with a nametag somewhere yea?

indecency? "sexually suggestive" routines? these people. i bet they went to the concert and liked what they saw. i mean, greasy, dowdy middle-aged men staring at hot women? usual lah. even my father likes watching fitness displays at malls. he's old mah. he cannot get that kinda loving for free. of course watch lah. not that there's anything wrong with it.

people who bought the tickets knew what was gonna happen. i doubt that anyone found it offensive at all.

can these people who've fined the dolls honestly be offended by it? fuck, no. i don't see why they'd be. no logic. you know that the dolls are like that so why let them in, in the first place? coz you want to get the fees and then you want to fuck them back by asking for more money. wtf?

now all those local pcd fans have to start some lame online petition and signature drive so that the lalas will come back next time.

fucking stupid. someone here needs to relaxxxxx a bit and chillll. i guess that a bit of bump and grind makes us so mad.

hmmmm.

2006-08-11T03:02:00.000+08:00

for some strange reason, my co-conspirator's obsession reminded me of siti nurhaliza. (click for souce)

why she's marrying this datuk k? twice her age and just as rich as her. she's like a gazllionaire in malaysian standards. must be true love lar. either that or datuk k has scored the ultimate malay dream wife.

that's the picture of moral values there, yea? innocence, cuteness and sweetness. she's like cendol that never turns hard.

though a very bad replica of mah kau's dreamgirl down there.

still, if they let the public into her wedding at the klcc...it'd be a wedding fit for a queen. megawedding. very rock and roll. four dresses, multiple designers and shit like that. wahlau. who wouldn't want to marry her?

score for you, datuk k.

foolish mental daze

2006-08-11T01:36:00.000+08:00

SHE'S THE ONE GIRL I WANT NOW.
I DON'T KNOW HER NAME,
BUT I WILL CROSS OCEANS,
I WILL SHOOT DOWN THE SUN FOR YOU,
AND I WILL MAKE SWEET LOVE TO YOU.

YOU DON'T KNOW ME

BUT I KNOW YOU.

the lateness, the lateness.

2006-08-10T23:49:00.000+08:00

the government finds that bloggers might become public enemy number one. that's good...it means that there's a new public nuisance in town. so the next time i fuck my wife and she moans and groans her loud way to an O, at least i can tell the bandaraya people barging in that there's a neo-leftist geek next door reporting for malaysiakini.

but really, since we don't have a real first amendment, why are we so uproarious about this? what's new? it's not like it's a total surprise. things like these happen in our little, quaint, myopic country. they can trace our ip addresses if they want to...they might even have started doing that a while ago. who knows?

so many things going wrong here. who needs to make threats about our reputation being tarnished from the outside when already it's bad enough from within? we're destructive. there's no need to have ppl like lloyd's wipe us off as being an area that risks war...the only ppl we really fight with are the singaporeans. they go for national service for 2 years...we go for three months. if singapore invaded johor tomorrow, they'd probably claim it in a heartbeat. luckily for us, we can sink the island.

ah. the sweet smell of success.

loud loud loud.

2006-08-05T04:10:00.000+08:00

everyone loves a good protest. the lebanon/israel fiasco has the world angry. and why shouldn't the world be angry? it's like poachers. the whales. trees. people get riled up. it really is an injustice.

but...protests are loud. especially when you're trying to have a class. and if the protest takes place outside the only fucking atm in the area...ugh. and, if things are done in such a way that they can't be reversed, it can be dangerous. burning flags...not good, no? makes us look as if we're the extremists.

i don't want to be labelled as coming from a country full of muslim extremists...i'm not even muslim. sigh. siaoness. you can taste it.

some protesters want to fly around southeast asia to spread awareness. we get the images in realtime. and other protesters are protesting everywhere. maybe in places where classes are being attended...and maybe in places where there's only one atm in the area. noisy. ugh. bothersome. like mosquitoes. the message is good; the execution is bad. why waste money flying around when you can spend it on better things? save your money; buy some padi. make life better for the petanis.

stupid. they never use their heads. rash. siao.

there are other ways to spread the message. getting attention is good, but not if what you're doing is siao. it only makes you look siao. only that.

siapa bodoh sekarang?

today i kicked a beng in the nuts.

2006-08-03T08:48:00.000+08:00

yeap! he came up to me. a mohawk. goldenrusted hair. typically bad, gangstaish beng.

he asked if i wanted to buy dvds.

i shook my head and walked on. i wanted to buy langsat.

he kept on pestering me. i turned to him and said "sorrylah, not interested".

but he refused to give up. you gotta love someone who isn't a quitter. but maybe it was my hair that attracted him.

(note: not all bengs are gay...only androgynous).

what could i do?

i kicked him the fucking balls!

naturally. annoying. i know that we should be polite and oh-so-oriental but shit...the last thing i need to ruin my day is a gay beng wanting me to give him money for his services.

aiiii.

so sad.