The thing about the egg or chicken dilemma, what ever the outcome maybe, it does not really affect anyone who happens to not have any problems with enjoying both forms.
Let's face it, eggs are eggs - despite being infamous for its high cholesterol content, we still love it cause tis really hard not to. And someone tend to mention something about being high in protein, which theoretically means, good loh!
Remember coming home from school one hot afternoon, when dead leaves give out a nice crushing sound when you step on it. 14, latch-key veteran, hungry. HUNGRY.
Need something delicious, hot, quick, easy - now.
Zombied into the lonely kitchen, glanced a bit at yesterday's gulai lemak and zoomed straight to the fridge. Opened the clasped door - felt a rush of cool air - smelt the whiff of raw veggies - and there it is - them eggs.
Sitting quietly on the top right corner - eggs. Shell intact, lovely brown hue - eggs. Breakable but in other ways tough.
Grabbed one - once sitting on palm, heard the devil said tis too small. Tried closing the fridge's door but it was too late - left hand had swiped another one and leg quickly put things to stop. Barely saw it move but suddenly the fridge's closed.
Then lightning fast - pan, stove, fire, broken shells - flipping motion - done.
And behold on the kitchen dining table - le kicap. The dark ink of slum origins that makes everything in the world all nice. With a number of black pearly drops and a little twist even the simple fried eggs seems gourmet.
Chicken it's a different matter.
Slaughter. De-bulu-ing. Cutting. Cleaning. Cooking. Ooh what hassle. Eat.
Another formula - drive to Jaya Jusco. Go to poultry section. Pick desired chicken part. Pay. Go back. Cook. Realised don't have enough ingredients. Upon the brink of giving up, decides to just fry them chicken. So fry. Eat.
Yet another formula - go to mamak stall. Sit. Order chicken. Eat. Get a shock upon paying. Realised actually in Mahboob hence the startling price.
In many ways I see eggs denoting simplicity, chicken complexity.
So when a piece of news hits and the first thing that crossed mind was, "Hmm, egg or chicken? Chicken or egg?", tend to get a gut feeling that says this is something that will never be solved, and even if it is, it doesn't really matter now, does it?
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Beautiful Beserah
Here's a luverly photo I took with my beloved Nokia 6600 of Beserah beach in Pahang, plus a couple more. Yes moi went on hol and came back happy... Yes this entry is a finally a happy one cause I'm in the process of letting go all of the bad vibes in the hen/duck coop...
^ The serene Beserah beach snapped at fast pace - since no one trust my driving I get to lepak in the car and go shutter crazy.
^ Nasi dagang found en-route to Chukai from Cherating.
^ Ah, Chukai's own Malayan Banking Berhad! What a wonderful sight when you're running out of cash!
^ The serene Beserah beach snapped at fast pace - since no one trust my driving I get to lepak in the car and go shutter crazy.
^ Nasi dagang found en-route to Chukai from Cherating.
^ Ah, Chukai's own Malayan Banking Berhad! What a wonderful sight when you're running out of cash!
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
Don't agree with me, but it's true that...
... the farmer of the coop is a weirdo who always goes missing till its an hour before the coop's closing time.
... the farmer of the coop thinks one's part time job should take more hours into one's real day job and that would not create trouble for the hens in the coop.
... the farmer is a nutjob who thinks everything can be turned into edible chicken poop in three tangy flavours.
... the farmer is so stupid thinking that the fact that most of the hens are keeping quiet in the coop because they truly do not have any more shit to deliver (when in truth, the hens are always a bunch of creative productive poultry).
... the farmer is so shallow and spineless that all the hens in the coop are now ducks. Yes ducks, ducks paddling in the water, ducks, that what the hens are all now.
... the farmer of the coop thinks one's part time job should take more hours into one's real day job and that would not create trouble for the hens in the coop.
... the farmer is a nutjob who thinks everything can be turned into edible chicken poop in three tangy flavours.
... the farmer is so stupid thinking that the fact that most of the hens are keeping quiet in the coop because they truly do not have any more shit to deliver (when in truth, the hens are always a bunch of creative productive poultry).
... the farmer is so shallow and spineless that all the hens in the coop are now ducks. Yes ducks, ducks paddling in the water, ducks, that what the hens are all now.
Friday, March 31, 2006
M! The Ops!pera
Riding on the crowd's current flavour for theatre offerings (thanks to PGL hype) M! The Opera finally came to me last night.
First impression:
- "Wah seats baekk punya! Thanks a lot Abang Badak Biru Yang Tak Dapat Balik Kampung Raya Tahun Lalu!"
Second impression:
- Eh, apesal lambat start nih?
Continuing on:
- Hmm... chaosnye opening act dia... Vocals tenggelam dek orchestra la pulak... Nasib ade subtitles... Besides, the set looks Oscar-ly inspired glam!
- Oh M masa kecik-kecik dulu rupenye - ha ha ha... quite funny lah Azean!
- And that "pondan" character - hmm, familiar, oh yeah saw him in the same kebaya outfit in Ghazal Party Queen last year, ooh didn't know he/she could sing that well - voice control and projection baekk gitu!
- Why lah everyone keep measuring each other's breasts ni - kot iye pun tukang jahit takkan la tak amik ukuran kat tempat lain kot? Sukatila cik director and choreographer...
More acts down the road:
- Hmm... best juga lagu "There is no time... There is no time..." layan.. layan... *eh interrupted* "Paula Malai Ali punya breasts pun kena ukur on stage juga!" says a friend.
- From another friend: "Perasan tak bila tengok lama-lama, texture muka Khir Rahman sama la dengan father dia A. Rahman Hassan!" Says I back to her: "Texture muka ye Intan?"
- And Khir's most memorable line tonight goes something like this: "Apesal nak stress? It's only a dress!"
Intermission:
- Ooh... ramenye kaum artists... Shuhaimi Bab the film director, Rafi the guitarist, tu sape ke tu - "Roy Azman la.." says my friend. And that deejay... And model Bernice Chan... And actress from Bolehwood... And the actor who played Rahim Razali's first son in Split Gravy on Rice...
- Eh eh big big boss aku pun ade? Takde lah tinggi sangat. Senyumlah, senyumlah ahai cek mek - Aiyoyo kadavoley he smiled back! Quick must transfer very important sub-conscious message to his brain wavelength now: ~Bagi~la~ bonus~... ~Bagi~la~bonus~...!
- A mate was asking, how come the girls are all singing soprano? My take on that: The men have to ultra-low and females ultra-high so that the pondan's vocal range can be slotted in the middle. Tis only fair. Ahhah...
After intermission:
- Aik dah ade yang dah balik? "Don't they want to know the ending?" asks my officemate. "Agaknye they could not connect with the opera kot?" says moi back.
- Eh dah start - ek awat jadi lagu nih? Sepi ni still the angel or already a devil? Didn't she had something going on with that pelat Kerabat just now?
- Wow, that has got to be M's second most memorable line tonight: He goes, "Kahwiiiin dengan akuuuu!"
- Ooo... camtu rupanye... ala.. habis camni je ke? Anti-climax la pulak...
After the show:
- The same officemate asks, "So how would you rate it?" Says I, "To me, my benchmark would be how much they managed to connect with the audience. Actually I'm kinda disappointed that Jit, S.Rastam, Jo & co didn't get under my skin this time.. Ops! But it's not fair to compare M! with their previous works, which are all of a different genre.."
- Oops terserempak - singer Shafinaz still remember her super juniors la.. suka la si Pipa dengan Intan tu!
- Teh tarik at Pelita anyone? Four takers - reminiscing the days of Split Gravy on Rice, Bolehwood and Gross Indecency: Three Trials of Oscar Wilde and Alang Rentak Seribu. Just when I thought one drama is enough for one night, another one kick-starts... Oops!
First impression:
- "Wah seats baekk punya! Thanks a lot Abang Badak Biru Yang Tak Dapat Balik Kampung Raya Tahun Lalu!"
Second impression:
- Eh, apesal lambat start nih?
Continuing on:
- Hmm... chaosnye opening act dia... Vocals tenggelam dek orchestra la pulak... Nasib ade subtitles... Besides, the set looks Oscar-ly inspired glam!
- Oh M masa kecik-kecik dulu rupenye - ha ha ha... quite funny lah Azean!
- And that "pondan" character - hmm, familiar, oh yeah saw him in the same kebaya outfit in Ghazal Party Queen last year, ooh didn't know he/she could sing that well - voice control and projection baekk gitu!
- Why lah everyone keep measuring each other's breasts ni - kot iye pun tukang jahit takkan la tak amik ukuran kat tempat lain kot? Sukatila cik director and choreographer...
More acts down the road:
- Hmm... best juga lagu "There is no time... There is no time..." layan.. layan... *eh interrupted* "Paula Malai Ali punya breasts pun kena ukur on stage juga!" says a friend.
- From another friend: "Perasan tak bila tengok lama-lama, texture muka Khir Rahman sama la dengan father dia A. Rahman Hassan!" Says I back to her: "Texture muka ye Intan?"
- And Khir's most memorable line tonight goes something like this: "Apesal nak stress? It's only a dress!"
Intermission:
- Ooh... ramenye kaum artists... Shuhaimi Bab the film director, Rafi the guitarist, tu sape ke tu - "Roy Azman la.." says my friend. And that deejay... And model Bernice Chan... And actress from Bolehwood... And the actor who played Rahim Razali's first son in Split Gravy on Rice...
- Eh eh big big boss aku pun ade? Takde lah tinggi sangat. Senyumlah, senyumlah ahai cek mek - Aiyoyo kadavoley he smiled back! Quick must transfer very important sub-conscious message to his brain wavelength now: ~Bagi~la~ bonus~... ~Bagi~la~bonus~...!
- A mate was asking, how come the girls are all singing soprano? My take on that: The men have to ultra-low and females ultra-high so that the pondan's vocal range can be slotted in the middle. Tis only fair. Ahhah...
After intermission:
- Aik dah ade yang dah balik? "Don't they want to know the ending?" asks my officemate. "Agaknye they could not connect with the opera kot?" says moi back.
- Eh dah start - ek awat jadi lagu nih? Sepi ni still the angel or already a devil? Didn't she had something going on with that pelat Kerabat just now?
- Wow, that has got to be M's second most memorable line tonight: He goes, "Kahwiiiin dengan akuuuu!"
- Ooo... camtu rupanye... ala.. habis camni je ke? Anti-climax la pulak...
After the show:
- The same officemate asks, "So how would you rate it?" Says I, "To me, my benchmark would be how much they managed to connect with the audience. Actually I'm kinda disappointed that Jit, S.Rastam, Jo & co didn't get under my skin this time.. Ops! But it's not fair to compare M! with their previous works, which are all of a different genre.."
- Oops terserempak - singer Shafinaz still remember her super juniors la.. suka la si Pipa dengan Intan tu!
- Teh tarik at Pelita anyone? Four takers - reminiscing the days of Split Gravy on Rice, Bolehwood and Gross Indecency: Three Trials of Oscar Wilde and Alang Rentak Seribu. Just when I thought one drama is enough for one night, another one kick-starts... Oops!
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
The desired effect brought on by nasi beringin
For those who know what nasi beringin is all about, you know this is true.
When you that lousy environment in the coop and you just want to zombie through the day, go as fast as you can to the little nasi beringin stall. Ask for the whole magical she-bang, that's what you need to do:
"Full, not half serving of that spell-bound rice you must start with."
"Ayam Goreng or Daging Rendang on the plate next (or both, see if you dare)."
"Side-sambal of tentacled seafood or cholesterol drained egg to complement the ensemble."
"And semi-fermented vegetable at default setting you'll always get."
"Lastly swear for that one time you must against all caffeine-infested antidote liquid - fend yourself against the temptation of Kopi "C" Ais and NesLo Ais from Yoges (don't trust the smile from the drinkmaker who sells Amway stuff on the sideline)."
Then eat... eeeeeeat! Eat and get zonked out.
And that you will succumb to right after you hear you tell your lunch mates "Naah, we don't have a fixed lunch time..."
Be zombie! Be merry!
When you that lousy environment in the coop and you just want to zombie through the day, go as fast as you can to the little nasi beringin stall. Ask for the whole magical she-bang, that's what you need to do:
"Full, not half serving of that spell-bound rice you must start with."
"Ayam Goreng or Daging Rendang on the plate next (or both, see if you dare)."
"Side-sambal of tentacled seafood or cholesterol drained egg to complement the ensemble."
"And semi-fermented vegetable at default setting you'll always get."
"Lastly swear for that one time you must against all caffeine-infested antidote liquid - fend yourself against the temptation of Kopi "C" Ais and NesLo Ais from Yoges (don't trust the smile from the drinkmaker who sells Amway stuff on the sideline)."
Then eat... eeeeeeat! Eat and get zonked out.
And that you will succumb to right after you hear you tell your lunch mates "Naah, we don't have a fixed lunch time..."
Be zombie! Be merry!
Thursday, March 16, 2006
Tribute to Pressure
Note to Ariel: Yah babes, I shoulda listened to you - must fly the coop before I go crazy. The subsods win again - fuck them all, fuck the nloody anal guy who protects them first instead of me. They're all wankers glazed with nutmeg and whipped cream plus a dash of chocolate sprinkles, all ready to be tied with barbwire then castrated inch by inch (as SC always suggests) then fed to the ants part by part and left for dead right in the middle of Saruman's monster-makin lab and right before they close their eyes and block their brains from thinking you quote that 3 year old kid you overheard at the party and say, "Babi gedik!"... Whoa, that feels good. The kid really knows his stuff.
On days you just want to tell everyone in the coop "Fuck you! And you! And you too!", sing along to this David Bowie & Queen song in your head:
Under Pressure
Mm ba ba de
Um bum ba de
Um bu bu bum da de
Pressure pushing down on me
Pressing down on you no man ask for
Under pressure - that burns a building down
Splits a family in two
Puts people on streets
Um ba ba be
Um ba ba be
De day da
Ee day da - that's o.k.
It's the terror of knowing
What the world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming 'Let me out'
Pray tomorrow - gets me higher
Pressure on people - people on streets
Day day de mm hm
Da da da ba ba O.k.
Chippin' around - kick my brains around the floor
These are the days it never rains but it pours
Ee do ba be
Ee da ba ba ba
Um bo bo
Be lap
People on streets - ee da de da de
People on streets - ee da de da de da de da
It's the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming 'Let me out'
Pray tomorrow - gets me higher high high
Pressure on people - people on streets
Turned away from it all like a blind man
Sat on a fence but it don't work
Keep coming up with love but it's so slashed and torn
Why - why - why?
Love love love love love
Insanity laughs under pressure we're cracking
Can't we give ourselves one more chance
Why can't we give love that one more chance
Why can't we give love give love give love give love give love give love give love give love give love
'Cause love's such an old fashioned word
And love dares you to care for
The people on the edge of the night
And loves dares you to change our way of
Caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is our last dance
This is ourselves
Under pressure
Under pressure
Pressure
P/S: I hate bad days. The coop should really get me a shooting range plus some ammo to work with on days like this, cause I'm not about to be called unproductive. Let me at least shoot the idiots out of the picture.
On days you just want to tell everyone in the coop "Fuck you! And you! And you too!", sing along to this David Bowie & Queen song in your head:
Under Pressure
Mm ba ba de
Um bum ba de
Um bu bu bum da de
Pressure pushing down on me
Pressing down on you no man ask for
Under pressure - that burns a building down
Splits a family in two
Puts people on streets
Um ba ba be
Um ba ba be
De day da
Ee day da - that's o.k.
It's the terror of knowing
What the world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming 'Let me out'
Pray tomorrow - gets me higher
Pressure on people - people on streets
Day day de mm hm
Da da da ba ba O.k.
Chippin' around - kick my brains around the floor
These are the days it never rains but it pours
Ee do ba be
Ee da ba ba ba
Um bo bo
Be lap
People on streets - ee da de da de
People on streets - ee da de da de da de da
It's the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming 'Let me out'
Pray tomorrow - gets me higher high high
Pressure on people - people on streets
Turned away from it all like a blind man
Sat on a fence but it don't work
Keep coming up with love but it's so slashed and torn
Why - why - why?
Love love love love love
Insanity laughs under pressure we're cracking
Can't we give ourselves one more chance
Why can't we give love that one more chance
Why can't we give love give love give love give love give love give love give love give love give love
'Cause love's such an old fashioned word
And love dares you to care for
The people on the edge of the night
And loves dares you to change our way of
Caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is our last dance
This is ourselves
Under pressure
Under pressure
Pressure
P/S: I hate bad days. The coop should really get me a shooting range plus some ammo to work with on days like this, cause I'm not about to be called unproductive. Let me at least shoot the idiots out of the picture.
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Must see: The Producers
If you like comedy, music, stylized dancin' and you LOL-ing in the cinema, the film The Producers will make you do just that. I was lucky enough to get a seat in the press screening just this morning and I'm glad I got out of bed early.
Betul, sakit perut ketawa yang sangat tak tahan oohh... Coming to you this March 30th, 2006.
Photo courtesy of Yahoo!Movies and Universal Pictures
I bet if IB brings the play in, it'll cost you some RM100 just to get the way above seats at the upper circle! So since you can enjoy this gem at RM10...
Betul, sakit perut ketawa yang sangat tak tahan oohh... Coming to you this March 30th, 2006.
Photo courtesy of Yahoo!Movies and Universal Pictures
I bet if IB brings the play in, it'll cost you some RM100 just to get the way above seats at the upper circle! So since you can enjoy this gem at RM10...
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
A tiny moment of wallowing in self-pity
Today's NST (Pg 20) article titled "Ex-gratia for MAS staff" reports that as part of a strategy to boost morale, all MAS staff will receive RM1,000 each later this month. This move will cost the company RM21-freakin-million.
That's three times the amount this coop needs to give all of its hens one month bonus, moreover the coop just reported some 40+% increase in profit tu! Comparatively MAS has a loss of a whopping RM1.3-freakin-freakin-billion last year alone!
Mak ai! Apekah maa'na nya semua ini? I don't know what makes sense anymore!
Do I need to distract myself with news on Mawi's appoinment as KL Tower ambassador or Siti's alleged affair with Datuk K being disahkan?
Frustrated, I am. Shan't be able to stop myself from turning to the dark side! (Turning right now...)
O Darth Maul, o sith with red and black melon colour-scheme head....
Rise thou from ashes...
And grant me apprenticeship...!
Can call me Darth Makan oso! (Pun not intended!)
p/s: Can someone remember the lyrics of Sudirman's Merisik Khabar? Need to sing that now since can't get the PGLM tune that goes "Melaka... Oh Melaka..." tune outta my head!
That's three times the amount this coop needs to give all of its hens one month bonus, moreover the coop just reported some 40+% increase in profit tu! Comparatively MAS has a loss of a whopping RM1.3-freakin-freakin-billion last year alone!
Mak ai! Apekah maa'na nya semua ini? I don't know what makes sense anymore!
Do I need to distract myself with news on Mawi's appoinment as KL Tower ambassador or Siti's alleged affair with Datuk K being disahkan?
Frustrated, I am. Shan't be able to stop myself from turning to the dark side! (Turning right now...)
O Darth Maul, o sith with red and black melon colour-scheme head....
Rise thou from ashes...
And grant me apprenticeship...!
Can call me Darth Makan oso! (Pun not intended!)
p/s: Can someone remember the lyrics of Sudirman's Merisik Khabar? Need to sing that now since can't get the PGLM tune that goes "Melaka... Oh Melaka..." tune outta my head!
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
PGLM extended - I knew it!
Except that I still don't know if I'll get tickets - the IB line has been busy since I started calling this morning...
The only thing I can do right now is be a Malaysian - If got, got lah. If no got, no got lah.
The only thing I can do right now is be a Malaysian - If got, got lah. If no got, no got lah.
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Valentine oh Valentine
Yesterday I saje-saje caught a photo of my friend, who was mengelamun again as usual (she really digs mengelamuning for some odd reason and even tell people ahead if she's about to lapse into a session so that we won't bother her till she's done - beat that!).
As advised via the speaker on Mobile Film Clinic (hosted by Nokia and Discovery Networks Asia), I placed my friend slightly off-centre on the "right thirds of the grid" plus gave her some "looking room" - that achieved, and I managed to capture a couple in action as well:
^ My mengelamuning friend is not the guy who has that nicely rounded, balding head nor the siamese twin joined at the crotch.
Sigh, they've prolly caught the Valentine's bug. Looks like Asians on the street have truly embraced that popular TV culture, public show of affection and such... Funnylah, when we don ketayap, light pelitas and ask for money in red packets we call it staying true to our Oriental culture, but is that the extent of it?
As advised via the speaker on Mobile Film Clinic (hosted by Nokia and Discovery Networks Asia), I placed my friend slightly off-centre on the "right thirds of the grid" plus gave her some "looking room" - that achieved, and I managed to capture a couple in action as well:
^ My mengelamuning friend is not the guy who has that nicely rounded, balding head nor the siamese twin joined at the crotch.
Sigh, they've prolly caught the Valentine's bug. Looks like Asians on the street have truly embraced that popular TV culture, public show of affection and such... Funnylah, when we don ketayap, light pelitas and ask for money in red packets we call it staying true to our Oriental culture, but is that the extent of it?
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Wedding in the digital era
I recently attended a friend's wedding, and look how high-tech we've all become...
^ Nak pergi Teluk Intan je, tapi siap guna GPS module tuh...
^ Video/photographers with manual SLRs still stand out but me from my seat can catch some cool shots too with my trusty ol' cameraphone..
^ Nak pergi Teluk Intan je, tapi siap guna GPS module tuh...
^ Video/photographers with manual SLRs still stand out but me from my seat can catch some cool shots too with my trusty ol' cameraphone..
Monday, February 06, 2006
Message in the ang pows
The Dog Year, from what I've gathered from conversations here and there, is a year that requires one to work harder. True enough - when I didn't work hard collecting ang pow from my favourite Oriental uncles, I was rewarded with a measly RM10 of total collection.
RM10! That's 50% decline from my previous year's achievement!
If red packets be considered as a sign of times to come, I'll say we're heading for a rough year ahead. With oil prices expected to reach the three figure per barrel and the government's subtle hints that they can no longer increase subsidies... go figure.
A friend emphasized, "I even got a packet that has RM4 in it, can you believe it?! It's like saying death is a better option than the future that lies ahead! Siau hoh!"
Luckily being a Malay, RM4 doesn't carry a bad omen for me. In fact the number is actually, sincerely and mathematically 50% better than the RM2 I got from the nice biscuit lady at the Gunung Rapat market (not that I'm ungrateful, just being analytical here).
Hence generously I offered, "Hey if you don't want it, I can take care of it for you..." She didn't surrender that particular ang pow she was talking about, though, but at least I tried.
RM10! That's 50% decline from my previous year's achievement!
If red packets be considered as a sign of times to come, I'll say we're heading for a rough year ahead. With oil prices expected to reach the three figure per barrel and the government's subtle hints that they can no longer increase subsidies... go figure.
A friend emphasized, "I even got a packet that has RM4 in it, can you believe it?! It's like saying death is a better option than the future that lies ahead! Siau hoh!"
Luckily being a Malay, RM4 doesn't carry a bad omen for me. In fact the number is actually, sincerely and mathematically 50% better than the RM2 I got from the nice biscuit lady at the Gunung Rapat market (not that I'm ungrateful, just being analytical here).
Hence generously I offered, "Hey if you don't want it, I can take care of it for you..." She didn't surrender that particular ang pow she was talking about, though, but at least I tried.
Thursday, January 12, 2006
Tale of two batangs
My friend, A, never knew that there was a place called Batang Berjuntai throughout her 20+years existence. Having lived and studied in the East Coast throughout her younger days, it was only on the day she followed her aunt to Kedah that she found the signboard.
On the other hand, I, never knew that there's a village called Batang Bergedik throughout my 20+years of happy-sad-happy-happy life. Having read newspapers only when I have the time, it was only today when I read the New Straits Time ("'Acid man' finds true love again' pg 15 col 1) that I found out tat in Tanah Merah there is such a place.
On the other hand, I, never knew that there's a village called Batang Bergedik throughout my 20+years of happy-sad-happy-happy life. Having read newspapers only when I have the time, it was only today when I read the New Straits Time ("'Acid man' finds true love again' pg 15 col 1) that I found out tat in Tanah Merah there is such a place.
Booker... Blooker...
Just when you thought you're bloggin' for nothin', someone comes up a great idea to keep you going. For the unitiated bloggers out there, be in the know that if book authors look forward to getting Bookers, bloggers can now look forward to getting Blookers.
As reported by BBC UK, the best books based on blogs are to be recognised in their own literary prize - the Blooker Prize. Shortlisted works will be released in March while winners will be announced on 3 April 2006.
Back in 2003 I started a blog with some friends and we weaved our real-life incidents, real-life communication, real-life affairs even to make our so-called chic-lit more relevant to the real people out there.
However, some people perasan pulak with what we wrote, thinking it was some kind of direct insult to them without knowing that we've spiced it up, makin it to more ficticious than anything else - bodoh betul.
Anyway... too bad lah they didn't take up English 111 seriously (like, hello, critical reading!). But we didn't wanna jinx the blook (blog-based book), we halted the project...
But we're working on something much more fun soon after we killed the real-life-to-fiction blook. It has something to do with food - now if any calorie counting person out there gets offended and think it's our ploy to attack anyone over, under or just the right weight we're not gonna layan lah this time...
... cause we want our Blooker lah!
As reported by BBC UK, the best books based on blogs are to be recognised in their own literary prize - the Blooker Prize. Shortlisted works will be released in March while winners will be announced on 3 April 2006.
Back in 2003 I started a blog with some friends and we weaved our real-life incidents, real-life communication, real-life affairs even to make our so-called chic-lit more relevant to the real people out there.
However, some people perasan pulak with what we wrote, thinking it was some kind of direct insult to them without knowing that we've spiced it up, makin it to more ficticious than anything else - bodoh betul.
Anyway... too bad lah they didn't take up English 111 seriously (like, hello, critical reading!). But we didn't wanna jinx the blook (blog-based book), we halted the project...
But we're working on something much more fun soon after we killed the real-life-to-fiction blook. It has something to do with food - now if any calorie counting person out there gets offended and think it's our ploy to attack anyone over, under or just the right weight we're not gonna layan lah this time...
... cause we want our Blooker lah!
Thursday, January 05, 2006
Sing, sing, song
Thanks to whoever was previously using the Fifth Generation iPod 60GB unit I am currently reviewing, I am now hooked to this yesteryear hit, Beautiful Ones by Suede. Had you been a teen in the late 90s, Suede will be a really familiar name, alongside Weezer, Oasis and the likes...
Beautiful Ones
Suede
(Coming Up)
high on diesel and gasoline
psycho for drum machine
shaking their bits to the hits
drag acts, drug acts, suicides
in your dad's suits you hide
staining his name again
cracked up, stacked up, 22
psycho for sex and glue
lost it to Bostik, yeah
shaved heads, rave heads, on the pill
got too much time to kill
get into bands and gangs
oh, here they come, the beautiful ones, the beautiful ones
loved up, doved up, hung around
stoned in a lonely town
shaking their meat to the beat
high on diesel and gasoline
psycho for drum machine
shaking their bits to the hits
oh, here they come, the beautiful ones, the beautiful ones
you don't think about it,
you don't do without it,
because you're beautiful,
and if your baby's going crazy
that's how you made me,
la, la, la, la...
photo borrowed from www.glam-rock.de, lyrics from www.elyrics4u.com - thanks!
Thursday, December 22, 2005
"Beware of the moon!"
So says Reverand Clement Hedges, who's terrorized by the Were-Rabbit in Wallace & Gromit: The Curse of the Were-Rabbit. I gotta tell ya this is one cool stop-motion animation film.
But then again, sometimes we forget that they are living, breathing things too, just like us. Fortunately Wallace and Gromit of the Anti-Pesto team, along with nature lover Lady Campanula Tottington are heroes to the veggie-lovin rabbits in The Curse of the Were-Rabbit.
I especially enjoyed the script. There's a whole bunch of puns to LOL about if only you're quick enough to spot them. Don't say I didn't ya about the Reverand and the moon!
 | After the adventurous pork and the poultry (I mean Babe and Chicken Run) I never thought things can get so dramatic when it comes to animals that humans can ngap ngap ngap. (Pix borrowed from Y!Search) |
But then again, sometimes we forget that they are living, breathing things too, just like us. Fortunately Wallace and Gromit of the Anti-Pesto team, along with nature lover Lady Campanula Tottington are heroes to the veggie-lovin rabbits in The Curse of the Were-Rabbit.
I especially enjoyed the script. There's a whole bunch of puns to LOL about if only you're quick enough to spot them. Don't say I didn't ya about the Reverand and the moon!
Monday, December 12, 2005
Done this:
1] Put a new link in my bloggie for Bob-siebaby the man who sings his heart out and says all the nice things at the right time.
2] Put a new link to Ariel's new blog, which is still a magical wordical adventure eventhough she claims she's no longer a creature of the divine sort. (Yo Ariel, the word "wordical" is just like geramity, and that means I invented it. I like it cause it rhymes at the end with the word "calculator" at the front. So if any IT taipans wana converge a dictionary with a calculator can anyone guess what they'll use if the word "wordical" gets adopted by Merriam-Webster?)
3] Updated the Band Superfriends blog - simply to spite cute 'lil Sue cause she's not there when they were photographing. Sakat-menyakat is a wonderful thing.
So go check 'em out...
2] Put a new link to Ariel's new blog, which is still a magical wordical adventure eventhough she claims she's no longer a creature of the divine sort. (Yo Ariel, the word "wordical" is just like geramity, and that means I invented it. I like it cause it rhymes at the end with the word "calculator" at the front. So if any IT taipans wana converge a dictionary with a calculator can anyone guess what they'll use if the word "wordical" gets adopted by Merriam-Webster?)
3] Updated the Band Superfriends blog - simply to spite cute 'lil Sue cause she's not there when they were photographing. Sakat-menyakat is a wonderful thing.
So go check 'em out...
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
Seen good movies lately?
I saw Children of Heaven last night - yeah, yeah, I know this is quite a popular artsy movie and I'm a bit ketinggalan in that sense. Bawled out I did, as I saw certain scenes - kesian siot bebudak tu. But I do admire their sensitivity towards their parent's struggle to make ends meet.
I don't know whether I was that bright enough when I was younger, to realize that my parents too had to struggle to provide food on the table, education etc. for my siblings and me. On top of that my ailing grandma was living with us.
My younger cousins - the so called Coffee Beans generation - is a total contrast from Ali and Zahra of Children of Heaven. If Ali told Zahra not to tell their parents about the lost shoes, it is because he knows they both will get trashing from the father, whom he knows has no money to replace it either.
On the other hand, once I heard my uncle complained to my mom that his daughter simply said, "Ala Bah, ice blended kat Coffee Beans RM10 je, bukannya mahal!" and that nearly gave him a surge of high blood pressure.
Friday, November 18, 2005
Girls, you gota get out there!
"If you want to beat boys in cyber games, you can," says the sole female player among the 700 participants from 67 countries in the World Cyber Games Finals in Singapore. She is 24, studying to become an elementary school teacher and has a cleavege. Haiya, manyak susah to photograph one..
Monday, November 07, 2005
Days of dissing dishes
The older your parents get, the more visitors they get. Come Raya time this fact will hit you at full speed, and all you can do is grab some Sunlight and a sponge, and get things started at the kitchen sink.
Of course prior to that there will be all the cleaning and rubbing and mopping and arranging you'll have to do. And as the guests arrive there will be a lot of bancuh airs and hidang kuehs on the way.
Before you could join the crowd for some socializing more guests will arrive, and you're back at step two. That of bancuh airs and hidang kuehs, of course.
Some guests with a tad of kidney failure and slight case high-blood pressure tend to ask for air suam, so there'll be that to take care of too. Young at heart and strong in spirit, that's what they are. Most likely your parent's schoolmate back in Sungai Sumun in 1949.
Kids without fail will be part of the new demographic brought by the guests. Screaming, laughing, running, kencing, TV-remote-control stealing kids. Adorable, pinchable creatures, that's what they are.
And parents with standard control measures: "Aidil boy, mama said put-that-down! Now!" or "Fitri..! Fitri! Muhammad Fitri Afifi Haziq Ziryab bin Muhammad Iqbal! Stop it!" Unimpressive hardworking matadors, that's what they are.
Then there's you - the one with the pair of hands and a pair of legs and some brain cells behind the eye sockets. Yes, you, the one capable of making changes in the domestic plane:
The you who brings out the ketupats and lemangs and clean up the crumbs when all guests left.
The you who juggles the glasses and plates and make two litres of air sirap under ten seconds. (Some say 9.98 seconds, but who's timing?)
The you who knows where the rest of the semperit and London Almonds were hiding.
The you who managed to tidy up three separate parts of the house while making the air sirap for the next lot of guests.
And the you who did dishes, dissing and cursing as they slip and crack.
Of course prior to that there will be all the cleaning and rubbing and mopping and arranging you'll have to do. And as the guests arrive there will be a lot of bancuh airs and hidang kuehs on the way.
Before you could join the crowd for some socializing more guests will arrive, and you're back at step two. That of bancuh airs and hidang kuehs, of course.
Some guests with a tad of kidney failure and slight case high-blood pressure tend to ask for air suam, so there'll be that to take care of too. Young at heart and strong in spirit, that's what they are. Most likely your parent's schoolmate back in Sungai Sumun in 1949.
Kids without fail will be part of the new demographic brought by the guests. Screaming, laughing, running, kencing, TV-remote-control stealing kids. Adorable, pinchable creatures, that's what they are.
And parents with standard control measures: "Aidil boy, mama said put-that-down! Now!" or "Fitri..! Fitri! Muhammad Fitri Afifi Haziq Ziryab bin Muhammad Iqbal! Stop it!" Unimpressive hardworking matadors, that's what they are.
Then there's you - the one with the pair of hands and a pair of legs and some brain cells behind the eye sockets. Yes, you, the one capable of making changes in the domestic plane:
The you who brings out the ketupats and lemangs and clean up the crumbs when all guests left.
The you who juggles the glasses and plates and make two litres of air sirap under ten seconds. (Some say 9.98 seconds, but who's timing?)
The you who knows where the rest of the semperit and London Almonds were hiding.
The you who managed to tidy up three separate parts of the house while making the air sirap for the next lot of guests.
And the you who did dishes, dissing and cursing as they slip and crack.
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