Not Fun Anymore

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Biofuels ‘crime against humanity’

“It was, he said, a crime against humanity to divert arable land to the production of crops which are then burned for fuel.”

Yes, some of the world’s population are struggling even to get roots to eat and here we have people growing maize to burn.

Poor dude hit his head against a pillar, fell down and hit his head again on some bricks. He’s in a coma right now.

Wow… is he the ultimate ‘hak chai’ or is he the ultimate ‘hak chai’?

hak chai = astoundingly unfortunate bloke

There are times when you need to be specific, and other times when you need not.

All these ‘Selamat Hari Raya to all my muslim friends’ wishes bother me.

Well, I understand if you’re trying to be politically correct and all but it’s really unnecessary. Why? Because I have off-days on Hari Raya too, dumbass!!

Let’s face it, we ALL celebrate every single festival there is. Public holidays, open house concepts and neighbor being all muhibbah and sending cookies over. I get stuck in traffic with the rest of the nation during the Raya exodus, I get the same Raya discounts in shopping malls and I get dates from McD’s when I buy stuff during berbuka times.

The same goes when it’s Chinese New Year and Deepavali and what other festival there is.

Therefore I rather hear a “Selamat Hari Raya to all my friends”. That’s all, no ‘muslim’, no ‘chinese’, no ‘hindu’.

But I understand that there are people who think otherwise.

That we will lose their culture and identity if these things go out of hand.

Well, newsflash, dude… culture is not something to be lost so easily and what’s wrong with sharing, if only a little?

For one, when it’s Chinese New Year, I’m gonna wish everyone “Gong Xi Fa Cai”. Just that, none of those “to all my Chinese friends” bullshit.

Here’s another video!!

By Eason Chan Song title: 歲月如歌 (roughly translated to 歲月= times, 如= like, 歌=song)

Sorry for the unromantic translation. Hahaha… okok maybe Times of our life. Oh, wait… that sounds familiar…

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Oh, and here, another…

Lookout for Lara singing at the end. I like!!

From overheardinnewyork.

White boy eating pocky: Now, the most important rule of pocky is this — do not let Asian kids know that you have pocky, because they will rape you for it, and then you will not have anymore pocky.

–Stuyvesant High

So much trouble a Pocky brings.

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*update*

What Flavor Pocky Are You?

I don’t think Glico put THAT much thought into creating a new Pocky flavor though. Wahahha…

Here’s what a Reverse Pocky is.

Eve 6 – Here’s To The Night

So denied so I lied are you the now or never kind
In a day and a day love I’m gonna be gone for good again
Are you willing to be had are you cool with just tonight
Here’s a toast to all those who hear me all too well

Here’s to the nights we felt alive
Here’s to the tears you knew you’d cry
Here’s to goodbye
Tomorrow’s gonna come too soon

Put your name on the line along with place and time
Wanna stay not to go I wanna ditch the logical
Here’s a toast to all those who hear me all too well

Here’s to the nights we felt alive
Here’s to the tears you knew you’d cry
Here’s to goodbye
Tomorrow’s gonna come too soon

All my time is froze in motion
Can’t I stay an hour or two or more
Don’t let me let you go
Here’s a toast to all those who hear me all too well

Here’s to the nights we felt alive
Here’s to the tears you knew you’d cry
Here’s to goodbye
Tomorrow’s gonna come too soon

About a certain one night stand or the end of youth, whichever way you’d like to interpret it.

The future is bleak.

When I graduate, if I’m lucky enough I’ll get a freshman’s salary of about 2k+. I have to pay for food, lodgings, petrol and all other amenities myself. So my clean pay might not even come up to much. But it’s alright, I’m still considered a professional and can dress in power suits to go to work.

But this! This!!! … is travesty!!!

RM 1.4K per month with handphone!!!

bank guarantee of about RM9,000!!

Flight costs and other miscellaneous expenses are also to be borne by the employer!!

Insured for a minimum of RM20,000 (at a premium of RM300) against sudden death during the course of her duties as a maid!!!

All these because,

“because the maid will have to leave behind her family and go to serve in another country”

My God, they’re not even trained.

At this price, you would expect everything to be immaculate down to her faux British accent.

Pfft! Untrained… have to leave country konon.

You tell me which Indon maid didn’t leave her own country wan?

And those dumb tai-tais were against bringing in Chinese maids… see!! now the market price go up already… the Indian High Commission is very quick to catch wind of this…

Well ok. Very smart, very smart. I give them credit for that.

Sheesh…

Oh, and if you’re absolutely bored, got to this parody site of postsecret’s. Very funny sometimes.

I do enjoy British humour, for goodness’ sake. I find them brilliant, though sometimes twisted.

But The Seeker was so dead that Gregory House M.D. can never, barging into the room INTENDING to announce a life-saving diagnosis, stop dead in his tracks, cock his eyebrow and mutter, “no matter how you see it, this thing was never meant to be created” and proceed to make crude, intensively sarcastic remarks.

The whole movies was along these few lines.

1. You are THE seeker, Will Stanton.

2. You must find THE SIGN.

3. Hand me the sign! (Or, ‘Hand me the SIGN!!!!’–when The Rider is goddamn angry)

4. The sign The sign The sign The sign The sign (infinite loop)

Oh my freaking god. I was so tempted to leave the cinema by the 30th minute, but I was already late for 10 minutes and had already pissed of the ones seated in my row when I tried to get to my seat in the first place.

I don’t know what they’re doing, producing a movie like this.

Unless it’s meant to be shown in some obscure desert country that English is not the second-nor-third-nor-forth-nor-fifth language to them and teaching them the phrase ‘THE SIGN’ is of utmost importance.

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MY SOUL JUST GOT TORTURED SO SO BADLY.