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No. Not the lame ass Jodie Foster movie (it still drives me nuts that I actually watched the bloody movie). But instead, proof that aliens have been amongst us. Some of these aliens found a dealer on some dark street corner and bought some weed. Here's proof.



That's why they keep coming back. They like to have a choof. And anal probes? They've learnt that smuggler mules stuff drugs up their chutsies. They just haven't realised that the one time they stumbled on to a drug mule and discovered his stash was one in a few million.

Fuck watching the skies. You're better off watching out for your own ass.

And from collegehumor.com

Some gems. From collegehumor.com


Fido's Revenge


Freedom of Choice


SPGs take note


Justifying all the lawyer jokes


Don't ask. I don't know. I don't want to know.

Shocker for the day

Shock news! Bob the Builder is a closet Nazi! A disgruntled employee has leaked the cover of an unreleased Bob the Builder book! Unreleased apparently under the advice of Bob's lawyers and publicists!

Trivia for the day

This is The Kurgan. The main protagonist from the first Highlander film. Murderer, thief, rapist and all round crazy guy. Portrayed by Clancy Brown. Big guy with mean look and deep voice who naturally was often cast as a villian.



Clancy Brown also does voice acting for cartoons and video games. The trivia for today is that he voices this character.



Strange. But true. Especially if you've seen the Highlander film.

Blood

Blood is thicker than water.

It is.

I have cousins who live abroad. I don't see them often as is expected. The number of times can be counted on the fingers on one hand. I don't know them. My cousin Sarah flew in and did a mini tour with her boyfriend and it included visiting my parents in Ipoh, my sister in Singapore and here in KL, there's me. As adults, this is only the second time I've seen her and the time before this one was during our grandfather's funeral. Not exactly the best time.

This is my cousin and yet it was almost like meeting someone for the first time. Sarah's father is Norwegian and so she grew up there and now she's residing in London. We played together as kids. A long time ago. When my aunt visited and she came along. I know her brother even less.

We got to chill together. Last night, I brought her and her boyfriend out of KL and to Black Canyon in Centrepoint BU. Dinner and coffee. It was great. But there was no great abandonment in conversation. I don't know Sarah and she doesn't know me. As persons. As individuals. We were only scraping the surface to getting to know one another.

After a good meal, coffee and conversation, I dropped them back at their hotel in KL. As I was driving home, I felt a little empty. Like something had been lost. I probably won't see Sarah again for years and it did make me a little sad. We still don't know each other well. There's only that much can be done with so little time. Blood is thicker than water. I may not know my cousin but last night I realised that regardless, because she is my cousin, I do love her. She's family.

Eva

All you need to know is that Haley Clare is performing at the Alexis in the Great Eastern Mall in Ampang. She's performing a tribute to Eva Cassidy. I've already seen the show. As a fan of Eva Cassidy, I doubly loved it and thought it was a proper tribute done by a fellow fan. This weekend is your last chance to catch it.

Go see it.

Thanks Ivy.

I Need A Laugh

Absolute quiet in the office. Everyone present is staring at their respective computer screens. All of a sudden, out of the blue, *click*. The simulated sound of a camera is heard echoing through the office.

Everyone turns to look in my direction. This is what they see.



Just trying out the some of the kitchen supply samples.

It's going to be a hard week. If I can't laugh maybe you can.

21/6

Wheee!

Sigh....

Old man....

Enjo Kosai

I remarked to a friend that I'd seen once in a while, not often, female bloggers trying on clothes in a store's changing room.

What? Startled him I did. I hope he didn't mention it on the air (the guy's a radio DJ).

It's like this. Girl tries on various clothes in a store changing room. Takes pictures with digital cam or cell phone camera. Next is to post the pictures on their respective blogs with a light hearted appeal for someone to sponsor the various articles of clothing. Thankfully (or unfortunately), no one's appealed for underwear as yet.

To be honest, what it is, as I see it.... is that the bloggers I've seen do this aren't seriously asking anyone to buy the clothes for them. And I'm not sure how they would react if anyone seriously offered to buy things for them. It's just a blog thing. I'm pretty sure the Japanese enjo kosai culture isn't prevalent here. What is it? Compensated dating is what it translates to.

As for me, I'm a slut. If you're young, female and remotely attractive, I will gladly sleep with you for a new pair of footy socks. Oh, plain black or white only please.


Because my shin guards are silver and black, I get called Robocop or Terminator at footy. I don't think it's a compliment though!


They're implying I'm too cheap to buy new socks. They're probably right!

How to Remove a Toenail

You pull it out. D-uh!

Culmination

So much went on in the wee hours of the morning.

1. Final day of the 107th US Open at Oakenwood.

2. Final games of the Spanish Primera Liga and title decider.

3. US Formula 1 Grand Prix.

I wouldn't be surprised if there are a lot of sleepy people dragging their feet to work today. Kinda like me.

Favourite food tag

Tag by cbenc12, favourite food and where.

* Meme Topic : What is your favorite food in your state or country?

Ipoh may be more famous for it's hor fun and I will say that there is no better anywhere else in the country. No one even comes close. I love the chicken rice in Ipoh though. You can get it from only one shop. It's a stall passed down from father to son. My parents bought from the father, now we buy from the original guy's son. It's expensive for Ipoh but worth every sen.

Just as a footnote, I have come across chicken rice which can rival Ipoh's. It's a little different, not quite the same but extremely tasty. I've had it only once in Toa Payoh, Singapore. I'll be heading to Singapore again in late July. I think I will insist on having more of that.

You leave their blog and post link and add to the list below.

Colleen’s little world of thoughts
Amelia’s reflection of a magical smile
Suwan’s simpleman
Jean’s Great Pleasure
Mybabybay loves Asam Laksa from Penang, Malaysia
JustMyThoughts loves Penang Char Koay Teow
My Lil Venture loves Laksa Sarawak
Monterssorimum loves Teluk Intan Chee Cheong Fun
Chinnee loves Melaka Wan Tan Mee
PeimunLeah loves Hakka Lei Cha
Hui Sia loves Crispy duck skin from China
Karen loves Pan Mee
Simple American loves Cheese Enchiladas
Nicole Tan loves Char Tau Kueh
velverse loves Otak-Otak
Giddy Tiger loves Dim Sum
may loves Roti Bakar
Selba loves Gado-gado
Chen loves Satay*
eastcoastlife loves Shanghai Buns
Kev loves 蕃薯旦
Bokjae loves Ipoh Sar Hor Fun.
cbenc12 loves Satay Celup~
huisen loves Ipoh chicken rice

I'm belatedly tagging the bloggers on my links who obviously love food:

Barbsie

Rabbit

Zynamic Gala

Though they'll probably miss seeing they've been tagged.

Butterflies in the fields

Brenda said...

Nothing wrong with expressing anger and resentment on your blog - after all that's what a blog is for! (:

14/6/07 11:09 PM

Hui Sen said...

That's true, Brenda. Putting it into words is not unlike getting it all out. Which is why I have a tag named 'Blogging for Therapy'.

My beef is that I think I've been too strung lately and I need to let it all go and relax. Without my blog to rant on I think I'd have shot up a mamak stall by now.

15/6/07 9:41 AM

Tis true. Relax. Chill.

Out with the bad mojo.

I used to be funny on this blog....

Spontaneous Click

Brain Spillage at Work



This is my 200th post!

Factor

There's been a lot of anger and resentment in me, in my blog, for a multitude of reasons - recently.

Excuse me while I Chill.

Hoodoo Guru

Today's theme song is 'Waking Up Tired' by the Hoodoo Gurus, an Australian band. Examples of lyrics from the song:

"Man, they just drag on and on, and I'm so tired of waking up tired"

"I need a month of Sundays, To help me cope with Mondays"

I've been a little but stressed the last week with deliverables that were due Monday, which was yesterday. Had something like 2 hours sleep the night before. You'd think I'd have crashed last night but it didn't happen. I tried reading, I tried blanking out, I even tried a midnight snack. Nothing worked so I used the last resort. I turned on the TV and within minutes I was asleep, probably snoring, on the sofa.

Works every time. But I am tired, of waking up tired.

Plastic Boobies! Whee!

I saw on Bobo's blog a posting highlighting an implant funding website. Before I go further, I just want to say Bobo's got nothing to do with the website. She noticed it, she blogged about it. Hey, we all do that. Like what I'm doing now.

Basically it works like this, people sign up to the website and it works like a typical social/singles website. The guys can contact the girls. Of course, for a fee. The girls that have been contacted will earn credits then which will ultimately pay.... for a boob job.

myfreeimplants.com I shit you not.

"Ladies... Have you ever wanted bigger breasts? But couldn't afford the expensive costs of surgery? Here is your opportunity to earn Free Breast Implants!"

"Gents... Help the girl of YOUR dreams, get the body of her dreams. Develop a connection with a girl of your choice and help her earn Free Breast Implants!"

I despair at how superficial things are these days. It might be a cool idea but the layers beneath tells us how fake, flashy and unhappy we all really are.

In my opinion, fake boobs, #1. Don't Look Good; and fake boobs #2. Don't Feel Good either. "How you do know??", you ask. Because I boffed a chick with pumped up tits before. You happy now??

Fake boobs are for one thing and one thing only from each gender perspective. For men: Cleavage in plunging necklines. For women: Confidence booster for poor self esteem. That's it. End of story. Once you let them puppies loose, it ain't very sexy anymore.

I've been a non-conformist all my life. I hate the bling bling culture. I hate flashy rich people. Hell, I hate flashy people. I hate.... Ah, forget it. I'll be here all day. Get your free boobs online! Might be a good idea. Hey, it might be just me.

But it's not. This time it's not just me. What a fucked up world to bring up kids in.

Yeah.... at least the video was funny. Ka-ching!

Tribute

I came across 'A Metal Tribute to Abba'. I just had to have it. I thought it would be really interesting how Abba songs could be interpreted by metal bands. I figured if not just for the novelty value, it would be the comedy album of the year.



The first few songs confirmed my worst fears. I had hoped to be pleasantly surprised and impressed by the various bands but it seemed like all they had wanted to do was throw in as much guitar crunch and rapid fire percussion as possible. The harder and faster the better. It seemed like the bands were like going for shock tactics or running ruthlessly roughshod over the songs. I don't really blame them. Think back to Abba lyrics. Songs like Thank You For The Music, Chiquitita and Take A Chance On Me. Maybe you'd have an inkling how hard it was for metal bands to interpret songs with lyrics like that.

Perhaps it's fitting then that when I got to Eagle with was played by Sargant Fury that I suddenly found something entirely believable and viable. The lyrics of Eagle would fit the pretentious melodic metal bands of past years which ran on themes of the mystical and the grand. The next song after Eagle was One Of Us with was played by Flowing Tears. They played it like a metal ballad dispensing with heavy, fast, down-picked, distorted guitar work but retaining the metal feel with melodic lead guitar lines. I really like it. As much as I liked Eagle. Maybe more.

By this time I'd brightened up and I found Waterloo by Nation to be fun. I'm listening to Super Trouper now by Custard. It was a valiant effort and a good metal interpretation but there's only so much can be done with a song like that as far as metal goes. The next song is Knowing Me Knowing You. Half of me is awash with anticipation. The other half is filled with dread and impending doom!

Footnote: If you have a copy of "Twang! A Tribute to Hank Marvin and The Shadows", please please let me have a listen. You will have earned my eternal gratitude.

Kitty Leather

Strange how things go. Just as soon as I had hit the Publish Post button for my last post....

Jingle jingle jingle....!

Bloody cat was walking across my front lawn. Right now, I'm on my front porch.

I threw a shoe at it.

That'll teach it to scare the crap out of me at three in the morning.

Kitty Golf

Since we're on the topic of kitty kats, the cats around my old house in DU used to drive me nuts. They'd fight and wail all night and they'd sleep on my car. I think it's when the hood is still warm. Once they even had a fight on the hood of my car. I didn't see it but there were enough scratches on my hood to convince me they did. It's not fun having muddy cat paw prints from the front of the car to the back as well. Once a cat left a souvenir on my hood. That must have been one sick pussy. A lump of cat puke isn't the best thing to look at first thing in the morning.

Once a cat sat on my porch roof wailing away like a banshee. It was 2 in the morning and making a hell of a racket. I went downstairs and grabbed my putter and climbed up on the wall dividing my house and the house next door. I popped my head up and the cat was a foot away from me, wailing away.

It had not a clue I was right behind it holding a golf club. I could have brained the bloody thing right there and then. But you can't can you? It'd take a really heartless bastard to do something like that.

I hissed, "Hey cat!" and when it turned around I swung at it with my putter. But I deliberately missed. The cat split like its tail had been scalded. As I watched its rapidly disappearing rear end I heard a voice from the bedroom window next door.

"Thank you!"

It wasn't worth it though. I'd damaged the putter face on the concrete. All it did was give me an excuse to buy a new putter.

Men are equipment whores.

Jingle Bells Jingle Bells....

Two nights ago I was tossing and turning trying to sleep. It was 3am. It was good weather too. It was the cool of having had an evening rain. My room is at the front of the house and is blasted hot. Taking advantage of the weather, I opened my room windows and drew back the curtains. Regardless, I still had trouble getting to sleep. Out of nowhere, I heard, all of a sudden, bells.

Jingle jingle jingle....

Jingle jingle jingle....

It got louder.

Jingle jingle jingle...!

I was half asleep, blur and puzzled. Was I dreaming?

Nope.

I thought I'd crap myself. All of a sudden there was a shape in the window.

AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

It was a cat. With a bell on its collar. It peered into the window.

I bellowed "GO AWAY!!!!" at it in rage and fright.

It looked at me. Waited a second or two. And then casually sauntered off.

I fucking HATE cats.

The Shakes

I've got hypoglycemia.

The term hypoglycemia literally means "under-sweet blood". Hypoglycemia is a having a lower than normal amount of sugar (glucose) in the blood. Hypoglycemia can produce a variety of symptoms and effects but the principal problems arise from an inadequate supply of glucose as fuel to the brain, resulting in impairment of function . Derangements of function can range from vaguely "feeling bad" to coma, and potential brain damage or death.

I suppose I am thankful at the very worst, I feel a little funny. I sweat buckets and feel light headed. It sometimes hits a couple of hours after I play a particularly hard game of footy but not always. Naturally the harder I play, the worse it is, having lost more through sweat (and sometimes blood!). Never happens at any other time. I've been countering it by eating a Twix or a Snickers bar just before I play. I haven't had the shakes since. Not once.

It's kinda really really counter productive taking in that much sugar and calories when I'm supposed to be burning the calories instead. I've come to another solution.




No reason why it shouldn't work. I've never ever had Glucolin before. Not as a kid, not ever. I've a footy game tonight. I'll be very interested to see how well it works!

Ode

An ode! To me!

May your days be filled with sunshine
and kisses and rainbows
May your nights be filled with joy
laughter and good friends
May the dark and twisted never come round
to form shadows in your life
May you grow old with continued respect
to life and your fellow man
Never laying a hand on those who are unworthy
And shooting only when necessary

- Barbsie

The Man

Sorry. I'm just really really angry.

What happened to the golden rule?

Treat people as you would like to be treated, don't treat people as you wouldn't want yourself to be treated, blah bleeping blah.

Everything now is always about the man. I'm the man. What can I get out of this. How does this benefit me. You owe me for this. Who cares about you, I'm talking about me.

It's all about the man. Doesn't matter if there was a penis or a vagina between the man's legs. It's all about the man.

Yeh.

Sure.

What kind of messed up parents raised this current generation? I'm not an angel myself but I know honesty and I know decency. I actually rang my mum last night and told her I thought she and my dad did good raising me and my sister and giving us good values and morality. She was a little startled so I told her people out there, in and among us are moral vacuums.

If it were up to me, I'd take physical lesson to the tosser. Might make him think. It's never too late to learn. Does he really think friends sit around, see what's happening and do nothing?

What kind of idiot parents raised this generation? How messed up is the next one going to be? If I raise my kids right, wouldn't they then end up as fodder and victims for the next super generation of selfish self-centered lying cheating self-serving moral deviants? I should teach them to be the man themselves if only as a defensive weapon.

Fuck that.

They are not going to do anything their mother will be a ashamed of and I will not discredit my own upbringing that way. I won't fail my kids the way so many other parents have.

However.

If all else fails you can bet daddy's got the shotgun oiled and ready. I won't shoot the offending party. I'd shoot the offending party's mother and father for raising lousy kids. Pepper their asses with lead pellets. Then I'd chop off the re-pro-duc-tives of every male child they have with a rusty chinese chopping knife.

Except.

That's not the way I've been taught. Not the way I've been brought up. I'm not even supposed to think up shit like that.

What am I supposed to do? Scream at the sky?

Whoopsie

I just finished a meeting with a supplier. I'd forgotten to remove my lip ring. She didn't mention it though the startled look was what clued me in that it was still there.

Whoopsie.

As a side note, I'm ready to lead an employees strike at work.

When management gives in and asks, "What are your demands?!?"

I will roar defiance and scream, "Softer loo rolls in the bog!"

Honestly, it's like taking sandpaper to your arse....

8 and 6

I've just been tagged by Nick Phillips on 8 Random Facts about me.

I'd also been tagged by Barbsie on 6 Weird Facts about me.

Well, here are the 8 random facts of which at least 6 are weird:

1. I stopped growing when I was 14. It pissed me off no end.

2. I went for piano classes up to Grade 5. I gave up and taught myself to play guitar instead.

3. I can also play trumpet, trombone and their derivatives and variations.

4. I listen to heavy metal and operatic metal. I still prefer the old thrash or melodic style to the shit being passed off as metal nowadays.

5. I hate categorising music. (anyone spot the irony?)

6. I am very unhappy about current trends. (Hip hop, bling bling, SPGs!, Paris Hilton)

7. I am divided about Astro. I am so pleased with the awareness created socially, environmentally, geographically, politically and historically. I am so afraid for children, adolescents and impressionable idiots in regards to MTV, Cartoon Network, E!.

8. I am very old school in my ways. Respect women, respect your elders, obedience and honesty from children.

New Light

I'm not sure where the turning point was but I am becoming increasingly less amused and less enamoured with the trials and trivialities of the younger half generation.

I think I'm growing up.