So I went to the gym after lunch as i usually do on Saturdays. After my workout, took the train home. Bumped into PTE RAY LIM!. SUP! hahahaha. Awkward at first but I tried my best to be as amicable as possible. Seems like the cold shoulder treatment does work after all.

After alighting, I walked towards Shop N Save. Bumped into MR  LOONG WYE. wahaha. Ah beng hair colour now.

Coincidences or is the world just too small?

All Time

BEWARE OF THIS GIRL. SHE USES HER FAKE PICTURES TO LURE GUYS AND GET SOMETHING FROM THEM. LOOKS CAN BE DECIEVING!!!

SO IF U SEE THIS PIC WHEREVER BE CAREFUL, SHES A FAKE.

These are her true pictures:
[which i doubt if its even her]

This is what she actually use to make FAKE PHOTOSHOPPED pictures of her.

THESE IS WHAT SHE DO:

EXHIBIT A

EXHIBIT B

EXHIBIT C

EXHIBIT D

BETTER WATCH OUT!

How old are u really? ur saying ur 23? but on this pictures they are like when ur 23 to ur mid-30’s . LMFAO. the pictures looks like they are old already and not taken around this time. MAKES ME WONDER MORE who the girl is.

Well haven’t been updating for a few days since nothing much was going around and about in my life.

It’s sooo calm.

Maybe the calm before the storm.

We’ll see.

Bhubaneshwar boy behind the cigarette,
puffing out his Old Town dreams;
Black grooves on his fingers,
dark as Maalisaahi streets.

Smirk on his face, bitterness in mouth,
Cuttack in the north, Bhubaneshwar to the south;
Open pits and uncovered drains,
sweeping away the filth from sinful rains.

A city of non-believers, slimy serpents,
a forgotten past and of course,
Gods staring out of walls,
armed with swords and tridents,
from their seats lest they fall.

The glowing cigarette, a riot in the night,
like a ghostly galleon in space,
circled by puffs swirling in the dim light;
When Gods creep indoors and Demons rule the roads,
darkness ushers in a tormenting sight.

Our boy walks alone, prince of the dark streets;
Pleading Gods and fearful Ghosts brushed arrogantly aside;
Bhubaneshwar on the tip of his cigarette,
the kid lights it up with that knowing smile in his eyes.

Sigfrido vence a los nibelungos [editar]

En el reino de los nibelungos, vivía un rey llamado Nibelungo, quien tenía dos hijos: Schilbungo y Nibelungo. Ambos murieron a manos de Sigfrido. En realidad Sigfrido, caminando, se encuentra con unos hombres extrayendo un tesoro, quienes al verlo, lo llaman y le dicen a Sigfrido que los ayude a llevar el tesoro y que él se quedaría con una parte de éste. Sigfrido, ya cansado, sigue alzando el botín pensando en las grandes riquezas, pero cuando estaban por llegar a su destino, los hombres traicionan a Sigfrido e intentan asesinarlo. De la batalla sale victorioso Sigfrido, quedándose con todo el tesoro, y a su vez con 1000 hombres, a los cuales se los lleva a su reino y los utiliza como esclavos.

El punto débil de Sigfrido [editar]

Sigfrido halla al dragón Fafner y tras derrotarlo, se baña en su sangre, ya que según la tradición esto le haría invulnerable, pero al hacerlo una hoja de tilo cae en su espalda convirtiendo esa zona en su talón de Aquiles.

La acción del poema es la siguiente: Sigfrido y Krimilda son dos hijos de reyes. Tras múltiples peripecias, se conocen y se casan. Por otra parte, el hermano mayor de Krimilda, el rey Gunter, desea casarse con Brunilda, reina de Islandia, caracterizada por su belleza, su vigor físico y su bravura. Sigfrido ayuda a Gunter y con su manto mágico pelea sin que Brunilda se dé cuenta, con lo que Gunter consigue su propósito.

Al poco tiempo surge la enemistad entre Brunilda y Krimilda, cuando se descubre la treta entre Sigfrido y Gunter, por lo que la primera decide vengarse a través de Hagen, un caballero de la corte de Gunter que desea poseer el tesoro nibelungo de Sigfrido. Y lo hace a traición, ya que averigua por Krimilda cuál es el punto débil de Sigfrido, cuya imbatibilidad se atribuye a la sangre de un dragón con la que bañó su cuerpo. Hagen mata en una cacería a Sigfrido, arrebata el tesoro a Krimilda y lo esconde. El ataque mortal a Sigfrido es posible, ya que, al momento de bañarse con la sangre del dragón, una hoja cubrió la espalda del héroe a la altura del corazón, dejándola vulnerable.

La desconfianza de Hagen [editar]

La segunda parte tiene lugar trece años después de estos hechos. Atila, rey de los hunos, desea casarse con Krimilda, la cual, deseosa de vengarse de los asesinos de Sigfrido, accede. Krimilda va al reino de Atila, se casa con él y tienen un hijo. Pasan otros trece años y la heroína pide a su esposo que invite a la corte a su hermano el rey Gunter y su séquito. Este accede, pese a las recomendaciones en contra de Hagen.

Venganza de Krimilda [editar]

Gunter y Hagen parten acompañados de mil guerreros y tras un largo viaje llegan al castillo de Atila. Poco tiempo después de su llegada empiezan las escaramuzas, al principio con poca intensidad, pero después se generalizan. Mueren primero los caballeros menos importantes, y después lo hacen los de más valor. Hagen asesina al hijo de Krimilda y Atila. Al final, Gunter y Hagen son derrotados y hechos presos. Krimilda exige a Hagen que les diga dónde está el tesoro de Sigfrido, y tras la negativa del prisionero, lo mata. El rey Atila reconoce el valor de su enemigo Hagen, por lo que reprocha a Krimilda su muerte; su pesar es compartido por el caballero Hildebrando, que decide vengar a Hagen y asesina a Krimilda. Con este sangriento desenlace concluye el Cantar de los nibelungos.

Tijdens de twee drukke projectweken waren we de Joupra uit het oog verloren en dat had zijn gevolgen. De deadline was nakend dichtbij en dus moest ons radioprogramma op een avondje in elkaar geknutseld worden. Via via kwam ik aan de nummer van 3^ejaarsstudent William, hij zou onze opname begeleiden. En dat moest de volgende ochtend om 10u40.

Aangekomen op de locatie moest er toch nog wat aangepast worden aan ons project. Joyce zou zich bezighouden met de knopjes en schuiven, Norien zou het nieuws op zich nemen en ikzelf zou presenteren. William zocht en vond nog een cultuuragenda van zijn collega’s en bood die aan om nog iets toe te voegen aan ons programma.

En dan was het tijd voor de opname. Al had ik nog niet in een radiostudio gezeten, de micro voelde juist aan voor mijn neus en ik probeerde zoveel mogelijk vlotheid in mijn presentatie te steken. De opname deed me glimlachen en de muziek door mijn koptelefoon was geweldig. Ik voelde me daar wonderbaarlijk goed thuis en het bleef ook nog een tijdje in mijn hoofd rondspoken.

Radio Crap krijgt van mijn een goede journalistieke evaluatie en ik hoop dat Radio Crap mij ook een goede evaluatie geeft en mij weldra terug verwelkomt in zijn habitat.

Sofie

I didn’t know that heat can be such a good decongestant. Not only for sweat glands, sweat pores, also for nose, ears and…. whatever “holes” you can think of. (Yes, be scientific please?)

This evening was really hot! It was like no wind at all kinda hot. Went jogging at Komanwel Park. Perhaps I was too used to nocturnal jog, now when I suddenly switched back to day time jog, somemore the weather was so hot, I felt like I almost kena heat stroke. And yeah, today had slight improvement, maybe about 20 seconds faster than last time, finished 7 rounds in 19++mins. Towards the end, I thought my lungs were burnt in my thoracic cavity already. It was SOOOO HOTTT!!!! I was literally realeasing steam, no longer sweat, from the sweat pores all over my body, from head to toes.. Gosh..!!!

My room was steaming hot, and while I was sitting down and letting myself to cool down, my stuck nose was cleared after a few sneezes, all the nasal secretion were cleared, and so as ears (ears no shit okay!)

Watch this video from the beginning till the end….you’ll thank me later for such a great laugh…

Country girl…Indonesian style…siap ader kerbau kat background….lawak giler!

Enjoy

So my roundtable project for Government used to be on human trafficking. Then, since I realized you can’t really pick sides (unless you want to be the insensitive and heartless dick who says that human trafficking should be legal), I edited the topic a little. I’m onto talking about prostitution.

It’s called the “victimless crime”– a business that’s been operating for thousands of years is a punishable offense. Although research has shown that prostitutes are raped 8-10 times annually and that 86% of sex workers have been attacked with a weapon, it’s dismissed as NHI: no humans involved.

But, of course, women who work as prostitutes must have chosen their profession because they like sex, right? They like it kinky or violent or just anywhere, anytime. And they get paid. So it’s a pretty good deal. They must enjoy what they do, despite the abuse, the violence, the subsequent drug dependencies pushed onto them by their pimps, are all consequences sex workers decided were worth it. Oh, and the jail time for being caught and convicted of selling oneself? Just a little extra added bonus.

The sex trade in the United States is thriving. So should we legalize it? Nevada did. In Nevada, sex workers are required to have health checkups and johns must use protection. The brothels are deemed to be “safe.”

Does that make it right? Do all prostitutes choose to peddle their bodies and their lives for the perverted satisfaction of horny men? No, and that’s why there needs to be more done, by the government, to help them escape, and leave that life if they choose to. Prostitution cannot be legalized. If we define human rights violations as sexual harassment, physical assault, rape, captivity, economic coercion, or emotionally damaging verbal abuse, then we cannot in good conscience legalize prostitution anywhere, because that’s what prostitution involves.

America is supposed to be the land of opportunities, so why are we letting women who were forced into the dark and dangerous world of prostitution suffer? Most prostitutes enter the profession at the age of thirteen– and please don’t dare insinuate that a thirteen-year-old girl decided she wanted a load of creep-asses to fuck her on a daily basis. Don’t you dare.

There are also the women who believe they don’t have any alternatives. That there’s no other way to make quick, easy money that they need to support themselves, or their child(ren). They sell themselves a few times, and are quickly swept into a deadly cycle of abuse, rape, and trauma.

Nearly all prostitutes suffer from symptoms of post-traumatic stress disorder.

I guess prostitution isn’t as fun as it seems, is it? Can you see victims yet?

title: solanin

web: http://www.onemanga.com/Solanin/

this is 100% recommendation from blique. trust me.

first got the rec from monk-ed, decided to check out and impressed. i’ll get this to the world aight!

*btw, monk-ed was depressed coz the artwork struck him straight at his heart again. sadness.

we’ll talk more on new blog. yeah~

One trend i don’t like that so-called “modern malay parents” do is giving their kids western names. Talk about pretentious!

I mean come on now, are we really lacking of good malay names? I doubt so.

It would be OK if one of the parents is actually a caucasian, but when both parents are malay, then it would become almost annoying.

Buat kena gelak dengan kawan2 jer nanti biler budak tuh dah besar. Konon tgk nametag nama Justin or Hazel, sekali tgk muka, melayu totok habis. Tak ker kelakar tuh?

Banyak pon nama melayu yang kinda modern dan sedap didengar. Contoh nyer nama Zara or Danial, both are considered Malay names and they both sound so soothing to the ears.

Kot yer pon mmg tak suker langsung nama melayu, letak ler nama yang Middle Eastern instead of Westerner. I personally mmg suker nama2 Arab nih…sebab makna yang baik2, sedap didengar dan exotic but appropriate enough to be used by us malay people.

Bukan ker lagik baik tuh. Ini nama letak Alexandriana, kesian pak cik yang nak ukir nama tuh dalam jawi untuk batu nisan masa mati esok….sure dier tension jer pikir nak translate nama tuh dalam jawi. Haih….

Sorry lah, bukan nak kutuk….just stating my personally preference and opinion. Tak terasa ker macam poser kasi nama anak nama omputih….sekali tgk muka, hampeh….tak nampak mixed langsung…hehehe….nak nak lagik kalau besar nanti, budak tuh tak fasih English….aduh, kesian giler….nama orang putih, tapi muka melayu, pastuh English pon patah riuk….huhuhu….kesian kesian….

Exotic names do come with HUGE expectations, doesn’t it? So think hard before you give a name to your child Nama melayu cukup lah, dol…

The smell of cigarettes kills my soul and makes me ill. I’m sorry for the children who will undergo gene therapy to have their TRPA1 gene shut off. Science Daily wants us to know that some people cough habitually because they are constantly exposed to cigarette smoke and other crap in the air. I think they’re all just unhealthy. Eat more broccoli, it rebuilds liver cells.

But more about air, I am a Libra and am extremely susceptible to air. There are people on this earth who walk by me and emit no scent. Most people do have scent though. Give me a scent and I am violently taken back to another time.

Ah, I digress. So there are protein receptors on our lungs and they are activated by acrolein and other crap and trigger a coughing reaction. We are a chain reaction. Life is a big fat chain reaction. Let the dominoes fall…

Oh and yea,

Did well at the Bloomington handmade market this past weekend. Got some nice feedback on the new things I’ve been working on and met some cool people. Thanks to everyone that came out. Extra thanks if you picked up something from my booth! Here’s some shots.

everyone loved these balls!

belt buckles, necklaces and other stuff

I will be part of the Holiday Hoopla Mini on Dec 4th if you didn’t make it out last weekend! I’ll have more x-mas monster balls and some other new stuff! Hot the image for more info.

I went to watch 2012 with Malin last night at Pavilion. Thanks Malin for belanja wayang….sorry ler lepas nih aku busy nak gi tgk wayang, so takleh nak belanja balik LOL!!

One word i have for 2012 : WOW!

Great movie. I didn’t fall asleep at all through the entire movie! LOL!

The movie made me think about what i would do and what i would save when the end of the world has finally come. Hmmm….tough questions to answer…

All in all, i was very happy to finally manage to get the ticket to see the movie. It was a great movie

3 more years to repent!!! LOL!!!

When ads get hacked.

What’s the thing with ‘Bharatiya Police Force’?

We wonder!

You suck Adam Lambert.

According to Access Hollywood, Adam Lambert’s performance on Good Morning America will be cancelled. Why? Because of his shitty performance at the AMA’s that was apparently racy. I watched it, I thought it was stupid more than anything else.

Anyone who tries to sing like he does isn’t that talented in real life anyway… I say real life because he was a contestant on American Idol…

Spice sour soup
Craps soup
Eel soup

Is it fresh?

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Menu in Asian restaurant in Poland

What a gigantic waste of time and money.

Essentially, that is my boiled down, bare bones opinion of this film. Though I guess I never should have gone in expecting more.

Being a “Twilight Virgin” or a Twirgin as I shall refer to myself, I had to do some research before attending the premiere. I glanced at a few of the books, rented the first installment in the saga and then purchased my popcorn and soda.

Unfortunately, my efforts to enjoy this film would prove fruitless.

From the get go, the film manages to be nothing more than a (I’m stretching here) dark teen romance, appealing to a “hot” genre of film and throwing in a bunch of attractive, half naked men. Well, I guess really pale skinny guys with shrunken facial features are attractive. This vampire craze is peculiar I must say.

The story, for those that don’t know, follows Bella a high school student at a school where vampires and apparently werewolves coexist with human beings. Though I’m not sure how/when vampires a)lived, functioned, went about normal lives during the day and b) didn’t want to “suck yer blood”. I thought that was an essential piece to the vampire essence.

Instead of bat like features, abilities…apparently these vampires can run really fast and have superhero like powers, such as mind reading, vision seeing and the like.

Now, never having been a “huge” vampire fan to begin with I may be a bit prejudice, but I don’t see how these so called vampires are actually…well vampires.

That subject aside, the story and plot of the film left much to be desired. Edward’s reasoning for leaving Bella was ridiculous and formulaic in every sense. You could guess the ending of the film from the start, even without reading the books or having seen the first film, which in my eyes is a tragedy for any film. Though apparently, America disagrees after the numbers posted this weekend by the film.

Overall, I thought this film tried to be a few different things and failed in most aspects. It’s an OK story with an OK cast and OK special effects (the werewolves are way too large and way too cg to be anything but laughable). If you liked the first one, sure go see this. Otherwise I’d recommend only viewing it if a)your girl cons you into it or b) if…well no, a is the only acceptable reason.

(Years Three/Four of Robb’s Illustrious Career)

My third/fourth year in the business I worked for this show-runner who was a real piece of work. He was the most hated figure I’ve ever worked for. He made The Weasel look like a normal, well-adjusted human being. From the writers room to the production office to the stage, everybody hated him.

This guy was a harsh dictator. I’ve never seen anybody better at shutting down creativity in a room. Writers pitching jokes or brainstorming ideas would be cut off and dismissed mid-sentence, mid-pitch. Nice. The in-joke in the writers room was that if he was looking for an integer between 2 and 4 and you pitched 3, you would get shot down.

Strangely, this guy was also helpless. He couldn’t do anything by himself. He had no personal assistant, so we were ALL his personal assistant. I was personally called by the guy on a weekend and compelled to help him out with something personal. Let me repeat, I was NOT his personal assistant. My son was an infant at the time, but apparently the guy didn’t think I had anything more important to do on a Sunday morning than get in the car and go help him out. The in-joke in the production office was that you might get a call from the guy in the toilet demanding that you come help him with the paperwork.

One day Mr. Sunday Morning said his computer monitor “flickered.” I was called into his office and yelled at when I could see no flickering. Well, actually, he didn’t yell, he rolled his eyes condescendingly and told me to go find somebody else – anybody else – to come in his office to confirm the flickering. No matter how many assistants and then producers were called in, NO ONE else could see any flickering. The line producer called the computer rental company and had the non-flickering computer and monitor replaced. Twice. Guess what? Mr. Sunday Morning said it still flickered. I will never forget this: I was personally in his office, along with the line producer and all the writers and some of the cast, when Mr. Sunday Morning became enraged and literally shouted to the heavens, “Why does no one else see this flickering?!”. Everybody in the room was acutely aware of the obvious reason. Everybody except him.

He was fired. Well, I got ahead of myself. First the executive producer was told – by everyone – about this guy. Producers were running around in circles wasting time and money on crap for him. The executive producer’s hand-picked writers were not being allowed to write or even contribute, and were threatening to quit. Nobody was happy. A few shows in, production was shut down and Mr. Sunday Morning was given a serious talking-to. After that, he was on his best behavior. At considerable expense, we spent weeks retooling. An additional writer was brought in to clear the air and “reset” the writers room. Writers’ contributions were welcomed and accepted. Everything was back on track, and everyone was happy.

Until we started taping again. With the stress of production, the dictatorial prima donna control freak jerk returned and everything went back to the way it was. A few shows into this second part of the season, the executive producer unexpectedly appeared on the lot, went into Mr. Sunday Morning’s office, and fired him. Security escorted him off the lot.

It was wonderful. It was… justice.

For weeks afterward it was like the laws of gravity did not apply in our little world. As my Uncle Bernard used to say, “When you hit your thumb with a hammer as hard as you can over and over and over… it feels so good when you stop.” The rest of the season was filled with sweetness and light. And with cruel, unrelenting jokes from everyone about the disgraced, fired jerk. The satisfaction was overwhelming. The world is fair after all.

Or is it?

Four years later, I saw Mr. Sunday Morning’s name on a movie poster. And I about lost my lunch. He wrote a movie – a big, successful, $100+ million Hollywood blockbuster. And later that same year, he did it again. He wrote ANOTHER big, successful, $100+ million Hollywood blockbuster. Movies with BIG HUGE stars. And prominent, beloved, cult-following directors. I am not making this up. The guy made it big. Twice in one year. The disgraced jerk hadn’t faded away, he just moved… into movies. And looking at imdb, his plate is still quite full. This guy is a huge success. We got cancelled, but he made it big.

He sure showed us.

In the years since, I have tried to figure out the true meaning of these events. You know, the big, cosmic truth. Was Mr. Sunday Morning really a jerk? Yes. Is he really a successful writer? Yes. Is he successful BECAUSE he is a jerk? Or in spite of this? Or is there any relationship between these whatsoever? For me, this is the question. Young P.A.s and assistants often ponder this issue, because the vast majority of the time in the business the people in charge (like Mr. Sunday Morning and The Weasel) are dictatorial prima donna control freak jerks. So do people become dictatorial prima donna control freak jerks BECAUSE they are successful and are allowed to get away with anything? Or do they become successful BECAUSE they are dictatorial prima donna control freak jerks to begin with? Is one a prerequisite for the other? If so, which one? Can you really be successful if you are NOT a dictatorial prima donna control freak jerk? Or will all normal, nice, well-adjusted writers become dictatorial prima donna control freak jerks once they become successful?

And which one am I?