A tiring misconception
February 29, 2008
“I love how you waste away with me.”
-Everlong
For the moment:
Jerusalem-Anouk
*To be more sensitive, tactful and seal it that I’m not being a prejudice here, I should have posted my take on a brilliant post written by a humanist, liberal and extreme leftist atheist Israeli of Jewish descent (that I’ve been corresponding with online) on a series of Islamic related paintings which I reckon will raise the brow of many people I know. But that will post will come when I’m in the mood to do it. Right now, my mood is on Ramon.
This may not be true to you, but I’ve to notice that a significant number of people around me, be it relatives, friends, acquaintances, seem to have the idea that the flourishing state of Israel is a perfect well run efficient state.
One of the categories in this site is egalitarian which relates to me trying to set the misconception straight, without coming off as a prejudice.
I believe that a great number of issues faced in my country is not peculiar. Other parts of the world go through it as well because we are all human beings. Men have a tendency to jump to conclusion for something they do not know of. So perhaps, the absence of a diplomatic relationship between my country and Israel, on top of the media and pseudo conspiracy theorist projection, led to that misconception. Anyways, here’s your punch of salt.
I love what this Jewish had to say about it.
When people ask me what is the proudest thing, in a public/citizen sense, that happened to this country in 2007, from the top of my head I would say was that KL has an integrated bus system.
(Seriously) I would say the most embarrassing thing is to have Nazri Aziz as the de facto minister of law.
Malaysia and Israel my not have diplomatic ties, but we both have/had quite a guy.
Men, what do you have?
February 28, 2008
“May you live a thousand years, and I a thousand less one day, that I might never know the world without you.”
-Hungarian Proverb
For the moment:
Renegades of Funk-Rage Against The Machine
Guts is arriving home late after a night out with the guys, being met by your wife with a broom, and having the guts to ask,
are you still cleaning?
Balls is coming home late after a night out with the guys, smelling of perfume and beer, lipstick on your collar, slapping your wife on the butt and having the balls to say,
you’re next!
Medically speaking , there is no difference in the outcome, since both ultimately result in death.
Or perhaps a…
A thousand years
February 28, 2008
“I am your father.”
-Darth Vader
For the moment:
Break You Off-The Roots
*2 things made me post this. 1 of it is because I saw David Fcbook status indicating that he’s digging it although I question how much of the song does he actually understand. What also surprise me is that it shows he’s been keeping in touch with the region he was once in only for a few months. In any case, I look forward to hearing him singing it on my next visit to Harvard (with proper attire and manners).
I met Imran about 7 years ago (I think) when he had just completed his National Service as a medical officer in the army. Nice chap.
The first thing that struck me is his natural singing voice.The only other singer (I know) that has this, is S.M. Salim. Meaning, their talking voice is their singing voice.
He, Imran, not Salim, is not a good friend of mine. I am no groupie either. Didn’t make the cut. I was told to reapply after a boob job and a sex op.
I remember him organizing gigs, writing many album reviews and interviewing other artistes for write ups. When I was still ‘doing music’, me and Imran were talking about doing this song together for a few shows. It didn’t pull through despite his only request to me was to cover his transport costs. A generosity I appreciated.
Besides having the opinion that this is a very nice song, and a very well done video, I have included it here because it’s nice (for me) to see that after many years of observing his efforts (and others), he made it to where he is today.
I hope you like it and all the best to you Imran.
Gym pitch, part 1
February 25, 2008
“Live for nothing. Die for something.”
-John Rambo
For the moment:
Damain Matin-Djako
Some weeks ago, someone I know (Al) got a call from a gym membership salesman (Eg). As Eg’s opening pitch on the phone was unique and good, Al decided to pay Eg a visit at the gym for an extended pitch.
*Note that this is just part one. This post will have sequels due to this story having more than one punchline.
What would you like to improve about yourself Bro?
I just want to be more healthy.
Cool, cool, why is that?
Well, it’s a given I’m gonna be rich. So I don’t want to spend a lot of my money on hospital bills and things of that nature.
I see, I see…mmm…
Okay what else?
What else? (He could have just ended there.)
Ah, I want to fck like a champion. I mean, I’m a stallion now, but I wanna go at it like I’m competing for Olympic gold.
I see, I see…mmm…
Cambo project update, 2
February 24, 2008
“Fresh and crisp like newly baked apple pie.”
-Diyana Shahrom on RA
For the moment:
Auto Rock-Mogwai
*This post is in relation to this one. It is supported by this group in Facebook and also mentioned under this event.
I received word again from my contact in Cambodia.
“My internet access at my flat will be in on Monday or Tuesday and then I will be more accessible. The basic concept of the volunteer program is to immerse volunteer in a 1/2/3 month program covering:
- teaching English, math, science, art, motivation, soft skills and others
- volunteering at orphanages, disabled centers
- learning about Cambodian culture & history through cultural exchange
- visiting various sites of interest in many towns and villages.
- fostering exchange and mentorship between volunteers and their students.
Volunteers must commit at least 1 month but the preferred time is 3 months or more as it takes time to get acclimatised to things here and Khmer people are reserved and take longer time to develop relationships with foreigners.
It works out to about USD500 per month to support 4 to 6 volunteers – including housing, food, transport, living cost, tours, others. Right now I am supporting this from my own pocket.
And I must be able to get a steady pool of volunteers over the year to ensure there are enough people throughout the year. I have worked out a timetable for the 1 month program. Will send it to you next week.
Welcome any ideas or suggestions.”
2000
February 21, 2008
“It’s been more than thirty years since the wolf and the winter cold. And now, as then, it is not fear that grips him, only restlesness. A heightened sense of things. The seaborn breeze, coolly, kissing the sweat on his chest. Gulls cawing, complaining, even as they feast on thousands of floating dead. The steady breathing of 300 at his back, ready to die for him without a moments pause. Everyone of them ready, to die.”
For the moment:
Renegade Cavalcade-Ash
RandomAlphabets has reached 2000 hits. In some cultures, they consider this a milestone.
This site was first made known the Mutant world via my correspondence with Professor Charles Francis Xavier with the first post on 13 December 2007. Between then and 30 January 2008, it hit 1000 visits. And from then till a few days ago, 2000.
The content for this site actually started in 15 November2006 on a different URL. There it cultivated. And only in early December did I get a call from Extreme Makeover to move to this URL. Thus, who knows in truth what the traffic count actually should be. It doesn’t really matter. Because like age, traffic ain’t nothing but a bitch.
I attribute it to the many people who have invested their time and effort in RA as well as to those who have read, and especially to those who have on way or the other, informed me of their visit(s). Also to my friend Chuck (Charles Xavier), as he intimately would like me to call him by. Trait of a bald horny man.
I actually told Chuck to hush about this project, but due to that bastards loud mouth, he said it in passing during a pot smoking session with Albus (Dumbledore). Al went all Britney by telling Lilian about RA. And who knows what bollocks she talk.
To commemorate this mark in history, our designers have edited the site and added Flash as oppose to still pictures. What you see now is a trial run. I thank those who allowed me to use their pictures. Highly appreciated.
I will be leaving for Singapore in a few hours and will be back on Sunday evening.
On Monday you are all invited to the official ceremony where the government has decided to confer me a Datukship. It will be held in the private palace of Dr. Chua Soi Lek.
Probably in the same room.
Thumbless man
February 17, 2008
“N/A.”
-N/A
For the moment:
Grown Man Business-Mos Def
It’s amazing the things you come up with when you’re pissed off.
More so when you’re a sarcastic person.
Enough that I changed my Personal Message on MSN to ‘I’d rather let a puppy shoot me than entertain you annoying lot.‘
My mind then started to wander, what if a muppet points out to me, ‘a puppy can’t shoot a gun. It has no thumbs.‘
I briefly thought of a response to that statement. It came almost immediately. It is too mean that I can’t vision myself ever saying it to anyone. So I’ll share it with you here, and you must vision it as you read. Not just read it.
The response would be,
*while looking at the person in the eye, without a rattle in the gaze*
Really? I never thought I’d hear that from a…
*shift your eyes to his hands*
…man.
Too intact for tut
February 15, 2008
“When I give food to the poor, they call me a saint. When I ask why the poor have no food, they call me a communist.”
-Dom Helder Camara
For the moment:
Sudah Tu Sudah-Imran Ajmain
Carnaval De Sao Vicente (Jazzy Carnival Mix)-Cesaria Evora.*
*My ears spot a double bass, but my eyes don’t see one. Either way it’s wicked.
Like archaeologists, I dig for the past. This post was written on 16 November 2007, at 0610, airborne, the Andaman Sea. 2 hours approaching KLIA from Schipol Airport.
Recently they found Pharaoh Tutankhamons carcass.
I thought I saw something that looked like it when I was in Egypt. But it turned out to be Mathyus’s. The rock on it indicates so, the locals told me.
Apparently this chap didn’t achieve much.
He made his name because his tomb was discovered intact, and not because Simon thought Tut’s rendition of Bohemian Rhapsody was splendid.
Naturally, they found it during a dig. I know digging in this sense is very widely accepted. And have been so for many many years. But does that make it right? Who convey these men the right to do that on another dead person?
What is it about learned civilized men of the past and today, you included, that makes them think it is alright, fine and/or appropriate to do that? Be it in whatevers ‘virtuous’ facade.
History. Knowledge. Credentials. Finance. Bollocks.
I then decided I don’t want to be famous. I don’t want to lead the civilization of the world of my time or after it. I don’t even want to come close to becoming a Britney or a Mawi. A CDG, a Boutros-Ghali, a Mentor Lee or a Sukarnoputri. I choose the last answer. None of the above.
I don’t need an Indiana Jones or a Ross Gellar of whatever century to dissect my carcass.
My heart goes out to you Mon.
