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Entries from July 2005

brimful of asha on the FortyFive

July 29, 2005 · 4 Comments

You Know You’re Malaysian When….

You complain about the quality of the pirated DVD you just purchased. "What, RM10 for DVD5?! Aiyah, boss … sound no good, cheaperlah …"

You’re willing to consume sambal petai and durian and gladly suffer the bloating and wind-breaking incidents.

You’re exceedingly polite to the Mat Sallehs but you slag your own kind. "Hello, sir. Why don’t you sit here, it?s got the best view of the city skyline." But, "Aunty-ah, your table is over there next to the kitchen."

You order Maggi goreng and fried chicken, complain about how oily the food is, and then proceed to finish it anyway.

You love to talk about food. You’re already thinking about what to have for dinner while eating lunch. "I’m stuffed. What shall we have for dinner?"

You dive into a communal-style meal the moment the dish lands on the table only to hesitate at the last morsel of food on the serving dish. There are two possible explanations for this: the first is the pai seh (embarrassed) factor, while the other is the myth that the person who eats the last piece will be a spinster.

You hit the accelerator the moment the first drop of rain hits your windshield. "Alamak, it’s going to rain. Sure traffic jam one. I’d better drive faster."

You seize the opportunity to make a U-turn anywhere … especially where there is a sign telling you not to. Well, so long as the cops aren’t in sight.

You feel a burning desire to send text messages and even have the gall to give your friend a blow-by-blow account of the movie to your friend on the handphone ? during the screening of the movie. "Okay, now that girl Lizzie is impersonating an Italian singer; she so doesn?t look Italian …"

You forsake your loved ones for the all-important four letter-word: S-A-L-E. "Sorry, mum, I can’t take you to Aunt Mary’s because I have to go to MidValley before the crowd."

You’re also more than happy to be part of the insane traffic jam that forms around malls during weekends and sale periods.

Reality shows Akademi Fantasia and Malaysian Idol dictate your social life. "What, no TV at the mamak? Count me out ? I’m staying home. Rinie needs my support."

You pepper every sentence with lah. "No-lah, I can’t see you today-lah. I have to study-lah. You know-lah, the prison warden aka mak is watching me like a hawk"

You fail to function normally without your daily dose of teh tarik and nasi lemak.

You have owned at least one Proton in your lifetime. Cheap, cheap. That is until you start to make enough dough to buy that Honda you’ve been salivating over.

You slow down at an accident site to take down the car number plate, but won’t step out of your car to help ? the victim could be a robber!

You’d rather park your car along the main road outside the mall, where there’s a yellow line, rather than pay RM1 to park inside where there are adequate bays.

You plead, bat your eyelids and relate a sob story to the officer at the town council office to let you off the hook (or reduce the amount considerably) for the fine you incurred when you parked your car on the double line.

You make an appointment for 10am and conveniently show up a half hour late ? Malaysian time, what …

You pop open the wet tissue packet at the Chinese restaurant by squeezing the trapped air to the top of the packet before proceeding to smash your fist into it. The louder the pop the better.

You greet your friend / neighbor / acquaintance on the street with "How are things?" or "Have you eaten?" or better yet, by stating the obvious: "Went to market ah?"

Ramlee burger is the "piece de resistance" of your growing-up-years cuisine.

You catch all major televised events at the mamak.

You have roughly six meals a day (breakfast, mid-morning tea, lunch, afternoon tea, dinner and supper).

Then there’s the snacking ? keropok ikan, pisang goreng, muruku, jam tarts and the like.

You get the whole family dressed to the nines, jump into the car and head for the minister’s open house ? and ask for styrofoam boxes and plastic bags to tar pau food.

Your accent and language style vary according to the race of the person you are conversing with.

You’ve got a friendly disposition. Smiles are abundant and your "Apa khabar?" is warm and sincere.

You exclaim loudly how expensive everything is, even though the items may in fact be going for a steal. "Wah! So expensive, ah? Hak sei ngor (Scare me to death)!"

You dig deep into your pockets to contribute to the latest appeal for donations in the newspapers.

You "dis" our country all the time, but as soon as something good happens (like winning the Thomas Cup), you morph into a proud Malaysian.

You never travel abroad without a bottle of chilli sauce, or sachets which you can sneak into restaurants.

You’re proud to be Malaysian – and you pass these jokes on to all your Malaysian friends!

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The Keys to Your Heart

You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.
In love, you feel the most alive when things are straight-forward, and you’re told that you’re loved.
You’d like to your lover to think you are optimistic and happy.
You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic.
Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything… no secrets.
Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.
You think of marriage as something that will confine you. You are afraid of marriage.
In this moment, you think of love as something you don’t need. You just feel like flirting around and playing right now.
Your Hidden Talent
You are both very knowledgeable and creative. You tend to be full of new ideas and potential – big potential. Ideas like yours could change the world, if you build them. As long as you don’t stop working on your dreams, you’ll get there.
You Are 24 Years Old
24 20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what’s to come… love, work, and new experiences.

Part Expert Kisser

You’re a kissing pro, but it’s all about quality and not quantity You’ve perfected your kissing technique and can knock anyone’s socks off And you’re adaptable, giving each partner what they crave When it comes down to it, your kisses are truly unforgettable

Part Passionate Kisser

For you, kissing is about all about following your urges If someone’s hot, you’ll go in for the kiss – end of story You can keep any relationship hot with your steamy kisses A total spark plug – your kisses are bound to get you in trouble

How You Life Your Life
You have a good sense of self control and hate to show weakness. You’re laid back and chill, but sometimes you care too much about what others think. You prefer a variety of friends and tend to change friends quickly. You have one big dream in your life, and you never lose sight of it.
aisey, you see lah how bored i am at work. now i hungry dis… for the record, i don watch AF & im still wondering why you all are frenzied by it…

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Francis Scott

July 28, 2005 · Leave a Comment

Nick: " ‘I’m thirty’ I said. ‘I’m five years too old to lie to myself and call it honor."

The Great Gatsby

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Will he?

July 26, 2005 · Leave a Comment

wile.E coyote catch the roadrunner? __> !$#%&!#!!#!@ ——————————————————————~~~~~~~~**~~*beep*beep~~*~!

I’ve been wondering about it since i started loving the road runner. Animal Planet spoils it for me when they showed me how the actual road runner looked like. SPOIL SPOIL RUSAK sial!!!

its like when Anne (of Green Gables) swore off diamonds forever when she discovered it wasnt purple. Honestly –

i may be thirty but i still like a little magic in my life.

Sunny day sweepin’ da clouds away, on my way to where the air is sweet…

can you tell me how to get… how to get me a new job!

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The power of communication

July 25, 2005 · 2 Comments

Everytime Astro plays a re-run, i hit the red button and run to my room for a SATC marathon. Nevermind i’ve seen it thousands of times before; i’d rather watch Miranda straddle Blair Underwood than watch how unsuspecting clueless celebs get uncleverly punked Kutcher style. I’m sick of seeing Samantha Brown raving about every little corner of heaven in some ulu-ulu places; can’t they put lindsay there in a itsybitsyteenyweeny yella polka… (im not finished) dot bikini. I don’t care if paparazzi say she’s gone from boob to bones. I LOVE the new lohan. delish.

Everytime Astro plays a re-run, my 3y/o neice demands a roundtheclock viewing of DAT purple  pedo dinosaur that comes only in her imagination. Here’s some spelling lessons: I said Eat Shit eat bananas. B.A.N.A.N.A.S –

Everytime Astro plays a re-run of Something about Mary; i laugh to myself, send the same text message to my sister (who is probably nursing her 3 month old Trinitea) and my brother (who sold his soul to the pastry dept in Shang KL for a monthly income) – "Mary? Hav u seen mah bess ball?"

God Bless this power of three. I could send you a one liner and you’d totally fall off your chair laughing… you laugh, snigger and perhaps turn the Astro on to catch that line. Friends of Joseph – they call it – in Anne of Avonlea. Kindred spirits, sebati hingga mati (betul ka tu?) – Friends for Life. Its exactly i feel for the likes of Vincent Paul (re: previous post), Collins J (i think you like me, you wanna date me, you wanna kissss me…); its the little things like this that makes my day.

With my nephews its the ultimate slo-mo "hellllo moto…" – somehow it tickles me. Trust me, kids across the globe is ‘hello-moto-ing’ too – ask Mona.

I was sitting in a cafe the day after the JD big party on Heritage and a song oozed out of the speakers. I heard it before i knew that. i’ve heard it in her car. I have no idea what song it is, or who sang it. Funny thing is i don’t wanna know.

Somehow – i knew if i’d known the song, the magic will evaporate into thin air. i just refuse to let that happen.

Only two weeks ago my sister sent me that ‘Have you seen my baseball?" line; on saturday i sent her one when i saw Astro’s attempt for another re-run. Its not astro thats the magic –

its the connection.

do i make any sense at all?

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In Loving Memory

July 19, 2005 · 1 Comment

Mum_1   

you’re still in my mind and in my heart mum - JULY 19th 1945 to 2002

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I PRAY I MAKE P.A!

July 19, 2005 · Leave a Comment

to sontag, sondheim, anything taboo…

honestly i dont know why this song came into mind (talkin abt the title, its from FAME:The Musical)  when my brother mentioned about the

TRAILER FOR RENT! GODBLESSCHRISCOLUMBUS!mwahmwahmwah! i mentioned this october last year, y’all. [October 02, 2004 OH MY GOD CHRIS COLUMBUS!!!!] – and if this movie does not bombs – chrissy will gets a biggie smoochie from me.

HERE’S THE LINK kiddies: RENT: THE MUSICAL – trailer

of course i wanna be watch the tango maureen… i’m warnin’ yall im gonna be singin together with the cast of RENT at the movies… muwahahahahahahaha…. so beng one me. kekekekeh

every single day,
i walk down the street
i hear people say ‘baby so sweet’
ever since puberty
everybody stares at me
boys girls i can’t help it baby
so be kind and don’t lose your mind
just remember that i’m your baby

take me for what i am
who i was ment to be
and if you give a damn
take me baby
or leave me

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Am i goin to get a pay rise?

July 18, 2005 · Leave a Comment

8ball

My highly intelligent nephews bought the Magic 8 Ball from Toys R Us yesterday; their enthusiasm engaged me into questioning the big black hole of mystery surrounding me myself my LIFE!

Am i going to get a car? "It is certain"

Am i going to be rich? "Yes definitely"

Am i going to be very rich? "Dont count on it"

Am i NOT going to be very rich? "Dont count on it"

Am i going to work tomorrow? "It is decidedly so" see i did go to work baby… i can’t take a day off without worrying paycuts.

hehehe… im goin home to ask the clairvoyant 8ball my future…

again.

How did yr monday go?

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i.Tink.there4.i.Am

July 15, 2005 · 2 Comments

My server is down. i mean me. Mine server is down. im a coughin in this temperamental weather of interspersing brutal rain and sudden hot sunshine. Sesame street will never be the same again – our days here are neither sunny nor rainy – its all rojak – like half the local celebrity supermodels – to put it in a kind word the weather, like our people – we so – "muhibbah" –

cheer up people. its only friLay – and il be at home, combing my carpet gold mining for valuable lint…

kekekeke…

cheers! Here’s to Celcom – "Diriku bukan sekadar nombor…

Diriku hanya sekadar emel" wakakakakaka –

just gonna drop off a line – i tink i miss you a lot.

tink. i tink der 4 i am.

happy weekend chewren… can you tell me how to get? How to get to sesame street…

Sunny Day
Sweepin’ the clouds away
On my way to where the air is sweet

Can you tell me how to get,
How to get to Sesame Street

Come and play
Everything’s A-OK
Friendly neighbors there
That’s where we meet

Can you tell me how to get
How to get to Sesame Street

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Attn: The Reformed Pervert

July 4, 2005 · 1 Comment

Robertpattinson05 Dear Sir,

Re: Harry Potter’s worthy Opponent – Cedric Diggory

In reference to the abovementioned, and as per-our nightclub conversation; attached herewith is a visual of our latest insertion. Please feel free to visualise yourself,

on him…

haha.

Warm Regards

The QueerPropaganda

ps. this jpeg makes him look like a BSB lah. lol.

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