Wednesday, September 21, 2005
Keranamu...Malaysia?
I've been mulling over the recent hoo-ha concerning this particular Lina Joy, and its got the cogs in my mind turning. You know that keris-wielding Education Minister of ours? Yeah, the one who is so passionate about bringing the good ol' days of NEP back...why has he remained so silent on this issue since he's such a champion for Malay rights?
If Lina Joy has converted from Islam to Christianity personally, must she need written consent from the Syariah Courts? If I recall correctly during my schooling days, the Malaysian Constitution endorses freedom of religion. Looks like the Malays in Malaysia are getting the short end of the stick here - they don't have the actual freedom to choose their own religious path.
I hope Hishamuddin Hussein will take up this challenge of maintaining Malay rights in this land. Do you think he'll pursue this matter with a keris (or two)? Last I checked, KerisMastarrrr.blogspot.com was not taken up yet. He could link up with Lim Kit Siang and they could do a political blogroll together.
Excuse me, I've got some turd to release.
I've been mulling over the recent hoo-ha concerning this particular Lina Joy, and its got the cogs in my mind turning. You know that keris-wielding Education Minister of ours? Yeah, the one who is so passionate about bringing the good ol' days of NEP back...why has he remained so silent on this issue since he's such a champion for Malay rights?
If Lina Joy has converted from Islam to Christianity personally, must she need written consent from the Syariah Courts? If I recall correctly during my schooling days, the Malaysian Constitution endorses freedom of religion. Looks like the Malays in Malaysia are getting the short end of the stick here - they don't have the actual freedom to choose their own religious path.
I hope Hishamuddin Hussein will take up this challenge of maintaining Malay rights in this land. Do you think he'll pursue this matter with a keris (or two)? Last I checked, KerisMastarrrr.blogspot.com was not taken up yet. He could link up with Lim Kit Siang and they could do a political blogroll together.
Excuse me, I've got some turd to release.
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
Handle ID: Reaper
Anyone saw the Doom 3 trailer yet? Well you'd better get your sorry asses in there because I'm one badass chao ang moh...with a cool lookin' gun to boot. I was almost hoping to hear "Handle ID: Whir" but in the end its not to be...alas!
Other than that, life's pretty mundane. Dari pro-gamer ke pro-blogger...you think Malaysians can really pull it off at the moment? Well that'll depend on the advertisers to allow more clicks from the SEA region instead on concentrating on them US/EU zones.
I think it'll take at least a couple more years before anyone can be a truly successful pro-blogger...
Happy Merdeka folks!
Anyone saw the Doom 3 trailer yet? Well you'd better get your sorry asses in there because I'm one badass chao ang moh...with a cool lookin' gun to boot. I was almost hoping to hear "Handle ID: Whir" but in the end its not to be...alas!
Other than that, life's pretty mundane. Dari pro-gamer ke pro-blogger...you think Malaysians can really pull it off at the moment? Well that'll depend on the advertisers to allow more clicks from the SEA region instead on concentrating on them US/EU zones.
I think it'll take at least a couple more years before anyone can be a truly successful pro-blogger...
Happy Merdeka folks!
Thursday, August 18, 2005
Poh!
Here's a shortie. The tree-bangin' Spiffster is back! Just gave him a call and apparently he's about to embark on his lepaking trail...hopefully he won't run into any stark naked flashers! Hope to catch up with him soon :)
Here's a shortie. The tree-bangin' Spiffster is back! Just gave him a call and apparently he's about to embark on his lepaking trail...hopefully he won't run into any stark naked flashers! Hope to catch up with him soon :)
Friday, July 29, 2005
The Cynic
I'm sorry if I've been rather cynical lately, but hey, who isn't?
The power of focus is truly incredible. Its as if the hate has become an extension of one's self, and seared the feeling into some binary code. I can't be arsed if there are half-baked people running without their straightjacket go right off a cliff - its inevitable anyway.
Another week, another dollar. Old folks at church are getting struck with all sorts of maladies suddenly. Its weird, its as if it was yesterday when all these old folks looked so much younger. When the burden of taking care of monkeys (me) was their ministry, and I was just looking forward to 7pm on Sunday evenings (TMNT - Heroes in a half shell! Sponsored by Nespray, no less). Now there are a few more lines on their wizened faces, and they look helpless. Its as if the very breathe of God had left them, and they're hanging on for the sake of...hanging on.
Either that or its my youthful pride speaking :P They're all right, well if you're healed that's good, but if not, its still good coz you're gonna be up there jazzing it up with St. Peter and crowing like a rooster to remind him of his betrayal.
Ahh...the weekend is upon us again. Great. One more week has passed just like that. I'll be sitting on the patio sipping my coffee, awaiting for your letter, love. The sun's setting.
I'm sorry if I've been rather cynical lately, but hey, who isn't?
The power of focus is truly incredible. Its as if the hate has become an extension of one's self, and seared the feeling into some binary code. I can't be arsed if there are half-baked people running without their straightjacket go right off a cliff - its inevitable anyway.
Another week, another dollar. Old folks at church are getting struck with all sorts of maladies suddenly. Its weird, its as if it was yesterday when all these old folks looked so much younger. When the burden of taking care of monkeys (me) was their ministry, and I was just looking forward to 7pm on Sunday evenings (TMNT - Heroes in a half shell! Sponsored by Nespray, no less). Now there are a few more lines on their wizened faces, and they look helpless. Its as if the very breathe of God had left them, and they're hanging on for the sake of...hanging on.
Either that or its my youthful pride speaking :P They're all right, well if you're healed that's good, but if not, its still good coz you're gonna be up there jazzing it up with St. Peter and crowing like a rooster to remind him of his betrayal.
Ahh...the weekend is upon us again. Great. One more week has passed just like that. I'll be sitting on the patio sipping my coffee, awaiting for your letter, love. The sun's setting.
Friday, July 15, 2005
Last Rites
I was wondering about preaching during funerals, it seems that we Christians aren't the only ones who do talk about the afterlife and the hope that we have in the Lord when our dead bodies have gone into rigor mortis and all that. Been attending me woman's grandad's funeral thingy the past week, and throughout the week there was weeping and burning of paper, etc, but last night was the culmination of events when there was this musical troupe singing and a monk chanting incantations (Lvl 6 - Turn Undead attained with 350 EXP more to go!). Of course prior to that when the 'sai kong' was busy 'tok-tok'-ing the funny wooden-shaped gourd, he'll ring a bell once when everything's over and he would start preaching about why he's doing all that, and why the family members must be filial to say prayers...he also explained about how to get into Nirvana, basically explaining what happens when you have breathed your last on God's (yes, He is still in control) green earth.
Pretty much the same as a Pastor giving a sermon about our hope when we die, so I would say that all religion's funeral rites do include some sort of 'preaching' - its fair game. Those who are seeking can always sit down and listen, who knows? you might attain salvation that very day, and you won't need to buy your salvation (you can't buy what's FRE btw) once you're dead.
Always have an open mind at funerals, don't get offended or feel that someone's shoving Jesus down your throat - you're most prolly feeling offended because deep down inside you've got a vacuum, and strangely enough, your pride is fighting the truth. Go disprove the Bible objectively and see what I mean. I tried ;)
As for those who rely on relativity, well you've got a right to. Just remember some things are relative and others are absolute, not everything is relative. Wokies I'm off to follow the hearse in a while so folks, if you're around Green Lane do gimme a holler.
I noticed that the eyes and mouth sink further in 5 days after death...either that or someone took out the dentures from the body. Well when I'm gone don't you guys cry for me, instead all I ask is for everyone to down at least 1 shot of Black Label before they leave. Nael, you can have my comic collection (should be worth a small fortune assuming I live to a ripe old age), and dear, you can have my...er...worldly inheritance :P Foogles, my man, I'll make sure you leave my funeral drunk, Pesky - you get a WoW XIII account, the rest of Asylum, well...just turn up ok? I'll make sure you leave with a full stomach of Cintra Street Chicken Rice/Ham cim peng/dim sum or Chulia Street Char Siew/Siew Bak rice. Sek Seng, you get free curry mee at Jelutong Wet Market because we'll be owning that coffeeshop (heh heh).
The rest of you...well bugger off. LOL.
p.s. does anyone know how did all the Buddhist rites start or was it oral tradition that got lost along the way (something like Jewish oral traditions...)?
I was wondering about preaching during funerals, it seems that we Christians aren't the only ones who do talk about the afterlife and the hope that we have in the Lord when our dead bodies have gone into rigor mortis and all that. Been attending me woman's grandad's funeral thingy the past week, and throughout the week there was weeping and burning of paper, etc, but last night was the culmination of events when there was this musical troupe singing and a monk chanting incantations (Lvl 6 - Turn Undead attained with 350 EXP more to go!). Of course prior to that when the 'sai kong' was busy 'tok-tok'-ing the funny wooden-shaped gourd, he'll ring a bell once when everything's over and he would start preaching about why he's doing all that, and why the family members must be filial to say prayers...he also explained about how to get into Nirvana, basically explaining what happens when you have breathed your last on God's (yes, He is still in control) green earth.
Pretty much the same as a Pastor giving a sermon about our hope when we die, so I would say that all religion's funeral rites do include some sort of 'preaching' - its fair game. Those who are seeking can always sit down and listen, who knows? you might attain salvation that very day, and you won't need to buy your salvation (you can't buy what's FRE btw) once you're dead.
Always have an open mind at funerals, don't get offended or feel that someone's shoving Jesus down your throat - you're most prolly feeling offended because deep down inside you've got a vacuum, and strangely enough, your pride is fighting the truth. Go disprove the Bible objectively and see what I mean. I tried ;)
As for those who rely on relativity, well you've got a right to. Just remember some things are relative and others are absolute, not everything is relative. Wokies I'm off to follow the hearse in a while so folks, if you're around Green Lane do gimme a holler.
I noticed that the eyes and mouth sink further in 5 days after death...either that or someone took out the dentures from the body. Well when I'm gone don't you guys cry for me, instead all I ask is for everyone to down at least 1 shot of Black Label before they leave. Nael, you can have my comic collection (should be worth a small fortune assuming I live to a ripe old age), and dear, you can have my...er...worldly inheritance :P Foogles, my man, I'll make sure you leave my funeral drunk, Pesky - you get a WoW XIII account, the rest of Asylum, well...just turn up ok? I'll make sure you leave with a full stomach of Cintra Street Chicken Rice/Ham cim peng/dim sum or Chulia Street Char Siew/Siew Bak rice. Sek Seng, you get free curry mee at Jelutong Wet Market because we'll be owning that coffeeshop (heh heh).
The rest of you...well bugger off. LOL.
p.s. does anyone know how did all the Buddhist rites start or was it oral tradition that got lost along the way (something like Jewish oral traditions...)?
Monday, July 11, 2005
Good shit
As I was sitting on the porcelain throne after lunch, I mulled over which gave me greater pleasure - letting a big one rip, or opening the gates of your Niagara Falls? I was in the pleasurable throes of the former while in a deep train thought when it crashed into an abrupt halt. I realised that I did it, without undergoing any personal experience of butt-plugs and 10-inch long dildos that would even freak out the most hardcore of gays out there.
I finally found out why do gays, well, find anal sex so pleasurable?
I'm pretty sure you guys (and gals) out there had at least 1 experience where you rushed to the nearest loo, and no matter how dirty it was, you still stripped down to the bare necessities and let it all loose in one satisfying go? The fond memory of your rock-solid stool inching itself out from the chocolate highway (speed depends on how much fibre you had prior), who could forget? And when the dirty deed is all over with this smile carved on your face, you clean yourself up. Upon straightening out your attire, you take a look at that mother-of-all-shit sitting there in all its turdish glory. And hte message hits home, "My goodness, how did something so HUGE come out of me chinky ass?!?"
Strange enough, I had the feeling that it is only the exit that's pleasurable. I'm in no hurry to find out about the entry though.
As I was sitting on the porcelain throne after lunch, I mulled over which gave me greater pleasure - letting a big one rip, or opening the gates of your Niagara Falls? I was in the pleasurable throes of the former while in a deep train thought when it crashed into an abrupt halt. I realised that I did it, without undergoing any personal experience of butt-plugs and 10-inch long dildos that would even freak out the most hardcore of gays out there.
I finally found out why do gays, well, find anal sex so pleasurable?
I'm pretty sure you guys (and gals) out there had at least 1 experience where you rushed to the nearest loo, and no matter how dirty it was, you still stripped down to the bare necessities and let it all loose in one satisfying go? The fond memory of your rock-solid stool inching itself out from the chocolate highway (speed depends on how much fibre you had prior), who could forget? And when the dirty deed is all over with this smile carved on your face, you clean yourself up. Upon straightening out your attire, you take a look at that mother-of-all-shit sitting there in all its turdish glory. And hte message hits home, "My goodness, how did something so HUGE come out of me chinky ass?!?"
Strange enough, I had the feeling that it is only the exit that's pleasurable. I'm in no hurry to find out about the entry though.
Monday, July 04, 2005
DDR
Its been a while since I had the Dynamic Dick Recipe mooted by Choobi. I love stout. I really can't help but love it. Hot or chilled, with or without egg. There's just something about stout that I cannot turn down. On days when I feel really juiced out and overworked, knowing that I have just a few hours of sleep on my hands, downing just a tin/bottle will make everything all right the next morning. Its weird really, I don't know what magic juice did our friends at the Shah Alam brewery put in, but damn if they do not get a raise every year. Repeat after me: Stout is good! I know all of you are looking forward to seeing St. Peter at the end of your (pitiful) earthly tenure here, but hey, I'll take a pass. All those in favour, I'll be hanging out at St. James' Gate instead.
I sometimes wish that there'd be more than 24 hours in a day for twofold reasons - more time to chill out, and enough time to finish all there is to do in a day, stress free. I've been having weird dreams lately, about dismemberment of body parts and all, but I can't really retain those dreams. Also realised that I dream in colour as well. Cool.
Have downloaded The Emancipation of Mimi, and like Melor the Eskimo put it, can that Mariah still sing! :) She might've put on a little cushiony bits over the indulgences of the past few years, but who's counting (the calories), really?
Church was rather different yesterday. For all you believers out there, please pray that more people will get off their fat, sorry asses and start committing themselves to at least a ministry so that the workload can be shared. Don't just commit for a one-off outing only, anyone can do that. Challenge yourselves! You're bound to grow anyways, when committing to a ministry. Don't believe me, just try :) Here's a tip though, if you're attending TMC Penang, sign up for the ministry that spells boy with a capital 'B'. You won't be disappointed ;)
Weeded the garden on Sunday morning. Stubborn bitches, them weeds. Its all good now.
Its been a while since I had the Dynamic Dick Recipe mooted by Choobi. I love stout. I really can't help but love it. Hot or chilled, with or without egg. There's just something about stout that I cannot turn down. On days when I feel really juiced out and overworked, knowing that I have just a few hours of sleep on my hands, downing just a tin/bottle will make everything all right the next morning. Its weird really, I don't know what magic juice did our friends at the Shah Alam brewery put in, but damn if they do not get a raise every year. Repeat after me: Stout is good! I know all of you are looking forward to seeing St. Peter at the end of your (pitiful) earthly tenure here, but hey, I'll take a pass. All those in favour, I'll be hanging out at St. James' Gate instead.
I sometimes wish that there'd be more than 24 hours in a day for twofold reasons - more time to chill out, and enough time to finish all there is to do in a day, stress free. I've been having weird dreams lately, about dismemberment of body parts and all, but I can't really retain those dreams. Also realised that I dream in colour as well. Cool.
Have downloaded The Emancipation of Mimi, and like Melor the Eskimo put it, can that Mariah still sing! :) She might've put on a little cushiony bits over the indulgences of the past few years, but who's counting (the calories), really?
Church was rather different yesterday. For all you believers out there, please pray that more people will get off their fat, sorry asses and start committing themselves to at least a ministry so that the workload can be shared. Don't just commit for a one-off outing only, anyone can do that. Challenge yourselves! You're bound to grow anyways, when committing to a ministry. Don't believe me, just try :) Here's a tip though, if you're attending TMC Penang, sign up for the ministry that spells boy with a capital 'B'. You won't be disappointed ;)
Weeded the garden on Sunday morning. Stubborn bitches, them weeds. Its all good now.
