Saturday, February 27, 2010

existing!

I guess blogspot doesnt have a time limit on inactive blogs.

I guess I dont really have much to say except perhaps one thing; I could write freely if I didnt have a blog.

Monday, January 05, 2009

While the dead is still living

Just read Paul Krugman's piece on the economy, stupid. Friedman vs Keynesian, Monetary vs Fiscal. I thought we had moved away from high school economics when the world was flat but apparently old solutions are still required to solve new world problems.

Having lived through 3 recessions (didnt count the oil crisis in the early 1970s as my life was pretty insulated then) , I understand that the human spirit is fragile, the human mind is forgetful but our capacity to adjust is boundless.

I therefore declare 2009 the year to adjust boundlessly by freeloading and free porn-ing. (not all freebies are worth it)

Wednesday, December 31, 2008

I shouldnt have drank a gallon of green tea

Just to make sure blogger doesnt erase this blog for inactivity, a yearend post.

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I still can't write but here are my wishes for the new year.

A king's booty and a peasant's body for me. As for the rest of you, lets make gutterUncensored.com the number 1 most popular website in the world by sending in naked pics of your unsuspecting partners.

Saturday, January 12, 2008

Apathy

Boomtown Rats' "I dont like Mondays" tonight is pretty upbeat. Much like those old Italian and Spanish songs of plenty verve with morose lyrics. The ones we sing-a-long to

~ 'My father is so pooRrr'
' He couldnt afford to buy a razor'
'to slash his wRist'

I must be Malaysian.

Saturday, January 05, 2008

Sicko United 2008

Its been a long time since the original list. With less money to spend (last team got relegated), I'm buying local with the exception of one. He's pretty cheap anyway.

Sicko United 2008

Goalkeeper. Khairy Jamaluddin. Nothing gets past him.

Rightback. Alex Yoong (again) in A1 GP. After 2 seasons of relative success, he rediscovered his form (at right behind the others).

Centreback 1 and 2. Andrea Fonseka. A pair of perky ones.

Leftback. Hans Isaac. His partner got hitched.

Righthalf. K Fed. The court judged him to be the better parent.

Defensive midfielder. Samy Vellu. He covers his line well and is never at fault.

Playmaker. Pak Lah. Spreads (big cabinet) and passes out (zzzz) the play conveniently.

Left winger. Anwar Ibrahim. He's still working the channels with his mazy runs.

Nippy striker. Raja Petra Kamaruddin. He loves to shoot but rarely scores.

Big striker. Datuk K. He certainly scored big time.

Manager. Son of Bhutto. He's already plotting for the future.

Sunday, December 23, 2007

Alive and Kicking

~Its Christmas time, there's no need to be afraid ~

All that drinking made me sick the last few days. Feel a lot better today although I had hoped to wake up on the 26th.

I hate shopping malls. This is going to be tricky.

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Looking for Love in All the Wrong Places

This is the 151 post. (is there a plural in post?)


Its funny how you meet old friends and everyone claims to know the other better. Last night, 2 old schoolmates, a doctor and one whose family owns the probably one of the oldest bakery in town, and an old college mate who's well established in advertising met up for drinks. (ok, I think she is because she's leftfield and knows some of my deepest darkest secrets). She hides our friendship well.

Its funnier how everytime you meet old buddies, old stories are regurgitated and told with renewed fervour like it never happened. The doctor reminded me again how blasted I was at his 16th birthday. Today, I learned that I told him mum to f**K off when she tried lying me down. Apparently, she still recalls the incident rather fondly. The baker boy swore by the tale while smirking rather lasciviously at the thought. You cant choose old friends.

The ad girl, WSP, is pro oppostion because she's anti government. I argued that you can be anti opposition and anti goverment as well. Its not about equations but your philosophy. She rightly pointed out I've never stood for anything. I wish she stops calling me.

The mystery of missing white shirt is solved. The auntie claims she doesnt have it and I certainly havent misplaced it in my tiny square feet of space. Its no longer a mystery, its missing.

Then again, I've never been bothered much about clothes.