The Plea

Please words. I need you now (the and and you two especially). I need you to tell the truth. To say things as they are. Don't be words that I say too fast, words that I have to defend. Please don't listen to me when I tell you to do the wrong things, be the words you were meant to be. Be honour and fire place and celler door. Be slow and sunrise and sunset. Be a phrase "I know they come again." No words more than needed, just enough to say what I mean and mean what I say. Please words. Work.

Milo Vans

MILO vans have been a part of our fondest childhood memories. Now for the first time in Malaysia we have a chance to collect all 6 MILO Mini Van designs, from the 1950's model and even one never seen before design! Here's how to get them, click the linky below :)

http://says.my/miamonash/milo-mini-van

Live Green

Did you know that plastic bags don't just end up in landfills...they end up in oceans too. By using reusable shopping bags, you'll be significantly reducing your usage of plastic bags and helping to protect our endangered wildlife. Every year, more than 100,000 turtles, birds, seals and whales die as a result of accidentally eating plastic bags. So help protect our marine life and pledge to "Live Green"!

clickety click :  http://says.my/miamonash/wwf1

The Coffee Love Story

by Kenny Sia

Once upon a time...


In a park somewhere in Kuching city, a lonely girl sits by herself impatiently.



She's waiting for someone. Someone who was already late again for their date.
From a distance, a boy came rapidly running towards her. Wheezing and panting, he apologised profusely.
He knew he had done something wrong.



The girl, however, is not impressed. And she proceeded to give the boy a major arse whopping.




Boys being boys, he attempted dodging responsibility.



But it was to no avail.




All of a sudden, a good-looking guy emerged from behind Black Roast.



It's Mr Original.
She was instantly mesmerized. Hand in hand, Black Roast and him walked off together into the sunset.




Leaving poor boy Latte all on his own.

 
...
 
The End.

Cannibals In A Kopitiam

Take a look at this seemingly innocent picture.

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I wonder how many people are willing to try the latest addition to the menu

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Our Cantonese cooks are freshly imported from Hong Kong!

I heard that its very popular. Out of curiousity, I asked the ah moi there to show me how they prepare this yummy dish. She happily obliged and I was led to the kitchen at the back.
I wasn't disappointed.




Best served with meatballs on the side.

Sensibility

I’m with my wife waiting at a traffic light, on the way to fetch my dad to KL Sentral. This road has an exit for a u-turn on the right, but it’s only accessible if there are no cars ahead stopped at the traffic light.

I happen to be halfway past the u-turn exit because the light is red and there are cars lined up in front. A middle-age fat-faced chinese guy in a grey, beat up Kancil appears behind me and starts honking, because apparently he can’t wait a minute for the lights to turn green and cars start moving to make his u-turn.
There’s no space in front for me to move to, but I inch up the back of the car in front as much I can, hoping he’d get the hint. He blasts his horn again and flails his hands. Having done what I could, I ignore him. The car in front hears the honks and moves forward half a foot, and me likewise, which finally clears enough space for the royal Kancil to make the turn.

End of story, right? Hurrrrr.

As he makes his u-turn, he stops at the apex and rages and gives me the finger. I calmly point to the cars in front and gesture WTF man, there’s no space, what do you want me to do, rear end the guy in front so you can make your u-turn 60 seconds sooner?

He responds like any reasonable person would – by yanking his handbrakes, jumping out of the car and running screaming at me (in what sounded like advanced cantonese) to step out of my car. I observe him patiently as he continues his verbal tirade, but not so patiently when he starts slamming his fists on my door.
I pull up the handbrakes, take off my seatbelt and am about to grant him his dying wish when I catch the eyes of a young girl in his car, no more than 5 or 6 years old, looking on in horror. I pause.

His daughter is in the car. My wife is with me, and my dad can’t afford to be late for his flight. I stay inside. But it takes all my will to do it. And just then, the lights turn green. Cars behind start honking and I decide to move on, but not before winding down the window and telling him to be less of an asshole when driving, if only for his daughter’s sake… motherfucker.

BEING SENSIBLE SUCKS. SOMETIMES.


-Kurt Low

Stare At Boobs And Live Longer

According to German research published in New England Journal of Medicine, men staring at women’s breasts in fact prolong their lives with years.
“Just 10 minutes of looking at the charms of a well-endowed females is equivalent to a 30-minute aerobics work-out,” said author Dr. Karen Weatherby, a gerontologist.

Sure, the article is vague, sensational, lacking credible scientific references and was probably written by the same person who wrote the paper proclaiming regular consumption of semen is good for female health BUT WHO GIVES A SHIT.
It’s boobies dude! And some things you just want to believe. We’ll stare our way to immortality, one pair of boobs at a time.