Monday, June 20, 2011
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.
Thursday, June 9, 2011
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
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
clickety click : http://says.my/miamonash/wwf1
Sunday, June 5, 2011
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.
I wonder how many people are willing to try the latest addition to the menu
I wasn't disappointed.

Best served with meatballs on the side.
| kennyasia.com |
| Taken From kennyasia.com |
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.
Saturday, June 4, 2011
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
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.
What a daft way to stop your spaniel eating the milkman
As we know, one man once got on one plane in a pair of exploding hiking boots and as a result everyone else in the entire world is now forced to strip naked at airports and hand over their toiletries to a man in a high-visibility jacket.
In other words, the behaviour of one man has skewed the concept of everyday life for everyone else. And we are seeing this all the time.
Last month a Birmingham couple pleaded guilty to starving their supposedly home-schooled daughter to death. Now, of course, there are calls for parents who choose to educate their children at home to be monitored on an hourly basis by people from the “care” industry, and possibly to have their toiletries confiscated.
Then we have calls to ban sexually provocative pop videos from the television until 9pm and put Loaded magazine on the top shelf. Will this prevent teenage boys from seeing girls’ breasts? Well, whoever thinks it will has plainly never heard of the internet.
We see the same sort of overreaction to paedophilia. Just because one man in your town likes to watch schoolgirls playing netball, you must apply for a licence if you wish to take a friend’s kids to school in the morning. And I now run the risk of having my camera impounded by the police if I take pictures of my children playing on the beach.
Likewise, if I decide to take a picture of St Paul’s Cathedral I will be hurled to the ground by anti-terrorist officers and possibly shot six times in the back of the head — just because one person in Bradford once made a speech about the infidel.
We seem to have lost sight of the fact that throughout history 90% of people have behaved quite normally 90% of the time. Agatha Christie, for instance, was home-schooled and at no point was she forced to eat breadcrumbs from her neighbour’s bird table.
Of course, at the extremes, you have 5% who are goodie-goodies and who become vicars, and 5% who build exploding hiking shoes and starve their children to death.
It’s this oddball 5% that is targeted by the tidal wave of legislation. But making it more difficult to teach your children at home will not stop kids being mistreated.
It just changes the pattern of everyday life for everyone else. This is what drives me mad.
We now think it’s normal behaviour to take off our clothes at an airport. But it isn’t. Nor is it normal to stand outside in the rain to have a cigarette or to do 30mph on a dual carriageway when it’s the middle of the night and everyone else is in bed. It’s stupid.
And last week the stupidity made yet another lunge into the fabric of society with the news that government ministers were considering new laws that would force everyone to take a test before they were allowed to keep a dog.
No, really. Because one dog once ate one child, some hopeless little twerp from the department of dogs had to think of something sincere to say on the steps of the coroner’s court. Inevitably, they will have argued that the current law is “not fit for purpose”, whatever that means, and that “steps must be taken to ensure this never happens again”.
The steps being considered mean that every dog owner in the land will have to fit their pet with a microchip so that its whereabouts can be determined from dog-spotting spy-in-the-sky drones, and that before being allowed to take delivery of a puppy, people will have to sit an exam similar to the driving theory test. The cost could reach £60, and on top of this you will need compulsory third-party insurance in case your spaniel eats the milkman.
So to ensure that someone in the north called Mick doesn’t shove his pit bull into a primary school playground to calm it down, I will now have to computerise my labradoodle and answer a lot of damn fool questions about when my dog should be on a lead.
In other words, the normality of dog ownership will be skewed. Instead of spending your free time with your pooches, throwing balls or tickling them under the chin, you will be forced to provide tea and biscuits for someone from the department of dogs while he inspects your cupboard under the stairs for evidence that they’ve eaten the cleaning lady.
This will achieve nothing good. It will ruin the enjoyment of dog ownership for millions, it will result in thousands of abandoned dogs, as people realise they can’t afford the insurance, and yet it will make no difference to men in the north called Mick, who will continue to tattoo their dogs with gothic symbols of hate.
What good did all the airport legislation achieve? None. It simply means that you and I now must get to the airport six years before the plane is due to leave and arrive at the other end with yellow teeth, smelly armpits and no nail file. Did it prevent a chap from getting on board with exploding underpants? No, it did not.
Happily, however, I have a solution to the problem, a way that normal human behaviour can be preserved. It’s simple. We must start to accept that 5% of the population at any given time is bonkers. There are no steps to be taken to stamp this out and no lessons to be learnt when a man with a beard boards a plane with an exploding dog.
Government officials who are questioned on the steps of coroner’s courts must be reminded of this before they speak. So that instead of saying the current law is “not fit for purpose” and that something must be done, they familiarise themselves with an expression that sums up the situation rather better: “Shit happens.”
-Jeremy Clarkson wrote to The Sunday Times (here)
In other words, the behaviour of one man has skewed the concept of everyday life for everyone else. And we are seeing this all the time.
Last month a Birmingham couple pleaded guilty to starving their supposedly home-schooled daughter to death. Now, of course, there are calls for parents who choose to educate their children at home to be monitored on an hourly basis by people from the “care” industry, and possibly to have their toiletries confiscated.
Then we have calls to ban sexually provocative pop videos from the television until 9pm and put Loaded magazine on the top shelf. Will this prevent teenage boys from seeing girls’ breasts? Well, whoever thinks it will has plainly never heard of the internet.
We see the same sort of overreaction to paedophilia. Just because one man in your town likes to watch schoolgirls playing netball, you must apply for a licence if you wish to take a friend’s kids to school in the morning. And I now run the risk of having my camera impounded by the police if I take pictures of my children playing on the beach.
Likewise, if I decide to take a picture of St Paul’s Cathedral I will be hurled to the ground by anti-terrorist officers and possibly shot six times in the back of the head — just because one person in Bradford once made a speech about the infidel.
We seem to have lost sight of the fact that throughout history 90% of people have behaved quite normally 90% of the time. Agatha Christie, for instance, was home-schooled and at no point was she forced to eat breadcrumbs from her neighbour’s bird table.
Of course, at the extremes, you have 5% who are goodie-goodies and who become vicars, and 5% who build exploding hiking shoes and starve their children to death.
It’s this oddball 5% that is targeted by the tidal wave of legislation. But making it more difficult to teach your children at home will not stop kids being mistreated.
It just changes the pattern of everyday life for everyone else. This is what drives me mad.
We now think it’s normal behaviour to take off our clothes at an airport. But it isn’t. Nor is it normal to stand outside in the rain to have a cigarette or to do 30mph on a dual carriageway when it’s the middle of the night and everyone else is in bed. It’s stupid.
And last week the stupidity made yet another lunge into the fabric of society with the news that government ministers were considering new laws that would force everyone to take a test before they were allowed to keep a dog.
No, really. Because one dog once ate one child, some hopeless little twerp from the department of dogs had to think of something sincere to say on the steps of the coroner’s court. Inevitably, they will have argued that the current law is “not fit for purpose”, whatever that means, and that “steps must be taken to ensure this never happens again”.
The steps being considered mean that every dog owner in the land will have to fit their pet with a microchip so that its whereabouts can be determined from dog-spotting spy-in-the-sky drones, and that before being allowed to take delivery of a puppy, people will have to sit an exam similar to the driving theory test. The cost could reach £60, and on top of this you will need compulsory third-party insurance in case your spaniel eats the milkman.
So to ensure that someone in the north called Mick doesn’t shove his pit bull into a primary school playground to calm it down, I will now have to computerise my labradoodle and answer a lot of damn fool questions about when my dog should be on a lead.
In other words, the normality of dog ownership will be skewed. Instead of spending your free time with your pooches, throwing balls or tickling them under the chin, you will be forced to provide tea and biscuits for someone from the department of dogs while he inspects your cupboard under the stairs for evidence that they’ve eaten the cleaning lady.
This will achieve nothing good. It will ruin the enjoyment of dog ownership for millions, it will result in thousands of abandoned dogs, as people realise they can’t afford the insurance, and yet it will make no difference to men in the north called Mick, who will continue to tattoo their dogs with gothic symbols of hate.
What good did all the airport legislation achieve? None. It simply means that you and I now must get to the airport six years before the plane is due to leave and arrive at the other end with yellow teeth, smelly armpits and no nail file. Did it prevent a chap from getting on board with exploding underpants? No, it did not.
Happily, however, I have a solution to the problem, a way that normal human behaviour can be preserved. It’s simple. We must start to accept that 5% of the population at any given time is bonkers. There are no steps to be taken to stamp this out and no lessons to be learnt when a man with a beard boards a plane with an exploding dog.
Government officials who are questioned on the steps of coroner’s courts must be reminded of this before they speak. So that instead of saying the current law is “not fit for purpose” and that something must be done, they familiarise themselves with an expression that sums up the situation rather better: “Shit happens.”
-Jeremy Clarkson wrote to The Sunday Times (here)
The fountain of vagina nicknames
The fountain of vagina nicknames
Does your vagina have a nickname? If it doesn’t, be inspired here (scroll down and click the “Tell us what you call yours” button).
Disco Flaps comes across as fun and exciting, but she’s probably a slut
Stupid People
Live goes on like it should, the way we wanted it, the way we don't want it to be. It has been a while since I write anything. It's probably been a while since I can settle down with a little bit of sound mind. Being young is being ruthless I should say.
I have to say that blogging had seen it's hayday. But due to the lack of intelligent people around the world, it seems like reading has become a less popular hobby compared to facebook. Today I want to talk about stupid people.
Stupid people are those people that do not understand things. They are the people who spam your chatbox, they are the people that have a very low understanding about anything. They are short sighted, they say what they think, they think what they say, they cannot go beyond a very superficial surface of thinking things. This people are often failures in life and cannot survive without the support of their parents until they are 55 and finally die a meaningless life. That is a stupid person. And there are many of them around us.
Next I would love to talk about my hatered for stupid people. What can I say, stupid people is very irritating. They are like the pest of the world that needs to be destroyed. They must be eliminated before they destroy us. We must educate them, we must elevate their low state of mentality. Their 3rd world mentality, we must save them before they destroy themselves and us together.
Stupid people exist. They are reading this. Forget blogging, go make babies.
I have to say that blogging had seen it's hayday. But due to the lack of intelligent people around the world, it seems like reading has become a less popular hobby compared to facebook. Today I want to talk about stupid people.
Stupid people are those people that do not understand things. They are the people who spam your chatbox, they are the people that have a very low understanding about anything. They are short sighted, they say what they think, they think what they say, they cannot go beyond a very superficial surface of thinking things. This people are often failures in life and cannot survive without the support of their parents until they are 55 and finally die a meaningless life. That is a stupid person. And there are many of them around us.
Next I would love to talk about my hatered for stupid people. What can I say, stupid people is very irritating. They are like the pest of the world that needs to be destroyed. They must be eliminated before they destroy us. We must educate them, we must elevate their low state of mentality. Their 3rd world mentality, we must save them before they destroy themselves and us together.
Stupid people exist. They are reading this. Forget blogging, go make babies.
Adorable kids singing along with singer-songwriter Jasemaine Gan
Watch as over 50 kids from Harvest Center sing along with Jasemine. The song they are singing is titled "Share the Love", which debuts the Share The Love movement. Find out more about the movement here, and share this music video with your friends!
Give them some love, and click :)
Share The Love
Give them some love, and click :)
Share The Love
Animals Matter
Animals Matter
One reason animals are so vulnerable to cruelty is because there is no universal agreement between nations that animals can suffer and feel pain. There is an urgent need for an international commitment to protect animals and their welfare. Such a commitment would inspire political leaders, organisations and individuals to treat animals better and will be the beginning of the end of animal cruelty across the world. It is our responsibility to ensure that animals are given the protection they deserve and that the indisputable link between animal welfare, the protection of people and the planet is recognised.Protection is just a click away, all you need to do to save some animals is to click on the link below.
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Lend A Hand :)
A Mini Thing
You can worry to no end about what you don't have. Or you can marvel at God's breathtaking gifts: the morning dew, the sun, the clouds, the trees, the flowers, the birds. Could you create any of these?
Friday, June 3, 2011
Welcome To Highschool
Welcome to high school, where everyone pretends to love what everyone else loves. Where guys go for the easy girls, or the popular girls. Where people are separated into groups; even if the people in those groups don’t realize it. Where people act a certain way to be accepted. Where people pretend to be someone else. Where people are different. Welcome to high school. The place where people struggle to find themselves, along with getting lost behind the masks. — Stop following the crowd. Do what you feel is right. Don’t ever make someone feel the way you felt when you were left out for being you.
Do Something Epic
We want positive action not negative reactions. We want to integrate not tolerate. We want to stop complaining, and start acting. We want our friends to stop migrating overseas and our parents to stop telling us to do so. We want to be colour blind to our neighbours. We want to stand up to be responsible for our collective future and believe that others want to as well. Your action today can change the way the nation is shaped tomorrow. But before change can happen, you need to vote. Without your vote, your voice can’t be heard. Join us in this EPIC movement to register 2 Million new voters by the end of 2011.
http://says.my/miamonash/dosomethingepic
Click it, cause you know you want to. Don't resist the temptation. :)
http://says.my/miamonash/dosomethingepic
Click it, cause you know you want to. Don't resist the temptation. :)
Adieu,
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