I got lucky this morning. I just thought I’d give it a shot at those call-in
radio contests this morning at RED 104.9
(yes, I don’t listen to that certain dotFM station anymore and WowFM
seems to have totally disappeared from the airwaves and replaced by
a neverendling playlist of Chinese music) and it turns out I was lucky to
be able to get through and answer what movie a line of dialog they
played out was from (it was from The Matrix
if you’re curious to know). I now have tickets for two to Split Gravy
On Rice playing at The Actors’ Studio Bangsar,
and dinner for two at La Bodega.
Problem is, it’s for tomorrow (Thursday, March 27) night and I can’t
make it. Anyone up for it? Respond by either posting it in the comments
or email me
(remember to change the [at] and [dot] to their proper characters
yah) to claim it and we’ll do the necessary arrangements.
I swear my Nomad Jukebox is developing a mind of its own to be too funny. These two songs were played back to back from the randomly generated playlist:
Okay. So it's really my fault for loading those songs into it in the first place. But I got gobs of hard disk space left on that sucker to load it with even more junk. :P
With all the insanity going on in the world today, anybody paid any attention to the 75th Annual Academy Awards? I heard Steve Martin was really, really good.
Kimi Raikkonen (McLaren Mercedes) certainly lives up to the nickname
given to him, i.e. Iceman, to keep it cool in the hot sweltering
conditions of what supposedly is the hottest race in the Formula One
calendar to win today’s Formula One grand prix in Sepang. Ron
Dennis’ faith in Raikkonen has finally paid off with the young Finn’s
first ever grand prix win and it was only a matter of time this day would
come. He ran a clinical race throughout and hardly had anyone ever
touching him. Reubens Barichello (Ferarri) took second place and is
followed by another new face on the podium, 21 year old Fernando
Alonso (Renault) in third. Last year’s KL grand prix
winner Ralf Schumacher (Williams BMW) was fourth. If you’re wondering
where his elder brother Michael (Schumacher — Ferarri) was, he finished
uncharacteristically in sixth place, no thanks to his collision with Jarno
Trulli (Renault) round the second corner at the start of the race which
became a big deciding factor in today’s race results rather than the new
rules. This has been the second race we did not see Michael
Schumacher on the podium at the end of the race. Will it be the same
again in Brazil a fortnight from now?
Update (1730 – 03.24.2003): I’ve corrected the link to last
year’s KL grand prix winner. My eyes ARE getting tired and I’m beginning
to slack… : \
I squirm and grimace everytime I look at the telly the last couple of
days. Ayah has kept the TV tuned to either
all the time ever since the war started. The worst part is this feeling of
helplessness knowing that there’s absolutely nothing one can do to
stop it but pray to Almighty that this ends quickly, no matter what the
outcome. Shock and awe should not be subjected to civilians. I cannot
imagine the terror those people living nearby those targeted areas are
Even though I am in the opinion that Saddam should leave, in a tiny
corner of my mind, I have this wish that the coalition army will never
find him when this campaign is over. Just so that Bush & Co. will end
up the laughing stock of the world and his own people that not only he
failed to get rid of Osama for sure, he also failed to substantially get
rid of Saddam too. And when the day comes that the coalition army
declares Iraqis are free and liberated of Saddam’s regime, I hope the
people of Iraq will somehow revolt against them just to show how wrong
Bush & Co. has been all this while and prove to the world it has all
been about them wanting to plunder Iraq of its black gold. If they’re
really sincere about liberating people from oppression, they should
have done so with Bosnia-Herzegovina, Kosovo and most importantly,
Watching Formula One
this weekend is not as much fun with all this madness going on.
I feel sick to the stomach knowing that war has begun.
I feel sick knowing that innocent civilians are going to get killed. I feel
sick knowing that those sent there to fight it out are either going to kill
or get themselves killed. I feel sick for having this morbid thought that
the world is going to be pushed into instability with extremisms of all
sorts being unleashed because of this war. All thanks to Bush & Co.’s
thirst for oil.
We wouldn’t be having this war right now also, as Robin Cook — former
UK foreign secretary and leader of the House of Commons, puts it in
“if the hanging chads in Florida had gone the other way and Al Gore
had been elected” back in 2000.
This war is totally unjustifiable. No doubt Saddam has got to go. But not
this way. At least not until every diplomatic avenue has been exhausted.
Bush mentioned that even if the UN does not sanction the war, he
would still go ahead with his plans on the pretext of protecting
Americans from impending threats. Just what direct harm can Iraq do to
America at this time for heaven’s sakes? I have this feeling that Bush
& Co. somewhat used the UN Weapons Inspectors team to confirm that
Iraq does not have any WMDs so that they could comfortably go in and
take Saddam out and subsequently milk Iraq of its oil resources.
Otherwise, how would you explain the situation with North Korea? You
KNOW you wouldn’t wanna mess with anybody who has got some nukes
at their disposal, would you? If there are any impending threats Bush &
Co. should be worried about, it’s going to be the retaliation from within
their midst should they continue with this mindless agenda.
I can almost hear Yoda utter, “Begun this Gulf War 2 has”.
Yeah, this entry was purposely made on 20.03.2003 at 2003 hours.
I'm at a loss for words. Cat got my tongue and some monkey stole my fingers. So can't talk, can't type — much anyways. While I go hunt for them and busying away on some fancy re-attachment surgery, I thought I'd let y'all in on some pictures that have been taken and featured on this website before.
If you’re the kind who only care about end result, it probably wouldn’t
strike you any different to see David Coulthard (McLaren Mercedes),
Juan Pablo Montoya (Williams BMW) and Kimi Raikkonen (McLaren
Mercedes) on the podium at the end of the first race of the 2003
Formula One season. Sometimes, it’s not reaching the destination that
matters but rather the journey to reach there. With new rules being
introduced for this year’s championship, we had quite an entertaining
race today with almost all the drivers moving up and down the order
throughout the race, practically trying to get a grip on everything from
track conditions, tire selection, fuel load, etc. causing several revisions
to each team’s race strategy. Helping small teams to cut costs aside,
perhaps from the technical perspective, this will force all teams to come
up with a real balanced car that’s suitable to be used throughout the
race weekend (since each team is only allowed to use one car now
unless of course it’s badly damaged during qualifying). But it’s quite
obvious that this is done to provide more value as far as entertainment
is concerned since last season’s races were pretty much predictable with
Ferarri leading all the way with the rest of the pack eating their dust.
We’ll see if the trend keeps up when it swings by Sepang in two weeks’
By the way, did somebody mention “need more entertainment”
in F1? ;)
It’s not always Malaysia gets some free publicity in the form of foreign
artists’ music videos. Mundian To Bach Ke
by Punjabi MC
is riding high on the European charts at the moment, apparently driving
clubgoers crazy with its heavy sampling of Knight Rider’s theme.
Anyway, if you thought Spoonfork’s
funky afro-do courtesy of the Bangladeshi hairstylist at Salon Peng-Stylist Rambut in Pandan Jaya
was overboard, the guys at Kedai Gunting Rambut Stylo
similiarly went over the top with Blonde Travolta’s hair. If you’ve
got decent broadband connection, check out the
(Windows Media Player
required). As for the rest of you guys, you’ll have to make do
with some screen caps and
wait it out till MTV
or Channel [V]
puts it on their playlist, but don’t put too much hope on it ‘cos you
never know if our censors deem it as “culturally insensitive” or “making
a mockery of our brown skinned people” and thus slap a ban on it
altogether. Some people are allergic to jokes, y’know.
“Say I’m working at the NSA, and somebody puts a code on my desk,
somethin’ no one else can break. Maybe I take a shot at it and maybe
I break it. And I’m real happy with myself, cus’ I did my job well. But
maybe that code was the location of some rebel army in North Africa or
the Middle East and once they have that location, they bomb the village
where the rebels are hiding… Fifteen hundred people that I never met,
never had no problem with get killed. Now the politicians are sayin’,
“Oh, Send in the marines to secure the area” cus’ they don’t give a shit.
It won’t be their kid over there, gettin’ shot. Just like it wasn’t them
when their number got called, cus’ they were off pullin’ a tour in the
National Guard. It’ll be some kid from Southie over there takin’
shrapnel in the ass. He comes back to find that the plant he used to
work at got exported to the country he just got back from. And the guy
who put the shrapnel in his ass got his old job, cus’ he’ll work for
fifteen cents a day and no bathroom breaks. Meanwhile he realizes the
only reason he was over there in the first place was so that we could
install a government that would sell us oil at a good price. And of
course the oil companies used the little skirmish over there to scare up
domestic oil prices. A cute little ancillary benefit for them but it ain’t
helping my buddy at two-fifty a gallon. They’re takin’ their sweet time
bringin’ the oil back, of course, maybe even took the liberty of hiring
an alcoholic skipper who likes to drink martinis and fuckin’ play slalom
with the icebergs, it ain’t too long ’til he hits one, spills the oil and kills
all the sea life in the North Atlantic. So now my buddy’s out of work. He
can’t afford to drive, so he’s walking to the fuckin’ job interviews, which
sucks because the shrapnel in his ass is givin’ him chronic hemorrhoids.
And meanwhile he’s starvin’ cus’ every time he tries to get a bite to eat
the only blue plate special they’re servin’ is North Atlantic scrod with
Quaker State. So what did I think? I’m holdin’ out for somethin’ better.
I figure fuck it, while I’m at it why not just shoot my buddy, take his job,
give it to his sworn enemy, hike up gas prices, bomb a village, club a
baby seal, hit the hash pipe and join the National Guard? I could be
Song of the moment: Nas (feat. Amerie) – Rule
The random playlist on my Nomad Jukebox was rather interesting this morning:
Pretty upbeat nonetheless. No, I'm not leaving/abandoning the Jukebox for an Apple iPod, not until she breaks down on me. She's been great so far.