I foresee that I’ll be getting a lot of the above in the days coming now that as of this very minute (1917 hours) on this day, I’m officially into the third decade of my life already. Rest assured, friends and fellow fanatics, it’s in the 9th Malaysia Plan.
Anyhow, I’d like to take this opportunity today to thank my parents, whose reproductive organs were essential to my existence and whose level of patience to raise yours truly as the geek he has become today is, on hindsight, quite confounding.
Note: Image above was stolen lifted off Batdude’s former website once upon a time. I was hoping back then that I would not have to use it when the time comes.
Just like in 2004, May seems to be THE time of year for friends' weddings. Earlier this month, a good friend of the family, Crispian and Jacqui got married. Then today, a dear friend whom I knew at Purdue, Sukma tied the knot with Che Mud. Here's wishing the best to both couples.
Manager: Kamu dah kahwin?
Friend: Sudah, encik.
Manager: Hmm. Ada isteri?
Friend: (Confused) Err… maksud encik?
Manager: Berapa bini?
Friend: Seorang, encik.
Manager: Itu belum kira isteri lagi tu.
Friend: Kenapa pula, encik?
Manager: Jadi macam saya: tiga isteri. Baru “is three”.
Bastard. There are some of us here who are still deprived of
I found myself on the Los Dan Faun set the other day where they were shooting the toilet scene with Hans Isaac and Adlin Aman Ramlie. It’s amazing to see the amount of work being put to shoot what would end up as a relatively simple conversational scene in the movie. Anyways, as the crew was wrangling with the continuity of the scene, I got myself lost as to what the scene was all about, but I think it had to do with one of those breakthrough or archimedean “Eureka!” moments. Things like that always happen in the toilet, don’t they?
Speaking of those archimedean moments, Afdlin had me “enterframe” and then “leave my mark” in that scene. If it doesn’t end up on the cutting floor, I hope it will spark one of those pointless debates on whether one should do it standing up or sitting down even when acting it out. Maybe I should’ve done it handsfree or akimbo just to confound those who could even find the time to debate such matters.
Here’s a piece of insignificant trivia on yours truly. I have
never actually used the word ‘blog’. I hate the word ‘blog’ and
now I’m forced to say it twice already. I always use the
non-abbreviated form of it, i.e. ‘weblog’. Sure there’s an extra
syllable to it but at least it doesn’t sound like you have a
massive phlegm stuck in your throat and trying to barf it out.
Maybe my dislike of the word ‘blog’ has to do with my Javanese
roots. The word ‘blog’ is almost like ‘goblok’. It’s not nice to
call people dumb, idiot, dimwit, nitwit, numbnut, nincompoop,
stupid, etc. etc. Unless, of course, you happen to be the one who
is the sole reason for our neverending misery on the road and
without fail always blames man-made disasters as “Act of God”.
Male carbon based bipedal life form capable of operating machines that can perform billions of operations per second without bloodshed. Also capable of producing millions of male reproductive cells on a daily basis without even trying.