Archive for January, 2007

copy block @ work

Tuesday, January 23rd, 2007

a pencil behind my ear,

chuck work, jug down a beer,

i am alpha, omega and the meat sandwiched in between.

an idea behind my stares,

too clever it might glare,

i am the A, the Z, and the words made up in between.

no paperback writer, i find solace in status,

A plastecine whore race, who sells better lies first.

But behold!

the traffic halts!

the pencil stays still… the curse of a writer’s block.

But behold! don’t pass.

the next writer could reach only less.

i speak of dialects too high for these fools hash.

you want malaysian? i deliver global lines,

i ask patience, i’ll turn money out of time…

give me a sharpened pencil, leave and return in few minutes,

let me to knock the block, i’ll win you over when i’m finished.

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Thursday, January 18th, 2007

so our prime minister is allocating rm20million to 1 school for refurbishment. rm20 fuckin mil? one single school.

and flood victims in johor receives rm200 per family. rm200.

you do the math. *applauds* 

50 years of nationhood; one less thing to be proud of. so much for transparency. so much for national emergencies.

shit you should knw.

Wednesday, January 17th, 2007

Got this from cnn. shit you should knw.

LONDON, England — It is now remembered as the worst atrocity in Europe since World War II.

In a five-day orgy of slaughter at Srebrenica in July 1995, up to 8,000 Muslims were systematically exterminated in what was described at the U.N. war crimes tribunal as "the triumph of evil."

What made it worse was the genocide took place in what had been designated a U.N. "safe area" three months earlier.

A judge at The Hague tribunal was later to describe what happened in Srebrenica as "truly scenes from hell written on the darkest pages of human history."

Thousands of Bosnian Muslims had sought refuge in the spa town of Srebrenica in 1995 as the Bosnian Serb army marched towards them.

They were protected by just 100 lightly equipped Dutch peacekeepers — who proved no match for the advancing, heavily-armed Serb army.

Denied reinforcements, the Dutch were forced to stand aside while Serb troops intent on "ethnic cleansing" did their worst — the peacekeepers even witnessing the summary execution of civilians.

In the days before the onslaught, 30,000 Muslims fleeing the advancing Serb army were crammed into the town. Within days there was not one Muslim left.

A great number fled — only for many of them to be wiped out in Serb ambushes — but the men who stayed fared the worst.

Thousands of men and boys as young as 10 were rounded up and murdered. Those who tried to hide in their homes were, according to evidence at the trial of Serb General Radislav Krstic at The Hague in March 2000, "hunted down like dogs and slaughtered."

Serbian TV footage shows woman and children being separated from the men and put on buses.

In a sickening show of "reassurance" Bosnian Serb commander-in-chief General Ratko Mladic — now on the war crimes tribunal’s most wanted list with political leader Radovan Karadzic — told the women everyone would be taken out by bus out and safely reunited.

When the cameras were turned off the real face of the Serb army emerged as the slaughter began.

More than 60 truckloads of refugees were taken from Srebrenica to execution sites where they were bound, blindfolded, and shot with automatic rifles.

Some of the executions were carried out at night under arc lights. Industrial bulldozers then pushed the bodies into mass graves.

Some were buried alive, a French policeman who collected evidence from Bosnian Muslims, Jean-Rene Ruez, told The Hague tribunal in 1996.

He gave evidence that Bosnian Serb forces had killed and tortured refugees at will. Streets were littered with corpses, he said, and rivers were red with blood. Many people committed suicide to avoid having their noses, lips and ears chopped off, he said.

Among other lurid accounts of mass murder, Ruez cited cases of adults being forced to kill their children or watching as soldiers ended the young lives.

"One soldier approached a woman in the middle of a crowd," he said. "Her child was crying. The soldier asked why the child was crying and she explained that he was hungry. The soldier made a comment like, ‘He won’t be hungry anymore.’ He slit the child’s throat in front of everybody."

Later it was revealed that Mladic had been able to press on unhindered by issuing ultimatums to the U.N. protection force.

It was suggested the U.N. high command had promised to stop air strikes against the Serb army in return for the release of 370 U.N. soldiers held prisoner — and Mladic took this as the green light to attack Srebrenica.

The Commander of the Dutch U.N. troops, Col. Thomas Karremans, told The Hague tribunal in 1996 that he had first requested NATO air strikes when Mladic’s troops began their assault on July 6, but that the request was not granted until July 11 when Srebrenica fell. By then, Karremans said, it "was too late and too little."

Karremans said a long Serb blockade before the attack had left the lightly armed Dutch battalion desperately short of food and fuel, but requests for fresh supplies went unheeded.

In 1999 the U.N. admitted its error in expecting 100 Dutch troops to deter the Bosnian Serb army.

rain rain. stay.

Wednesday, January 17th, 2007

you know it’s kinda cool. i got this huge window at my corner in the office, my left wall where i lean on is glass, my blinds are always up, the morning sunshine’s a nice touch, but it’s pouring dogs and frogs right now; and i could actually smell the rain with the glass ajar. the last i smelt rain was when i was still in ss4? puchong before that and tpg naturally. used to paint whenever it rained, or read, or now, blog. i guess what i’m ACTUALLY trying to say is, this job, where i’m allowed to step in with shorts and caps, in this copywriter corner, windows ajar and zeus’ rain juice pouring down…it brings me back to good times. and i suppose the fact that i’m acknowledging and feelin the vibe right now, is a lil hint that those times’ resurfacing. cant wait to move. gonna be sleek.

now. bck to work. zeus’ juice….now someone should quote that!

kl talak!

Tuesday, January 16th, 2007

things supa addictive and bloody absent in kl (things trix think about during ciggie breaks in office)-

1. SUPRA sneakers (holy mother of all cows man…tight tight designs!)

2. Keloggs Banana Frosties

3. REAL penang fried koay tiao

4. Guleng Peng (bandung doesnt count!)

5. Nasik Dagang @ RM2.50

6. Levi’s FLU

7. M&M’s Electric colours

8. Singapore’s McD’s chicken wings (vinegar fried baby!)

9. Jessica Alba (we got Hannah Tan tho. schwiing!)

10. Milk Choc covered  Mint Oreos..(again, mother of all cows!)

11. Southern Comfort (best fuckin mixer ever. like. ever! fuq y’all!)

12. A transparent government

and oh…camel filters is readily available now. as in mainstream. switch bitch!

pss - we might be seeing the first african-american president for the United States not long from now. Senator Barack Obama of Chi-town is the fifth candidate in the Democratic White House, striving to  ‘change American politics’. It’s the lesser of 2 evils if you ask me, politic’s dirty be it white, black or bi-racial, but i could do with seeing Bush Jr being sniped out of his seat.

lovin the fever

Wednesday, January 10th, 2007

sloshed.
wiped out.
internally sterilized.
whatever you might wanna call it. i was that.
Loft celebrated its 2nd anniversary last night,had invites and the
next thing you know, we were all sucking oysters and drinking like our stomach’s had spongy walls, hell, even arafah was fuckin gone by 10.30. lol. props to Joe and TBone for hyping the night up tho.

UNTIL of course, some dancers came on board and did a 10 minutes stint where they just repeated the same moves (literally…it’s like doing the 1 2 steps, only without the cool factor and having big fake smiley faces), Sona, being Sona…was happily mimicking the girls behind for all to see, with one of Sharyl’s boys..name entah ape dah. there were some really nice brazilian looking models hanging around camelia tho. cant dance much, but still..eye candies. =)

But the highlight of the night was surely the great amateur ‘magician’. i wanted to kill myself(the boys stopped me from intefering in his umbrella tricks). after what seemed like a 20 minutes wait with long agonizing suspense music playing and the whole club anticipating, the young scrawny (stylo mylo look-at-me-i’m-in-a-club-ma!) chap enters…his innability to ‘magically’ make any rabbits or birds appear had Qube and some random white girls booin him.he did some gambit card throwing, which impressed none, rolled toilet paper out of his mouth, which impressed none, and did the steel ring trick, which impressed none and…made the crowd go.."and then…"(like the old chinese fastfood aunty in Dude Where’s My Car, no kidding. it’s quite the lawak, haha). gotta give him props fr having the balls to think he’s all that tho. *salute

so yea. Some house dj came on after, bored the whole gang to the balcony, the music attracted some shufflers. we went back on the dancefloor after TBone got back behind the decks, thank god for hiphop. Had a few dance, met a few people, had a few drinks and around 2.30, i left, tipsier than i’ve ever been in ages. the thought of having to wake up in 5 hours for a full day’s work slapped priorities back into focus.

So Ron drove my car back to Joe’s, he picked his car(i think we conversated during the journey, i honestly cannot recall), and i took over my wheel and went home.(i honestly cannot recall the journey as well). went home. collapsed with a grin on my face…good music, good crowd, good liquid and clams and responsive girls that actually understand a dance is just a dance. (you ever get those that think you just wanna get in their pants? or the other extreme that dance like they’re in a porno flick or a strip bar? overdoing the whole thing? distasteful…i’m glad i’ve grown to appreciate class "/)

so here i am in office. awake (yup, i’m as surprised as you!), got in half hour late, but i think the big guy likes me. coffee heals everything…wish i had more oysters tho, i quote syamil "suck it in bitch!"

ps - if this post differs alot from what i usually pen, i suppose it’s me being a bit stoned still. and oh, I WANNA FUCKIN CATCH JURASSIC 5!!!! Huargh!!!!!

happy new year peeps. 2007. good stuff. make monay monay!