Tuesday, December 30, 2008

A big pond of sadness
It overflows and drowns the entire universe
And sends everything into reverse

For all who lingers in its peripherals will break down and weep in perpetuity.

Sunday, December 28, 2008

Saturday, December 27, 2008

Bleah... what's the point


Sunday, December 21, 2008

Siri Emo Di Petang Ahad (Yang Diselubungi Rasa Gembira Masam Tawar)

Oh... Apakandaya.

ps: mungkin kita akan bertemu di hari yang lain di tempat yang lain. Mungkin di bawah pokok yang rendang sambil menghirup udara nyaman yang dibawa bayu barat daya.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

What if we live in an existentialist vortex, where the entire universe is actually contained in every atom that makes up the entire universe.

We might just.

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Veuve Cliche Ponsardin (1 of too many)

When in Sydney, go to the Opera House and gawk at the Harbour Bridge.

Thursday, December 04, 2008

chi too's Guide On How To Make The World A Better Place : Selected Excerpts From Selected Essays (3 of many)

Every road should have at least one of its lanes converted into bicycle lanes. In the instance when the road only has one lane on each direction, It shall then be a bicycle-and-pedestrian-access-only road.

Happiness is... kayuh basikal

Puisi Pagi Khamis

Hari Khamis...
Bersamamu, kita makan kismis

Wednesday, December 03, 2008

Adventures In Oxymoron (Part 1 of many)

"It's always at the last place you look"

Assuming that it is the 3rd or 4th place that you look (or one millionth eight hundred and seventy third place)... it will still be the last place since once something is found, efforts to continue to find it will cease.

Unless of course, you keep looking despite having found it.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

In Hiatus

Need I say more...

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Startling Facts That Are Not So Startling After All (part three of many)

Do you know?

40% of off days taken by employees are on mondays and fridays.

Now you know!
Nothing have changed

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Monday, October 13, 2008

Puisi Pagi Isnin

Aku nak makan babi
Babi nak makan aku
Mereka kata aku puki
Aku berkata bahasa baku.


Monday, October 06, 2008

Selected Essays From The Study Of Post Future Theories By chi too (chapter 8)



I have no other desire than to sleep
Life should be like chat programs where we merely have to switch status... Online/Offline.


I'm changing my status to 'Asleep' now.
Please don't bother to ever change it again.

Wednesday, October 01, 2008

Emo Di Hari Raya

Hari ini saya berasa sungguh emo
Saya tidak faham kenapa. Apakah rasa kesepian yang dirasa, sedangkan saya sering dikerumuni kawan kawan yang tersayang. Entahlah, mungkinkah kompas saya sudah rosak, ia menunjukkan saya ke arah tujuan yang entahapahapaentah.

Kewarasan saya sangsi
Tempoh hayat saya sudah basi.

chi too's Guide On How To Make The World A Better Place : Selected Excerpts From Selected Essays (2 of many)

All homes should be fitted with 2 water supply inlets.
1 supplies regular clean water.
The other... Orangina.

Thursday, September 25, 2008

I can do this all day long.
I might as well just.

Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes

Selected Essays From The Study Of Post Future Theories By chi too (chapter 6)

PM < X
I wanted to tell you the truth
So I decided to tell you a lie

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Monday, September 22, 2008

I Found It

I have my Sigg bottle for 5 years now...
It is dented in every single way possible, its red paint peeled and scraped.
I love my Sigg bottle.

I'm so happy that I found it back. It would be most distressing buying a new one and trying to get to that level that we were at.


Sunday, September 21, 2008

Loss... A Requeim

I lost my sigg bottle
I might as well lose my mind.

Wait a minute... I have already lost my mind.

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

I Heart Gorgeous Tiny Chicken Machine Show

I love Kiko! Let's spin the whell of fun!

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Startling Facts That Are Not So Startling After All (part two of many)

Did you know?
The average human spends 6 months of his life exhaling every year.

Now you know!

Startling Facts That Are Not So Startling After All (part one of many)

Did you know?
The average person spends 4 months of his/her life sleeping every year.

Now you know.

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Ooouuh... My Tra La La

320 GB hard disk in my laptop.

Piring Keras Raksaksa.

Monday, September 01, 2008

oh fuck...

It just occured to me that I've not been entirely honest to you.
Maybe that's why I find it hard to get over it.

Sunday, August 24, 2008

Raise Your Flag!

A Bernama reporter asked me today...

Reporter : Rasanya kenapa tak ramai orang yang menerbangkan bendera Malaysia? (translation : Why do you think people don't raise the Malaysian flag?)

I stare at him blankly...

me : Don't ask questions that leads to answers that you will not be allowed to broadcast.

Selamat Hari Merdeka... I leave you with this...

Saturday, August 23, 2008

Plagiarism Pleasures : Wisdom From Ricky Gervais

How do we know that?

We don't. Stupid, isn't it? No it isn't. Why not? I don't know. Do you? Ha! Not so clever now, are you? You will be when you've read this book. You'll know everything. That'll be good, won't it? Not, it won't, because there'll be nothing left to learn, and learning is great, so that will be sad. So i'd stop reading this book now...

I told you to stop reading. You've got a lot to learn.

You'd better read on.

Ricky Gervais,
More Flanimals

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Fucking repulsive
Another goddamned haiku
I will vomit blood

ps: my performance was stellar, the execution... flawless. Where's my bloody award?

Monday, August 18, 2008

Aku Rasa Macam Pukimak

Aku rasa macam pukimak
Tak usah cerita.

A Fortuneteller Told Me

Down the wrong sidewalk
A fortuneteller told me
'You are so fucked up'

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Sunday Night Haiku

I like soto mee
The taste lingers in my mouth
Please get the fuck out

ps: I don't mean to be mean to you but somehow I can't help but to project my anger at you. Please forgive me. Sorry, but I will keep doing this to you.

Friday, August 08, 2008

I Hate Metaphysical Dilemmas

Chances are that there is an afterlife... but that could only mean that there is a possibility that there is no afterlife.

That can only mean that this life is all we get. What happens then when we die? Do we simply cease to exist? And what happens when simply cease to exist? The irony to that question would be the simple answer which is 'nothing happens at all'

And when nothing happens at all, what then happens?

For days now I've been attempting to imagine how does it feel to not exist. A foolish futile attempt at feeling something that cannot be felt.

It is far from 'Oh I feel like nothing now...' cause feeling like nothing is still feeling something... which is nothing. But what would pure nothingness feel or not feel like.

I can close my eyes and imagine a pure colossal void, but I would still be feeling something. I will feel like I am closing my eyes imagining a pure colossal void.... sigh...

The absence of presence, the presence of absence... it makes no sense at all.

Perhaps then, dying would not be such a bad thing. Its just pure nothingness.

What then is the essence of this nothingness.

ps: For the first time (and probably the only time), I am posting a photo of myself on this blog. Just in case if I suddenly cease to exist.

Friday, August 01, 2008

I like...

It makes my tongue tingle as the fizzy orange goodness rides down my throat.

Maybe you'll like some Orangina too?

Thursday, July 31, 2008

I thought of you today. Not that I want to, but they made me do it.

I listen to Yumeji's Theme from In The Mood For Love

Monday, July 28, 2008


Slowly creeping down my hallway.
Nimble and graceful, light as the darkness.
Butoh dancers tuck me to sleep tonight

Random Lines Intersecting At Random Points Drawn With Varying Intensity With Ink On Napkin

Ink on napkin (2008)

Friday, July 25, 2008

Educational Fieldtrip to Outer Space (part one)

"My Hasselblad or the FM2?"

I ask myself as I pack my bags for my trip to outer space. You call me on the telephone to remind me that our flight to Irkutsk leaves soon... I should be at the airport. Our rocketship awaits us there... in the god forsaken tundras of Irkutsk, where it will thrust its mighty engines and push us beyond the brim of our atmosphere.

I'm undecided. But I'm sure that I should only bring one camera. My Hasselblad will let me take mighty amazing medium format photos in outer space. Surely a photo of the earth shot only with a Hasselblad would be able to accord it its much deserved awe and wonder. However, my FM2 is much lighter and would allow me 36 photos per roll as opposed to 12 on the Hassie (as I affectionately call my Hasselblad). Surely, those extra frames would come in handy. Who knows, it's not everyday that one gets to visit outer space.

Ringggggggg! Ringggggggg! you call again

"Hurry, the plane leaves in an hour? Where are you? You're not even checked in yet? Are you still fiddling with your cameras?" you say.

I choose...

Hassie, FM2, Hassie, FM2, Hassie, FM2, Hassie, FM2...

Ah what the hell! My Hassie it shall be. I'll just take less photos... but I'll be damn sure that they'll be fucking impressive photos. Well, Neil Armstrong used a Hasselblad when he went to space. Perhaps I should be a Neil Armstrong wannabe. Besides that, it doesn't matter if my Hassie weighs a ton anyway since weight is irrelevant in outer space.

I rush to the airport... As fast as I possibly can... You call me every 5 minutes.

'Where are you?'

'Where are you?'

'Where are you?'

'Where are you?'

'Where are you?'

'Where are you?'

I am 10 minutes away from the airport.

'I'm leaving without out, the plane takes off in 5 minutes... you should just book yourself on the next available flight...'

I see your plane, an Air Siberia Antonov Il-86 flying off into the heavy dark sky. As it penetrate the clouds, the sky breaks and a torrential rain sets free.

I arrive at the airport and immediately enquires about the next available flight. The ticketing agent tells me the next flight leaves only next week. I cannot believe my luck. The rocketship leaves in 2 days... there is no way I can possibly board a flight next week.

The ticketing agents pulls me to the side 'How bad you need to get to Irkutsk?', 'Very' I say....

'For 200 dollars... this is for you only... I think you're a likeable chap... I'll put you in a twin otter that leaves in 30 minutes. I don't know how long it will take to get there... it is a twin otter if you know what I mean.'

I really like twin otters, if anything, flights on twin otters are something I romantisize. But is it possible to fly to Siberia in a twin otter.

I weigh my options only to realize that there are none.

to be continued...

Wednesday, July 23, 2008


Would you like some 3.14159265358979323846264338327950288419716939937510
Perhaps you might want to give it a try?

Tuesday, July 22, 2008


Someone stop the room please...
I'd like to get off now.

Saturday, July 19, 2008

Membaca Kafka Di Amerika

Prelude To A Haiku

I want to go around and shoot photos blindly
I want to make art that makes no sense at all
I want to sing meaningless songs
I want to generate absurd analogies
I want to write haikus as obscure as a black chimpanzee on a moonless night

Here we go...

Nothing important
It doesn't matter anymore
Electric blender

Friday, July 18, 2008

A Million Little Pieces

I really couldn't be bothered with picking them up anymore...

Tick! Tock!

tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock

tock tick!


Am I going to begin to deal with this?

I should start somewhere... What about here?

ps: Perhaps I will slowly unfold this as I do with my photos from the states.

pps: Maybe tomorrow

Friday, July 11, 2008

Vomit Blood!

Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen! Tensen!

Vomit Blood...

Wednesday, July 09, 2008


I'm hungry
I pass by McDonalds

Alas... why bother?
Without you Chicken McNuggets will taste like cardboard.

Monday, July 07, 2008

Tell me...
What should I blog about

ps: the exent of which I am feeling right now is most unnatural

Wednesday, June 04, 2008

Toni Kasim

Sorry I did not come to see you
I seriously thought you were going to get well
How foolishly optimistic I am

Sorry I did not gather the strength to see you when you were sick. I don't think I can... you were always so strong, you've always given me strength... To see you any other way, is unthinkable.

Now you're up somewhere... and I'm here in DC.

I'll grief and mourn from a distance.

Friday, May 23, 2008

Siri Amerika Syarikat Bahasa Melayu 1

Aku sekarang berada di bandaraya Washington DC. Tempat ini merupakan ibu negara Amerika Syarikat, sebuah negara yang masyur dengan pelbagai tarikan seperti tugu tugu peringatan, rancangan televisyen, teksi-teksi, peperangan, ketua ketua negara, dan donut. Malah, adalah dipercayai bahawa donut merupakan ciptaan orang Amerika.

Satu lagi makanan yang tidak kurang masyurnya (dan dipercayai lebih mashur dari donut) adalah hotdog. Hotdog di Amerika Syarikat kebanyakannya diperbuat dari daging lembu. Oleh itu, para muslimam dan muslimat yang tidak risau untuk memakan makanan katok tidak perlu berasa was was. Katok kerana kemungkinan besar lembu itu tidak dibacakan doa doa yang berkenaan apabila ia disembelihkan. Saya tidak pasti, biasanya saya tahu jika ia halal dengan melihat cop 'halal' yang diluluskan jais.

Walaubagaimanapun, terdapat juga hotdog yang diperbuat dari daging babi. Saya suka hotdog babi. Bagi saya, babi itu adalah daging yang paling sedap di dunia. Saya suka babi. Babi itu sedap. Babi suka saya. Tapi saya tak sesedap babi. Maaf, saya sudah terlajur. Tujuan nukilan ini bukan untuk bercerita mengenai babi... sepatutunya diceritakan pengalaman saya di Amerika Syarikat.

Walaupun begitu, saya ingin memohon maaf. Alangkah sayangnya, saya berasa sungguh penat dan sudah tidak larat. Oleh itu, saya sudah malas nak menaip di papan kekunci...

Jumpa lagi di hari yang lain...

Thursday, May 15, 2008


Today, I invented a word.

Pontification (Pawn-Tea-Fee-Kay-Syen) = A divine accumulation.
Example = You are so clever, you are the pontification of all knowledge.
Origin = none.

Ahhh, I am totally the pontification of all things absurd. I am such a cunning linguist.

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Selected Thoughts From The Mind Of chi too

Thunderstorms on a clear morning sky
The sun explodes
With rain that corrodes
Alas, it eats up your clothes.

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Monday, May 12, 2008


(This post is supposed to be there)

Thursday, May 08, 2008

Don't Park At Cineleisure : A Pointless Rant

Too much happened to me over the past couple of weeks. I'm feeling overwhelmed by all the drama that have taken place. I have many legitimate rants to bitch about. Many that is of actual significance and consequence.

Unfortunately/Fortunately (cross out irrelevant field) this is not a blog for significant rants.

Fortunately for you, something completely insignificant happened to me that really pissed me off. So much so that it warrants a post in this blog.

Warning : the following post contains testimonies of actual events.

Tonight I'm going to watch Ironman in Cineleisure, so I try to park my car in Cineleisure (that's quite a no brainer).

My car enters level LG, makes one round... no parking.

My car enters B1, makes one round... no parking.

My car tries to enter B2, closed... makes another round in B1.

No parking.

My car makes another round in B1... no parking.

Another... another... another... another...

No parking!

15 minutes have past. I decide to get the hell out.

I put my unpaid token into the machine believing that there should be a grace period... the machine says 'unpaid token'. I press the intercom for attention.

No answer... traffic builds up behind me.

1 minute later, a parking attendant approaches my car. I tell him there is no parking. He tells me that I have to pay. I say should not have to pay since I did not park.

He insists that I pay since I entered the carpark and there's plenty of parking. I tell him I intended to park, not to drive around the carpark.

Traffic builds up. He tells me that I have to pay.

'I wasted 15 minutes, wasted petrol, you did not put up a sign that says 'full', you closed one level of parking, and you've completely ruined my mood... and now you want me to pay? NO!'

He raises his voice and insists that I drive to the side and make way for traffic behind me.

I turn off my engine and take my keys off my ignition... 'What are you going to do now?' I asks him.

Pissed off, he reluctantly waves his card over the machine and raise the barrier. He tells me to never come back again.

'Fuck Off', verily, I say to him. I drive off.

I'm not very proud of that. Never have I ever in my life swore to a worker before. But then again...

Stupidity is intolerable... but when mixed with arrogance, is sacrilegious.

Moral Of The Story : Don't park in Cineleisure.

Sunday, May 04, 2008

Would it be acceptable for vegetarians to eat animal shaped biscuits?

Yummmmm... Horse...

Saturday, May 03, 2008

Ayam Beg

Sometimes I think my blog is quite funny, but not in a humorous way.

Unless if you like sick humor.

ps: Happy 'chi too is back in peninsular Malaysia' day to you too.

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Un-Poem, Un-Blog

My blog...
I am always lost for words when I try to blog.

Perhaps I've not been entirely honest to myself and to everyone around me.

Why do I find it so difficult to express the very essence of the simplest things
In my attempts to simplify the most complicated of things
I complicate the simplest thing.

I heart my un-blog.

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

The Way You Make Me Feel

I want to make a short film... sigh...

Sunday, April 20, 2008


I accidentally married a Bidayuh.

Saturday, April 12, 2008

Me: Perhaps we should hold hands, extend our other hands out and run. Maybe if we run really fast we might just take off and fly.
You: OK. But what if we really do take off and fly. Would we know how to come down on our feet?
Me: I don't know, but it feels like it's worth the try.
You: Let's do that. We won't fall will we... You will always hold my hand.
Me: I think so. But sometimes my grip weakens and I might let go.
You: No you won't, you never let me go.
Me: No I won't. But sometimes I fail.
You: OK...
Me: But if I do let go, I will fall too.
You: But we won't.
Me: No we won't.
You: OK. Let's go.
Me: But if we fall, I'll try to break your fall.
You: No you won't have to.
Me: Yes... let's go.
You: Yes... but perhaps we should just walk instead.

Tuesday, April 08, 2008

In Memory...

... Trax
you bit me more than once
but you will always be dearly missed.

Saturday, April 05, 2008

Thursday, April 03, 2008

Tuesday, April 01, 2008

Holga Micro-110: The King Of Lo-Fi

Here is my first batch of photos shot with the Holga Micro-110 camera. Photography doesn't get anymore lo-fi than this.

Everything is a representation of something else.

Friday, March 28, 2008

Bureaucratic Red Tape

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Thursday, March 27, 2008

Another Conspiracy Of The Universe

"When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it"
excerpt from The Alchemist by Paolo Coelho.

It is true... over the past couple of years I've began to believe in this as I've experienced this many times. From conspiracies as complex as the Listening Library incident in Luang Phabang to the Lou Reed incident... this mantra has been holding true to me faithfully.

Today I've experience this once again. However, this time it is I who becomes part of the conspiracy.

Today I am shooting my pinhole photos but I am also burdened with the problem that I cannot leave the house til' after lunch, waiting for emails and deliveries (boring ass shit). So I decided that perhaps I can shoot one photo that is near my house. Being quite near, this place is really just a 10 minute walk... on any other day I'll just walk. Somehow today, I feel like I need to drive, which is absurd because it is absolutely unnecessary. After a 10 minute long debate with myself, my unreasonable self won resulting in me driving out for a distance that is less than 1 kilometer.

I parked my car and as I walked to the site where my pinhole photo would be shot, I stumbled into my highschool guitar hero; This old blind pakcik that plays at the corridor leading up to the Plaza Rakyat LRT station.

As a highschool student, I pass by this pakcik almost every day, never failing to stop for a couple of minutes to appreciate his amazingly dexterous guitar work. Being blind, I aways thought that seeing how his eyes are always closed, he must be really enjoying what he's doing. Guitar hero ripping the fret board as a lone pickup amplifies his riffs for the world within his proximity to hear. On days when I have extra time, I'll stay a little longer; on days when I have a little extra money, I'll put one ringgit into his cup.

So here I am face to face with my guitar hero and his son... He asks for directions to the DBKL office, there used to be one near where he lives, but apparently it no longer exists. I said 'turn left, turn right, go straight, turn around'.

They looked back at me with blank expressions.

I thought, perhaps this is why I drove. This must be the reason.

I told them to give me 5 minutes, I need to shoot this photo first.

I shot my photo.

Whilst driving them to the DBKL office, the pakcik commented about the Bob Marley CD that's playing on my stereo. He said he really likes Bob Marley but he can't find the cassettes. CDs are great, but he tells me that operating a CD player is a bitch if you're blind.

'One love... let's get together and feel alright' my stereo sings. We don't talk much, I think he'd rather appreciate the music while it lasts.

How many of us can imagine that we'd one day be granted the pleasure of offering our guitar hero a ride?

Monday, March 24, 2008

I Love...

...my new Wacom tablet

If I Can't Have You. I'll Have A Can Of Iced Coffee

acrylic on canvas (2007)
2 x 20"x24"

Saturday, March 22, 2008

Good Book. Bad Film!

Love In The Time Cholera is a major disappointment. After months and months of pestering the local DVD boys for the film, a copy finally landed in my hands to my utter dismay.

Caveat emptor... I had high expectations of this film for I believe any filmmaker who attempts at this book by Gabriel Garcia Marquez must be cock sure that he or she must be able to do a real kick ass job. In this case, Mike Nevell failed miserably.

Watching this film feels like a very badly written Cliff Notes... I assume that the filmmaker merely read the book and ticked off all the key scenes that he wants to include in the film...

Doctor Juvenal Urbino pulling down Fermina's Daza top to check for cholera... check
Florentino Ariza renewing his vows to Fermina Daza after Juvenal Urbino's death... check
Juvenal Urbino explaining the function of the penis to Fermina Daza... check
Florentino getting it on with the stranger in the boat... check
Florentino getting it on with the widow Nazaret... check
Florentino getting it on with Olympia and painting 'this is mine' with an arrow pointing to vagina on belly, only to have her husband see it later in the night and killing her... check
Et-cetera... check

The art direction is also unforgivable... somehow it looks like a closed set... like the kind you see in hongkong tv period dramas and is far from the Cortegena that I imagined while reading the book.

And the music... God, have mercy on me... tacky classical latin guitar music peppered throughout the film with Shakira shrieking now and then. Truly unforgivable. The music makes the film look like some afternoon telenovella.

Fuck... I am so pissed off... months of anticipation that led only to this.

Please... please don't ever try to adapt 'One Hundred Years Of Solitude' into a film...

Saturday, March 08, 2008

Life After 8

Today is March 8 2008.
Today is Polling Day, International Women's Day, and Samy Vellu's birthday.

Will life after today be any different from today?

Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.

Thursday, March 06, 2008

Wednesday, March 05, 2008

Post No. 300 - I'm Fucking Pissed Off

I'm fucking pissed off. I'm fucking pissed off because my 300th blogpost is dedicated to an idiot.

I hate idiots! I can stand bastards, bitches, people who are malicious, meanies, assholes, and everything else... but I can't stand idiots. I hate idiots. I fucking hate them. I hate them more than Samy Vellu himself.

The other reason why I am so fucking pissed off is because Carol Chew (BN candidate for Seputeh parlimentary seat) is such an idiot.

For those of you who have not followed the story... here's what happened (a summary):

Teresa Kok (DAP incumbent in Seputeh) decides to run both in Seputeh (parliament) and in Kinrara (state). So our dear friend Carol decides to put up a whole bunch of extremely sexist cartoon billboards criticizing Teresa for her constituency 'promiscuity'.

Here's what Teresa has to say about it...


As a result, the Elections Commission has instructed Carol to bring these billboards down...

Instead...this is what Carol has to say...

(click for full story)

ZOMFG...what the hell is wrong with these people. Here you have a 27 year old young woman who have been under the tutelage of Wanita MCA chief Datuk Ng Yen Yen for 5 years... One would expect that she would have attained a certain degree of gender sensitivity.

But sigh... I'm all for 50% women's participation in parliament... but I'll have a male feminist anytime rather than a female chauvinist in parliament.

Why! Why!

ps: I seriously think Carol Chew needs a stylist. She looks like some Datin in her 40s... for god's sake, she's only 27... look at that hair. The horror! The horror!

Thursday, February 28, 2008


Omigod I am 1 post away from my 300th post.

bring out the champagne... woot woot!

Friday, February 22, 2008


Tonite, there will be rocketships and unicorns.

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Bang Bang

If I may do you the honor of expelling the life force out of you,
Would you do the same for me?
But how would you do so if there's nothing left of you?
Perhaps I should just let you be.

To be fair, we'll draw straws
If I get the short one, I'll go.
Don't despair, you might too.
Your chances are one in two.

Tuesday, February 19, 2008


Aku bukan seorang blogger.
Aku juga bukan seorang penulis.
Malah, aku bukan seorang peminat seni sastera sama sekali.

Aku hanya seorang yang gemar menaip di papan kekunci.

Tidak hairanlah jika hasil nukilan saya tidak menarik.
Tidak menarik perhatian.
Tidak merangsang minda.
Tidak menimbulkan rasa ingin tahu.
Tidak memprovokasikan semangat berkobar kobar.
Tidak mencabar kepercayaan dan pendirian diri.
Tidak menjanakan perasaan di jiwa (apakandaya lagi di raga).
Tidak apa jua sama sekali

Itu kerana aku hanya seorang yang gemar menaip di papan kekunci.

Lebih lebih lagi,
Hasil nukilanku tidak akan dan tidak pernah menimbulkan rasa loya.
Tidak membarakan benci yang terpendam.
Tidak, walaupun sedikit, membosankan orang ramai.

Yang bosan hanyalah aku.


Demikianlah nasib seorang yang hanya gemar menaip di papan kekunci.

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Haiku for Bjork

Bjork is a goddess
My sad life is now complete
Let's watch Radiohead

Bjork rocks... I mean 'electronicas', I even bought an original Bjork bootleg t-shirt.


Friday, February 08, 2008

Could I be losing my mind?

I long to sleep
When I sleep I dream
In my dreams, life is so much more exciting than this.

In my dreams, I don't have a blog.

Fuck It!

Fuck it!

ps : Happy Chinese New Year.

Tuesday, February 05, 2008

I don't have anything important to say.

Friday, February 01, 2008

1 AM

It's one AM.
I've brushed my teeth and took my pills.
I really shouldn't do this
But I ate a whole box of pocky*

Pocky = chocolate/strawberry biscuit sticks from Thailand. Equivalent of Rocky in Malaysia.

Wednesday, January 30, 2008

2 Things

In this box there are 2 things
I will show you what these 2 things are

Thing number 1... Cloverfield

I actually really like this film. I've heard a number of nasty reviews and a number of good reviews and it seems like one of those films where you'll either love or hate.

Yea, the plot is kinda predictable, and it does feel like I'm previewing rushes on a very big screen (looks like footage from the protest demonstrations in KL only without the missiles and monsters.. wait a minute there are monsters, unseen monsters... and there are also tear gas and water cannons. So yeah, pretty much like what we have here.), but hell, I think the treatment and storytelling was fantastic... Putting me behind the video camera really engaged me and I felt like I was right there in NYC...

Yes, monster attacking New York... cliched; heroic attempt to save some chick... cliched; telling a story behind a video camera... Blair Witch's done it already... The real art in this film, IMHO is the director's ability to take all these cliches and repackage them altogether in a brand new storytelling technique.

I also like the fact that this is probably one film that can get away with shaky handheld camera work, sloppy editing with loads of jump cuts, bad audio, and everything else that no executive producer would ever allow to pass through in a film.

Now I want to buy the camera that they have... it seems like the batteries last forever. That'd really come in handy.

Thing 2... goodbyes.

Isn't it boring how we say 'see you later' in farewell salutations.
Why is it always 'see', what about all the other senses...
Why not "Hear you later'
Why not 'Smell you later'
Why not 'Taste you later'
Why not 'Feel you later'

Oh well... it's late now, not really a good time for questioning societal norms

Taste you later.

Monday, January 28, 2008

I like pork jerky
I put them between sliced bread
They taste delicious

Sunday, January 27, 2008


A bar of chocolate
A bar of soap
A bar of lawyers
A barbar the elephant
A barbara streisand


I'm really sleepy
I want to sleep

But when I'm this stressed and upset,
Part of me wishes that when I sleep... I'll sleep and never wake up

I don't dare to fall asleep.
Part of me is afraid that perhaps my wish may actually come true.

An Obituary To My Shanghai Tang Wallet

Today, I went to the ATM and withdrew 500 ringgit.
I wanted to buy the new apple keyboard and things my mother wanted from ikea to spruce up the home for chinese new year.

I rode the bus.
I got off the bus only to realize that my wallet is no longer in my pant pocket.

To make matters worse the wallet is barely used.
I bought it 2 weeks ago from Shanghai Tang in Bangkok.
Its a Shanghai Tang wallet that I absolutely love.

When I bought it, I justify the ridiculous price tag...
'New year, new wallet... hopefully new money will come into this wallet'

I couldn't be any more wrong.

8 PM, I am in the middle of Bukit Bintang. I have no money at all, I am hungry (my last meal was breakfast at 8 AM), I'm tired, and I'm feeling as fucked up as I can possibly feel.

Fucking fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuckfuck fuck.

What more can go wrong...

I made a few phone calls.
Then my phone died on me.

Friday, January 25, 2008

Pip Starr - An Obituary

Pip passed away for reasons that remain a mystery to all that know him. His death is a great loss to the documentary filmmaking community in Australia and the world over.

Though my periods of knowing Pip was mostly spent wading in the 'swimming pool' at Lake Murray with all the other GFRS vollies, discussing pretty much everything (though most of it is usually a load of nonsense, well, we were all in a pool of water in our underpants) under the sun; It was through Pip that I sat under the bodhi tree of documentary filmmaking enlightenment.

I went to Papua New Guinea and I told myself 'OK, I'm gonna make a documentary'... only to realize that I have no bloody idea how to make one. I was flabbergasted.

After a week of filming and still having no idea what I was doing, Pip screened his film 'The Okapa Connection' and I went 'Eureka! By jove, that's how you make a documentary!'. Of course, I then proceeded to pick his brains during the little time he has left in Lake Murray.

I would not go as far as to say that Pip will be dearly missed as we rarely kept in touch with each other. However, Pip will always be remembered as an inspiration in my long journey ahead as I strive to become a documentary filmmaker.

My condolences to his boyfriend, family, and all that holds him dear to their hearts.

Thursday, January 24, 2008


Omigod... I'll never eat another hamburger again. I just found out that hamburgers are made of cows.

How atrocious is that.

All this while I thought they were made of people from Hamburg. That I have no problems with. I am absolutely fine with that...

But cows!

This message was brought to you by PETA (People Eating Tasty Animals)

Tuesday, January 22, 2008


I long to sleep... I long to wake up in the mornings and then pull my blanket all the way over my head only to fall asleep again.

When the afternoon sun shines like a bitch, I yearn to sleep with the fan on.

When the rain drizzles on my window pane, I dream the sun is shining like a bitch

I want to sleep. To dream beautifully.

I want to sleep.

You! Cake Or Death?

Recently I find myself wanting to sleep all the time. I'd wake up and want to keep sleeping. I'd come home and I want to sleep. So since I'm too fucking lazy to do anything... I'm just gonna post something that is someone else's work, which I seem to be doing a lot nowdays.

Sunday, January 20, 2008

A Feeble Attempt To Make Sense


Friday, January 18, 2008


Christianity would have been perfect if you get rid of all the christians.

Thursday, January 17, 2008


There is a very big hole in my universe at the moment...
I usually don't do this, expressing my feelings through some song lyrics, but ever since this hole was bored into my soul, this song has been ringing incessantly in both my head and itunes.
It sums up my entire being at the moment. The collective fucked up emotions and non-emotions of missing a being taken for granted and cherished a moment too late.

"She's got a living stone and rain in her hand
She doesn't have an umbrella to cover herself
She's got a living stone and pain in her mind
All I can do is sing for her and myself

I wish I can take it away to three thousand light years away
Don't be afraid, I'll be next to you"

Stone... by Cibo Matto.

Yes.. one can definitely say that ever since discovering Cibo Matto, I'm totally in love with them.

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Emo Shit For You

You are my sun
You illuminate all that is otherwise dark
You warm all that is otherwise cold

But just like the sun
Looking into your eyes will blind me
Being near you will burn me to my death

Everything is illuminated
Everything is hallucinated

Tuesday, January 08, 2008

How Now Brown Cow

This has got to be one of the most ironic sign boards I've ever seen (Yes.. It's true... I'm not as well travelled as many of you might believe I am).

As a kid, I don't know what they are trying to tell me with this sign (even as an adult I'm confused).

First it says that its a Language Academy which means that I should be here to learn a language... read it, write it, speak it... things like that.

Then there's a picture of a kid with a mortar board on his head telling me to shuush it.

So what are you trying to say?

"Yeah, learn to speak a new language here, but please... just shut up if you may"

Thank you.

Friday, January 04, 2008

Thursday, January 03, 2008

Another Long Hiatus

If only I have a slight hint of comprehension
I'll cease to let it be.

But until I fully understand the magnitude of the situation
I'll just keep on pretending like everything is fine and dandy.