jovial putatortle

The other day I was bumping Rogue Squadron's stellar -_- mixtape in my car while going home from work,and was listening to this particular track from Familyboy titled After World Funeral.Maybe it was a stressful and tiring day,or maybe it was bjork's haunting voice looming over the track,what happened was I kind of spaced out while I was driving and listening to the song.And I was crossing a roundabout.Luckily bjork ain't got shit on me and I managed to snap out of it and maneuver my way across said roundabout without having my head smashed into my car's windshield.Fuck a swan-suit,damnit.

Awkward pause.


I mean not that pain means shit to me,being somewhat unfuckably invincible and all(or so I believed),but I don't think I can afford to crash my car again.

Speaking of car crash,after three weeks my car is still at the mechanic.Since there were tales of repairshops that replace your car's genuine parts with Taiwan-made ciplak stuff,I decided to take it back to Eon to have it repaired and claim my car's insurance. One thing about crashing a car:the frustration and angst was not so much about getting a bigass dent on a side of the vehicle,its the sheer follow-up work that comes with that.And not having a car for the next 3 weeks.Just to have my car repaired using my insurance claims requires me to go to the bank to get the car's ownership cert,going to JPJ to get a verification on my driving licence to prove that I drove more than 2 years (since I lost my driving licence before,and without verification I need to pay RM400 to Eon),going to the insurance company to get a copy of the cover letter or preferably the policy,and of course making and getting the police report.Notice that I separated the making with the getting,since you have to wait a day to get it because apparently the police's mission is to fuck with you by not giving you a report on the spot.Then again I heard that you need to pay ten bucks to bribe them to speed up the process,which being the stingy bastard that I am do not really agree to.Come to think of it the mechanic at Eon is probably waiting for me to pass him a RM50 note to speed things up too.

So for the past couple of weeks,I need to wait at the bus stop near my house like an ass and hail a cab to work,which cost me six bucks a trip for a 7-minute drive.That I can live with,however the 7 minute spent in the taxi listening to an old fart talking non-stop about his extremely mundane life/extremely skewed views on politics is quite unbearable.Imagine a person talking to you about how his neighbour is 'stealing his water supply' (Which I highly doubt one can do) and how the friendly staff at the post office doesn't give a fat fuck about his plights (maybe because its highly improbable) while attempting to give you the rough estimated amount of water he actually uses per day and how it does not have a positive correlation with the water bill.RIIIIGHT.

There's this chinese saying: one eats rice, but do not know what it really costs.Or something like that.My parents used to throw this pseudo-proverb at me whenever I wanted to buy something,implying that I know squat about the high price of whatever I wanna get.Basically,it is usually used by person A who fork out the moolah to buy stuff,to person B,who requested for said stuff. This phrase hits hard when you are shelling out your hard-earn salary to pay for whatever that you previously took for granted.Now every month when I get paid I need to put aside money to pay for my car loan,my laptop,my insurance,my petrol,my food,my internet bills,phone bills,and whatever pirated DVDs that I buy.You could actually hear your wallet wailing in despair and agony as you take out that RM50 note to buy the WCP Booty Bus:Hardcore and Uncensored series.Now I know how my dad felt.To feed us and put us through school I mean,not buying the WCP Booty Bus thingy.

Yes We Can

" If there is anyone out there who still doubts that America is a place where all things are possible; who still wonders if the dream of our founders is alive in our time; who still questions the power of our democracy, tonight is your answer.

It's the answer told by lines that stretched around schools and churches in numbers this nation has never seen; by people who waited three hours and four hours, many for the very first time in their lives, because they believed that this time must be different; that their voice could be that difference.

It's the answer spoken by young and old, rich and poor, Democrat and Republican, black, white, Hispanic, Asian, Native American, gay, straight, disabled and not disabled - Americans who sent a message to the world that we have never been a collection of Red States and Blue States: we are, and always will be, the United States of America.

It's the answer that led those who have been told for so long by so many to be cynical, and fearful, and doubtful of what we can achieve to put their hands on the arc of history and bend it once more toward the hope of a better day.

It's been a long time coming, but tonight, because of what we did on this day, in this election, at this defining moment, change has come to America.

I just received a very gracious call from Senator McCain. He fought long and hard in this campaign, and he's fought even longer and harder for the country he loves. He has endured sacrifices for America that most of us cannot begin to imagine, and we are better off for the service rendered by this brave and selfless leader. I congratulate him and Governor Palin for all they have achieved, and I look forward to working with them to renew this nation's promise in the months ahead.

I want to thank my partner in this journey, a man who campaigned from his heart and spoke for the men and women he grew up with on the streets of Scranton and rode with on that train home to Delaware, the Vice President-elect of the United States, Joe Biden.

I would not be standing here tonight without the unyielding support of my best friend for the last sixteen years, the rock of our family and the love of my life, our nation's next First Lady, Michelle Obama. Sasha and Malia, I love you both so much, and you have earned the new puppy that's coming with us to the White House. And while she's no longer with us, I know my grandmother is watching, along with the family that made me who I am. I miss them tonight, and know that my debt to them is beyond measure.

To my campaign manager David Plouffe, my chief strategist David Axelrod, and the best campaign team ever assembled in the history of politics - you made this happen, and I am forever grateful for what you've sacrificed to get it done.

But above all, I will never forget who this victory truly belongs to - it belongs to you.

I was never the likeliest candidate for this office. We didn't start with much money or many endorsements. Our campaign was not hatched in the halls of Washington - it began in the backyards of Des Moines and the living rooms of Concord and the front porches of Charleston.

It was built by working men and women who dug into what little savings they had to give five dollars and ten dollars and twenty dollars to this cause. It grew strength from the young people who rejected the myth of their generation's apathy; who left their homes and their families for jobs that offered little pay and less sleep; from the not-so-young people who braved the bitter cold and scorching heat to knock on the doors of perfect strangers; from the millions of Americans who volunteered, and organized, and proved that more than two centuries later, a government of the people, by the people and for the people has not perished from this Earth. This is your victory.

I know you didn't do this just to win an election and I know you didn't do it for me. You did it because you understand the enormity of the task that lies ahead. For even as we celebrate tonight, we know the challenges that tomorrow will bring are the greatest of our lifetime - two wars, a planet in peril, the worst financial crisis in a century. Even as we stand here tonight, we know there are brave Americans waking up in the deserts of Iraq and the mountains of Afghanistan to risk their lives for us. There are mothers and fathers who will lie awake after their children fall asleep and wonder how they'll make the mortgage, or pay their doctor's bills, or save enough for college. There is new energy to harness and new jobs to be created; new schools to build and threats to meet and alliances to repair.

The road ahead will be long. Our climb will be steep. We may not get there in one year or even one term, but America - I have never been more hopeful than I am tonight that we will get there. I promise you - we as a people will get there.

There will be setbacks and false starts. There are many who won't agree with every decision or policy I make as President, and we know that government can't solve every problem. But I will always be honest with you about the challenges we face. I will listen to you, especially when we disagree. And above all, I will ask you join in the work of remaking this nation the only way it's been done in America for two-hundred and twenty-one years - block by block, brick by brick, calloused hand by calloused hand.

What began twenty-one months ago in the depths of winter must not end on this autumn night. This victory alone is not the change we seek - it is only the chance for us to make that change. And that cannot happen if we go back to the way things were. It cannot happen without you.

So let us summon a new spirit of patriotism; of service and responsibility where each of us resolves to pitch in and work harder and look after not only ourselves, but each other. Let us remember that if this financial crisis taught us anything, it's that we cannot have a thriving Wall Street while Main Street suffers - in this country, we rise or fall as one nation; as one people.

Let us resist the temptation to fall back on the same partisanship and pettiness and immaturity that has poisoned our politics for so long. Let us remember that it was a man from this state who first carried the banner of the Republican Party to the White House - a party founded on the values of self-reliance, individual liberty, and national unity. Those are values we all share, and while the Democratic Party has won a great victory tonight, we do so with a measure of humility and determination to heal the divides that have held back our progress. As Lincoln said to a nation far more divided than ours, "We are not enemies, but friends...though passion may have strained it must not break our bonds of affection." And to those Americans whose support I have yet to earn - I may not have won your vote, but I hear your voices, I need your help, and I will be your President too.

And to all those watching tonight from beyond our shores, from parliaments and palaces to those who are huddled around radios in the forgotten corners of our world - our stories are singular, but our destiny is shared, and a new dawn of American leadership is at hand. To those who would tear this world down - we will defeat you. To those who seek peace and security - we support you. And to all those who have wondered if America's beacon still burns as bright - tonight we proved once more that the true strength of our nation comes not from our the might of our arms or the scale of our wealth, but from the enduring power of our ideals: democracy, liberty, opportunity, and unyielding hope.

For that is the true genius of America - that America can change. Our union can be perfected. And what we have already achieved gives us hope for what we can and must achieve tomorrow.

This election had many firsts and many stories that will be told for generations. But one that's on my mind tonight is about a woman who cast her ballot in Atlanta. She's a lot like the millions of others who stood in line to make their voice heard in this election except for one thing - Ann Nixon Cooper is 106 years old.

She was born just a generation past slavery; a time when there were no cars on the road or planes in the sky; when someone like her couldn't vote for two reasons - because she was a woman and because of the color of her skin.

And tonight, I think about all that she's seen throughout her century in America - the heartache and the hope; the struggle and the progress; the times we were told that we can't, and the people who pressed on with that American creed: Yes we can.

At a time when women's voices were silenced and their hopes dismissed, she lived to see them stand up and speak out and reach for the ballot. Yes we can.

When there was despair in the dust bowl and depression across the land, she saw a nation conquer fear itself with a New Deal, new jobs and a new sense of common purpose. Yes we can.

When the bombs fell on our harbor and tyranny threatened the world, she was there to witness a generation rise to greatness and a democracy was saved. Yes we can.

She was there for the buses in Montgomery, the hoses in Birmingham, a bridge in Selma, and a preacher from Atlanta who told a people that "We Shall Overcome." Yes we can.

A man touched down on the moon, a wall came down in Berlin, a world was connected by our own science and imagination. And this year, in this election, she touched her finger to a screen, and cast her vote, because after 106 years in America, through the best of times and the darkest of hours, she knows how America can change. Yes we can.

America, we have come so far. We have seen so much. But there is so much more to do. So tonight, let us ask ourselves - if our children should live to see the next century; if my daughters should be so lucky to live as long as Ann Nixon Cooper, what change will they see? What progress will we have made?

This is our chance to answer that call. This is our moment. This is our time - to put our people back to work and open doors of opportunity for our kids; to restore prosperity and promote the cause of peace; to reclaim the American Dream and reaffirm that fundamental truth - that out of many, we are one; that while we breathe, we hope, and where we are met with cynicism, and doubt, and those who tell us that we can't, we will respond with that timeless creed that sums up the spirit of a people:

Yes We Can. Thank you, God bless you, and may God Bless the United States of America."

- Transcript of the acceptance speech from Barack Obama,44th president of the United States of America

It's Hip Hop Literature Time,Boys and Girls!

Some of you reading my blog may have notice the name Rhymeweaver popping up here and there every once in awhile.For those who do not know, dude's a,in his own words,a struggling rap artist hailing from Malaysia but currently studying in New Zealand (where the milk powder are melamine free) to be an English teacher. I met him in a friendster group for hip hop zealots,and RW, being the experienced rappuh that he is,taught us noobie rappuhs some tricks and shiznit on multiple syllable rhymes,recording techniques and other boring stuff to non-rappuhs.Anyway,I did a little post on his stuff awhile ago,and this will be another 2 cents worth on his new mixtape,The Rhymeweaver Presents THE MIXTAPE SERIES VOL. 1:Music From and Inspired by Classic Literature,or TRPTMSVOMFAIBCL, for short.Which is not exactly short.But I digress.

As the mouthful-of-a-title suggests,the mixtape contains 5 songs that took their sources from famous classic literature (well to some of you anyway),which includes Billy Shakespheare's Macbeth (Ambitions as a Rider),HP Lovecraft's The Shadow Over Innsmouth (Night of the Deep Ones),and a couple of songs on the Holocaust and Hitler (Maybe RW read Mein Kampf as inspiration besides Maus),and one Persian poem,Layla and Majnun.OK,to be honest,I haven't read some of the original works before,so I cannot bitchfit and wail about how RW should omit or include certain parts of the original works into his songs.But not knowing in detail the classic literature could be a good thing since it won't spoil your experiencing RW's intriguing tales.But of course those who know the original work can easily relate to what RW is talking about.And now I have no idea what I am talking about.Anyways.

I remembered when I first encountered RW,he introduced himself as 'a rappuh that specializes in multis'.And this mixtape is sprinkled with multis all around,which IMHO is no small feat because the songs are basically stories told through rhymes,and every line that follows the previous must have a connection,therefore it is amazing that he can spit lines of multis that makes sense and does not interfere with the flow/plot of the story.With his vivid storytelling,fantasy worlds with eerie creatures,meticulous plans of murder and the horrors of genocide comes to life.

I did notice though that RW likes to end a lot of sentences with 'pair words' (well that's what my teacher calls it anyway)with the conjunction AND in the middle ,such as:
breathing and crying
good and faithful
bruised and painful
pain and hardship
corruption and evil
servants and friends
bitches and wife
spouse and his son
slow and hobbling
oval head and round ears
cold and rigid
etc etc...

I am not sure whether RW purposely use this type of rhyming or he wrote it without realizing it,I for one whore this technique to death when I was writing essays in secondary school,and personally I think pair words are excellent for describing scenarios and ..well all sorts of stuff.But it sounds kinda good on the ears lol.My favorite track off the mixtape is without a doubt Night of the Deep Ones (watup Jin!),where RW describes a creepy encounter between a man and some locals of a small town,which turns out to be bizarre hybrid fish-man creatures. RW told the story with such clarity that you can actually see the whole tale unfolds in your mind's eye.Not really feeling the love story though (The Eye of the World) since I am just a bitter cynical bastard.

For those who like classic literature told with a breath of fresh air,download this mixtape quick, or preview it here.I'm sure you won't regret it.For those who like dumb shit club songs,go download Nelly's new album and give this mixtape a miss.Another reason why you should at least give RW a try is because dude's a hardworking man; he actually included in the mixtape: the 5 songs,the lyrics,cover artwork,notes about the songs,the original works,RW's biography,RW's links, preview of his upcoming mixtape,link to feedback,AND a subscription.ALL FOR FREE. Respect,homie.

through the wire

'Hey..I think we are going the wrong way,' said Yuva,my colleague at work.She was sitting beside me in my car,and we were waiting at a traffic light on the left lane of two lanes.

"Really?" I frowned,looking around, trying to make sense of the roads,sign boards,and landmarks around me.We were in the Tasek Industrial Estate,where multinational companies and gargantuan factories nestled side by side. Huge lorries and trucks slowly lumbered along dusty roads while relatively smaller vehicles like ours weaved in and out.Most days of my work I would be going around places like these,making appointments with lab heads,purchasers,managers and the like in hope of making a deal,selling some laboratory instruments or analyzers.

"I hate to say this,but you are right,"I muttered.We had been trying to locate a certain company for more than 15 minutes,to no avail.The feeling of frustration prompted me to make a hasty decision.

"We need to make a U-turn,"I hissed at Yuva.

'But how?we are on the left side of the lane.'

On my right side was a car,and behind it a huge truck that I assumed was shipping compressed gas,with the tank and all. Suddenly,the car next to mine moved into another road,leaving a vacant space in front of the truck.

I grinned."That's our cue." Immediately I put the pedal to the floor and drove into the empty space,attempting to make a U- turn from there.I stopped my car in a 90 degree angle to the lane in the space,waiting for a clear traffic.

I heard a faint rumbling.And out of the corner of my eye,I sense movement.I turned my head towards my window.

And saw the front portion of the truck approaching the right side of my car.

It all happened so fast.My face was against the window,staring right up the truck's head,seeing it looming over my car.My jaw dropped in horror as reality dawned upon me.Yuva was screaming and trying to get out the door.And at that moment I heard the sickening crunch of metal compressing against metal.I felt my car trembled,shaken by the impact of the incoming truck.The truck was edging forward slowly.And taking my car with it.

Gripped with fear,I instinctively honked,pressing my hand on the horn as hard as I could.I could feel my car moving as the truck picks up momentum.After what feels like a lifetime,it stopped.I could hear a ringing sound in my ears.I realized that I had forgotten to breathe. Slowly,ever so painstakingly,the truck back up.It took awhile for the truth to sink in:I'm alive.muthafucking damnit I'm still alive. I slowly open the door,and I realized that my hands were shaking.When I step out of the car,my knees felt like it did not belong to me; they were wobbling ever so slightly.Weakly,I looked at my car to survey the damage.My first thought was wtf I just bought it for 3 months and now look at this.

Luckily was that me and my colleague came out unharmed, although visibly shaken.The truck driver told me that he did not notice my car.Heck,he did not even know that he rammed into my car,he only realized when I started honking.I was told that had he not stop,my car would be under the truck.And me in it.Crushed to death.The sheer possibility of this ending made me be thankful of how lucky I am to come out unhurt. Thank *Bleep* (Note:Any mention or reference to any sort of omnipotent higher being with power to create and destroy is automatically censored.But after this,I may need to rethink.)

graduation

Before I got on stage I kept telling myself to LOOK INTO THE CAMERA DAMN IT.When I went on stage,the first thought in my mind when I was shaking my Naib Cansellor's hand was:' wow it's been a long time since I last saw you man'(He's one of my lecturers and had just been promoted).I was staring at his face in wonder like an idiot when that thought went through my head.And before I know it I was already walking off the stage.Sigh.Well at least the photo didn't really turn out as bad as I thought it would.

Merdeka for me

First of all,happy belated merdeka day,even though there doesn't seems to be any much festive merdeka mood this year,probably due to our currently fucked up politics and lameduck leaders making asswiping decisions.Yes,Anwar may not be all he seems,bla bla bla,but I would rather see him take over and take this country in some direction,ANY direction,instead of fucktards bickering over trick shit which has nothing to do with our country's economy.Any worse than it is now and I may be out of a job and on a one way ticket to join the rest of the Cina Babis in China.Where it is even harder to find a job,but what the heck.

Anyway,I am currently working in Ipoh now,as a.... Sales And Service Engineer.Mind you,I got a degree in Biotechnology, and I'm an Engineer now?My homeboys who need to study for one more year for their engineering degrees are gonna bleed from their ears once I tell them.But then again don't let the name fool you,what I'm actually doing is in charge of the sales and troubleshooting of Lab equipments,ranging from Atomic Absorption Spectrophotometers to Centrifuges to Automated Analyzers to chemicals and labwares.Some of the more sophisticated machines can sell for more than half-a-million each,however I doubt that I could sell more than 1 in,I dunno,3 years?Means that I'll be deprived of my commission for possibly a long time damnit.And since my work requires me to travel extensively,I'll be in my car a lot,which means I need to get more songs to bump that boredom out of me while avoiding accidents due to distracting bass thumping gangsta rap music.

I just came back from a two-week trip back to Sabah for my convocation.Yup,after some near disasters i did manage to graduate,albeit not with too good grades,but then again graduate is graduate,lol.My parents and lil' brother came over too for a 5 day trip,and took them to Kudat,the Tip of Borneo,which is the highest point in the dog's ears.If you know what I mean.When my parents went home,I spent the remaining of my time hanging out with friends from my uni,catching up with them,asking bout their new jobs (or lack thereof),and basically getting wasted in pubs and hotel rooms.Gonna miss them much,those close friends that had been a part of my life for most of my past 3 years.All the best to them,and we will meet again.Soon.

During these two weeks,I managed to squeeze some time in between to finish some of my stuff at Decipher's lab.I finally finished recording my verse of an upcoming song,and gau dim the chorus too (yeah its a collaboration,btw).And talking bout Decipher,Da Man just released a song from his two-man-band with Jessel known as Digital Licks.The song,named Forget Not,is actually in conjunction with merdeka,and serve to remind the listeners of the unsung war heroes in Malaysia,especially Borneo.the track is available for download at Decipher's page,so check out that hot song!

I Can Ride My Bike With No Handlebars

Something refreshing.Thanks to Jin Heezy for posting the link to this vid.

Flobots-Handlebars

I can ride my bike with no handlebars
No handlebars
No handlebars

I can ride my bike with no handlebars
No handlebars
No handlebars

Look at me, look at me
hands in the air like it's good to be
ALIVE
and I'm a famous rapper
even when the paths're all crookedy
I can show you how to do-si-do
I can show you how to scratch a record
I can take apart the remote control
And I can almost put it back together
I can tie a knot in a cherry stem
I can tell you about Leif Ericson
I know all the words to "De Colores"
And "I'm Proud to be an American"
Me and my friend saw a platypus
Me and my friend made a comic book
And guess how long it took
I can do anything that I want cuz, look:

I can keep rhythm with no metronome
No metronome
No metronome

I can see your face on the telephone
On the telephone
On the telephone

Look at me
Look at me
Just called to say that it's good to be
ALIVE
In such a small world
All curled up with a book to read
I can make money open up a thrift store
I can make a living off a magazine
I can design an engine sixty four
Miles to a gallon of gasoline
I can make new antibiotics
I can make computers survive aquatic conditions
I know how to run a business
And I can make you wanna buy a product
Movers shakers and producers
Me and my friends understand the future
I see the strings that control the systems
I can do anything with no assistance
I can lead a nation with a microphone
With a microphone
With a microphone
I can split the atoms of a molecule
Of a molecule
Of a molecule

Look at me
Look at me
Driving and I won't stop
And it feels so good to be
Alive and on top
My reach is global
My tower secure
My cause is noble
My power is pure
I can hand out a million vaccinations
Or let'em all die in exasperation
Have'em all healed of their lacerations
Have'em all killed by assassination
I can make anybody go to prison
Just because I don't like'em and
I can do anything with no permission
I have it all under my command
I can guide a missile by satellite
By satellite
By satellite
and I can hit a target through a telescope
Through a telescope
Through a telescope
and I can end the planet in a holocaust
In a holocaust
In a holocaust
In a holocaust
In a holocaust
In a holocaust

I can ride my bike with no handlebars
No handle bars
No handlebars

I can ride my bike with no handlebars
No handlebars
No handlebars

Boring.

Heeeyyy...How Youuu Doinnn??Everything's fine?Family's all good? Joker didn't slit your throat?Anyway,I'm updating my blog from my workplace in the Veterinary Research Institute since everyone is out for their totally time-wasting tea breaks (one at 10am,one at 3pm),and lets hope my ass doesn't get caught with slacking on the already-very-slackable-job. One more week,and I'm out of here.Not that I do not enjoy working in a relaxed,stress-free environment (unless the Nipah virus has another outbreak),however the mere thought of spending 8 hours(6 if I'm slacking,3 if I'm totally bored senseless and decides to head home and watch cartoons) in the lab doing nothing much,WITHOUT any pay/remunerations/fees/salary/allowances/donations whatsoever,is enough to make me feel glad that my industrial training is coming to an end.However,I'm really going to miss some of the staff here that had work closely with me for the past couple of months,such as Madam No Na, a chinese woman who speaks malay in the local accent and slang so freakin well,you'd swear she was brought up in a malay kampung.And Mr. Jamal,with his Taliban-esque beard,always helpful and willing to pass knowledge to the young noobs.

The past two weeks was hectic as hell for me,since I had to pass up my industrial training report before the deadline or else I would be cancelling my ticket to my convocation,and rushing here and there for interviews and gatherings.I went to KL on the 11th of July to attend a birthday party,and what a birthday party it was.Held in a kinda-posh restaurant(IZZI,if I'm not mistaken),the upper floor was booked,a DJ was on the ones and twos,good food,dancing,and lotta hot hoochie mamas.Happy birthday Jessie.It was quite fortunate that I sat at a particular table,where I got to know a couple of guys/gals taking up audio engineering at Lim Kok Wing and ICOM.One of the guy's name was Xylus a.k.a. Xephilas,a chinese dude who is one of the craziest mofos I had ever met.He screams and shouts and sings at someone's birthday party.While everyone was eating.And he didn't even know the Bday Gal.Not to mention taking a drum practicing kit where ever he goes,and showing us his mad skillz with the sticks.He's a drummer for hire,and plays in local underground gigs,including black metal.Whoa.And he does missionary work in Indonesia.And Marie,a malay-french-jap girl who has a band of her own(she's on the vocals),who talked non-stop and on everything under the sun even though we just met.And Naveen,a ceylonese who was kinda timid and quiet at first(prolly because Jovial was scaring him,lol),but after some whisky,began to get jiggy with it.We went to Mcds after the party,and chatted till 3 in the morning.How's that for a bunch of people you meet for the first time?

I took a leave on the 16th of July,just 3 days after I came back from KL,and travelled back to KL yet again for a job interview from a multinational company that sells lab instruments.The interview came off quite smoothly,but with the pay they are offering and the standard of living in PJ,I would be eating biscuit crumbs and leftovers.OK it's not that bad,but it's close.There are two main factors that will affect my decision on where to work,one is the pay,and one is the standard of living.One's a variable,the other is fixed.So after much consideration,a decision was finally made.

p.s: excuse the long post with few elaborations.I will give a much more detailed peek into my brain when I get my internet connection at home.But then again I may not give two hoots about my blog and just download tons of porn with Emule.See how lah.

The Hit Up For Download!

Just put The Hit up for download at drop.io , (thanks to rhymeweaver for the recommendation) just click the link,and then click save to download the song to your pc.Been getting some positive comments in my friendster and msn on the song,thanks for the words of encouragement y'all.By the way,check out malaysianemcee's interview with the genius beatmaker/partner-in-rhyme of The Hit,Decipher where he talks about his bio,his personal achievements,and the East Malaysian Hip Hop scene,which I was lucky enough to witness first-hand.Check it out.And download my shit.BOO YAH!!

Putting the 'MC' in Da Random MC

The Hit-Decipher and Da Random MC
beats produced by:Decipher
lyrics:Chris Pereira,Chow Jia Long

[Da Random MC]
first verse,first line, that's the hardest to write
need some ins-pi-ra-tion,man that's the hardest to find
I need a miracle,like giving sight to the blind
that incite reactions,like a jerk to the spine
okayyy,finally I got the first line finished,
now what am I gon' do bout the next five minutes?
should I be pissed Off and shit On rappers wit wack flows?
or maybe I should just cool Down,lighten Up, and make my track glow?
should I talk about your skills, or rather the lack of it
should I pick your peabrains and be John Malkovich?
you Myspace thugs and killers are real like counterfeits
every shitty line you throw against me I will counter it
you better off retiring with a fatass wife and rounder kids
your don't want no beef wit me,I'm the Quaterpounder,bitch
man I could do this all day and still not break a sweat
but do I really wanna waste time dissing nameless cats?

[Decipher]
Yo test your elements,step out of the water,
out of the pan and into the fire,
all hells loose,and your the one with the noose,
praying to the messiah,crying your his messenger,
only now you believe,when your on your cracked knees,
the deities would be laughing tears on these sleeves,
face the facts, retire now
and be safe from the backlash,
gone are the days of laughs n fake hugs,
we cleaning up shop, no bones under the rugs,
if we bumpin now, its only with shoulder shrugs,
nah I ain't stoned with herbs,
I get high on my own supply of written verbs.
I am what you've heard,
when your best 16 passes my wackest line,
holla at ya boi,till then,pretend that you know,
tell your posse and your family how tight you could have flowed with me

Finally!!!For all the millions!!!!and millions!!!of Da Random MC's fans in this arena,Da Random MC has COME BACK to Ipoh,and will be shaking all y'all hands,turn it sideways,shine it up real nice,and stick it up - your Candy Ass!!!IF YOU SMELL!!!~!!

Ya.Anyhoo.

For those who wanna know,I'm currently doing my industrial training/internship in the Veterinary Research Institute in Ipoh.For those who wanna make jokes about animals,sex,fingers and anal probes,NO,I'm just working in the Biochemical Department(However,I heard another trainee there that those in some other department are required to obtain the goat's dung for dilution and analysis,and you get it by sticking your finger in the rectum and pulling that shit out,fo'real).Everyday I run various tests and analysis on the protein,lipid,moisture,sugar content in feeds and pellets.When I'm not doing that,I would be preparing and running ELISA, or Enzyme-Linked Immunosorbent Assays to test for levels of antibodies in goat serum,or doing dialysis of antigens for purification purposes.Some days I would be doing extraction and purification of DNA from bacteria,then cutting of the genomic sequence using restriction enzymes,let it undergo polymerase chain reaction,then do an electrolysis for viewing of DNA bands and separation,and taking UV light photos of said bands.And also cloning of bacteria and plasmids and constructing a gene library.And then some.

But that's not what I wanna say in this post.Before I left K.K.,Sabah for Ipoh,I had the chance to meet up with a music producer residing in K.K. who goes by the name of Chris Pereira a.k.a. Decipher (check out his resume in his blog),an experienced rapper and helluva producer and a super duper nice guy (he looks stern,but is actually goofy as hell,LOL don't whack me man)who's been in the local music scene for quite some time.Actually he was in my friendster's friendlist for awhile,just that I only got to contact him 3 WEEKS before I leave for Ipoh.Which is something that I deeply regret because Decipher is like one of the few people that I can discuss hip hop with,since most people around me thinks that Jay Chou is the King of Everything Hip Hop In This World.Therefore,our first conversation revolved around things like The L.O.X,Primo,Big Pun,Styles P,etc.And talks of collaboration.However,that time I was having my Final Exam(the last Finals that I would ever have in my life,in fact)so I could not find time to hang out in his studio.by the time I gau dim all my stuff,including a trip to Sipadan (Which I will blog about it later),I only have two weeks time to meet him.Minus the days that I need to pack my stuff and luggage and parcels for Seamail and handing up of my dissertation and forms and shiznit,it was evident that time was not on my side.But somehow or rather I did finally managed to find time to go to his studio to hang out,write some lyrics,record a couple of tracks,met a gangsta-lean posse,took a few photos,and smoked some crack.The last one was a joke.I will be blogging about my experiences with Decipher in a few more posts since my online time is limited(actually its the moolah in my wallet that's limited,but you'll get my drift).However,I'm glad to say that I finally received the song I did with Decipher through email,and I had already uploaded it to imeem for you all to enjoy (or hate).This is the second track that I had with Decipher,where I took the first verse with him taking the second.The chorus is left blank for now,I seriously have no idea on what to do with it,I think when Decipher's in the mood he'll do something about it,lol.BTW,mad love to him for allowing me to hang out in his studio,for fetching me,for letting me flow over his beats,for letting me record in his studio,for teaching me stuff on how to produce a track,and for being a really good friend.and for giving me a new nickname:The Dragon.For real.I'll see you soon bro.Take care.And congrats on your engagement,may you have a lifetime of happiness with your girl!

p.s:comments and opinions on the song are welcomed,no matter good or bad,I will take it with a pinch of salt and a keg of beer,then piss it all out and will forget about it.No seriously would love anyone who is still reading this blog to comment on the song.Or maybe I'll take it to emceedavid for a review and get a smackdown from him.Anyway,this is my FIRST 'real' song,my SECOND recording in a studio,my THIRD attempt at recording a song (first was with HTLAN),and the FOURTH whatever of something-nothing.So there.Therefore,this signals the long road ahead of me,room for improvement,and most of all,proving that the 'MC' in my name is worth a lil' something.woot woot.

8 things i've eaten for breakfast

got tagged!from Oh Carol!I am but a fool!

8 things im passionate about
being jovial
friends and family
hip hop
good movies
knowledge
humor
food
porn

8 things i say too often
diu
mahai ah
diu matchat lei geh
yau hor nang mou?
hou lan chat diu geh wor
yau mou gam geh lan yeah?
lei zhoi gong doh yat chi
diu lei ah!

8 books i've read recently
my thesis-computer-based characterization of primate endogenous retrovirus from human genome project
and a bunch of books on genetics,biotech and shit

8 songs i could listen to over and over again
return of the tres-delinquent habits
camisa la negra-juanes
american boy-estelle feat kanye west
hip hop saved my life-lupe fiasco
bak datang-the rebel scum
the regiment rejuvenates-xs.one
crank dat-soulja boy (it grows on you ok wtf)
the hit-da random mc and decipher

8 things i've learned in the past year
im still slacking
goatees are only cool for certain people
most people say i'm fat
i hate studying biotech stuff
i love working with biotech stuff
i love working in government department
i am more jovial nowadays
jovial is more me nowadays

people to tag.
ay bay bay.

Weaving Rhymes

Alllll righty then..sorry RW I know this is a bit overdue,haha, but allow me to introduce you to a homie of mine,who goes by the name of The Rhymeweaver, I won't go into details about his info,you can get more of that from his page. I knew him in an online hip hop forum awhile back,and he shared some of his experiences and knowledge in recording and rhymes and songs-making and how to get fly bitches and drop fools.Joking on the last two.Anyway,he had an album called Hymns of Wrath & Passion (you can read about fellow emcee emcee david's review of his album here), and will be getting his mixtape out sometime soon.

There are several tracks that are released as a sneak preview to the public on his website, consisting of two audios and a video. One of the songs is Get Filled, a party track featuring his partner-in-crime The I.R.V. of his group Flow Finesse. At first I thought it weird for RW to release a club banger, since his other songs dealt with issues you would be hard-pressed to bump your head in a club to, but then versatility is something not many emcees can boast about,so I guess its all good.By the way,Get Filled reminds me of another wicked track,Return of the Tres by Delinquent Habits, which is also a fucking dope song (I really need to brush up on my adjectives,fuck it),man the Latinos really know how to throw gangsta parties.Anyway,throughout the song there are some clever metaphors and punchlines (to the average song listeners,YES,rap are about things like these,among other shiznit such as multi-syllabic rhymes,internal rhymes,flows,creative story telling,witty humor,serious issues,social causes,voicing for the oppressed,to delivery to breath control to pronunciation.But that's another story for another day.),the first line will make you prick up your ears ("Yo I pound mics like sterling",get it?pound?sterling?no?),however IMHO I think the I.R.V.'s pronunciation could be improved since I can't really listen to what he is saying,but besides that its not bad.Go to his page and check it out.

Another song is Forbidden Verses, which is about a traditional Malay black magic practice known as santau (What,no toyol?the little green man,not Khir Toyo), you can get more info on this forbidden art on his page.The first time I played this song,it was four in the morning.I was alone in my room, and the whole house was asleep,lights all turned off.I finished listening to the first verse,and feeling a wee teeny little bit sikit sikit eerie,decided to turn it off and go straight to bed.Thanks RW for the fright night.This is the reason why Asian ghost movies are so much more scarier,they are sooooo much closer to home.So if you are sitting in front of a window like I am,take a look outside.Anything there?No?You really sure that's a twig?Not fingers?OK I'm scaring myself so I'll just end here.

Baby mine, don't you cry

I got misty-eyed when I watched this scene so many years ago,and now,watching it again still made me shed tears.Please tell me I'm not the only one.Pixar's John Lasseter called it "one of the most emotional scenes that Disney ever made".

Baby Mine

Baby mine, don't you cry
Baby mine, dry your eyes
Rest your head close to my heart
Never to part, baby of mine
Little one when you play
Don't you mind what you say
Let those eyes sparkle and shine
Never a tear, baby of mine
If they knew sweet little you
They'd end up loving you too
All those same people who scold you
What they'd give just for
The right to hold you
From your head to your toes
You're not much, goodness knows
But you're so precious to me
Cute as can be, baby of mine

tagged

Taggy: jovial chai

1. Name: Chow Jia Long
2. Nickname: *sigh* Chow Hai Long,Chow Penis,Chow kai Long,Chew Chow Long,Chowsingsing,singyeah,akuma,fried crab,dragon,drag-on,long kor,long heng,wong sheung,Jay El,C.J.L.,Ho Ji On,Yutaka,Takuya,Ahn Jung Hwan *smirks*
3. Married: not yet
4. Male or Female: male
5. High School: SMJK Sam Tet
6. College: Kingfisher Residential College
7. Short hair or long hair: used to have crew cut,then spiky hair,then part middle ways,then chin-length hair,then short hair,then bald,then spiky,then bald,then piece of shit,then bald....and now spiky
8. Are you a health freak?: If i am i wont be having flu now
9. Height: 173cm
10. Do you have a crush on someone?: no one
11. Do you like yourself?: more than i like a lot of people
12. Piercings: used to have on both ears
13. Righty or lefty?: ambidextrous

FIRST'S
14. First surgery: None.
15. First piercing(s): last year
16. First person you see in the morning: sometimes Lawrence my roommate
17. First award: consolation prize in some Lasy building competition when i was in preschool
18. First sport you joined: badminton
19. First pet: fighting fish
20. First vacation: Genting i guess
22. First crush: my classmate in primary
23. Eating: first eating?wtf
24. Drinking: water
25. I'm about to: finish this thingy
26. Want kids: mostly
27. Want to get married: when i am stable
28. Careers in mind: none,i want to slack

WHICH ONE IS BETTER
29. Lips or eyes: eyes
30. Hugs or kisses: sex
31. Shorter or taller: shorter
32. Romantic or spontaneous: Spontaneous
33. Sensitive or loud: lil bit of both
34. Trouble maker or hesitant: lil bit of both

HAVE YOU EVER
35. Kissed a stranger: in some sohai station games i guess
36. Drank bubbles: nope
37. Lost glasses/contacts: all the time
38. Ran away from home: just for a few hours
39. Liked someone younger: ya
40. Liked someone older: ya
41. Broken someone's heart: ya
42. Been arrested: nearly
43. Cried when someone died: ya
44. Liked a friend: ya

DO YOU BELIEVE IN
45. Yourself: i am god.
46. Miracles: coincidence
47. Heaven: thugz mansion
48. Santa Clause: we used to drink tea together
49. Angels: the ones in constantine

ANSWER TRUTHFULLY
50. Is there one person you want to be with right now: ya
51. Do you believe in God: i am god

Worse Movie Scenes Ever

found this on youtube,and I burst out laughing 10 seconds into the clip.And didn't stop for the rest of the video.It was THAT bad."How bout I take you home....." go see for yourself.

Lelaki Besi

I kid you not,chinese subtitle translated the movie's name to "The Man Who is Tough Like Iron".But that's not the point.The point is,this movie is cool.Like uber-cool.What's cooler than being cool?Iron muthafriggin' Man,that's what!One of the most fun superhero movies that I had watched.I will not bore you with the synopsis,most of you know it anyway,heck most of you may have even seen it anyway but who gives a crap cos I just wanna drooooooollllwsrfdsakf akf kafdsa fas minirfireanfianznv jnnfsadfnasd$^%$%#*&$^&*$E!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




Allright.Now that I had finally got that feeling of orgasmic euphoria off my chest,lets see what makes this movie so great.First,the casting.Robert Downey Jr. is perfect for the role of Tony Stark,and he does kinda resemble his comic-book counterpart,and he plays his part of a flamboyant-playboy-genius-gazillionaire-guy-with-glowing-lamp-in-chest well.I can't imagine anyone else pulling this off so effortlessly and naturally (look out for him in blackface in the upcoming Tropic Thunder with Ben Stiller and sohai Jack Black).Then Gwyneth Paltrow as his secretary Miss Pepper Potts is likable and oh so adoring.Terrence Howard as Jim Rhodes?ok la..but he didn't really get his shine in this movie,maybe the next one will focus on the relationship between him and Tony Stark.Jeff 'The Dude' Bridges is almost unrecognizable as Obadiah Stane,and as the main villain in the movie he's pretty convincing.

The plot was fast-paced,no dilly-dally,just straight away cut to the chase,intersected with some scenes that highlights the actors emotions and bla bla,but not too much to the point of being cheesy or dragging.The dialog is good,and Robert Downey Jr.'s improvisation and involvement in the script certainly liven up the movie("Please,no gang signs.I'm joking,throw it up").

The biggest attraction of the movie is,no doubt,the Iron Man suit of armor,which by far was the coolest shiznit I've seen on screen since Transformers.If this movie was made ten years ago,I would bet my ass that Iron Man would look like Robocop.In red and yellow.Scary.When Tony Stark suits up,the armor shown attaching together part by part was so painstakingly detailed that I nearly cried tears of joy.And the audience were all ohhhs and ahhhs.Words cannot describe how friggin cool the suit is,you just have to see it for yourself.

Fans of the comics will certainly spot some subtle references to the Marvel Universe and Iron Man comics,such as Stan Lee's cameo,a sly nod to Jim Rhodes' War Machine in the next Iron Man movie ("Next time,baby!!"),Obadiah Stane mentioning that by selling weapons he is a "War Monger",S.H.I.E.L.D.(dayummm didn't see that one coming)..did I missed out anything?

*SPOILERS..Kinda*
The movie was stopped halfway through the credits,so I missed a lil' something something.All around the world the internet forums were buzzing of a scene after the credits,where Tony Stark returns home to find someone sitting on his chair.A black bald man with an eye patch (played by a black bald man who used to fool around with light sabers,and was on a plane with "muthafuckin' snakes")introduces himself to him as the head of something-something,and ask him to join the "something-something".Marvel fanboys will know what I'm talking about.Go watch this shit.You won't be disappointed.Now waiting for what's Coming up:Man in mask and cowl versus man in white face and green hair,and a big green freak vs (what else?) another big green freak(No its not Shrek 4,you lovable gullible poopoo).

"You called me ignorant?"

Check this clip out,where a British woman called Busta Rhymes "ignorant" for ignoring her requests to "com hear haf a feitou!!com hear haf a feitou!".Bussa Bus was about to go up his bus (hey a pun!) when he overheard that remark,paused in his tracks,turn around,look her in the face,and gave her a piece of his mind.Sweeeet...Woo Hah!!

Freedom

Finally..everything had come to an end.Well almost.Took my last paper this morning,possibly (hopefully,pretty please?)my last exam paper that I am ever gonna take in my life.Now only need to do my thesis correction,hand it up,and my life as a university pre-graduate would be almost complete,and all I need to do is just wait for my convo.WIll be leaving Kota Kinabalu soon, and heading back to my hometown of Ipoh for my training.Man I seriously miss this place.Having lived here for 3 years,taking its transport,walking its roads,eating its food,seeing its buildings and sights,the beaches and the bitches,everything.I'm missing it already.Initially lotta my friends kept saying that they can't wait to go back to their respective hometowns,but later admitted that they too,miss the Land Below the Wind.Got a lot more that I wanted to blog about,certain books/movies/songs reviews,some upcoming plans,and urm..paying my dues.Stay tuned.

Orgasmic.

You don't watch TV1?Neither do I.

I forgot when was the last time I actually sat down in front of the television and turn on tv1.Heck,I forgot when was the last time I actually switch on the telly in my house,let alone watch it when you can download any tv programs off the net.But back to tv1.I think the only time I watch that particular gomen-owned channel was watching reruns of Transformers at 7pm a few months back.

But now there's another reason to watch this-excuse-of-a-channel: a new show aptly titled: BLOG, where the tv station will invite some prominent bloggers (and if they don't turn up,less prominent bloggers)to give their two cents worth on current issues.And what better way to get attention from the people than inviting the legendary Raja Petra Kamaruddin,the blue-blooded blogger who runs Malaysia-Today.I myself religiously check out that website several times a day for the latest hoo-haas in Malaysian politics, and some revealing secrets spilled by Raja Petra (or RPK,or Pete,or Raja by his legions of fans,or that-bald-mofo-who-keeps-nosing-into-my-business-wtf-b@stard by his detractors) in his insightful columns.It is apparent that with this move,the government wants to show the world that yes,it is more open to criticism;and yes,it is admitting the power of you monkey-bloggers,but is that really the case?After watching it,one can't help but feel his blood boil with anger at the stupidity of the host in asking questions and futile attempt to dart around the real issues.For example it is quite evident that rowdy-poo of a host changed the subject every time Raja Petra said something that showed the government in a bad light,OR give his own excuses and lame explanation on behalf of the government that pays his sorry ass.But then again its still a change from the propaganda that the gomen is spinning on all MSM.Raja Petra did raised several key issues, such as freedom of speech vs stability of a country,anarchism,the separation of power between legislative,judiciary,and executive,and what's the definition of a good governance.So run along now,give yourselves a reason to watch tv1 again.




















But then again,there's always Youtube. Awwww shucks..too bad.


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Shadowfiend

The Raven-Edgar Allen Poe

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door
Only this and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; — vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me — filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
"'Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door
Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door;
This it is and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door;
Darkness there and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;
'Tis the wind and nothing more!"

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning — little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."

But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing farther then he uttered — not a feather then he fluttered
Till I scarcely more than muttered "Other friends have flown before
On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said "Nevermore."

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never — nevermore'."

But the Raven still beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee — by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite — respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore;
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! — prophet still, if bird or devil!
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted
On this home by Horror haunted — tell me truly, I implore
Is there — is there balm in Gilead? — tell me — tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! — prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us — by that God we both adore
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore —
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."

"Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! — quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted — Nevermore!

What If.....?

Got it from my homeboy Nic,living abroad in the States now,where you gonna be back?

What if World War II was a Real-Time-Strategy Game?

*Hitler[AoE] has joined the game.*
*Eisenhower has joined the game.*
*paTTon has joined the game.*
*Churchill has joined the game.*
*benny-tow has joined the game.*
*T0J0 has joined the game.*
*Roosevelt has joined the game.*
*Stalin has joined the game.*
*deGaulle has joined the game.*
Roosevelt: hey sup
T0J0: y0
Stalin: hi
Churchill: hi
Hitler[AoE]: cool, i start with panzer tanks!
paTTon: lol more like panzy tanks
T0JO: lol
Roosevelt: o this fockin sucks i got a depression!
benny-tow: haha america sux
Stalin: hey hitler you dont fight me i dont fight u, cool?
Hitler[AoE]; sure whatever
Stalin: cool
deGaulle: **** Hitler rushed some1 help
Hitler[AoE]: lol byebye frenchy
Roosevelt: i dont got **** to help, sry
Churchill: wtf the luftwaffle is attacking me
Roosevelt: get antiair guns
Churchill: i cant afford them
benny-tow: u n00bs know what team talk is?
paTTon: stfu
Roosevelt: o yah hit the navajo button guys
deGaulle: eisenhower ur worthless come help me quick
Eisenhower: i cant do **** til rosevelt gives me an army
paTTon: yah hurry the fock up
Churchill: d00d im gettin pounded
deGaulle: this is fockin weak u guys suck
*deGaulle has left the game.*
Roosevelt: im gonna attack the axis k?
benny-tow: with what? ur wheelchair?
benny-tow: lol did u mess up ur legs AND ur head?
Hitler[AoE]: ROFLMAO
T0J0: lol o no america im comin 4 u
Roosevelt: wtf! thats bullsh1t u fags im gunna kick ur asses
T0JO: not without ur harbors u wont! lol
Roosevelt: u little biotch ill get u
Hitler[AoE]: wtf
Hitler[AoE]: america hax, u had depression and now u got a huge fockin army
Hitler[AoE]: thats bullsh1t u hacker
Churchill: lol no more france for u hitler
Hitler[AoE]: tojo help me!
T0J0: wtf u want me to do, im on the other side of the world retard
Hitler[AoE]: fine ill clear you a path
Stalin: WTF u arsshoel! WE HAD A FoCKIN TRUCE
Hitler[AoE]: i changed my mind lol
benny-tow: haha
benny-tow: hey ur losing ur guys in africa im gonna need help in italy soon sum1
T0J0: o **** i cant help u i got my hands full
Hitler[AoE]: im 2 busy 2 help
Roosevelt: yah thats right ***** im comin for ya
Stalin: church help me
Churchill: like u helped me before? sure ill just sit here
Stalin: dont be an arss
Churchill: dont be a commie. oops too late
Eisenhower: LOL
benny-tow: hahahh oh sh1t help
Hitler: o man ur focked
paTTon: oh what now biotch
Roosevelt: whos the cripple now lol
*benny-tow has been eliminated.*
benny-tow: lame
Roosevelt: gj patton
paTTon: thnx
Hitler[AoE]: WTF eisenhower hax hes killing all my sh1t
Hitler[AoE]: quit u hacker so u dont ruin my record
Eisenhower: Nuts!
benny~tow: wtf that mean?
Eisenhower: meant to say nutsack lol finger slipped
paTTon: coming to get u hitler u paper hanging hun cocksocker
Stalin: rofl
T0J0: HAHAHHAA
Hitler[AoE]: u guys are fockin gay
Hitler[AoE]: ur never getting in my city
*Hitler[AoE] has been eliminated.*
benny~tow: OMG u noob you killed yourself
Eisenhower: ROFLOLOLOL
Stalin: OMG LMAO!
Hitler[AoE]: WTF i didnt click there omg this game blows
*Hitler[AoE] has left the game*
paTTon: hahahhah
T0J0: WTF my teammates are n00bs
benny~tow: shut up noob
Roosevelt: haha wut a moron
paTTon: wtf am i gunna do now?
Eisenhower: yah me too
T0J0: why dont u attack me o thats right u dont got no ships lololol
Eisenhower: fock u
paTTon: lemme go thru ur base commie
Stalin: go to hell lol
paTTon: fock this sh1t im goin afk
Eisenhower: yah this is gay
*Roosevelt has left the game.*
Hitler[AoE]: wtf?
Eisenhower: sh1t now we need some1 to join
*tru_m4n has joined the game.*
tru_m4n: hi all
T0J0: hey
Stalin: sup
Churchill: hi
tru_m4n: OMG OMG OMG i got all his stuff!
tru_m4n: NUKES! HOLY **** I GOT NUKES
Stalin: d00d gimmie some plz
tru_m4n: no way i only got like a couple
Stalin: omg dont be gay gimmie nuculer secrets
T0J0: wtf is nukes?
T0J0: holy ****holy****hoyl****!
*T0J0 has been eliminated.*
*The Allied team has won the game!*
Eisenhower: awesome!
Churchill: gg noobs no re
T0J0: thats bull**** u fockin suck
*T0J0 has left
*Eisenhower has left the game.*
Stalin: next game im not going to be on ur team, u guys didnt help me for ****
Churchill: wutever, we didnt need ur help neway dumbarss
tru_m4n: l8r all
benny~tow: bye
Churchill: l8r
Stalin: fock u all
tru_m4n: shut up commie lol
*tru_m4n has left the game.*
benny~tow: lololol u commie
Churchill: ROFL
Churchill: bye commie
*Churchill has left the game.*
*benny~tow has left the game.*
Stalin: i hate u all fags
*Stalin has left the game.*
paTTon: lol no1 is left
paTTon: weeeee i got a jeep
*paTTon has been eliminated.*
paTTon: o sh1t!
*paTTon has left the game.*

Sweeeeeet

Furiuz Styles-Kepala batu

This is dope.

WTF?!!?!?!!

That's the word that came to my mind when I first heard the classic line from this song off his Capital Punishment album by Big Pun.I swear, I nearly flipped when I heard that line :"Dead in the middle of Little Italy / little did we know that we riddled some middlemen who didn't do diddily".My jaw dropped.I had to press pause,rewind back a lil' bit,and listen closely again.4 times.WTFZOMGKNNBCCBTNF.How could anyone string words together like that so seamlessly,spit it so effortlessly, and made it sound so dope?And his weight was like,what,500 freakin pounds?!I don't even have any idea how much is that in kilograms.Big Moon Dawg,R.I.P.

Tale of Two Jins

Found this on emceedavid's blog.Check out the look on hitz.fm's Jin's face after Jin Tha MC was done with him.When Jin Tha MC spits ‘we not related,this is what i do for fun,your girl came wit one jin,now she’s leaving with the other one’ it was like ooooooooohhh..

Keeping it Gangsta

One said that "I was an O.G. in the hood before I turn 22" on his debut album,The Documentary.
The other was already an O.G. when he was in N.W.A, certified double O.G. when he went solo,and became a triple O.G. when he formed Westside Connection and asked the East Coast to Bow Down.
XXL June 2008,with two of my favourite rappers out of Cali,The Game and Ice Cube holding down the Left Coast.Get ready to throw your dubs up,cos' you know it ain't nothin' but a gangsta paaartyy!!

Things you do not expect to see flying around

Admit it,you gangstas and pimps and d-boys,beneath the tough exterior,you secretly dig cartoons.I know I do.I love Dumbo.In fact,I would consider myself an old school Disney fan,Dumbo,Lady and the Tramp,Jungle Book,Little Mermaid,Snow White,Sleeping Beauty,Bambi,Aladdin,Lion King anyone?They used to make good cartoons,with good plots and whatnots,and the characters are just so...real.So human-like.You shed tears when Bambi's mother died (In fact, parents protested the killing scene because their children were so traumatized by it),you go awwww and all warm and fuzzy when Tramp and Lady shared a plate of spaghetti,and want to throw the cup you are holding at the screen when the other elephants boycotted Dumbo's mama.Now they just make shitty fuckups like the mono-colored Brother Bear.Who wanna watch a cartoon about bears anyway?Unless the bear is Baloo. *hums Bare Necessities*

Anyway,the above clip is from Dumbo.I used to love this song a lot,and was one of my favourite parts in the cartoon.Of course back then i did not noticed that the crows were talking in stereotypical African American accents.Having a fag.Or talking in ebonics ("But I've BEEN DONE seen about everything?")Or that they were coincidentally black crows.Maybe it has something to do with Jim Crow? Some would say this is akin to having a minstrel show in a cartoon,but then again here the crows are the good guys who help Dumbo,while the antagonists are those of his own kind.Anyway i still love this movie all the same, and racial stereotyping in cartoons had existed for a long time,and can be evident in a lot of Disney cartoons (or other cartoons for that matter),go watch those old school gems,and maybe you will see some things that you didn't realized when you were seven.

Akon, T-Pain & Snoop Dogg Cartoon Video

Kudos to whoever did this.Damn hilarious,and yes,I hate sohai robotic vocal synthesizers.Well except in Kanye's Stronger.

ZOMGLOLROFLMAOKNNCBCCBWTFTKF

C.O.A.T. (Cutest Of All Time)

I can't stop laughing.Cracks me up every time.Lesson of the day:Happiness comes from the simplest things in life.Even if its just a piece of paper.

Sweetness In The Guise Of A Delivery

Yesterday jovial told me to wait for the postman at 2.30pm sharp.Said got important package for me.So I took a nap around eleven,and woke up around 2pm to wait for Mr.Postman.
Waited.
And waited.
No Mr.Postman.
I put my ears to the ground (I was a scout,you see).Then I heard the sound of a motorbike coming along the road,ever so faintly,the slow vroom-vroom from the distance.



I heard a squeal of the brakes,and the unmistakable sound of tyre skidding across the asphalt,right onto my porch.The smell of burning rubber filled the air.I was puzzled.Mr.Postman do not do this.Delivery guys do not merempit,unless you are working for a couple of fast-food chains...wait.
My heart skipped a beat.Could it be?Could it possibly be the notorious rempit delivery boy?!From This Company?!



It was!Seems like Ay bay bay decided to treat me to some pizza out of her first paycheck while training in Ipoh.Aww..How Sweet!
Then the fucker delivery boy say haven't paid.So I pulled out my gat and shove it in his face.



Rempit boy shitted in his pants and ran.And I continued to eating my pizza in peace.Yum.Thanks bay.

The Bar Is THIS High

For all aspiring emcees, wannabe emcees, already emcees, lazy-pop-music-making emcees,take out your lil' book of rhymes, flip that shit open,and compare your lines and lines of lyrics against the ones below.If you love hip hop,anything less would be uncivilized,and you can just go shave your beard,wash your face,tear off the pages of shit which you call lyrics that you wrote,and start over again.The upper echelons of superb battle rap lyricism came from a then-unknown young white rapper's first album,Infinite in 1996.

313-Eminem feat. Eye-Kyu

[Eminem]
Now what you know about a sweet MC, from the 313
None of these skills you 'bout to see come free
So you wanna be a sweet MC, you gotta become me
If you ever wanna be one see

[Eye-Kyu]
Yo some people say I'm whack, now if that's right
I'm the freshest whack MC that you ever heard, in your lifetime
My slick accapella sounds clever with the beats
Boy I'm the deepest thing since potholes to ever hit the streets
Forgot a gold digger's succubus, my souls thick with ruggedness
With the mic I'm like a dyke, can't no nigga fuck with this
I got more Different Strokes than Philip Drummound
On open mic I bone your women just to keep my lyrics coming (bitch)
We elevated to new heights premeditated
Let it be that I stated they hate it now that they see that I made it
The escalated can be put to the test of greatness
Snatch the heart from MC's and I ate it
So I take it that's the reason I'm hated
To represent my temperment
If rap was a dick all you so called hard MC's would not be impotent
But pimping it, and acting like you could rock a show (so)
Harder than LL's Rock the Bells, but you is a ho (now)
Everything that you collaborate I lacerate
My rhymes they keep coming like nympho maniacs that masturbate
At a faster rate, yeah I got something for your ass to hate
I blasterate, and have you all running master gates
And as for face clutching and touching the flows
I got them open like marijuana smoke up in your nose
Bucking these hoes, I got that shit down to a science
Leaving them hot and bothered, turned on like an appliance
Defiance, no we won't have that
You want your shit to blow up?
Well I'ma stuff some dynamite in your ass crack
And blast that shit to kingdom come
Then bring them some of this real hip-hop
I drop beats and you ain't singing or gonna do a thing about
And you all knew from Meeko
That you couldn't hold your own with the strength of Lou Forigno
So stop that bullshit and flow
Yo, you need to come with the real skills, and act like you know

Chorus

[Eminem]
So what, you know about a sweet MC, in the 313
You don't know shit so when you see one flee
You can be Run-D, you'll never beat the MC
I'll stop the alphabet at S and got it down to a T
I'm sure your bound to agree, a sweet MC crashes the spot
I'll make the roof hot like I was Rock Master Scott
Your ass forgot, so just in case you don't remember me
I'll run your brain around the block to jog your fucking memory
It's either them or me man, kill or be killed
You will and be sealed your casket closed you still gonna be billed
My facilities filled with fans, packed to capacity
I'll send a rapper back with the crack of his ass shitty
If he's acting soft and he cowers
He better come cleaner then Jay Rue jacking off when he showers
You flowers got no clout with a thing
You could date a stick of dynamite and wouldn't go out with a bang
I showered the slang, simple as A,B,C's
Skip over the D's and rock the microphone with E's
Dethrone MC's and I'ma max alone
Relax your dome like a solo from a saxophone
So facts are known, writers get treated with shocks
I rock a beat harder then you could beat it with rocks
I'm greeted with flocks, of fellow follower's singers
You couldn't make the fans throw up their hands if they swallowed their fingers
But you can bring yours let's see what you got
But don't front and never try to be what you're not
'cause you can be quick, jump the candlestick, burn your back
And fuck Jill on a hill, but you still ain't Jack

Chorus

The Whatever-Goes-Neverending-Story

One day I was walking by,when I saw this guy, gave me an awkward eye,so I went up to him and say:'Watup,fool?You want me to pop a cap in your ass?',to which he whipped out a namecard which says DICK on one side,and ENS on the other.At this point I was so offended that I could tahan no longer and was about to take out my fofo', when the mild looking man,who look a lil' somethin' like this,



said:'I'm sorry my dear friend,I did not meant to look at you sir oh so strangely,sir,my name is Charles,and I'm looking for a man known as David Copperfield to perform some magic tricks for my son's sixth birthday,and I heard that he is quite the expert in that sorta thing,and his equally funny and talented assistant Oliver twists some of the most amazing tales of two cities that lived goblins,pixies and whatnots.I had such great expectations for them,if everything goes well I would like them to come over for Christmas,Carol,my missus by the way,love magic tricks!I heard he holds the secret to the power of flight,and has this old curiosity shop which sells strange trinkets from a faraway land..'he paused and looked at me eagerly.'Do you know where he is?'he enquired.After hearing all this BS from him,I decided to put one in his head and end this shebang,when out of the blue I heard a voice:'BERHENTI SEKARANG!'

To be continued.

Me is Ordinary People.

Ordinary People - John Legend

Girl, I'm in love with you
But this ain't the honeymoon
We've passed the infatuation phase
We're right in the thick of love
At times we get sick of love
It seems like we argue every day

I know I misbehaved
And you made your mistakes
And we've both still got room left to grow
And though love sometimes hurts
I still put you first
And we'll make this thing work
But I think we should take it slow

We're just ordinary people
We don't know which way to go
Cause we're ordinary people
Maybe we should take it slow

Take it slow, oh oh, this time we'll take it slow
Take it slow, oh oh, this time we'll take it slow

This ain't a movie, no
No fairytale conclusion y'all
It gets more confusing every day
Sometimes it's Heaven sent
Then we head back to Hell again
We kiss, then we make up on the way

I hang up, you call
We rise and we fall
And we feel like just walking away
As our love advances
We take second chances
Though it's not a fantasy
I still want you to stay

We're just ordinary people
We don't know which way to go
Cause we're ordinary people
Maybe we should take it slow

Take it slow, oh oh, this time we'll take it slow
Take it slow, oh oh, this time we'll take it slow
Take it slow

Maybe we'll live and learn
Maybe we'll crash and burn
Maybe you'll stay
Maybe you''ll leave
Maybe you'll return
Maybe another fight
Maybe we won't survive
Maybe we'll grow
We'll never know
Baby, you and I

We're just ordinary people
We don't know which way to go
Cause we're ordinary people
Maybe we should take it slow, hey

We're just ordinary people
We don't know which way to go
Cause we're ordinary people
Maybe we should take it slow

Take it slow, oh oh, this time we'll take it slow
Take it slow, oh oh, this time we'll take it slow
Take it slow

Take it slow, oh oh, this time we'll take it slow
Take it slow, oh oh, this time we'll take it slow

Twas The Dark Knight Before Christmas

This is friggin awesome.



from Itsjustsomerandomguy,the um..random guy behind some of the funniest parodies of DC and Marvel comics on youtube, their story lines and witty dialogue would put Bryan Singer,Sam Raimi,Ang Lee and that dipshit of a director Joel Shumacher (I do not even attempt to spell his name correctly,that is for how much he fucked up the Batman movies) to shame.The characters' voices are strikingly similar to the comics or movies,making it even more appealing for fans of both. Anyway,for you DC fans out there,listen closely to what Batman says at the end of the clip.A very nice surprise indeed.Ho Ho Ho!