Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Malaysians and Disneyland

I was on www.cibailang.com when I came across this article. It seemed interesting and true, so I did what any self-respecting blogger would do- ctrl+c then ctrl+v. Read and enjoy. And support the two sites this article came from- Malaysia Today and Cibailang

Taken from Malaysia Today

In 2006, Datuk Seri Mohd Effendi Norwawi said Disneyland was coming to Malaysia and that the government would be spending RM2 billion on the project. The Prime Minister confirmed that he too had discussed the matter although he could not remember with whom he had discussed it. In 2007, the Barisan National-led Selangor State Government made a “technical visit” to Tokyo Disneyland at a cost of RM1.2 million. Let us imagine how Disneyland would have discussed the Malaysian proposal — that is if they have done so, because, actually, they did not.

NO HOLDS BARRED

Raja Petra Kamarudin

Disneyland Marketing Director (MD): Boss, we have a proposal from Malaysia. They want to set up the Malaysian Disneyland there.

Disneyland President (P): Malaysia? Where’s that?

MD: It’s a small, unimportant country sandwiched between Thailand and Singapore.

P: Okay, what is it famous for?

MD: It became famous in 1998 when its Prime Minister jailed his Deputy on charges of sodomy.

P: Wasn’t that what Hitler did to his Deputy as well?

MD: Well, yes, and Malaysia has a lot of other similarities with Nazi Germany as well.

P: Oh? That’s interesting. Like what?

MD: They also have the ‘people’s car’.

P: You mean they build the Volkswagen in that country as well?

MD: Sort of, except it’s not called the Volkswagen. They call it the Proton.

P: What’s a Proton?

MD: Protons are spin-1/2 fermions and are composed of three quarks, making them baryons. The two up quarks and one down quark of the proton are held together by the strong force, mediated by gluons. Protons and neutrons are both nucleons, which may be bound by the nuclear force into atomic nuclei. The nucleus of the most common isotope of the hydrogen atom is a single proton……..

P: Hey, will you stop! I don’t want a lecture in physics. Why is the car called the Proton?

MD: Not sure, but it’s actually a Mitsubishi…..a very old and obsolete model that the Japanese sold to Malaysia for a lot of money. The Japanese actually ripped them off…..sort of like how we ripped the Japanese off by selling them all our old Mickey Mouses that we didn’t want anymore.

P: I see. So the Proton is actually a Mickey Mouse car then.

MD: I suppose you could put it that way. Malaysia also has the tallest building in the world.

P: I thought China has the tallest building in the world.

MD: Well, yeah, but Malaysia cheated.

P: How can you cheat? Either your building is the tallest in the world or it is not.

MD: Malaysia added a tall poll or antennae or something like that above the building and included that as part of the building when they measured it.

P: Devious people these Malaysians. We gotta watch them closely. They sound very slimy. Do you think Disneyland will be popular in Malaysia?

MD: I don’t see why not. Malaysians are already living in a fantasy world, so Disneyland should go down well with Malaysians.

P: You mean they have other theme parks there?

MD: No. Not that. It’s like this. Malaysians do not live in the real world. They live in a make-belief world. So I feel they would love Disneyland.

P: I don’t get you.

MD: Okay. Let me try to explain. Malaysia has this thing they call the New Economic Policy that allows about 1,000 Malays to become super-rich. Then they calculate the combined wealth of these 1,000 Malays and add it to whatever the rest of the 16 million Malays own, which is almost nothing, and announce that the 16 million Malays own 30% of the wealth of the nation.

P: God! They actually do that? How can they get away with something like that?

MD: Not sure, but it’s certainly very interesting. Do you know that the 16 million Malays actually riot on the streets, brandishing little curved knives shorter than our dicks, and threaten to slaughter the Chinese just to protect the wealth of the 1,000 super-rich Malays?

P: You can’t be serious! And what do the Chinese do? Do they take out their even longer Kungfu swords and fight back? Sounds like a Beirut down there.

MD: No. Actually it’s very peaceful in Malaysia. The Chinese just keep voting for a Malay government just so that these Malays keep their little curved knives in their pants.

P: You mean their dicks?

MD: No, their little curved knives. That’s where they keep them, in their pants.

P: Shit. These people sound more like Mickey Mouse than even Mickey Mouse himself.

MD: But there would be one problem though. Malaysia is a strict Muslim country and they arrest men and women who are not married who hold hands.

P: What’s that got to do with us?

MD: Well, we would have to make sure Mickey Mouse and Minnie Mouse do not walk around holding hands like they usually do. The government would arrest them and throw them in jail.

P: That’s it. I don’t think we should go to Malaysia. We have enough sex scandals in Disneyland Hong Kong as it is. Sheesh! What next? Superman has to wear his underwear on the inside and no longer on the outside? What a crap country. They make Disneyland look real compared to Malaysia.

This is so very true….

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

A post after 3 years

Bloody Hell
It's Stupid, It's been like 3 years since I wrote anything here, but I guess almost every blog written must have a few lazy writers now and then.
No one reads my blog
So why should I care?
But I have to write
What if I DIE Some DAY and everyone never knew how I really felt?
So I need to blog. They say nothing is private on a blog, but if you consider the number of blogs going around and the insignificance of mine,PLUS the fact that almost none of my friends don't know about this blog, then yes, I assume that it is, very private.
THIS BLOG IS INTENDED FOR PEOPLE WHO DON'T KNOW ME
Friends unfortunately, are unwelcome. So is family.
Not Here
There are deep reccesecs in my thoughts that I don't want other people finding out about.
If I wanted to have the whole world know about MY life, I'd become famous and then let the tabloids do all the filthy work.
BUT
I do want people I do not know to find out how I think.
AND
It's my little way of leaving my mark on the world, no matter how small and insignificant.

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Morning


I just woke up and now I'm getting ready to go back home, actually, I'm already ready and I'm waiting for my roomate to get ready. He's giving me a ride to the ferry later on, after breakfast. He's almost dont, so I'll make end this fast.


The night was uneventful, just deep, dreamless sleep, interrupted by the phone alarm. Got up, had a cigarrete, then went to take a bath. Later, I surfed the net, looking for pictures of the Ducati Monster, my dream bike. Amazing. But more later, now, it's breakfast.

2.34 am


Friday night. And I'm not going out.
Sad.
I'm really tired, got up early this morning for class then to meet my girlfriend. I'm just so tired right now. So, so tired.
In every way.
My body is tired, but not so much as my mind, it's been running every day, thoughts going through my head like bullets, tearing it apart. And then my brain heals again,
to be ripped to shreds.
again.
And again.

And again.
Can't sleep, I honestly don't know why. Hell, the problem's back again.
Need to get sleeping pills.
It used to be alcohol that got me to sleep, but since I stopped-
Forget it.
Life without drink is better.
Clearer.

I'll try to get some sleep.
Somehow.
I'll just see what I can do, for the time being. Have to travel back home tomorrow. I wish i didn't have to go back for the weekends. Unfotunately, certain circumstances prevent me from accomplishing this.
Fuck.

Too Tired for a Title

Black's too common. It's everywhere, the goths use it in their makeup, the punk rockers wear it in their underwear and then everyone else thinks it's cool. I have a few black shirts myself. Why black? Why not green? Purple? Brown? Yellow? I don't really know why. I'm just some tired idiot who needs a cigarette trying to pass his time.


White's too common. It's everywhere, the models use it in their makeup, the punk rockers wear it in their underwear and then everyone else thinks it's cool. I have a few white shirts myself. Why white? Why not green? Purple? Brown? Yellow? I don't really know why. I'm just some tired idiot who needs a cigarette trying to pass his time.

I need to find better things to do with my time.
Like cliff jumping.
At least cliff jumping's fun, and you won't really have to feel suckish and hurt at the end.

Just Splat.

But I don't really see any cliff jumping in my future. Don't really think I'll do it. Like I said, I'm just some asshole talking Fuck. Who needs a cigarette. Bad.

Oh yeah, almost forgot-Gotta introduce myself.
I'm tired. All the time. Always have bags under my eyes.
And the HEADACHES.
EVERY DAY.
But i learned to live with it.
Have been for months. Since I stopped the alcohol consumption. But I'm not gonna start again.
Never
in my life am i going through the hell i went through.
A love affair with the Devil.
No, it took too much effort to let it all go away.
Now, I'm a pretty relaxed guy. Everyone says that. The world could end and I'll still be sitting down on my chair with the words Don't Give A Fuck printed on my forehead. But I do get jealous. My girlfriend has so many guy friends even I can't keep track of them. And almost all of them want to Fuck her. La, at least I'm the only one doing that. I keep quiet, everytime she stops to say hi or talk to a guy friend, but if I don't know him, some small ALMOST insignificant voice inside is telling me to be jealous.
But I'm a calm guy. No action unless necessary. Think First. Do later.
Much, much, later.

Sometimes in life you'll meet people who'll make you want to shout at them and choke them.
I don't believe in shouting. At most, I'll raise my voice, but nothing more.
If I shout at them, all they'll hear is the volume. And if i choke them? Then how're they gonna explain to me whatever they need to explain?

Enough for now. Nicotine calls to me.
Smoke
Maybe another time. Get my nicotine fix before I put up another post. Unfortunately I'm always too spontaneous.
Need to change.
Another Time.