Wednesday, June 29, 2011


I have always been a little embarrassed that I could read and write better in English than I could in my own mother tongue. It had not always been so: I could only read English well only when I was eleven years old (thanks to my sister). Before that, I read exclusively in Malay and mastered all kinds of simpulan bahasa. I could even recite syair correctly.

So here is my attempt to write in my mother tongue.

The content are fictional accounts derived from my imagination or from stories I heard at my father's knee. And yes, he is good at telling some rip-roaring tales.

So please. Do come and visit. And tell me what you think.

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Doc Horror

If this is an animation series, I would watch it religiously. But since it's a computer game ... *shrug*

Also, this is why you should google your surgeon first before going under the knife.

Midweek sh*t and giggles

Under cut for NSFW stuff.

Monday, June 27, 2011

Swing it!

For those who enjoy steampunk novels, here is the genre that would be the perfect soundtrack to your reading pleasure. Caravan Palace is a marvelous example of the melange that is electro swing. Big band sensibilities with electronica edginess, this genre is whimsical and magical with an underlying darkness like hidden teeth.

*is swinging away to the beat*

Friday, June 24, 2011

Groovy, baby!

Gettin' your groove on, owl style.

Unsafe for work cat sentiments below cut for moar lulz.

Wednesday, June 22, 2011


So pretty ... *swoons*

What you would love to say about douchebag colleagues.

There are some things that even Freddy Krueger wouldn't touch.
Be afraid, Fido. Be very afraid.

Arachnophobia. It gets to us all.

When you are made of awesome.

 Happy belated Father's Day?

Male pregnancy is now more than just fanfiction.

Somehow, I prefer the Sheryl Crow cover version better.

Moar under cut ... (NSFW stuff)

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Relationship manifesto

(Un)healthy relationships ... if you are in one or are looking for one, this is the song for you.

I give you the delightful Emily Haines and DJ Tiesto. Lyrics can be found here.

Monday, June 20, 2011

Monday, Monday ...

Ah, weekend... Why are you so short?

Maybe cat macros will reduce the pain.

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Ah, l'amour ...

I have a fondness for Malay songs that were produced in the 70's and 80's; I think the melody and lyrics resonate with the closeted romantic in me.

Noor Kumalasari was a model, actress and singer in her heydays. She was well-known for her stylish attire that complements her tall and willowy figure. As an actress, she specialised in tearjerker films like Tiada Esok Bagimu, Abang, Matinya Seorang Patriot and  Esok Untuk Siapa. I loved her in the movie Rahsia, where she played a grieving mother haunted by the ghost of her child. It was one of the scariest movies I've ever seen.

She had produced around three albums and one greatest hits album. Noor didn't restrict herself to a single genre, singing romantic and even comedy songs. Her voice is distinctive and is capable of decent range; but to me, her greatest strength as a singer is the sincerity of emotions that she can convey. It breathes life into her songs; plucking your heartstrings with emotions or making you laugh out loud. 

It was reported that she is now content to stay out of the limelight to devote herself to God and her family. Bless her for having shared her talents with us.

A lolcat life

I love animal macros (I think you can tell by now). Let me use some of them illustrate what I think other people see when they look at me.

This is the reason why I make a lousy photographer (and investigator too).

This happens a lot to me too.

I do this a lot to my niece (and vice versa)

This could substitute as one my school photos.

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Moar better living through chemistry - midweek sh*ts and giggles

Because I am lazy to think and I thought these are LOL-worthy.

Before Botox, one is dependent on either susuk or Dorian Gray's (if you're in the West) portraiture in the effort to retain youthfulness.

It's all about the joy juice (and I'm not talking about Kickapoo here, mind).

Weed: making housewives happy had never been so easy.

Don't take it lying down, girl!

When I saw this picture:

I thought of this song:

which was featured in the Quentin Tarantino movie, Death Proof. I love April March's music style; I was surprised that she's actually a contemporary artist and not one from the swinging 60's.

For those ladies who want to warn their man who has a wandering eye (and other body parts) tendency, send him this song.


Lyrics under cut.

Monday, June 13, 2011

Things that make you go hmmm ...

There has been some furor over the Obedient Wives Club (sorry, no link to club, only reports) establishment. The main goal of the club, which many find offensive, is the idea that a wife should be a high-class hooker for her husband in bed in order for him to be happy and not leave them.

I suppose those ladies wants a return to the subservient Derma Taksiah who washed her husband's feet when he returned home and dried said appendage with her long and luxuriant hair. These are educated women, mind you. They have travelled and seen the world, yet they still hold such views.

Frankly, I thought the idea of the club should be offensive to men; bringing them down to the level of slobbering animals who care for nothing else but sex from their wives.

Although the club members avow that their point is about giving sexual satisfaction to their husbands will keep their marriage happy, it still smacks of a transaction between a hooker and a john. Lust without emotion. I give you something you want, you stay faithful to me. Quid pro quo. So why is it in this context, it appears as though a husband and wife cannot enjoy each other sexually in a mutually satisfying partnership without the need to lower one partner to the level of a sex worker?

The thing is, the Prophet Muhammad (Peace be upon him) did mention on the importance of sex in a relationship. That a wife is deserving of physical and spiritual succor. That it is the duty of the husband to give her satisfaction. But he also stressed on other factors that is vital for a relationship to work as well.

The marriage solemnisation in Islam has no mention of obedience; unlike the traditional Christian wedding vows. So I don't understand where did this idea of obedience and subservience to your husband comes from. The longest and most fulfilling marriage of Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) was his first one with Siti Khadijah. She was older than him and was his boss to boot before they got hitched (she proposed to him, mind you.). He was monogamous with her and mourned her loss; it was some time after she passed away before he agreed to take another wife. He spoke of her fondly that some of his other wives were a little jealous of a dead woman.

Would an older woman likely to be subservient to her husband? I think not. An older woman would, however, likely to be a proper helpmeet and partner who will cherish her husband within the bedroom as well as without. It would appear that the secret of the success of their relationship did not hinge on whether Siti Khadijah knows the kama sutra, but rather because she was conversant with the Al-Quran.

I would like to think that men want a partner who is also a friend with whom they can converse; that they care for a smart woman who will raise their children well, and that they want someone who will cherish them even when the pole can no longer raise the flag.
But then again, perhaps I am just a hopeless romantic.

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Saying it ...

... with fans?

Apparently, Georgian flirtation is a lot more subtle than we believe.

Ah, the fickleness of young love ...

(Stolen from Two Nerdy History Girls)

Friday, June 10, 2011

Looking into a mirror ...

... and despising what you see?

There is a possibility that you feel that way because your reflection isn't  like the ideal that looks down at you from the billboard. You're not fair enough, your hair isn't straight/curly/thick enough, your flabby gut is laughably far away from the six-pack ideal, your boobs too small/big and so on and so forth.

But the truth is, even the models don't look like themselves. Cindy Crawford, the it girl of the nineties, was quoted to say, "I wish I looked like Cindy Crawford." She cheerfully acknowledgeD that her pictures were airbrushed to make her skin pore-less, her legs longer, her waist slimmer etc etc etc. All the pictures of celebrities and advertisement these days are photoshopped within an inch of its life. So if you are looking at those images for what is an ideal appearance, forget it. It is all LIES! LIES! LIES!

It is about time that we love ourselves for what we really are. Tall, short, thin, fat, flat, curvaceous, dark-skinned, light-skinned; those doesn't matter as much as the kindness in your heart and the love you extend to others.
I think the provision in Islam (and many other religions) to dress modestly is sound. When you dress in a way that does not emphasise on your appearance, you take your looks out of the equation. Then you will be judged not on how you look; but rather on your personality and abilities. Isn't that liberating? No more worrying about shaving your legs, or whether you have cankles or that you are bloated because your period is around the corner and you have muffin-top.

Unless of course, you are facing an idiot who firmly believes that covering your hair means you support terrorism.


Stolen from here.

Transcript for darling Seorang Blogger from Natalie.

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Destroying your childhood ...

... one superhero at a time.

Under cut for NSFW images. If you wish your childhood memories of Batman, Spiderman etc to remain inviolate, DO NOT CLICK. You have been warned.

Creative, but ...

... decapitating yourself using the tractor loader possibly isn't how Caterpillar envisioned the use of their machinery.

Oh boy.

Monday, June 6, 2011

Traditions versus Islamic practices

I love how this guy articulate an issue that is plaguing many Muslims, especially in the current global sociopolitical climate.

ETA: Transcript of video under cut for Seorang Blogger.

Sunday, June 5, 2011

All it takes to survive bad fortune is decent manners ...

... but good fortune, that takes character.

I have never done a movie reaction before (did quite a few of episode reactions on my livejournal) but I'm moved to do it for this movie. It is a reaction, not a review because at 4 o'clock in the morning, the little grey cells are sluggish. Not to mention that I have zero clue about writing reviews.

Don't we all aspire to be functioning adults?

It is an interesting movie; but not one you should watch with children in the vicinity. Basically, it is about an adult movie actress making a transition to life after pornography.

The movie starts out from the perspective of Burt Rodriguez, a sex blogger for the Latin America, who feels strongly about how the post-modern aesthetics of  pornography, with particular focus on the work by Elektr Luxx, are cheapened and unappreciated. He strived with his website for the work of Elektra to be appreciated as an art form and was unhappy by the skanky guys who left crude comments on his blog.

You could say that Burt was just another guy living with his Mum who blogs pseudo-intellectually about his obsession with a porn star. Well, I suppose he went a little farther; most guys would just fap. Just ask a normal heterosexual guy what he thinks of Sasha Grey and watch their eyes glaze over.

Anyway, I love the juxtaposition of humour with deeper thinky stuff and I didn't just watch it for the delicious Mr. Olyphant ...

So pretty ... *dreamy*

... or the ever so adorable Mr Gordon-Levitt.

*licks screen discreetly*

Trixie, a girl desperate for Burt's attention, made test shots of herself in order to get his attention. It is kind of sweet and sad at the same time that she felt the need to put herself up like an internet pinup in order for him to really see her. How many times have we heard of women who complain that their significant other kept comparing them to unattainable supermodels and actresses? How many times have we complained that people have unrealistic expectations of how we should look, thanks to the media?

My favourite line: "I want to swallow you whole and spit out bones," which Trixie gently whispered to Burt, stroking his hair lovingly as he slept on her lap.

Oh, and the thing between Holly and Bambi? Sweet and hilarious and just ... I think I get why guys are big on the girl-on-girl thing. *grin*

Oh hai, Traci Dinwiddie. Always nice to see Supernatural guest stars in other stuff. And oh hai, Adrianne Palicki, Sam's roasted girlfriend.


I think the central issue the movie dealt with is about how women are perceived by the society, thanks to the media. The objectification of women is not just the fault of women who choose to trade on their looks to build their assets (no matter what industry), but also we as a society for expecting it, enjoying its titillation and yet turning our noses up at it.

I don't know where it came from that a woman can only be either a Madonna (not the music icon) or a whore; but I think it is time that we accept women are PEOPLE who make mistakes and are multi-dimensional and that WE MUST NOT JUDGE, lest we be judged.

After all, we all live in glass houses; who can afford to throw the first stone?

(post title is from a line in the movie)

Saturday, June 4, 2011

Friday, June 3, 2011

Celebrating the upcoming weekend ...

... with foul-mouthed animals macros. Let the RRRRRAAAAAAAGGGGGGEEEEEE begins!

Under cut for NSFW sentiments.

Wednesday, June 1, 2011