Sungmas

I Got Cash

by the Brooklyn Funk Essentials

I got cash in fuck you quantities
Know what?
That makes you uncomfortable?
Fuck you and the Range Rover you drove in on

Fuck your Saab convertable
And fuck your twice weekly trips to the analyst
Stupid mutha fuck

Fuck the Hamptons
The fly infested south of France
I'm paid asshole,
I got more cash than God can count
so why don't you just.... die?

Choke to death on your damn designer bagel from Balducci's
Low cholesterol, naturally

Fuck your big ol' Sunday New York Times
Fuck the Wall Street Journal
And News Week
And the lot
Including Nation, Village Voice, Guardian and the rest
Stupid set of priviliged mutha fuckers
Think its fashionable to have an alternative view

An alternative view

And fuck, if you can
Your pencil thin, Evian drinking, calorie counting, caffiene limiting, sodium sparing, nutrasweet sweetening, read view mirror preening, carrot nibbling bunny

Go drown in a lake of Diet Coke, fucker

I got cash, what else matters?

I got cash

Slave

Fuck your fencing and screw your squash,
Piss on your Paulo and your Pavarotti,
Fuck all that shit you call music and pretend to enjoy

I got cash,
Mega cash,
I'm happy with that,
Oh go and sit on your ski rug,
Money talks you little pussy,

You let your politically correct pals know,
That i think you're a dick also,
You dirty asshole

And your idea of multiculturalism
Japanese resturant on Monday,
Indian on tuesday,
And on Wednesday, Caribbean,
Not too spicy please

Well
I got stash on stash and it ain't novo cash.
Moneys in my family for generations,
My great great great grandfather made the bag,
Selling European slaves in Africa

I got cash mutha fuckah,
And you can't tell whether or not I'm joking, can you?
Dumb fuck.

give them a go. wont regret em.

BBPA

Not drunk is he who from the floor
Can rise again and still drink more,
But drunk is he who prostate lies,
Without the power to drink or rise.

The English Pub- A History

kurva

call it ignorance. call it stupidity. call it arrogance. call it what ever you want but if you are having trouble, just do a mix match of the above and add the relevant.

try calling an ol friend, thousand miles away, in seek of refuge and motivation from work and horrible weather. And after having 'listening' to this person bitch about tom,dick and harry (the person is bitcher) and i think we went back to tom for abit after that, turns the conversation to me.
how delighted to get my saying in an international call i was footing right?

well, with the usual bla bla about work and school, the person turns round with the response of, and i quote:
` why you doing all this? i mean you`re only a chef right? it should be easy no? you just cook. why all these classes and dissertation? '

fuck me, chefs around the world just cook dont they? easy job. why learn the likes of food safety, human resources, accounting, legislation, trends, int. gastronomy, etc..?? i mean, even an obvious 'intelect' whom bitches about life in malaysia can point out that it has no relevance what so ever.

oh god fathers, why do i even bother keeping in touch with people whom have successfully demotivate me further in my struggles. why fuck you very much. you`re so kind.

the next time i want to waste time, ill stand by the window and wait for the daffys to sprout out.

Derma

FUCKING HALLMARK!

cherry

some thing i stumbled upon recently, something that happened once upon a time. yes i do miss the jegom (junior environmental group of malaysia) days.

nyet

digestive

Happy New Years Sweethearts

Hope 2008 brings more love and peace for all
As we blanket over the shit of 2007
Bo Selecta Lads

estd 1759

the geeza and 32ct counterparts would like to wish all a merry and jolly Christmas.

May you stuff yourself with turkey and its trimmings, and wash it all down with mulled wine and eggnog. Over indulge on pressies and carols.
pictures will be added once the geeza stops `sante-ing`.
bo selecta

Magic

Checked out the Bunker Bar just off Covent Garden last night, after being recommended by Isk. Its a nice chill out place to enjoy a few pints/glasses before a nite out. Place wasnt packed and it was layed out on the likes of a beer hall with wooden tables and benches to go Skoll on.

They make their own lager in their microbreweries which you can see to the back of the hall, having three flavourful Freedom biers to choose from amongst other european bottled beers. Full of flavour and smooth the beers, wish i could say the same about the food. Service staff a bit slack too.

Oh well a decent place to head back to.

P.s. dont ask for a pint of Guinness here. Its impolite.(from experience)


On another note, i just watched Top Gun again for the ive-lost-count time, and i cant stop being amazed and glued to it. God, as corny as it sounds, wouldnt it be nice to pick up a hot lass at the bar by serenading the Righteous Bros` You`ve lost that loving feeling`?

On another nother note, damn nikki for introducing me to Placebo. On repeat is Pierrot the Clown. Damn you woman. Damn

Puzo

ah a december post, finally. we`re getting nearer to christmas and everyone seems to be all jolly at work.(referring to xmas carols blasting on the kitchen radio) where else moi cant be shiot(as usual) to do anything. i just blame the miserable weather which just makes you so screwed up, u end up holed up in the comfort of 32ct for the whole weekend.

Was never really much of a `gig going` person in the past. Something about the word `gig` which makes me think its gonna be loud trashy music, with the only ones on a `high` are the `musicians` playing. For some odd reason, i relieved my stereotype self some time back to check out the London Gig hosted by the kids at Imperial College.

The music at first was trashy, which made me seek refuge in watered down cheep booze, but after awhile the music became more acceptable. (except the geeza who played the OC Hallelujah song twice in a 10 odd minute set). Everyone was rooting for Rendra who it seems, performs in KL and has a following in London.

sarah,joe,nani

Then after a double shift on thursday and friday, it was off to turnmills in farringdon to join the boys for some intense beats being spinned. To be honest, not really down with the whole garage/house scene as have always been an oblivious rnb goer. but im getting there man im getting there. This place is massive with 3 rooms playing and it was a matter of `cucuk langits` till 6am, with a really good line up(i was told). tho after awhile i realised the ratio of guys to girls was really really reallly bad. and doing this after a double shift so freaking had its toll on em old legs on saturday.
Oh well, anyone up for xmas party part 2 this friday heh?
the crowd goes bo` selecta...............

picture taken from nyet

perrier

Been occupying myself with movies in recent times. I find it awfully therapeutic, to switch off and be part of the various characters, scenarios and locations seems awfully appealing at the moment. Its either that, or its an easy excuse not to get down and dirty with the growing workload of a student.

Watched Wes Anderson`s The Darjeeling Limited some days backand am still trying to figure out if i enjoyed it. Yes i think i did enjoy the Royal Tenenbaums back then, yet i find myself on a half/half on this movie. It was colourful, funny, yet with meaning and substance inter-laced. (just a matter if you got it). Yes, this was definitely an arty farty movie, if you catch my drift. *pooot*

American Gangster was wicked(my man, my man) but im looking forward to the french movie coming out in mid december about a lovey dovey menage trois relationship with characters falling into duets throughout the movie. Something like Huit Femme(8 Females) i suppose.

Being a movie buff at this precise moment, makes me wonder. With the Oscars coming in February, we should nominate really good and enchanting actresses whom have caught our hearts in the many scenes and roles played so far. The `Airport` scene was heartfelt, the `Numb` scene was played flawlessly, captivating viewers through words and emotions, where else the sincerity of character in the `Serious Talk` scene was just mind boggling. Put your hands up ladies and gentlemen...........