Tuesday 23 November 2010

Morphing

I remember when I had my first pimple. I realised that hormonal change is happening and manhood is knocking on my door. There are many events where it serves as an indicator that change is happening. Whether it is good or bad, only the future can tell.
When I first heard that Air Supply will be making a stop in Kuantan for their World Tour, I got that ‘first pimple’ feeling again. Why Kuantan? It‘s a fishing village!!!!!! Heavens!!!! Not a city with blinding lights, vibrant lifestyle and a centre for trend setting.
Air Supply might be at the sunset of their métier. Nevertheless, they command a large fan base, produced great pieces and many lovebirds shared great moments listening to their music. 
Something is happening to Kuantan.




And Michael Learns To Rock is rumoured to make an appearance in April 2011.






Saturday 13 November 2010

Kahlil Gibran said...........


"Your daily life is your temple and your religion. When you enter into it take with you your all"

Kahlil Gibran









Wednesday 10 November 2010

A Singular Case of Mutton Dressed as Lamb

A Singular Case of Mutton Dressed as Lamb
Ever noticed people who drives a Ferrari? They are either partially bald, grey haired or one with a back ache who soaks his denture in a glass of water before going to bed. Before disagree, yes, I admit there are some young chaps that go around town in one. The question is; HOW MANY?



Let us envisage owning a Ferrari, driving around dressed in fine tailored suit and a passenger that is silicone formed with legs that stretches as long as the North-South Motorway with intent to attract loads of attention. Upon reaching our destination, we’ll descend from the Ferrari in a very formulaic manner. That is;
  1. Very slowly
  2. Turning around slowly to face the crowd or on lookers.
  3. Putting on a A STERN LOOKING FACE while shutting the door.

Now, based on that envisage, answer this; 
  1. Did you envy people buying shampoo and those that are able to visit hair salons?
  2. Had you taken Nurofen to mask those aching back after driving about in them sports suspension?
  3. Had documents pertaining to your death wishes prepared at Rockwills.
There you go. You did picture yourself young, owning a lush mane, pearly white set of choppers, well dressed, flashing them Swiss made Hublot about, top echelon of some big time conglomerate, flourishing bank account, socko in the share market and could endure a hardcore party all night long.
Sadly, the majority of Ferrari owners are people from the ‘age challenged’ pool. At some point in life, they decide to have something called ‘Mid-Life Crisis’ and then splash a fortune on one of them Prancing Horses, only to find out that their backs can’t take the stiff suspension settings, their heart can’t take sub-five seconds car and suddenly realise that their reaction time has slowed so much to the point where they miss junctions on an alarming rate.
Still, they are proud owners of fine tuned vehicle from the Ferrari stable, walking around town feeling mighty biggity. But they forget, it is the car that is attractive and not them as owners. They have made the Ferrari an OAP flagship.




I must say, a Ferrari is not my cup of tea. No. By being an owner of one, I have become a liar. A liar to myself. I deny the fact that I am old. I can’t accept that I’m on a journey towards senile territory. I own a Ferrari to lie to my self telling me I am still young. I think I am young but I’m not. The Ferrari will make me think I look young, but I am not.



It is like a woman who puts on make up. Those that are not so beautiful, they become acceptable looking, while those who are beautiful they morph into something phenomenal. A minger however needs multiple plastic surgery. 
Hence, driving a Ferrari doesn’t make you young. 
This is not a story about ‘The Fox and the Sour Grape” but of
“Mutton Dressed as Lamb”

Friday 5 November 2010

The Neighing Horse



The very purpose of a question is to clarify an unknown. 
What is your name? Would mean, I do not know your name. Can you tell me, please.
Where do babies comes from? A cheeky stork, dear. 

A wife to her slippery husband, “What happened at the massage parlour?” A question based on assumption. 


While travelling, most parents would get pissed with questions such as this, “Are we there yet?” 
The reason for being pissed is because everyone is still strapped in a moving vehicle and the answer is obvious.




Should I state my irritation towards restatement of my answers?

Hence, MY YAY IS A YAY AND MY NAY IS A NAY.

Thursday 4 November 2010