This puts Megan Fox down to number 3.

I think I'm in love.

With these pair of twins.

They say good things come in 2's.

And yes. There are 2 of em. And this multiplies the pretty-ness factor by 2. Lol

Song of the month, no doubt. (Although I initially wanted to put Mutemath's Spotlight music vid)



Drools......

Anyways, might as well put the Mutemath's vid lah. It's too awesome not to put up.




And this inspired Justin and friends for this.

Surrogates. It will never work.

So last Sunday, a few of us went to catch Surrogates.



Quite an interesting movie. Nice concept and good story but sadly not really executed well. The whole basis on this story is that in the future, mankind created this so called surrogates (robots) with the outer appearance of humans. You control them from your homes and you could be anybody. A younger you, a muscular you, a prettier you, heck, you could even be some hot chick when in fact your just some fat slob eating potato chips on the couch! (yes. its freaky to know the person you kiss turns out to be that. gross) Anyway, with surrogates, mankind have never been safer with no crime rates and accidents at all. (Humans at home, no crime) But then there's a murder where apparently both the surrogate and the owner died. Then the movie goes on about this cop who needs to solve this thing by being himself. Go catch the movie. It's interesting.

So yeah, thats the whole basis of the movie. But sadly, no matter how technologically advanced we may be, Malaysia and Sabah can never ever EVER have surrogates. Why?

1. Surrogates are operated at home using some wonderful device I don't know what. But I know they do need some form of internet connection. And knowing how wonderful our internet connection here in Malaysia is, I bet we'll have super smooth uninterrupted signal with our surrogates. Go streamyx.

2. Knowing how we asians adore the west, I bet at least half of us will opt for an ang moh surrogate. Blonde. Tall. The descriptions of an ang moh. It would be really weird seeing Malaysia with a sudden influx of ang mohs. LOL. And I don't think I'd be comfortable seeing an ang moh frying some char kuay teow in a hawker stall though he might be some lau ah pek at home. Just isn't the same

3. Another reason why it can't work here is because as Malaysians we love to eat. Out. With friends. With no occasion at all. With surrogates, no more yum cha, no more mamak. Sure, our surrogates can hang out and talk at the stalls but they can't friggin eat and drink! Whats the use in that! So only can tapau and eat at hope only. Which is super the depressing.

4. Like it or not, we Malaysians inherit the kiasu spirit from our near neighbors Singapore, and I bet all those kiasu people will find that one surrogate is not enough, or if they get one, they make sure that it is equipped with the latest upgrade. Just in case you know.

5. We love durians. And we need to pick the best ones. How on earth we gonna smell and know its the good one? Nuff said.

6. With surrogates, we can't tell from a local or an immigrant. *hint hint*. Pulau Gaya might be ang moh infested.

7. And lastly, surrogates needs to be charged in the charging thing. Which requires electricity, which requires a reliable service provider, which we don't have. Go SESB!

Surrogates. It will never work. Hahah. Got more reasons? drop em in the comments. :)

Facebook Pirate!

I made facebook talk pirate! HAHAHA

Give me 4 chords and I'll be a star.

This month's song of the month is pretty tough. Hmmm. Switchfoot? Nah, I'll leave that for November since their new album's out that month. Relient K? Nah, their album's out NEXT month. Hmmm. Go boyband or rock? I know, I shall give you 33 songs. Thats right. 33. Not 33.0 but 33 songs.

There's a new superhero in town and it's not super.

You know, with all the latest craze and movies being about fictional superheroes, i.e Superman, Dark Knight, Iron Man, The hulk, and all these movies brought in super mega ultra gabillion (its like gazillion and billions plus together) of cash, I think Malaysia should jump on the bandwagon and make their own. As in like real Hollywood standard. I'm not talking bout that crap movie Cicak Man.



It's like a total ripoff and totally unoriginal. So I was thinking something Malaysian, something that symbolizes that theme the Prime Minister is giving, the 1Malaysia concept thingy. And like yeah. The perfect superhero ever.

Durian man.

Loved by all. Not 'owned' by any race or culture. (So there's no dumb quarrels ever)

It's like the best idea. Ever.

So I was googling if any smart guy like me thought bout this. And there's one picture which kinda defines it but it still is pretty cool.



So Durian man has superpowers. And what superpowers you may ask? His super smell of course. Comes together with the Durian bombs he throws at enemies. And he'd have Durian armour. So sharp and green he'd blend into any forest. And grass.

And you know the stalk thing on the durian? Durian man would have a helmet made out of it. And the stalk is kinda like an antenna. Able to sense danger with Durians around in stalls his sensors.

And he'd so pwned all the ang moh superheroes, like all the Marvel+ DC superheroes combined. As far as I know, they all hate the smell. Durian man would win hands down. No fight. Confirm 1000%

If only Malaysian movie makers were smart. They'd make so much money. And if there is a movie coming out about it, I'm going to ask them to give me my share of the cash. You guys read it here first.

On the other hand, there's one superhero I wish Sabah had always. He or she doesnt have to fight baddies or save damsels or dudes in distress. And he or she needs to be electrostatic or electric supply ready. Then all the power cuts in Sabah will be history.

GO SESB MAN!





Obviously my photoshop editing sucks. hahaha

The woman cries before the wedding; the man afterward.

So last Saturday I was helping Aunty Lai Har for some wedding function going on at night at the Magellan Sutera Harbour Grand Ballroom. So yeah, went there like early in the morning at like almost 9. (Which is super early for me now due to the fact I wake up super late now. Haha) So yeah, went there, Debbie, Rebecca were there too, and yeah we had to cut stalks of flowers and more flowers and heck, there was one room specially catered to do the flowers part.

After finished cutting, I was asked to carry stuff to the grand ballroom. Salex. A new word i learnt. It's those branches sprayed with paint. Haha. Then got to place the flowers on each table in the ballroom. Then arranged the souvenirs stuff too. It was like a REAL grand wedding. Like seriously. Bollywood/Chinese/Western theme. They hired a dance troupe for the grand entrance. Light effects. The whole lot. Boy, the food was expensive too. Checked the menu. Haha. Sat on the chairs in the bridegroom's table before them. Ha!

So yeah, we were talking how much it would cost to get a wedding these days. And believe me, I got depressed. Haha. The flower centrepiece thing on the main table itself costs RM1K. 1K. How lah like this in the future. And being a guy, you are expected to like foot the bill. Haha. As guys we are doomed. Now got the global economic crisis thing again. Sigh. Haha. Why do weddings have to cost so expensive?
SO, either I stay single. Or I rob a bank. Or. I could just start a revolution by getting married on Skype. HAHA. Everyone I invite would teleconference and have the webcam chat thingy going on. I shall get married somehow. Because it's so great to find that one special person you want to annoy for the rest of your life.
(By the way, that wedding like cost 160K at least)

Speaking on weddings and all. I think I'm gonna propose to my future girlfriend by skydiving. We both skydive. I have the parachute lever for both me and her. She doesn't say yes. I don't pull. It's a win win situation. She gets her life. I get the girl. How cool is that?

I shall try pull of something like this.

M.U.M.S

I think there's some conspiracy going on with everyone's mums. I've noticed all mums say the same thing, scold the same phrases, do the same actions, give out punishments like other mums, and this is scary.

I believe that they go to some school or college of higher institution on how to learn to be a mum. And the principal would be the mothers of all mothers. BIG MOMMA.

And they call themselves mums because I think it stands for Mothers Under Momma Surveillance.

They have headquarters in the good ol' USA. (Everything happens there am I right? Disasters, Wars, Superheroes, it's all in the movies) And every mum will learn how to hide their phone/wallet/lipstick/whatever junk so deep in their super humongous God-knows-what-they-need-such-a-big-handbag-for that whenever the kids are asked to find it, they can't. And in the end, the mums just reach in once in their bag and amazingly pulled out their things they want just like a magician pulls out a rabbit in a hat.

And I think that when mums go out for some ladies lunch or some fellowship thing, they are actually in some covert operation on how to cook spaghetti well with some secret ingredients. And then they will be given some special detergent that they use to wash clothes that removes any stain while when we the kids wash our stuff, we never seem to get it super clean.

So, I need to get to the bottom of this mess. I need someone to get married, have kids and get enrolled into the mums college to expose this biggest fraud of the century. Other than that, I'm beginning to think what the dads do. Hmmm.

This is a random post. HAHA!