Monday, June 30, 2008

Hamidah Osman continues to make a fool out of herself

After making racists remarks a few days ago, she must have been on so much heat that even the excuses she's giving sounds pure idiotic, befitting her status of course.

Today she comes out and says she asked that question with a pure heart to prove to her "friends" that the slur is not true.

Well Hamidah, a lot of my friends has been telling me that you are a bitch and you were fathered by 24 bastards. I don't agree to that statement and could you please tell me it's not true ?



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The assemblymen had walked out because Sivakumar had barred Kubu Gajah assemblyman Datuk Seri Raja Ahmad Zainuddin Raja Omar from debating first as promised, she said.
“After we walked out, I received many responses from friends and observers who uttered that statement, saying it was true.
“That’s why I stood up the next day to bring it up. I didn’t agree with that statement and I wanted the speaker to agree with me,” she told reporters here on Monday.
The full context here

Saturday, June 28, 2008

Hamidah Osman proves she's Umno's BITCH!


This is the respect that an indian in the country gets from one of the dogs of UMNO.


Hamidah Osman, I have a few words for you. Your mother was in all probability was fucked by 24 men before and after she reached puberty. That's that only explanation as to why you are such a BITCH!



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......One by Hamidah Osman (BN-Sungai Rapat) particularly earned the wrath of the Pakatan Rakyat assemblymen when she asked whether Sivakumar “agreed to disagree” with the well-known fable of whether a snake or a man from a certain racial community should be killed first.


More here


Thursday, June 26, 2008

Freakin' RM50.00 for a sack of rice !



Went to do my shopping today and ...Oh my GOD! A 10kg sack of rice which used to cost RM25.00 about 4 months ago now costs freakin Rm 49.00. An increase of almost 100%.


Botox Boy strikes again!

Well well, Khir Toyo says that Selangor MB Khalid Ibrahim must take responsibility for the corruption charge against one of his aides. Hem...wasn't Toyo the MB when the whole country was crying over the fouls committed by the infamous Dato Zakaria ( famous for Istana Z) ? Did he take the responsibility for that?

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KHIR TOYO: Khalid should take responsibility for actions of special aide
Selangor Menteri Besar Tan Sri Abdul Khalid Ibrahim should take responsibility for the actions of his special officer, who solicited funds from private companies for Pakatan Rakyat’s 100-days celebrations.
Read more here

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

And we thought this only happens in movies...

Raped in a police lock-up by POLICE. I've always thought this only happens in movies but this is just too much to swallow! I say we need to hang this monters in public!

KUALA LUMPUR: A policeman was detained for allegedly forcing a 17-year-old girl to perform oral sex and raping her in a police station in Selangor recently. It was learnt that the policeman, in his 20s, had stopped the girl and her boyfriend, who were riding a motorcycle, while making his rounds about 5am on June 18.Upon questioning, the policeman, who was with a colleague, discovered that the girl's boyfriend did not possess a licence and the couple was taken to a police station for further questioning.

Read more here

Saturday, June 14, 2008

Suffer the children ... of some - By Azmi Sharom

Suffer the children ... of some
BRAVE NEW WORLDBy AZMI SHAROM
Originally appeared on the star

Without exotic foreign holidays, life will no longer be the same.

The sun was setting as the Proton Perdana crunched up the gravel driveway of the bungalow on Jalan Kia Peng. The man sitting in the back seat was oblivious to the gentle glow of dusk that bathed the large well-manicured gardens.
His heart felt heavy and his stomach was knotted.
He was going to break their hearts and there was no way out.
“We are here, sir.”
The voice of the driver shook him out of his deep thoughts. With a barely audible grunt of thanks, he stepped out and with leaden feet walked towards the door.
Before he reached it, the huge oak edifices swung open. A small woman in a blue uniform retrieved his suitcase and collected his shoes as he slipped them off. He hardly noticed her, either.
From within the house, there were sounds of a loud X Box game in progress and young children shouting. The man walked into the living room. Expensive Italian furniture was arranged around a 40-inch plasma TV, its sleek modernity a stark contrast to the gaudiness of the sofas and armchairs.
A boy and a girl were transfixed by the screen, watching monsters get beheaded. A woman lounged in an armchair, her diamonds glittering.
“Listen, everybody, I must speak to you,” said the man.
“Not now, Papa, we are reaching level five,” said the boy.
“No, now,” said the man.
The sombre tone of his voice cut through the shrill screams from the video game. The children and the woman looked to the man, their normal indifference suddenly replaced by unfamiliar concern.
Seating himself, the man leaned on his elbows and stared at the floor.
In a voice quivering with barely suppressed emotion, he started to speak.
“Darling, children, I am afraid we can’t go to Orlando Disneyland this year.”
“Where are we going then?” asked the girl. “England? Europe?”
“We can only go to somewhere in Asean.”
The gasps from the family just about drowned out the crack in his voice as he finished his sentence. Then the barrage of questions started. Why? What happened? How can this be?
As the voices rose to a crescendo, the man snapped, tears running down his face as he screamed, “The oil price has gone up and we can’t go on holidays around the world any more!”
“But, darling,” said the woman, “I already told the girls I would bring back for them oranges from Florida. How can I face them in Carcosa at our high tea tomorrow?”
“Papa, you promised Disneyland. I hate you! I hate you!” shrieked the boy as he stormed out of the room.
“Wait, boy!” he called out. “You must try to understand. The whole nation is suffering. We must make sacrifices. It is for the good of the country and for the future.”
But it was too late; the boy had already disappeared into his bedroom. Soon, the sound of heavy rap played at full volume could be heard.
“Oh, darling. Think about the children. How are they going to face their friends at the international school? Where are we going to go on holiday?”
The man wiped away his tears of frustration and held his head as he thought of what to say.
Suddenly, he looked up and with a smile bordering on the maniacal, he said: “What about Singapore? Or we can even go local. Let’s go to A Famosa in Malacca. It’s fun, they have a theme park and an animal and cowboy show. Malaysia Truly Asia! Heh heh heh ...”
His laugh petered out as the girl and the woman stared at him icily, slicing through his forced jollity.
For the longest while, nothing was said. Then the rap music abruptly stopped. The three looked up as the boy walked back to them.
“I understand sacrifice, Papa. And I think I have the solution,” he said.
The family stared at him, hope shining in their eyes. “We can all go to Hong Kong Disneyland!” he exclaimed excitedly.
The man broke down again and buried his face in his hands. Between his gasping sobs, he cried,
“Oh, my son, my poor, poor boy. Don’t you know? Hong Kong is not in Asean.”
“Arrrgghhh!” the boy screamed and ran back to his room, wailing, “I hate you! I hate my life! I want to die!”
The girl, unable to bear the pain any longer, stood up. She loomed over the broken shell that was her father and said, “I know we all have to suffer because of the oil price, Papa. But why do WE have to suffer SO MUCH?” Then she too stalked away.
The man stared into the middle distance.
His pain was almost too much to endure. The only sound in the room was the clinking of his wife’s diamonds as her bosom heaved with racking sobs.
It barely smothered the sound of his shattering heart, for without their exotic foreign holidays, life would never be the same again.

Friday, June 6, 2008

When do we start paying "real market price" for cars ?

That was the question posed by MalaysianInsider to Domestic Trade and Consumer Affairs Minister, Datuk Shahrir Abdul Samad. And the answer was ;





Q: Now that we're slowly moving towards paying "real" market prices for fuel, when can we expect to pay "real" market prices for cars?



Shahrir: Real market prices for cars ... that's very interesting. We'll certainly have to look at that because I think, as you well know, we have to operate under Afta (the Asean Free Trade Area is a trade agreement whereby all members of the Association of Southeast Asian Nations promise to support local manufacturing in the region) so certainly there are realities we have to confront and accept.

Read here

Been some time...

It's been some time since i blogged, bogged down with work is one of the reasons. Of course some of the recent events has made me turn to my filial friend Blogspot again...he he he...
Let's see what has happened recently ;
  • Petrol price has gone up to RM 2.70 per litre. That means an increase of RM200++ per month for me. Add the other indirect increases such as food, groceries and so on the likelyhood is I'm looking at close to RM300++ additional expenses a month. PM Badawi says the mantra again - change your lifestyle. I really am running out of "styles" to change now. Thinking of installing an NGV kit in my car.


  • Christiano Ronaldo is continuing is fine drama queen act by wooing Real Madrid. I'm a loyal fan of Manutd and I say sell the bugger for 100m pound if he's not loyal to the club anymore. And before doing that, put him in room with Wazza Rooney for a couple of hours so that Wazza can do some payback!


  • My close friend/colleague is contemplating taking over an overseas position. Bummer!


  • I'm in the midst of spending almost half year salary one something which might turn out to be completely wonderful OR a complete waste of money.
Hem.....