Awarded Again

Hey I’m back. Ok nothing much to shout about but this means I‘ve regained my strength, which is great. Looking back prior to the week the virus struck, it took everyone in the house down and I thought I was spared since I was the last one ‘standing’. Obviously it wasn’t to be, as I was struck the hardest and got me totally floored. It was so bad watching porn was only half the usual fun.

So anyway I’ve been able to get up since last week but only now I get to sit and write. A lot of shit been happening lately on domestic front and although I feel quite tempted to tell the world what a wanker my only brother has been lately, my conscience is clearly against it. So brother, you’re spared for now.

Lets see now. I’ve been gone for long there should be heck a lot of stuff to write about right? apparently not. I can always touch on all the crap that took place last week; the corrupted ACA, football corruption and of course, the best of the crap…I mean, crop- a YB who gropes.

Buuut…nahh. I’m sure its all been said by friends from the new media. In fact, I think I’ll avoid from writing on any serious stuff for time being and focus on salvaging the fun that’s been missing in my soul; drooling over some of my favorite smut sites.

Oh, and one more thing. While I was gone, one of my blogging sisters, the ever-so-sweet MaryKate generously awarded Let’s Go Land with not one, not three but two blogging awards. It’s a real honour to be the recipient of such wonderful awards. Only that, unlike the Datukship, this award does not give me the right to molest anyone and get away with it. Nonetheless, I’m flattered and will get them pasted on the sidebar of this blogsite.

Ok I better go for now.

The Awards. One's rather girlish but hey, it's the thought that counts.

Rancangan Tergendala Sebentar

Salam sejahtera kepada semua. Bahawasanya dimaklumkan disini saya, yang berpegangkan nama samaran Kerp sedang mengalami demam yang begitu dasyat sekali dan kini sedang mengambil kursus antibiotics selama 3 hari kerana itulah kursus yang paling pendek sekali.

Siaran akan dsambung seperti sedia kala jika apa yang dijanjikan ibu saya benar belaka, bahawa antibiotics akan menyembuhkan demam ini.

Diharapkan disini supaya rakan-rakan bloggers termasuk Muhammad Taib dan Ali Rustam tidak menantikan komen dari saya buat sementara waktu ini sehingga antibiotics melegakan badan saya yang panas bak Bak kut teh ini.

Saya akan kembali menyundal ke blog rakan-rakan semua bila kederat kembali menusuk setiap inci tubuh saya.

Sekian, sehingga bertemu kembali, terima kasih.

If You Cant Beat 'em, Beat Off.

Ahh…the good Ol’ Sunday. Its that time of the week again when everyone gets to laze around the house wearing nothing and to just chill out, finger-tapping to the vigorous bhangra beat coming from your neighbor’s house above while sniffing the scent of curry from another one next door.

Oh, and I doubt there’s any better ways than to start the day by telling a chief minister to go and suck a pig’s ass. Ok this is not exactly a new issue as everyone has said their piece way before me but still its very relevant to tell him to suck pig’s ass. Because its Sunday.

Its not really about the pig issue, which was a non-issue in the first place. Its more about that guy who has some issue with everything that does not suit his fancy.

Here’s the thing. It is great to see this fella jumping on the blogging bandwagon and started his own. As expected he went on to write about his views on the current local political scene and as everyone may have seen it coming, taking a cheap shot at his political foes is to be anticipated. Nothing wrong there.

Initially, feedbacks were welcomed and all the blabla shit. I think he got the shock of his life to find that 95% of his readers strongly disagreed with his views. I guess being someone who are so used to listen to his own crap, the next best thing to do is to disable the comment box and deprive everyone from giving their two sens worth.

Maybe that’s how some bosses work, I don’t know.

While this fella’s stuck at his old habit like a clogged drain, another blogger who formerly works as a Menteri Besar, in my humblest opinion, has in a way started to re-gain some respects from the people by taking all the shits thrown at his direction like a real gentleman.

Firstly, he accepted the recent defeat graciously. Then, witnessing how the new media played a major role in planning his downfall, he decided to be part of the primates and through his own blogsite, he is now open to any kinds of criticism; be it constructive ones or simply all the abusive words one can find in porno mags. He took it all in his stride. Not enough with that, he was quite calm at taking the swipe from his own party members directly during one of the political forums the other day. I think if God has some plans of re-installing him back into the hot seat, he may, just may be, getting it right this time around.

Maybe he’s learned his lesson and humbled now by the way he addresses all commenter as Rakan-rakan Bloggers. Humbled now that grouses concerning the people can clearly be seen from across the floor.

Just like the bhangra, one doesn’t need to be a fan to dance to its lively drumming beat.

Update; Ken leeee...tulibu diboo douchoo...ken leeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...ken lee meju moreee.....kahkahh...stupid Bulgarian.

I'm In The Mood For Love

Here’s a quickie. Woke up this morning and suddenly the sickness all gone. Well, not completely but I felt so up and about. With clear blue sky and all things nice, the mood suddenly turns to love and roses. No, I didn’t turn gay and stuff, I just feel great and this being Friday its just getting better and better…fucking yay!

Have a nice weekend, losers!

Liputan Sukan

Ok back. I realised that my breaks are usually shorter than I take to post new entries. I thought I’d take longer the last time out but since i’m ok now, I should just move on. There’s always the new season to look forward to after all. The only thing that pains me deeply is the fact that its only April and Arsenal are already out of any contention to savor a cup. Yeah, its so Ouch, man…freaking Ouch!

Moving along swiftly then.

Me and some of the wheelchair lads were involved in a sukaneka OKU over the weekend (dis)organised by Majlis Perbandaran Petaling Jaya (MPPJ). Hold on, or was it MBPJ? I thought they have been upgraded to city status or something like that. Ok whatever. Whatever their status is now, they’re still the same old stupid shit.

The event was held over a 3-day period which kicked off on Friday. I was only made known of the sports carnival a week back because for some reason, my name was registered to take part in chess event representing Perwira K9. I mean, those guys must be nuts to have put me in this game. The last time I played competitively was more than a decade ago. But hey, I came out triumphant or I wouldn’t be writing this at all.

Yes, I’m a genius, I know.

Moving along again now.

The organiser- MPPJ/MBPJ. They screwed badly as if they were willingly presented me with something that I can bitch about. Here goes then.

Most games kicked off at least 2 hours later than originally scheduled. Fixtures all mixed up. They lacked the necessary transport to take us from one venue to another. And no disrespect to anyone but the meals provided were worse off than hobos gets to enjoy their daily fix supplied by NGOs.

Even the final event, the prize presentation did not go without a major glitch. All winners had to wait for 3 hours to receive their respective medals. And it was just a freakin’ cheap, plastic medal. Real pundek la.

So anyway, not all things shitty. All Perwira members were handed a certificate and 30 bucks allowance. That’s why I like a lot about this support group. They care.

Thanks to PK9's good people up there, I am now RM180 richer.

My Heart, Speared

Not in the right frame of mind to write. Broken hearted and totally distraught. Gotta take a short break. In the mean time, a musical intermission would be a perfect filler, filling in the temporary emptiness nicely.

Enjoy this lovely piece. It may not be that appropriate to describe how I feel right this very moment but I really like her a lot. Yea so I’m a sissy and all the teeny-bopper poofy shits. Fuck it just give it to me man, give it to meeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

Ignore them twats, Britney, I'm with you. Just take it away and strut your stuff, baby.

RM150

Not going to blame on the weather but right this moment I’m feeling a little bit under one. In fact, when I woke up yesterday morning I’ve already felt like something wasn’t right with me, with body aching all over. Since then, still I managed to keep it to myself because If mom knew, I’d be in trouble for she’ll force me on gulping down all the pills available under the sun.

Cant afford to fall sick right now. I mean, first and foremost, its weekend for goodness sake! To be in bed on Saturday would be unthinkable. Its like dining out with your girlfriend while there’s a live game on tele involving Arsenal.

So anyway, yeah, got some shits to do tomorrow which I sense is going to be a long day. Good thing the morning event will take place just a stone’s throw away. That said, even if I purge in my pants I could just wheel home without letting the whole universe know I’ve literally got some shit right under me and would save some great deal of embarrassment in the process.

That reminds me not to bring a lot of cash because crips on wheelchair are as good as sitting ducks for baddies. For some reason assholes have this weird impression of me; A millionaire.

What the hell, man?

Well ok, I can say I’m richer now but not rich, as in Patrick Lim’s kind of rich, rich. I received some payment that I earned from collecting and mailing letters last month so I guess I’m richer, by 150 freakin’ bucks.

Incidentally, I have a dinner appointment tomorrow at The Curve and one of the flea market operators have this one item I’ve been eyeing for months now. I think after the meal, when the bill comes either I put on a straight face or pretend to dig deep into the pouch while hoping others to settle everything before I could even reach for the RM150.

And with the RM150 still with me, I’d get closer to owning the gas-mask. This item is necessary because you never know how it may come in handy one day.

I could put it on to prevent flatus gasses from sneaking directly into my nostril when purging, to hide my sickly facial expression from my mom or simply save myself from putting a straight, cheapskate face.