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seriously, these are the people that invaded us and killed 50,000 chinese males?



i can hear the samurai and ninjas rolling...

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I'm done mourning for MJ, but now I'll mourn for Singaporeans and our creativity (or the lack of it, more like). We have no hope. I'll prove it.

In the first video, you will see the stunning FIRST audition of a man called Danyl Johnson, who gets a standing ovation from Simon once he's done. He's also told it's "single handedly the best first audition [Simon] has ever seen". And this guy really is FANTASTIC. Then in the second video I'll show you one of our very own auditions for Singapore Idol.

The third video is an ad from India. Its about permanent markers (oooh...how exciting...an ad on markers...i know...). But seriously, watch it. It's bloody hilarious. Then in the 4th video I'll show you a local advertisement for DIAMONDS. Yup, it's actually a video for diamonds. I apologise beforehand for wasting what will probably be the longest 57 seconds of your life, but stick to it til the end just so you get the whole point of this post - Singaporeans, on the whole, have NO creativity. Absolutely none. Especially the professionals.


#1. Danyl Johnson, X Factor Britain 2009 (short version)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mzj9z8QDTfU

I couldn't get the embed version but its worth the effort, trust me.

If you want the longer one that's about 6 and a half mins long, then click below:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=13k1S6RpRrs


#2. And then we have our very own, homegrown talents-




#3. Indian commercial for permanent makers. Wait for the voice over at the end. Hilarious and brilliant. Remember, it's only an ad for a permanent marker. I don't know how else i can stress this enough...



#4. Now, for a DIAMOND advertisement. DIAMOND. What.The.Fuck? By a Singaporean advertising firm, no doubt.





O! creativity, Thou art an absent bitch...



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I still don't wanna believe MJ's dead. I still feel like he's gonna comeback and say, "Hey, I just pulled the biggest prank in the world. Haha, suckers! Hih-heeeee! OOOOhhh!" *cue crotch grab*

I never thought he was human so I never expected him to die a human death. But alas, who are we to assume.

Noone can ever recreate this magic.


121 fans fainted when he sang this acoustic version at his 1992 Concert in Japan. Not all were women.


Here's proof...Check out after 7:36 - 9:36 on the video. He's so amazing. Especially when he holds on to that guy who climbs up to see him, so that he doesn't fall...

Yesterday my mum and I were out and about, running some errands. In an attempt to save on petrol, I convinced her to drive her car instead. Ironically, we were listening and singing along to my dad's MJ cd while we were driving around. My entire family, myself included, have always been huge fans of MJ. So it wasn't really some freaky coincidence that he probably passed away while I was happily screaming "Beat It! Just Beat It..." at the top of my lungs. I just find it really really sad that the most amazing entertainer the world has ever seen is no longer around. I hope all the MJ haters who gave him hell with all the false accusations that he nevertheless endured regret missing out on every MJ song, dance, video and concert.. Like the guy on TV put it, MJ's passing means loosing some of my own childhood memories. I remember my cousin Muhaimin teaching me how to moonwalk using socks when I was 9 at my house in Bedok Reservoir. I remember first getting freaked out then realising Thriller was just about the coolest music video I've ever seen. I remember going to his concert in 1993 wearing a red batik shirt that I hated, only because my mum convinced me that MJ would spot me and pull me onstage if i wore the damn shirt. I remember watching my dad's MJ's World Tour on laser disc almost every weekend. I wanted to be THE Smooth Criminal. And I still get teary when I watch Man In the Mirror. I especially love how he came on in a black cloak, turned to sand, which then turned to gold dust, which then turned into Michael Jackson at his 'whitest' and most good looking in Remember the Time, where Eddie Muyphy played some pharoah whose wife was in love with MJ...Remember the time? ("What about.. Drrr-uh, Dat Dat, Dubba Dat..") I envied how girls turned to jelly and fainted whenever he sang 'The Way You Make Me Feel...". When I found out at 6am this morning from my cousing that he passed away, I cried. No other artist has attempted to make such a difference in the world. No other artist could possibly ever have such an impact. Noone has ever or will ever be as phenomenal as Michael Jackson. Lia called him and his life Epic. Nothing could be more true. So here's to a man who did make a difference to the world.

Man In the Mirror



and my favourite MJ song and video of ALL time!

Remember The Time - The Full Version, worth every single second.

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i loved terminator salvation. thanks lia, for layan-ing me the way you do :)

i know i don't blog alot but i must say it's always enjoyable to read everyones posts. u guys write so well and remain so true to yourselves in ur writing that it usually makes my day (or night, depending on how u look at it...).

i managed to get my cousin a job at spize at simpang, and he's a really talented chef so i'm looking forward to some pretty good means. considering his appetite (and size), i won't be too surprised however, if the portions become smaller, as my idiot cousin is able to sneak alot of food from alot of places, a skill i think is second only to his ability to make food disappear faster than u can say Mazlan-that's-mine!

unknown to many, my cousin and i fashion ourselves as proper detectives of the supernatural. on slow nights while completely drunk on teh tarek, we usually end up sourcing for infamous haunted sites and i record what i can on my trusty LG phone camcorder, hoping to catch something on film that our eyes or ears don't. indeed, we have managed to catch some interesting footage over our past few outings.

3 nights ago, at around 3a.m., we ended up in front of the Red House at the end of Loyang Drive 4. this spot is apparently so haunted that even the Newpaper (i know, not the best source of information, but still makes for a good read) has published several articles on it over the past few years. apparently, the rich family that stayed there had been killed off by an angry business partner, but they never really left. while i rather not show the footage and audio on this block, here's what happened:

3am. we park the car on an adjacent road and check out the surrounding area for abt 10 mins. the gates are locked with brand new chains and a shiny padlock, and the fence was recently renewed, but the huge ass mansion inside remains old and abandoned. interestingly, the doors to the mansion, maid's quarters and guard house are left open. my cousin, a self acclaimed supernatural expert, tells me open doors are the biggest invitation to all things spooky and unwanted.

3.12am. having had a rough idea of the area and where we felt most likely for something to be captured on film, we started on a more thorough walk past, this time with my LG rolling. on the left of the estate is a small field with huge banyan trees. as we approach the field, there's a sudden movement in the tree nearest to us. we knew it was something big because the branches and not just the leaves shook violently. then, something heavy landed with a sickening thud at the bottom of the tree. after standing absolutely still for a minute, we backed away, unable to see anything in the solid darkness around us. we then moved on to the house.

3.15am. from the direction of the mansion came a low and deep sound, something like a loud "Thuck". i thought it sounded like a gong, but mazlan was sure it sounded more like something hitting the ground again, but even harder this time. we continued on.

3.17am. mazlan sniffs out loud, and to our amazement, something returns his sniff with an even louder and very, very deliberate sniff of its own. this time it came directly from the maid's quaters. mazlan asked if it could have been an echo. i told him, from what i remember from secondary school physics, that echoes cannot be louder than the original sound made. we were pretty spooked but continued on. nearing the gate, we heard what can only be described to someone who wasn't there with us then at that very moment as 3 very loud and very audible heartbeats, something like "De-gug...de-gug...de-gug" coming from the mansion and seemingly moving towards us. we decided to call it a day. (or night, again, depending how u look at it.)

3.30am. at the loading bay of his house, we went over the footage and audio. mazlan claimed that from his experience and from having heard other people's stories, that those sounds were made by this supernatural thing called a Pochong. to those unfamiliar with this term, the pochong is a body completely wrapped in a shroud, with both ends of the shroud tied in a dead knot, no pun intended. it moves in a jumping fashion, usually slowly and heavily, and that's what he says created the sounds we heard. moreover, it would explain the heavy movement in the trees and the following thud we heard at the start because apparently, pochongs stay in trees until disturbed. in this case, we were the disturbance. when i asked him about the 3 thuds we heard towards the end of our adventure, he smiled eerily at me and said, 'well maybe there wasn't just one...'

its up to u to interpret our experience, but i for one can say i am absolutely convinced there's something really bad in that house and its surrounding estate.







A Pochong:

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u know ur having way too much to do with school when ur prompted to sign in to livejournal and in the username box u start typing U08021... before realising ur not logging into a school portal of some sort.

yes, it's the exams, and i've lost track of time, and my friends.

i miss hana and haikal, i miss nadeerah and simpang and i miss doing absolutely nothing except having a teh tarek or kopi gajah til 3am in the morning with them.

i miss liyana, especially cos she's in yishun, which isn't too far from my house but still further than pasir ris. but her uncle recently passed away and i think her aunt might have a bad break down if lia's not around. i also especially miss hanging out at east coast with her, just us 2, at 3 in the morning just to have what i call the 'ultimate chillaxing moment' with my vanilla frappe from macs, and esp cos she usually ends up giving me a shoulder rub while i sip the sexy coffee.

i also miss my cousin mazlan, with whom i usually spend the latest parts of the night with under his void deck once i drop lia off.

i miss azad, my best friend whom i rarely meet anymore, and i miss good old jae, who i call jae-o (cos it sounds like j-lo) to her gratest disgust, but she's my darling racing buddy and i miss her.

i miss clubbing, even though i barely do so, but i guess there's something about the exams that just make you wanna escape in any way possible.

i miss my playstation, i miss playing grand theft auto and killing random people with a sniper and chain-sawing prostitutes and then jumping off the new york empire state building with a parachute, and i miss winning-11 and tony hawk.

i miss watching discovery channel at 4am in the morning when i come home from somwhere, cos there's always something interesting on The Discovery Channel.

i miss driving cos i've hardly been driving around. its just been to school and back.

i miss game's night with everyone - marli rafli ashley mervin hana haikal liyana zav.

i miss alot of things.

...u know its bad if ur missing all this when its been only a week.

God help us NUS students.

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so this morning i went to my dentist for a tooth extraction. her name is dr. elizabeth goh and she's kinda hot in a female dentist with white overalls kinda way. anyway on wednesday i set the extraction for today, but yesterday my mom told me, after i've been to dr elizabeth several times that she wasn't as experienced as her father, who is my mum's dentist. she then proceeded to tell me that the tooth that needed extracting was an important one, and it touched something which she called the heart vein. this frightened me. so she asked me to change the appointment to be with dr. goh senior, the 'better' one. this led to me being stuck in a position called The BS Situation, ie. The Bra Strap Situation. see a few years ago i came up with ta theory that i shared with my friends - the bra strap situation theory. imagine boy and girl are dating. now imagine boy and girl are gonna get frisky for the first time in their relationship. girl tells boy to remove her bra, ie. undo her bra strap. boy does so with experience and effortless ease, and the girl becomes unhappy because now she's trying to guess how many girls the boy has been with. in the end, boy does not get lucky, even though he was SO close with the unstrapping...when i called the dental clinic to change my extraction from dr. elizabeth to her father, the old receptionist asked me why. easily pressured by old aunties, i proceeded to tell her my mom thought dr. elizabeth wasn't as experienced as her dad. she laughed and told me she was, and being pressured again, i decided to go ahead with dr. elizabeth. then i started fearing that the old receptionist would tell dr. elizabeth what had happened. i started fearing that the extraction would be a whole lot more painful now.it turned out ok i guess, but for some reason my tooth had longer roots then expected and it still hurts now. sigh.



i'm watching this amazing movie, the darjeeling limited, and its about how 3 brothers who haven't spoken to each other in a year take a train ride across india to find themselves and become brothers again. the characters are really similar to my brothers and i. the eldest, luke wilson, is over bearing but wants his brothers to love him and each other. he plans the entire journey. the youngest brother, Jason Schwartzman is a little more like zansher then zameer, and prefers doing his own stuff and banging random girls. haha. the second brother, adrien brody, is more like zameer, and is tall and always serious.or at least he tries to be. my favourite scene is when there's a shot of the 3 brothers riding an old motorbike after they get kicked off the train. the soundtrack is great too. i bet there are quite a few more similairties but i cant think very well cos my tooth hurts and i need to start on my readings. but i want to know how the show ends though.

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This fantastic parody of Kanye's Heartless is a MUST-WATCH! it keeps me laughing in spite of the looming examinations!

Enjoy!



and the lyrics:

Chorus:
In the night, I hear a groan,
My tummy moans, It's all alone,
Somewhere far along this road,
He lost his soul, to the chicken so breastless...
How could it be so breastless?
How could it be so breastless?...

Verse:
How could it be yo, colder than the winter meat when it freeze yo,
I asked em for some chicken nuggets, 20 piece yo,
Sweet n sour on the side, if you'd please yo?
After all that simmered meat, that I ate man,
Got me feeling like I'm not so great and,
after all those times at the drive thru,
and all the nuggets and fries I said bye to,
I stood by you, and revived you,
Everywhere, lemon pepper chicken thighs rule,
Who was I to fool, ain't no Kentucky Fried City,
I need to find myself some Kentucky Fried Titties.

Chorus

Verse:
Why I gotta be so hungary fo,
Promoting a new side that I don't know,
I decided to get a combo, so why am I standing in line for some more?
Why'd I order the mashed potatoes? Homie, I don't know,
They're the best, I'm told. I won't stop, won't let my food up,
cause I already know how prices roll.
You run to the front and order 3 crunchy,
Realize this is much more than plain munchies,
You feel like a fatty, so you wait and see,
But you'll never find no titties better than these.

Chorus

Hot an, hot an, hot an, hot,
I just took them out the pot,
You don't know what I've been through,
Just to make a chicken stew,
So I got something new to cook,
With one bite you will be hooked,
And this ain't from no cook book!
I know you can't believe,
I could just leave it raw,
And I can't make it right,
I'm gon' take off tonight, into the night.

Chorus

Considering the dude's only 16, this is one hell of a video.

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while i was writing my political science essay due in precisely 10 hours and 34minutes from now, i had a sudden hunger pang. the kind that hurts u smack in the centre of your stomach and makes u wonder when your last meal was. (skinny people, if u either have never had this sensation of absolute need, or if u constantly have this sensation and have grown to accept it as part of life, stop reading. i hate you.)

i then realised my last meal had been a cheese prata and teh tarek from mr. prata at about 7.30 pm the previous evening. i then concluded that it was logical to be feeling hungry at this unearthly hour, and started looking around for snacks. 2 tiny bags of potato chips ( i never understood why they made those tiny bags of chips in the first place, i mean, who the hell could possibly be satisfied with them...) and a glass of sarsi later, i still felt hungry. i decided to order in some macs. then i realised i have a car and i shouldn't be paying S$3 for delivery when i could deliver the food myself, and there's a 24-hr macs less than a minute's drive away from my house. then i started picturing the process to get to this 24-hr macs in my mind.

1. put on some deo
2. change out of my singlet and boxers into something more decent
3. brush my teeth and do my hair
4. walk down the 3 flights of stairs
5. open the door with maximum effort to ensure silence
6. walking to my car
7. allowing the engine to warm up for about 3 minutes
8. driving down to the macs
9. parking my car
10. walking to the macs

i decided i didn't want to go thru this 10 step method to getting some early morning grub because almost every step involved physical action of some kind. so u would think i ended up calling for delivery. but the phone was on the first floor and i was in my room, and i didn't feel like walking down. so here i am, typing while hungry.

now that's lazy with a capital L, but i ain't gonna bother typing the capital L in lazy because that is precisely what i am.

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three cheers for five six years.




i'm sorry it happened the way it did.

i wish it didn't.



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"He Cries"

You can see this little man,
and you can see his smiles
and you can see his joy,
but do you see his tears?

Yes, he cries, but quietly.
Tears stream down his soul,
their bitter sweet glitter
is his colour.

Moments of his life,
hurt him all the more.
He's never seen the sun rise,
yet everday it sets.

And he's left alone in the darkness,
and thats when he cries
and thats why you don't see,
the tears in his eyes.

Sometimes, words offer the only relief.


Where children cry with their first breath;
Has this world become so sinister?
Every heart beats towards sure death -
Rest well.

Every moment seems too short,
And then its gone forever.
Ride the memory in your mind -
End it if you're clever.

When direction seems a thing of the past;
Everyone - Where Are We?

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Well, because this was way too kental to put on the 25 random things, and the subsequent 10 random things on facebook, i can put it here because at best and perhaps once a month, one ot of the 3 people who read my blog will probably actually read my blog, and even then, won't probably understand this song.

However, unbeknownst to many people, i used to take higher malay (i know, it seems highly unlikely) and at one point in time for reasons unbeknownst to me (i just came across this word after not hearing, saying or seeing it in a long time and now i can't seem to stop using it - its like a long lost word friend) i developed a fondness for a malay band called Lestari. one song in particular, Airmata Di Hari Persandingan Mu, has been my favourite malay song for like forever and i can actually still sing the entire song til today. most people are shocked when i start speaking proper and not street/casual malay, again for reasons UNBEKNOWNST to me, because apparently i don't look the part. well considering half my family are malays/indian malays, it would be an insult to my grandparents if i couldn't.

oh and i just found out i'm not the urdhu speaking pakistani i thought i was, i'm the punjabi speaking pakistani. and apparently the punjabi speaking side is the richer side. how i wish that were true for me. then again, i can't speak either punjabi or urdhu, so fuck it.





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I know this is coming about 5years too late but what the hell, V for Vendetta is still one of the best films ever. And perhaps with one of the best written dialogues of all time...



Evey: Who are you?

V. : Who? Who is but the form following the function of what and what I am is a man in a mask.

Evey: Well I can see that.

V. : Of course you can, I’m not questioning your powers of observation, I’m merely remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man who he is.

Evey: Oh, right.

V. : But on this most auspicious of nights, permit me then, in lieu of the more commonplace soubriquet, to suggest the character of this dramatis persona. Voila! In view humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the “vox populi” now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin, van guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition.
The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous.
Verily this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it’s my very good honour to meet you and you may call me V.

Evey: Are you like a crazy person?

V. : I’m quite sure they will say so.

Remember remember the fifth of November
Gunpowder, treason and plot.
I know of no reason why gunpowder, treason
Should ever be forgot…

And if you have watched the movie, you may enjoy this. Complete idiocy of course and a total insult to the original, but hey, I'm a sucker for good comedy!





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Sitting in European Politics lecture, and Pravin couldn't log in to the NUS net.

Pravin: Its such a fuckin' bitch man when this happens...

Zav: Restart your com la, see what happens.

Pravin: Its just fucked up sia, its like getting fucked in the backside.

Zav: Hahaha, what the hell.

Pravin: Are you Punjabi?

Zav: No, I'm Pakistani. Why?

Pravin: Oh Good, cos they say Punjabis like to fuck backside.

Zav: Hahaha, what the fuck sia.

Pravin: Ya, they call it the Belakang Bai, you didn't know ah?

Zav: Nope, never knew that!

Pravin: Ya la, why you think they buy so much Ghee?

Zav: AHAHAHAHAHA...

Dr. Kate Nicols: Shooooosh...

So, for you non-believers, i beg time and time again - please open ur eyes. ask urself how we got here, to where we are now. ask urself how does pressing a button on ur keypad lead to a word forming on the screen. ask how dialling a sequence of numbers of ur mobile phone allows u to speak to someone across the globe, or right next to u for that matter, all at the same time. ask all this, because 50 years ago, computers were nothing more than giant calculators. in fact, the first computer built in the early 1900s was the size of a house. now the person next to you in lecture is using a laptop that can fit into your palm.

if ur confused, let me assist. UFOs exist, they did crash in Roswell and they've been around for centuries. take a look at my photos from the Louvre for actual proof of UFOs during the building of the Pyramids. ask urself how 200 tonne blocks were carried, transported thousands of miles and made to fit perfectly in place to create gigantic pyramids that stand til today,yet with all our modern technology and capability, cannot be replicated willingly.

aliens have been in contact with us over the years. governments around the world have been using their technology. the masses cannot be exposed to the truth because in this time and age, people will over react and complicate matters beyond necessity.

my latest proof is this footage of a UFO over Hong Kong. Let me ask critics who will call this a comet.. do comets change direction? do they fly low over the horizon, audible as a loud aircraft to onlookers, and do they switch off their afterburners for a while to cruise before switching them back on? NO, because comets dont do that. UFOs do.





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I spent the morning watching a very important documentary that has scientific proof Giant Squid will takeover the oceans in a matter of years. Each Mother Squid can produce 30 million babies in her short 4 year lifespan. Each baby squid turns from sperm to fully functioning squid in 10 days. That would be the fastest growth rate ever in the animal kingdom. If a human grew at that rate, as the documentary goes, a 2 year old human baby would be the size of a blue whale. cool ah?

then i spent lunch talking with my grandma, who at 80 ears of age is stronger than me, and can beat up Bangladeshis who refuse to move out of her way with her umbrella at Geylang. This amazing woman wakes up at 6am every morning, does her prayers, takes a nap, spends an hour in the shower bathing thoroughly and then spends morning to lunch cooking for my family. she spends the afternoons watching her favourite Malay soap operas. today as i had my lunch of home made chicken rice(best in the world, i assure you), i asked her about her dad, my great grandfather and the true Godfather of his time.

Mr. Shaul Hamid was officially a General Contractor. He was also Chief Architect of his company. His company was called Shaul Hamid and Sons, Co. He was also a professional jockey, who loved animals so much he had over 15 cats and a horse in his backyard. Sadly as it would turn out, his very sons would squander off his millions after his passing with their own business that have all but one folded, instead of investing in my grandma's gold trading company that has now dwindled into a small home based business. Shaul Hamid was a man loved by everyone in the community, not only because he was rich, but because he ruled with an iron fist and a golden heart. My grandma and her siblings would get anything they asked for; ask for fresh crab and a fishmonger would deliver a basket to the door the next morning. Ask for mangoes and someone would deliver a basket the next morning. All Shaul Hamid had to do was give them a call and they would come running. He was generous, but punished misdeeds from anyone and not just his own children with a tight slap across the face. An hour later, they'd get $50 from him(roughly about $500 in today's currency) once they realised their mistake and apologised. Shaul Hamid also ran a business called Happy Jodi, a food catering business that provided long haul container ships with their food for months at a shot, and it was a thriving industry back in his time. As such, his house was a luxurious 12,000 square ft monster with land enough for over 27 different types of fruit trees, and a driveway that held his 2 cars and his 2 drivers. Yes, this was a man living his life and doing so at nobody else's expense. His millions were self made, and his following came about due to a deep respect for the man. He passed away at 56, from a combination of both his nasty habits of smoking and drinking. From what I know, his estimated wealth at death was about SG$ 9 million, inclusive of his property and company profits. His sons, who never followed in his foot steps, sold his businesses and spread the money between them with the aims of opening their own companies. All but one failed, and Shaul Hamid's hard work and life's earnings disappeared within a decade.

Mr. Shaul Hamid, I never had the pleasure of knowing you personally, and my only experience of the man you were come from pictures and stories from my grandma, your eldest daughter. You might be disappointed with what happened to your businesses, but judging from my impression of you, a slap and a promise of hard work would have turned your anger and disappointment to enthusiasm and determination to succeed. If I were around earlier to see to the continuing of your business, perhaps things might be different now. But fate dictates a path we cannot, regardless of our abilities and riches, make for ourselves. All we can do is hope that the path we take somehow leads towards the right way. Maybe in a few years, I will honour you in a way noone has for half a century. Maybe with your help, I will experience a little of the success you took in stride so humbly, and maybe with the stories of you and your righteousness, I will be at least half the man you were.

In a sentence, Shaul Hamid was the entrepreneur I hope to soon become, and when that day comes Shaul Hamid, Sons and Grandsons, Co. will live again.

The one with arms akimbo and a hearty smile on his face - Mr. Shaul Hamid


Shaul Hamid with his children, my grandmother and her siblings

This is the kind of conversation that happens when very different VJC guys somehow get along, and when pakistanis, sindhis and indians mix without wanting to kill each other.

Setting: McCafe East Coast

Characters: Anu(Oxford, Glutton), Zav(Smoker), Aakash(NUS Law, Designated Driver) and Pam(Parmesh Singh Rikhraj, Unsure of what he's actually studying in Oberlin)

Description: Anu, Aakash and Zav are having a heated conversation about cars, engines and gear boxes. Pam is getting bored because cars are alien to his planet. Suddenly, he interrupts the debate...

Pam: Aakash, why are you vegetarian?

Aakash: Its a long story, why you asking out of the blue?

Zav: You just turned vegetarian?

Anu: No la, he's a born veg.

Aaskash: Ya, but why you asking?

Pam: I dunno. Give me the short version.

Aaskash: Well, there's a good reason - the basic idea is that killing animals is bad. Why do you eat meat Pam? (Asks mockingly...)

Pam: Well there's a good reason, I like the taste.

Aakash: So that's w...(interrupted by Pam)

Pam: Is that a leather watch on your hand?

Aakash: Ya, why?
(Realisation sets in...)

Aakash: Er..Ah..(Clears throat)

Anu & Zav: (Burst out laughing)

Pam: (Sips his coke)

Honestly I dunno how we get along. But we do, and that's what matters. Cheers guys.

This is really stupid but its unbelievably funny. Watch if you need a laugh or break from bidding.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6bYcyiuJK0E