YouTube is fast making my TV set a redundant household item
already. With it, I can now watch Whose Line Is It Anyway
without having to wait for it to come on air. I can even choose
to watch some of the best moments of the show like when they
played the Two Line Vocabulary
game, did Film Noir
or when Wayne Brady sang to a lunch lady
in the style of a Strip-o-gram singer. Occasionally they have
guests such as Richard Simmons
or Robin Williams
on the show. Things can get rather sexual too like whenColin Mochrie grabbed everybody's privates.
With so much spontaniety going on, bloopers are bound to
happen like when they were performing in the style of The Village People
as when they did the Irish Drinking Song
or the ultimate, exposing a female audience's underwear!
Even accidents are not spared like the time when Ryan Stiles did Carol Channing.
Of course, stuff like that is best experienced yourself in a
live setting. And what better way to do so than at thecoming Actorlympics
featuring some of the best talents on this side of the planet.
Yours truly was once sat on by Afdlin Shauki
and not to mention sexually taken advantage of
by Ida Nerina and Edwin Sumun as you can see in
our onstage rompthe karaoke music video game
played during the show. So I ask myself now, do I dare get
myself molested again, punk?
Cybersonique-dot-Org turns five today. If that isn't commitment, I don't know what is. I would have liked today be declared a public holiday but since it's already an off day, this will have to make do until the day comes when I (or this weblog at least) am famous enough to actually declare a public holiday. Meanwhile, it conjunction with this website's fifth anniversary, I have put up a page where you can find all my audio work, be it mix sets, remixes, scribblings, etc. etc., including my recent remix of Jaclyn Victor's Cepat Cepat (I'm In A Hurry Remix). It's probably going to blow my monthly data transfer quota of out of the water but I'm going to go out on a limb and just do it anyways. Take note however, that I shall not assume responsibility for any damaged auditory receptors, nerve endings, brain neurons, etc. as a result of listening to them. Otherwise, enjoy. Happy fifth once again, Cybersonique-dot-Org!
Sometimes we forget that rules are there for a reason. Other
times, you just want to forget about those rules, throw them
out of the window and trust that everything's gonna be okay.
Like when there's something you know you can do and your mind
keeps throwing up roadblocks, it helps to know that you can
always drive right through 'em.
There really hasn't been much action on my front of late that
would warrant worthy entries on this website. Hence, unlike past
years, this years' entries have been rather slow to come. Going
through the same routine day in day out has reduced the ability
of this tetherball above my shoulders called a head to squeeze
even one eloquent thought out, even if my life was on the line.
So trust me, people. When there aren't any entries, I'm actually
doing you guys a favor.
Perhaps things might just look up for the better after the
purported Malaysian wedding of the year so that we can all move
right along with our lives.
Several months ago, I went on air (radio) with JFK via XfreshFM's Xtended Play. Today, I took to the air (plane) with the dude over the Klang Valley airspace onboard 9M-BLV. He's been pestering me to go fly with him ever since he got his lesen terbang. Today's flight had us hovering around 1,500 feet in a Cessna 172 aircraft over Subang, Port Klang, Pulau Ketam, PJ, KL, Batu Caves before we landed back in Subang. The haze was a bit in the way of our view but the flight conditions with the busy traffic (See? It's not confined to our roads only. It's a KL thing), air pockets (love 'em!), bad transponder, a newbie female air traffic controller (who sounded like a hot chick but I'm pretty sure is a mak-chick) made up for the lack of in-flight entertainment. Here I have pictures on-board 9M-BLV while JFK has a post-flight video of it. Another day, another experience.
The recent silence on this site has been anything but elegant. It
is actually the result of an experiment in getting myself caught
up in the monotony of my own daily grind. I can now confirm that
it is enough to suck the soul out of my ownself more than
anything else and turn any amphetamine loaded agitated air
traffic controller into a mindless automoton numb and devoid of
any life and character. It almost got to a point where I was
hating the very thing I love doing. Makes me in awe of those
people who can resign themselves into a routine day in day out
throughout their lives. For the life and sanity of me, I just
can't picture myself living a life that is like a sensory
deprivation tank, even if it is for something that guarantees to
pay the bills. I can only hope that this phase is over now.
Meanwhile, I know this is way ahead of its due but I really I
gotta go out and get me anothertube of toothpaste now.