In times like these
We need to be strong
We need to carry on
We need to get along, hold on and right what's wrong.
In times like these
We need to find a way
To make a better day
Keep my feet on the ground turning 'round come what may
Everybody needs someone they can lean on
Everybody needs to lean on someone
Everybody needs something
Everybody needs someone.
Despite the amount of abuse that I subject them to (and the fun that I get out of it), Radio Televisyen Malaysia (RTM) was still kind enough to pimp this weblog of mine on Blog last Sunday, July 20. Of course, had it not been for Afdlin, it wouldn't have gotten its 15 seconds of
fame airtime. I am indebted to him indeed.
Now I wonder if having my weblog featured on national televison can help me
get laid end my spurmosexuality any sooner.
Grandma, or Tok as I call her, passed away last Wednesday, July 9 at 2:18pm. Although her identity card states that she was born in 1930, we believe that she was born sometime in the 1920s. Otherwise, it would be weird that she'd let my Dad (ex-SPURMO) who's younger than her by nine years to marry her daughter, i.e. my Mom.
Lots of monkey wrenches were thrown about into the lives of those who had to care for her in and out of the hospital the last few weeks. Yours truly had to even work out of the room in the hospital in Johor Bahru where she was warded (don't ask how I managed to find that Ethernet port and figure out my way to connect to the Internet!), responding to emails, troubleshooting via remote desktop and even editing the music for 8TV's current run of So You Think You Can Dance (this geeky grandson of hers also managed to put her on a webcast for those unable to visit her at the hospital) whilst feeding her, turning her on the bed to avoid any bedsores, entertaining her requests to get off and on the bed (try that when she weighs a good 100+ kgs!), etc. If I had to go through it all over again, I wouldn't have done it any other way as I did not want to regret missing out on the last few days of her life to make her as comfortable as possible. So I can only thank my friends and colleagues for being very understanding and accomodative of my situation.
If there's any regret though, it would be that she did not get to see me get married sooner (and not be a SPURMO). Perhaps I could have had a kid by now which would have automatically made her great grandma (but I'm gonna tai-chi that one on to my sister since she's the only grandchild who's married!). Still, she's been a GREAT grandma.
Moga Allah mencucuri rahmat ke atas rohnya. Al-Fatihah.
Do you find yourself:
- Checking a woman's wedding ring finger when you meet her?
- Mentioning ex-girlfriends early in a conversation so that people don't assume you're gay?
- Having women you are considering hitting on call you 'sir'?
- Saying, 'fifteen years is not that big of an age difference'?
- Sleeping with a Yummy Mummy no longer involve an older woman?
- Having two or more godchildren?
- Thinking 'who are all these old people,' only to find out they're your age?
- Always being put in the worst room of a chalet/villa on holidays?
- Thinking that hair loss a greater threat to the planet than global warming?
If you answered 'yes' to more than half of these questions, you're a SPURMO. You are as endangered as the burrowing owl, mountain gorilla and the Florida manatee.
More on SPURMOs.
I'm not wearing underwear today
No, I'm not wearing underwear today
Not that you probably care
Much about my underwear
Still nonetheless I gotta say
That I'm not wearing underwear todaaaaay!
I'm still on my quest to get laid. Perhaps I could finally get some at Bandar Baru Sentul. Supposedly halal too.
Picture by Khairul Azwan Sa'adon via Amir Muhammad.
I'm going to let the music speak for itself. Congratulations Malaysia!
Go download the music and video and spread the love around.
It's the Marry Month Of May once again and I'm being bombarded by the neverending barrage of the age old question at various weddings that I attend these days. I feel like breaking out into this parody of Duffy's Mercy called Marry by the hitz.FM Morning Crew the next time anybody asks (since those snarky comebacks don't quite work anymore).
You can tell from the title of this mashup that this is one of those self serving efforts. And I'm putting four artistes and their songs to the cause namely Che'nelle (with I Fell In Love With The DJ), Dato' Siti Nurhaliza (with Ku Mahu), Dina (with Malu Tapi Mahu) and Pitbull (with his rap from Lumidee's Crazy). Once again, I have to thank Audi Mok a.k.a. Batdude for letting me mash his songs again after Hilang. I should start repaying him by contributing to his
germfest gum pile.
I have been busy and I have been busy. And inevitably, I fell sick and it made me feel very unsexy all over. I need to remind myself more to pull back once in a while. I guess everybody can get carried away when they're in "the zone". I am, however, reminded of that story of that Singaporean woman who died of overwork around this time last year. She actually even wrote an entry about her overwork on her weblog a few days before she died.
Something for all you fellow workaholics (and perhaps slavedrivers) out there to ponder over during Labor Day.