kiong tells everybody he used to live in the country, stirring up the image of portly chinaman sitting on a tractor riding around a wheat feild in a checkered shirt. its all a lie, he grew up in a bungalo-style hut in the jungle.

not that anybody will really care, but after believing it impossible, i found vegan kaya - one of those foods i grew up with. it not quite a kaya, as much as a fillipino coconut jam, but its close enough. alot sweeter and far more sticky and gooey than spread-y like kaya (which has the consistency of lemon curd).

ps/ noor, there was people eating mcdonalds at DH.

pps/ if you are my neighbour and you happen to read my blog, turn the shitty hip-hop down and stop trying to sing along. i live on the other side of our complex, i should not be able to hear your crap.

now all he needs is a unbuttoned red flanney over a white t-shirt.

turns out i'm a sucker for novely azn groups...

Blasting out of the streets of Chinatown, THE NOTORIOUS MSG have arrived with a vengeance. Serving up deep-fried beats straight from the Chinese ghetto, they will not stop until they achieve complete world domination.

This is the story of three renegade restaurant workers from the hardened streets of Chinatown, New York City. Pursuing their dreams of rap superstardom, Hong Kong Fever, Down-Lo Mein and The Hunan Bomb fled the harsh ghettos of Asia only to face more hardships as second-class citizens in America. They struggled to earn a living, toiling in the kitchens and risking their lives as Chinese restaurant delivery boys. Facing robberies and beatings on a daily basis, their fight for survival came to a head when an unknown assailant killed one of their original band members, Funky Buddha. This was the last straw; it was time to fight back.

Rising up with a fury, the trio were reborn and The Notorious MSG exploded onto the NYC music scene with a new calling. Once only fighting to defend themselves, they renewed their fight, this time for all their brothers and sisters in the Chinatown ghettos who would never get the chance to realize their dreams.



Facing discrimination as Chinese delivery boys, The Notorious MSG are prepared for the same battle with corporate America. Today, The MSG rises again to challenge yet another foe, the music industry. Seeing how Asians have yet to be accepted as a force in the American music scene, they will continue to unleash their blistering musical buffet and flaunt their unique Asian-American flavor with no apologies.

While the MSG Revolution is only just beginning, the three unstoppable Chinatown Bad Boys have already developed a presence both nationally and internationally. Their song Dim Sum Girl was downloaded 7,500 times within 48 hours of introduction. Their music video, .Straight Out of Canton,. was downloaded 92,691 times in the first two weeks following their licensing deal with Comedy Central.

The boys are presently overthrowing New York City with their fiery street anthem “Chinatown Hustler,” the hot single off their upcoming full-lenth debut album, soon to be released. The new release will also include a new music video featuring an appearance by DJ Cipha Sounds of MTV’s Direct Effect and Hot 97 New York. The Notorious MSG have also made appearances on MTV, MTV Chi and Shade 45 Radio with DJ Cipha Sounds.

... it's cos i got rice.

william squshed a rotten banana into half maureens clothing, he's also pushed over the television. he also decided that his airconditioner was not powerful enough, apparently he needed two (to match his two televisions). my flat now has no cooling.

i like wholemeal pasta, so shoot me.

kiongs moved on into his newest stage, his latest craze: exclaiming really loudly how good a particular food is for the 'munchies' and how he will eat sed food when he has the 'munchies' while placing a certain food item in the trolley/basket. i think he likes the attention.

he also decided the cat food (from aldi) was too expensive, so he's now attempting to feed the cats dog food; he'll save about a dollar a week.

he's such a douch, he thinks he knows more about how to look after my instruments than i do. which is why i now have a bass, in a travel bag, just barely able to sit in its stand because of the bulky bag. the stand is right next to the front door. he ceremoniously kicks his shoes off and pile his crap in front of my instuments. its only a matter of time until somebody knows into the stand, or the people up stairs have violent sex and the whole thing topples over.

there is not such thing as a vaccination for cancer. its like saying that is we can stop people from smoking than we've vaccinated them against lung cancer. its all such jingoistic crap. HPV isn't just linked to cervical cancers, its also tied to anal cancer, penile cancer, mouth cancer and throat cancer - genital warts are pretty much a guarantee. now correct me if i'm wrong, but don't men have anusus, penises, mouths, and throats. the whole notion of only vaccinating women is based on the bias that men have sex with women exclusivly, and hence if you vaccinate all the women the men will never catch it.

http://abstinencethecondom.com/...gold.

"you know, you don't have to buy the paper, you can just buy a coffee and McDonalds and read their copy of the paper" - kiong

the things is: no. simply, it smells funny, it isn't a plesant place, it would we cheaper to just buy the paper, and i would not drink their coffee.

i can only anticipate the rebuttal of noor, and i'm sure they make fine coffee and the dodgy smell is just psycosomatic, but still, i don't feel comfortable there.

maybe if we put cows in turkeys in christams hats, the public would sympathise with their desire not to be the table centerpiece just a little bit more. somehow i can't see k-rudd making this connection and sending armoured vehicles after turkey-killers.

my grandmother is fabulous at buying christmas gifts. she always gives me an assortment stuff i actually use. such as: sunscreen, chapsticks, underwear, gum, sensitive toothpaste, and a huge packet of hob-nobs.

on another note, i'm embarrased to say i bought quinoa today, its such a damn hippy vegan food. i may as well just go eat goji berries for all the shame it has bought upon my household.

you can bu them here.


ps/

i got hives on my knees, its quite uncomfortable.

apparently matt was giving samuel eyes, a likely story, more likely he was checking out the burns. wishing he was as vegan as sam, sam the vegan man, therefore he's more punx than you.

some people, they like to watch carols on their televisions during christmas, not me though, wife swap represent.

A competitive police detective who loves excelling in a "man's world" swaps lives with a submissive wife and mother who believes her place is in the home and that her role is to serve her husband and cater to his every need.

The title is a play on the term "wife swapping", a practice associated with the swinging lifestyle, which is not a theme of the show. For the television show, two families, usually from vastly different social classes and lifestyles, swap wives/mothers for two weeks. In fact, the show will usually deliberately swap wives with extreme polar opposite lifestyles, such as a dramatically messy wife swapping with a fastidiously neat one, or an overly strict mother swapping with an overly lax one. Though using a phrase from the swinging lifestyle, couples participating in the show do not share a bed with the "swapped" spouse while "swapping" homes.

During the first week, the new wife must adhere to the exact same rules and lifestyle of the wife they are replacing. Each wife leaves a house manual which explains their role in the family and the duties they hold.

During the second week, the new wives are allowed to establish their own rules, and their new families must adhere to these new household rules.

At the end of the two weeks, the two couples all meet together for the first time, and along with their husbands, discuss how they feel about the two weeks. This often descends into personal insults and has degenerated into violence at least once.

they made james sing at his graduation. that bastard, he gets it all. the looks, the sound, the women. bah.

itunes is shitty, shitty, fiddly software.

the man ruined a perfectly good pilau by stirring chicken through it at the end, because it wouldn't 'taste good' without it.

"you're working hard to put food on your family"
"now in a moment, if you like, you can come up and pat the turkey"
"on the internets"

so now a quiz, who said these?


ps/ samuel doesn't say, you have three comments, he says, 'you have three freudian quotes'

okay, here's the shizz, my family doesn't really shop at your traditional coles or safeway supermarkets (of course we go there occasionally cos they're closer, but its not part of the normal routine, and the supermarket near us happen to be either sims or IGA) we go to aldi for the supermarket-style items and the markets, little saigon and footscray for the fresh stuff. i went grocery shopping in footscray with my father today, we went on this hour-long search through possibly every single pokey store it footscray to locate this special fishsauce he was after. we couldn't get the saffron (he wants to make some fancy-schmancy paella-like dish), but we did get a really nice peanut oil - think aromatic seasame seed oil, but with the smell of peanut paste (not jar peanut butter, but ground peanut butter from a nut store).

anyway, how is all the delicious things i was buying relevant to anything, well i had an interesting conversation along my travels. for all you peoplez who arn't samuel, there's this nut shop in footscray, john's nuts, and the son of the guy who owns the store, is one of those built wogs. he lifts weights. he has a really fat neck. if you're sam, he's the guy whom you bought your hooka from. so anyway we wa buying spices and i grab a bag of besan flour.
"what are you going to cook with that?"
"uhh, vegan food i guess"
"what's that?"
"its like a vegetarian who doesn't eat eggs or dairy"
"i could never do that, i'd drop weight"
silly man, noah hannibal is larger than that guy. he's a vegan and a weightlifter.

RETRACTED: i wrote this when i was irrational and shitty and i think its pretty clear that in hindsight i didn't mean it personally and hence fell i should apologies.

i'm sure in an anarchist society everyone will just cooperate for the maintenace of society and the system. which is exaclty why people proliferating such a system think its perfectly acceptable to be on a pre-paid phone plan, and yet never have any credit, and just expect that the other person will either call you (spending their credit) or that you will be able to borrow somebody's phone (again spending another's credit). possibly cos their actions contradict their words. but then who am i to say anything because after all, i was just soo priveledged that life* was handed to me on a silver platter and i never had to work for phone credit.

i went to the gym with sam. that's right, there i was, the smallest person in the facility (not cos it was full of manly men, but just cos i'm small) struggling to move the smallest weights on the highest pins.

turn out, i can't look up my study scores, but noor can.
so i'll just tell you how i did, cos i know you all want to know (my whole two readers other than noor and sam)

BI03 - Biology GA 1: A GA 2: A+ GA 3: A+ Study Score: 41

i can't see my VCE results... bah.

real men are fluffy... like fairyfloss.

how could i have not known, fatty has a youtube account, with videos of him doing fatty things.

it really shits me off when people buy vegan cookbooks, and then attack the authors on the amazon review section because the book wasn't what they expected because they have preconcieved notions about what veganism is and what veganism isn't. like for example, making comments that vegan cupcakes take over the world is not a very healthy cookbook and uses refined sugar and white flour. it's a fucking cupcake cookbook. when are cupcakes ever a health food.just cos you didn't research the book properly before purchasing it, is not justification for giving the book two stars.

i feel so popular what with all my recent comments and all. it's almost as if phase one of my world domination plan is complete. but what would alan do?

apparently the one on the left was in actual fact hired by american apparel, does not in fact work there, and is indeed a porn star.

i have to say, my brother had harry potter on reserve at the local library, it just came in, he's finished it, passed it on to me, i decided to read it, cos, well, there's a waiting list a peer pressure drove me to do it. i have to say i am not impressed. so i guess you'll just have to kick me out of mcfob then. cos i'm not ashamed to say, i thought harry potter was utter shit.

my information i sms-ed to the VCE result service is apparently invalid and i do not know why. i hope they didn't charge me, but i'm guessing they will. i guess that means i'll have to get them on tuesday then. unless somebody can clear up the whole bamboozle for me.

some mince pies have meat in them, its true, you all laughed at me, but its true.

its a lampson reference, none of you humanities art-fags whould get: http://www.freehandcircles.com/

gordon ramsay is a douch. lardons are fucking gross. evidently, if you drown food with butter, cream, cheese, lard, and other such miscellanious fat products, and then shovel on excessive amounts of salt, almost anything can be made to taste good.

his campaign to get women back into the kitchen is highly admirable. their husbands are truely suffering. but can gordon ramsay save their marridge?

was writing a very passionate and convincing letter to the age and the two local papers in a very grand and sweeping, up yours nicola roxon, motion. and then my laptop crashed. i blame windows. this wouldn't have happened had i been using linux.

now i know i was bad in primary school, hell, i even campaigned to have the library open during recess and lunch and tried to pull together a chess team. but i was nothing compared to timothy. he refused to sit with the other children and had a special desk next to the teacher. he was a smarmy smart-arse towards absolutely everybody. according to my motehr he's a family friend. he still insist on ratting to my mother whenever he thinks i've done something she doesn't approve of, such as getting my septum pierce. he really likes the elizabeth woman.

its always reassuring to know that some people are capable of making beds, doing dishes, and, say, throwing out rotting food which happens to be sitting in the middle of the fucking lougeroom. unfortunately, kiong is not one of these adults. i returned from cowes to find, amongst other things, the covers ripped off library books, rotting food and dead animal fat stains on my bedsheets.

i missed the phillip island train and hence bus. you'll know why, and if you don't, i'm sure you can incur why.

going to a house, possibly on the beach, perhaps even a beach house. i might even return with a tan.

i have a what would alan do? poster. i'm telling you all so you'll all become immediately jelous and want to be my friend so you to may lay your eyes upon the poster.

i don't trip over my shoelaces, it just doesn't happen, which is usually why i don't dedicate my unborn baby to you when you stop me to tell me my shoelace is undone while i'm dashing for the train, tram etc.

greatest quote from doctor phil: "this town is not racial" (in a grand texan accent) - i think she meant racist.

it was a episode on this case in america, where a group of white kids hung nooses from a tree when a black kid asked to sit under the tree; the black kids beat up this white kid; the black kids are being charged with attepted murder as adults - the white kid suffered no permanent injuries.

truely have struck gold in this weeks local paper: not only is there a double spead on francco cozzo, the man, the myth but also a weekly article by les twentyman, the man, the myth, that bought us sucessful campaigns such a 'hand in your knife and save your life'.

i like to keep the plastic cling-wrap-style covering on electronic goods, particularly on the screen, is it too much to ask that people just leave it in its place - you are not doing me a favour by permanently peeling back the plastic which protects the screen, you are simply allowing my personal items to become damaged at an increased rate.

what is it with people from the western suburbs and foodstar (the west's own all-you-can eat 'restaurant')?

the op-shop where my mother volunteers has their end of year function there, my grandmothers senoirs group always have their functions there (there were banned from smorgies for stealing food), and the general attitute is something along the lines of, "lets celebrate, by gorging ourselves, while watching the chronically obese totter back and forth, from their individual tables to the silver serving trays".

william is getting his braces on tomorrow, so of course, in the true spirit of william, he had to eat all he could eat just one last time (this week). i did not go. it was a wise decision. my father did (chaparone), apparently william ate alot, disappeared to the bathroom for fifteen minutes to vomit, before returning to again eat all he could eat.

what the fuck, the sunday magazine which comes with the paper had a recipe for Creamy chicken tartlets with butter, chicken and soymilk. the vitasoy people just don't get it, people won't buy their brand of soymilk, they'll just eat their Creamy chicken tartlets with cows milk. silly fuckers.

played a concert for vladimir. vladimir is a violin gun.

the thing is, he cut me out of the photo, and has spelled my name wrong on the program of every single cencert of his. that being said, he's like the stings version of the gonch, 'is strong the double bass, if you play and you hear, and you listen to the double bass, you will never, never, make a mistake'. amen to that, and no pressure upon kham not to fall asleep while keeping time in dull rhythms (not an understatement, i don't use sheet music half the time).

he is a seriously good violin teacher though, he even has a flashy website and all these relases of albanian music and apparently somebody made a documentary about him.

but i can never, never, forgive him for making us play christmas tunes.

animal aromatic sources in perfume (from wikipedia):

Ambergris: Lumps of oxidized fatty compounds, whose precursors were secreted and expelled by the Sperm Whale. Ambergris is commonly referred to as "amber" in perfumery and should not be confused with yellow amber, which is used in jewelry.
Castoreum: Obtained from the odorous sacs of the North American beaver.
Civet: Also called Civet Musk, this is obtained from the odorous sacs of the civets, animals in the family Viverridae, related to the Mongoose.
Honeycomb: Distilled from the honeycomb of the Honeybee.
Musk: Originally derived from the musk sacs from the Asian musk deer, it has now been replaced by the use of synthetic musks.