The Last Pause Is The Longest

There are two kinds of silence in this world.
And no-one knew that better than Harold Pinter.
Beckett may have started it, but it was
Pinter who made the pregnant pause his own.
‘The Homecoming’ contains 224 of them.
‘The Caretaker’, by comparison, a mere 149.
I don’t owe it all to this son of a Jewish tailor,
but I certainly owe him a lion’s share.
I saw him that once in the flesh; leaving his seat
following the posthumous premiere
of my friend’s suicide-note of a stageplay.
He was taller than I’d pictured him.
With a stature befitting of a Nobel laureate.
The black cells were in his gullet even then;
steadily multiplying, though not yet diagnosed.
How I wish now that I'd asked to shake his hand.
Afterall, in the end it’s all about the ferret
under the cocktail cabinet. Or is it a weasel?
Blackout. Curtain. Applause.

Harold Pinter: official website

Fishing for Phishers

There's only one thing worse than spam and that's thieving-bastard spam. But what are we going to do about it? Cry man-tears into our Shredded Wheat? ...is that what The Fonz would do? Of course not! The Fonz would play Fishing For Phishers and beat them at their own game. Simply create a fake account with a comedy name and start replying to their messages
Here's one we did earlier: -

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Hello!! From Microsoft Award Team 2008!!! Congratulations!!!
We are Happy to inform you that your E-mail Account has won
you $1,000,000.00 (One Million Dollars)...

... blah blah blah etc ...

Please contact the claims director below for further details:
NAME: MR David Moore
Head, Winning Claims Dept.
Email: agentdavid2007@aim.com

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Henry Charles-Winkler
to agentdavid2007

show details 22 Dec (1 day ago)

Reply

Dear David,

I received an email from your company a few weeks ago and firstly i must apologise as i have been unable to reply of late as i have been quite ill. I am pleased to hear from you as not many people contact me any more. Anyway i wanted to tell you that i must decline your very kind offer of 1 million dollars, you see i am an old man with no relatives and i simply wouldn't know what to do with it. I already have over £810,000 just sitting in the bank and no grand children to give it to. I have no use for money these days and prefer the simpler things in life such as conversation with a good friend. I hope we can be friends.

Yours sincerely,

Henry Winkler II

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Mr David Moore
to me

show details 14:56 (20 hours ago)

Reply

Dear Henry Charles-Winkler,

I am very happy hearing from you. Thank God you are out of hospital now. How are you doing and how is health right now? Hope it is improving?

I am glad to have you as a friend. I will personally ensure that your $1,000,000.00 is donated to chearity organizations here and I will let you know once it is cleared by the organisation.

I will like to know more about you. I will like to always communicate with you and if you can give me your address, I will try as much as possible to visit you within the xmas vacation just to say hello.

I will be waiting to hear from you my good friend.

If there is anything I can do for you, do not hesitate to contact me.

I will also appreciate if you can send your phone number so that I can give you a call while I am less busy.

Happy Xmas and a prosperous new year celebration.

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Henry Charles-Winkler
to agentdavid2007

show details 22 Dec (3 hours ago)

Ehhhhhhhhhhh sit on it!

http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=0KXRZfUCzwM

Success With Daytrana Patches?

mobilization continues

action renews and strengthens Saturday, December 20
market producers Cayenne
to continue to educate producers and consumers on the importance of changing habits consumption by adopting sustainable reflexes.

AND PRODUCERS CONSUMER A Challenge

"LESS DISPOSABLE BAGS ON THE MARKET IS POSSIBLE"

We invite consumers from buying from producers at market:

• Make their shopping bags or reusable bags on the market (do not forget it in the car ..)

• Try to put products in bulk are not fragile in their basket

• use less disposable plastic bags (" disposable plastic bag that can offer me is it really necessary? ")

• Support and encourage producers participating in this civic approach.

If you wish to participate as a volunteer at this new action, or just have information on the process, please contact us
Any ideas to improve advocacy are also welcome.


Contacts

ASSOCIATION SEPANGUY 05 94 29 04 26 sepanguy@wanadoo.fr

SEED GUYANA 05 94 38 31 50 graineguyane@wanadoo.fr

CCCL-05 94 28 90 56 environnement@cccl.fr


The action has prevented the use of 711 plastic bags between 6 am and 13 pm Many consumers have come to participate in the "counting" by coming to the basket to open their booth. it was an opportunity to exchange rich. The producers also played the game by offering to put products in bulk bags or basket. * Published December 22, 2008 *

My Own Private Guernica

Snow falls upon the Sierra de Guadarrama.
Shadows lengthen in the afternoon sun.
I could have gone to see Picasso’s ‘Guernica’ today,
but I just can’t face that capacious canvas right now.
I’m not really in the mood for abstracted strategic bombing.
I feel shot-thru with enough symbolic shrapnel as it is.
Instead I’m stood here, watching the street-walkers on the corner.
Counting the number of imported cigarettes smoked.
Counting the number of tricks turned.
The bull is just a bull. The dying horse is just a dying horse.
The inverted hidden harlequins are just inverted hidden harlequins.
I could have gone to see ‘The Garden Of Earthly Delights’ triptych.
Or ‘The Black Goyas’ (painted at home by a half-mad old deaf man),
but best I stay right here, partly hidden by the heavy curtains.
Collecting dust on my eyeballs. Slowly bleeding out.
A lemming on a clifftop.
A kitten in a gunny-sack.
I open the sallyport and close
the first door firmly behind me.
My white flag is unfurling.
I can feel my toes beginning to curl under.

Pablo Picasso's 'Guernica'

Penis Stone vs Vagine (Results: Week 1)

Penis Stone- 13,475 views
Vagine- 8,309 views

So far Penis Stone seems to be taking an early lead, the photo of Kieron in particular seems to be pretty big with flickr's gay community (I'm comfortable with that - Kier) recieving a whopping 8593 hits on its own.

There's not much in it at this early stage though.

no idea...

well, just came back from dinner. nothing to do now, i think lol. anyway glad to have everyone from aussie came back to tanah tumpahnya darah mu XD. jean, cheah and also mei pei. sorry to mei pei that im yet to meet you even though you are the 1st i to touch down here.



anyway we shall meet during xmas party next week.

oh ya, congrats for those who got him/herself a gf/bf



im still single, so lonely, so cold...



nah, just kidding la. i dont really mind. got mai sapu lo, dont have mai dont have lo



i think i have to start shopping for xmas present. btw jean whats the minimun price for the present. i know even you set the price also some of them wont follow. you know who you are



looking forward to meet u guys next week! dont FFK!

Stash The Gash

Tis the season of the office party (hurrah!)
so in honour of this ritual humiliation, we've thought of a whole new way of disgracing yourself in front of the bosses.

Let's play 'Stash The Gash'.

The rules are simple:-

1. Take one smutty magazine.
2. Cut out several vaginas.
3. Divide them evenly amongst a small group of the most childish people you know.
4. Stash them upon the person of as many unsuspecting colleagues as you can
(without them noticing).
5. Bonus points are awarded for stashes upon senior company figures.

...and that is Stash The Gash folks. Game on.

Penis Stone vs Vagine (a social study)

Which flickr group do you think will receive more hits?

Penis Stone: A stone that looks like a penis:
or
Vagine: A mouth that looks like a vagina:

let the internets decide.

what goes UP must come down

wassup people, just had a busy week. not just busy bout study but also duty. yup RC duty for the Bukit Antarabangsa land slide case.












1st day, we went the S.K Ulu Kelang at 10pm to "guard" those raw food sponsored by "ah ping ko ping ko" ppl =.= 4am boil water! boil eggsssSSS






























supper time!

6am, received call that scene site base short of man power, @.@ have to O.T, it started to rain by the time we went up to the Bkt Antarabangsa














is that your car?!?!!?

1st task we received - throw rubbish =.=
2nd task - call up tnb for electric supply for out base station
3rd task - carry stuff, for eg - lemang, packed food, n more food!

those packed food........ all went into alam flora's truck. you know why. alot companies were sponsoring food for eg -Mcd, Concorde hotel etc etc. if you were there, will you still be sitting there eating white rice with vege and curry chicken??

the last thing we did was helping the neighgourhood carry thier luggage to their car out side the area. it was fun until the last couple we were trying to help. we dont know where they stay until we reached the condo on top of the hill ><

















gogogo!














while waiting for the couple to pack their stuff

few days later, went back to the school again for mass cooking....













me n my banana XD

hopefully bkt antarabangsa can start rebuilding in the nearest time, and also hope that there wont be another land slide case like this happen again.

Nighthawk Carbon Monoxide Detector Manual

exchanging knowledge

You know how to speak French, you dream of learning English, or maybe the kitchen to make kites, it's time you interest in exchanging knowledge.




More information by calling the PREFOB: 0594 38 19 06 / 06 94 28
April 14

Take Me Back To Medicine Tail Coulee

“Nutskaveho!" came the cry on
that hot summer's afternoon. "Nutskaveho".
"The Bluecoats are coming! They are coming!"
And the Hunkpapa, they spoke the truth,
for there were indeed plenty of pony-soldiers,
and I could clearly hear the music of their bugles.
The fighting men of the Sioux swarmed
at the Bluecoats like bees from a hive,
and very soon the smoke
of the shooting and the dust
from the many horse's hooves
began to somewhat cloud my view of the hillside.
The white Starchief was dressed finely,
in buckskin, coat and pants, and was
kneeling down with his hands resting in the dirt.
His hair was long and loose, and somewhat
like the color of the grass when the frost first comes.
He had been shot through the side, and there was
blood trickling from the corner of his open mouth.
He seemed to be watching the red figures
as they moved slowly all around him.
Then the Indians closed in, and I did not see any more.
The old men say that only the Earth and the Sky last forever.
They spoke truly. They are right.


Trailer for the stageplay 'Yellow Longhair' (2000)

TaDa~ ("\(^o^)/")

hoo~ im back! sorry for m.i.a for quite some time



lazy to update (busy playing) + busy during weekends = no update
see, 1 post already so fast lol

Boots Leather Mistress

Games Wooden

Not sure yet what to put under the tree for your little nephew?

A nice wooden toy Guyana crafted by expert hands (or learning), it would be nice?

Come help Santa and meet Magali and Jean Pierre WORKSHOP INERY

It Sunday, December 7 from 10am to carbet grain.

Open to all and free.

As always remember to ask around and sign up.

W.W.H.D.

In times of scholastic strife and agony, when I'm on the verge of starting a bonfire in the periodicals (and then ripping out my hair so that I can make it smell worse), I find myself asking myself what Jesus what do...
















Except not really because that guy didn't even have his GED.

So I find myself asking myself what Hilary would do, and inevitably hear that guy going "Do you even KNOW who my FATHER is?!"

And I'm all "Where the heck are you, your voice is everywhere, are you a ventriloquist or something??"

Which buys me some time while he goes ask his daddy what ventriloquist means, and I get on with it.

More often than not, my sister Hilary would listen to Dolly Parton and Kenny Rogers sing Islands in the Stream.

And so, if you're worried about school or your hamster has a cold or your cousin Vinny broke his hip, you might feel better if you listened to Dolly Parton and Kenny Rogers sing Islands in the Stream.



Also, my supercool friend Ayan recently told me that it wasn't until relatively recently that she realized Dolly had implants.

Well she's probably known for at LEAST a decade, but it took here awhile to accept it...

So here's Ayan looking supercute!
















Well, if you can't stand to listen to Dolly and Kenny more than once, and you're still a little worried about something, then you should do what I've been doing after Islands in the Stream is over, which is Listen to Fleetwood Mac.


OH MY GOD, I LOVE THAT SONG!!!

WIMPS, BLIMPS AND SNEAKER PIMPS.

Thisisme...NOW!

















I saw an 11 year-old private school kid on the bus last week with a backpack twice his weight and thrice his width on his back. And I wanted to say "Hey little buddy, I know how you feel..."
















Why did I just hear that in a Mitch Hedberg voice?? Weird.





















If I don't hurry up, he might finish university before I do.
















Anyway, I used to have some Adidas Gazelles, right??
















It seems like they're hard to find, at least in my size. (Six.) And there are some weird new ones that say Gazelle but aren't the same as the ones I had in '95. There are some stupid ones that are shiny leather and not suede. Maybe they always existed but who cares, they're uncool. My old roommate Darcy Cooke has some new Gazelles that say Gazelle SKATEBOARD and I wasn't that pleased when he pulled up the cuff of his pants to show me...

My steady tells me on his recent NYC ventures, he went to TWO Adidas warehouses and still no luck! What a catch, but he better get me some by 2009...

I remember knowing very well that Gazelles were cool and Campuses were lesser than.

















"POSERS" wore Campuses. And I was the real deal?? Shit, who knows?!

Maybe because Campuses had negative college-bound connotations, who knows...

Either way, Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness was my jams.





















One time, when I was in grade 6 and people a year older than me who hadn't failed a grade were in grade 7, this girl in grade 7 loved my Gazelles so much that she was like "OH MY GOD, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LET ME BORROW THEM FRIDAY! I HAVE A DATE WITH A HOT GUY FRIDAY! PLEASE!" I let her borrow them. 5 years later she was a lesbian.

I'm not putting anyone down here, I'm just saying. When I heard she'd come out, I immediately thought of when I lent her my shoes for her hot date.

So...my sneakers I wear every other day are my blue suede with yellow stripe North Stars. I got them at Athlete's World for 20 bones about a year and a half ago, and I guess they were some dying out re-issue because I want some more and they are super hard to find.



My North Stars are basically a cross between the Gazelle and the Onitsuka Tiger.
















My steady only wears the Saucony Jazz.







Except for this one time he worse these brown leather boat shoes he bought for his mom's retirement party at his mom's retirement party.

It was funny, this one time, we went to have lunch with my sister's roommate Lindsay Rogers and our friend Mansa right after Lindsay Rogers saw Richard Gere on the street??

And Lindsay Rogers was like (to Devin), "Oh cool, they're like platforms!" in regards to his sneakers. There's the low-pro and then there's the just regular ones. And they make you taller, yes, it's true, Lindsay Rogers.

Devin and his ex-girl lost their Saucony Jazz virginity to one another. Or rather, at the same time I guess. They got it(s) for cheap and I think I just found a picture of them whilst googleimaging!

















Anyways, I guess this means that when Devin gets back from his tour this week, I don't have to do anything especially annoying like shave my legs!

WOOP! WOOP!














YAAA! YAAA!














Wait, wait, this one's the best.





















Oh hey there little guy... Am I right?!

Oh good LORD! Just LOOK at this wittle PANDA!





















I dedicate that there baby panda to Mike Chiu, lover of all things cute.

I have to go write an essay now. I'm tired just thinking about it!

But probably not as tired as Scott Speedman gets from running through my mind throughout 92% oh my daydreams...

A Previously Unknown Organization Identifying Itself As The Deccan Mujahideen

My receipt from the Starboard bar
of Mumbai’s Taj Mahal Palace hotel
that Palm Sunday afternoon 4 years ago,
shows that we rehydrated with
a couple of Kingfishers, washed down
with bottled water from the high mountains.
I remember Formula One playing on a big-screen.
I remember complimentary packets of salted nuts.
The hotel's vaulted alabaster ceilings,
crystal chandeliers, hand-woven silk carpets,
dramatic cantilevered stairway and air-conditioning
had offered us an almost surreal respite
from the hawkers, gawkers and untouchables
outside on the streets of India's maximum city.
The next day, I remember catching an Ambassador taxi
back across the foul-smelling creek
and down through the outskirts of slumtown
to the Vee-Tee railway terminus.
There we boarded a train
which we didn’t get off of
until 36 hours later.

Browse the menu at Mumbai's Leopold Cafe

Etiquette Inivation Dutch

One particular Sunday ...



Sunday morning in the hut there was the seed: children (wise) together with their parents, the yellow paint red or blue, board games, calendars, play dough that sticks yuck ( but feels colombo), the games of our childhood to the beach where there is one at each end of two strings with a shuttle that wanders between the two when it spreads his arms (I do not know at all how it 's calls), tap water flavored games awalée canned egg cup and ball of cardboard, adults studious, games of hide and seek in the garden, coffee and tea with mint, Registration last minute ideas, clay, fish, stylized stained pants with acrylic paint, a family of Maripasoula the Ludothèque BLUE PISTACHIO, a mobile tree seeds, bursts of laughter, concentration and color ....

But do not you??

There is still time to catch up and do it again Sunday 07, 14, 21 December . The program Puzzle Wooden Guyana Musical Instruments in recycled materials, and Christmas decoration. Do not delay in registering places are rare ....

Son Nom Est Soko

The Scala in King's Cross
used to be a cinema.
Which is a happy coincidence,
because Stéphanie Sokolinski
used to be a movie actress.
In her vegan cowgirl boots
and Betty Boop smock-frock,
she steals tonight's show right from
under the nostrils of her Scandinavian hosts.
And she gets away with it because she’s so goshdarn cute.
Hardball cute you might say.
Soft on the outside and all crunchy in the middle.
95% sugar concentration.
Just the way I like my chanteuses.

Soko at Last.fm

Soko sings 'I Will Never Love You More'

MILKSHAKES ARE BORING.

Went to the dentist today. Things look better but I'm not allowed to chew for ONE MONTH.

Today on the wheels of walkman we have In Utero from a little known band called Nirvana.






















It came out two months after yesterday's fave, Siamese Dream, in September 1993.

It is worth noting that Miley Cyrus was zero years old at this time not that there's anything wrong with that.




















PEACE MILEY! (I know, I know, you were 10 months old; big whoop.)

By the way Alliy Brown, the In Utero tape is yours. I took it from your tape stash when we used to live together. I wasn't stealing, I just forgot to give it back.

















(Show me your tape player and you can have it back. Shit...last week when I was trying out my discman, I found myself listening to your pink Bran Van 3000 CD?? That was actually an accident...)

One time when Alliy turned 18 I made her a mixtape because we were going on a 2 hour car ride and her car was kind of a shitbox and I knew it had a tape player, plus it was her birthday like I said, right?





















It turned out they had gotten a CD player installed and the tape player was no longer. At this point, I started to think that giving her The Goonies on BETA for Christmas was a bad idea.

























Six months later, Alliy was working at Pita Pit where they had a tape player. She told me that she totally loved my tape and it was great to listen to at work.






















One day one of her co-workers stole it. It was a good time to say, "This is the pits. The PITA pits." And so she did. (I hope.)

This is probably a good time to mention that Jessica Biel's ex-boyfriend is hotter than her current one.






















What, you don't think so??






















You're WRONG.

2 GIRLS, GREY CUP.

So, what is this "Grey Cup Weekend" I keep hearing about...





























By keep hearing about I mean that no one I know in real life has mentioned it, but on AM940, some guy was talking about it all last week without actually talking about it (because I still don't know what sport it aligns with...uh-gain.) and he was all like "Montreal, get READY!" and going on about how whoever hosts the Monday morning show is going to be "Hung-OVER!" (on Monday.) So football is a Sunday thing meknows, and so I think it's football. I'd say I'm 90% sure it's football. But as I absentmindedly listened to Grey Cup babble over the past week, I know I thought it was hockey and then a day or two ago, it occurred to me that it was football maybe, because I started to feel sure I had learned it was football some other year.





























Guess who cares?! (Probably not Alfred.)



Anyways, I hope the Grey Cup is basketball because I like basketball, sometimes.



I'm not good at it or anything, but it's sort of fun to watch, sometimes.



























And it brings back good memories.



































What a dorky name Dennis is. Unlike "Electra..."













































Porno for Pyros!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!



So I hope that I win tickets to the Harlem Globetrotters from AM940 this week. It usually happens around 8 am weekdays that they play a song and then there is a question and then there is a winner.



At least that's how it went last week. They're not coming until April, so who knows...



And here is a poem I just wrote my steady in the wonderful world of hotmail improvisation.



Love is a burning flame,

Gingerbread lattes are bogus.

When school is over and done with,

Let's go to a party in togas!



When in Rome,

We'll wear them too.

And why not also,

In Katmandu??



It's getting even like Stevens,

That Cat is on the ball.

I'm losing my religion to Yusuf Islam,

Stipe, meet me at the mall!



In the foodcourt.

By the fake plastic trees,please...



By: Me







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