Star Celebs

The guys who are giving me money for ads Advertlets are allowing me to earn extra buckaroonies by writing a post about STAR CELEBS. Its quite easy to be honest, cut and paste content from , photoshop some pics and YAWN! booooorrrinngg. The last thing you would expect from me is to cut and paste and follow templates. I DONT cut and paste! and I hate the usual.

Oh well, I decided to create "BUB" a fictional character. Bub like all modern women dabbles with capitalism. What more fun than winning RM 50,000 gain stardom and snatch away Daniel Tan. Now ladies, click the screen on my sidebar when the advert comes up and you ll prob get to the website that have a higher resolution picture of him. For guys, May Wan is a cutie. Click furiously at my Advertlets box if you get realllllll excited when she appears.

Ok, I m required to let you guys on the details to Stardom. Go to or click on the advertisement when it plays on the right. Register by clicking register; Bub filled hers out:-


Just watch out for the dates flashing on the Advertlets screen for auditions. If it still shows something else. Click on the starcelebs link above. Ok ie dokie...I m off to sleep. Blogging advertisements is hard work.


Sardines & Armpits

Swivel me with ketchup and stick me into a tin, I feel like a damn sardine. Its in the Malaysian genes, I blame it on our legacy from Kota Raya (* a long bus that I use to pay 30cents to take ride to school to) and Yellow MiniBus ( 50 cents, smaller more modern bus) days where conductors would shout " Masuk lagi Masuk Lagi" (* translated go in go in )when clearly the only room is to hang out on the bottom rung of the ladder with half of the body exposed to passing traffic.

In rhetoric, I was not exactly right. Like all things in life, the closer to God you are ; (* in the LRT, the aircond ducts), the more you will be aware that are evils at the bottom. Any tall person on the LRT would know that when a person who has not taken a bath for a day sticks his hair under your chin, it is akin to smelling a thousand armpits next to your nose.

I felt it is only appropriate to aid my fellow rail transport travelers by creating a small little sign that should attempt to deter the stinkos out there.

PS. For good measures, I have added in Daphne's pic from Down in a Gulp as she shares the same agony as I do.


Kopi Luwak

kopi luwak

I had the privilege of sampling "kopi luwak" the other day, google it and you will find that this is the infamous Crapacino that many have giggled about. For the sake of trying very hard NOT to plagiarize, I call it poopocino. Well these terms are not far from the mark, Kopi Luwak begins its journey from a civet cat, mostly found in Indonesia and some parts of the Philippines. These cats have a particular taste for coffee beans, which are of course at times difficult to digest. Now, as of all things difficult to digest, they will undergo a process which I concoct out of thin air called pooposynthesis. These berries or rather its core will be "ushered" out of the the cat's body through the motion of squatting down, scrunching it's face and WALLA! Out it comes.

These berries are not all poop as one should note, the coffee cores are fermented through the civet cat's stomach acid juices, and pops out as rather intact rounds.

The methods in which Kopi Luwak is transformed begins by shoveling poop off the jungle floor, washing them, roasting em and grinding the crap out of them (* no pun intended)

Without much delay (* Yes yes, I know some of you cant wait for this) here is my assessment on the matter:-
It wasnt much aromatic as I had hoped it would be after having sampled much of San Francisco Coffee's Cable Car blend; which I would say is one of the most aromatic coffee blends around. But distinctly I would say that it scored well in its robustness and after taste which I though was...ahem ...

rather clean. I wonder why.


Misspelling established since...?

Was at One Utama; (a major shopping complex in Petaling Jaya a district off Kuala Lumpur to my international readers) over the weekend hanging out with the cousins. We walked into the Seed shop, and was rummaging in the bargain bins when I came across this T-shirt from Seed. I crap you not. Check out the spelling. SEED CORP ESTBLISHED SINCE 1990. Notice the "a" missing in Established. Prob why most companies just go for EST 1990.

" What is behind the curtain?" the short haired girl turned to Winston, " I dont know" he stood on his toes trying to look gaze beyond the red line segregating curious visitors ; drawn to the hall by shouts of excitement, and those carying golden tickets bearing the tom-bot logo.

She looked beyond the line, the evening dresses were out, tuxedos were hired a week in advance, clean shaven corporate folks chuckling nervously, a red faced overweight man with a cigar in his mouth laughing too loudly smacked a thinner man on his back, sending him forward hitting a waitress and spilling tall glasses with little umbrellas.

" Ready camera one" "Ready" " Ready lightsman" " Ready" ...The lights grew dim; the deafening chatter of the front row plus the shouts and screams from the back as one by one, television stars and musicians are recognized in front, display restlessness.

Spotlights began to move about, the chatter and screams grew to nervous giggles, a man in navy blue tuxedo moved to the rostrum in the corner and waited as the music began and as it soften he leaned closer to the mic; " Welcome to the Opening Event of the Decade!" The crowd roared. The back row chanted and jumped, led by a mysterious man with a tom bot T-shirt. The music started again, the front row stood up clapping, caught on to the back row chantings and screamed in unison.

" Fictional reality would like to present you, a night to remember; ITS ALIVE" the volume increased another notch, from the corner a string is pulled and the curtain drags its weight to the left, " ITS ALIVE" the announcer screamed.

Tiny bits of paper are released from the ceiling with gold balloons and spotlights swirling all around now. Its alive!


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