Someday I will understand
In gods whole plan
And what he's done to me
Oh but maybe
Someday I will breathe
And I'll finally see.
Monday, August 15, 2005
just another soap
STARRING...
IMRAN ABDULLAH
as mr tony foo the male gigolo!
there once lived a datin...datin ros..she was a rich women. her husband gave her everything she needed and wanted...money, cars, dresses, houses, holidays, but he could never give the ultimate desire...a raised flag. so..out she went into the world of handsome, sexy, charming..male gigolos. she did not have to look far before she met the man who reflected all men she ever fell for. the perfect reflection of perfection....MR TONY FOO!!! clad in a white suit with hair glistening with wet gel..he took her breath away at the first glance and her clothes away at the first touch. hence started an affair she never thought would end.
datuk osman was a very busy man. his life ran on schedule. nothing went out of line. every morning he woke up, brushed his teeth, answered nature's call, showered, changed into his usual black suit with a silver tie, had breakfast with his wife, left for work...and well u get the picture. however..one day..on that one particular rainy day..he broke the dullness of his life. he went home earlier than usual...it was, anyway he's anniversary. upon arriving home...he saw the door ajar. this was followed by a trail of clothing..strewn onto the floor..with no sense of order..there was a certain 'wildness' about it. filled with curiousity and suspicion he follwed the trail of clothing...heart beating faster with eaach step he took..closer and closer to the end of the trail. wishing and hoping in his head to not let his thoughts and feelings run amock..he focused on the rhythm of his heart. reaching the door of his room..the trail ended. without hesitation he flung the door open...and there was datin ros and mr tony foo lying in bed asleep!!!! red with fury and blinded by anger..he screamed on the top of his lungs and lurged forward for tony's neck!
datin ros awoke screaming...throwing herself between the fiery bull and her matador but in vain. in the midst of punches and scratches..a cry of despair came from datuk osman. he fell back onto the floor. in shock. tony...coughing..recovering from the lack of breath..stood up and revealed his bruised neck to datuk osman. and there it was...the 'growth' which took datuk osman by surprise..which cause the cry of despair..THE BIRTHMARK OF THE OSMANS! only the son of an osman could inherit such a birthmark. the one which remains identical in all sons with the osman blood running through their veins.
"I AM YOUR SON!"exclaimed tony.
a thud was heard from the fainting datin ros and silence filled the room.
~THE END~
written by a friend of imran...who's currently 6000+km away.
IMRAN ABDULLAH
as mr tony foo the male gigolo!
there once lived a datin...datin ros..she was a rich women. her husband gave her everything she needed and wanted...money, cars, dresses, houses, holidays, but he could never give the ultimate desire...a raised flag. so..out she went into the world of handsome, sexy, charming..male gigolos. she did not have to look far before she met the man who reflected all men she ever fell for. the perfect reflection of perfection....MR TONY FOO!!! clad in a white suit with hair glistening with wet gel..he took her breath away at the first glance and her clothes away at the first touch. hence started an affair she never thought would end.
datuk osman was a very busy man. his life ran on schedule. nothing went out of line. every morning he woke up, brushed his teeth, answered nature's call, showered, changed into his usual black suit with a silver tie, had breakfast with his wife, left for work...and well u get the picture. however..one day..on that one particular rainy day..he broke the dullness of his life. he went home earlier than usual...it was, anyway he's anniversary. upon arriving home...he saw the door ajar. this was followed by a trail of clothing..strewn onto the floor..with no sense of order..there was a certain 'wildness' about it. filled with curiousity and suspicion he follwed the trail of clothing...heart beating faster with eaach step he took..closer and closer to the end of the trail. wishing and hoping in his head to not let his thoughts and feelings run amock..he focused on the rhythm of his heart. reaching the door of his room..the trail ended. without hesitation he flung the door open...and there was datin ros and mr tony foo lying in bed asleep!!!! red with fury and blinded by anger..he screamed on the top of his lungs and lurged forward for tony's neck!
datin ros awoke screaming...throwing herself between the fiery bull and her matador but in vain. in the midst of punches and scratches..a cry of despair came from datuk osman. he fell back onto the floor. in shock. tony...coughing..recovering from the lack of breath..stood up and revealed his bruised neck to datuk osman. and there it was...the 'growth' which took datuk osman by surprise..which cause the cry of despair..THE BIRTHMARK OF THE OSMANS! only the son of an osman could inherit such a birthmark. the one which remains identical in all sons with the osman blood running through their veins.
"I AM YOUR SON!"exclaimed tony.
a thud was heard from the fainting datin ros and silence filled the room.
~THE END~
written by a friend of imran...who's currently 6000+km away.
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
*alert* *alert* intruder in the house!
*alert* *alert* intruder in the house! the magnificent anthea has broken the code and will be leaving her most highly valued words and thoughts in this post. imran abdullah..u are one fortunate person today... for i, anthea, have accepted ur invite in writing in as a guest blogger. as u read this heed my words for they are priceless!
haha..ok enough crap from me. let's get down to the juicy bits! imran has so generously entrusted me with his username and password for his blogger account...not knowing what a huge mistake tht was! imran..i thought u knew me better..haha. now i will just fill in this post with nonsense and utter randomness. i know tht imran is currently being a patriotic singaporean and is watching the firework display on tv. oh yar happy independance day singapore! just realised tht there will be quite a number of singaporeans reading this blog...m'sia is still older than s'pore! oh no!i've just let the kiasu in me come out! not good! urgh! stuffing it back into the depths of my being again! haha...oh man..writing in someone else's blog is not an easy thing to do! words are not flowing from my brain as i thought they would! i think it's harder cause first u have no idea whether what u've written will offend the owner of the blog..secondly u have no idea whether ur ideas or thoughts will provoke the readers whom u've never met or known and finally..wht if those strangers..who know ur friend but not u..bases their first impression on ur blog entry as guest blogger?? scary thought..
if u've read the whole entry till this line..i congratulate u and thank u for ur attentiveness. it must have been torture to just read through tht whole bunch of crap up there!! unfortunately..my crap hasn't ended..so let the torture commence..again..:D i just feel like writing a whole long post of rubbish! wht i believe: fill urs with goodness and fill others' with trash! haha..hence u will always get the best out of everything..oh no! another kiasu escape! burying it even deeper now! but actually..weren't we animals once..and so we have the animal instinct in us..and isn't the most basic animal instinct is to survive..and to survive is to take everything good for survival..so..based on this association of wanting everything good for survival and the longevity of a certain species with the basic animal instinct..hence we can say tht kiasu-ism is actually a natural character of the human race...hmm...i wonder..u know wondering about things can actually relax u sometimes..well..it helps me relax..haha..but i'm just plain weird. as wht imran always says to me,"u're weird!" can't deny tht. haha..i take pleasure in almost anything and everything tht i can channel my energy into.
right..i guess by now ur eyes are getting really heavy and ur eyes are blurred by the amount of words strung together in one sentence. haha..whoops... my fault. i bet imran..if u've reached this far into the post..u must be cursing and swearing..haha..regret giving me ur password now?? :D ok..this shall be it from me.
i, anthea, will now end this extremely profound entry with a word of thanks and farewell. may u always hunger for answers..and may this hunger lead u to more questions.
anthea
haha..ok enough crap from me. let's get down to the juicy bits! imran has so generously entrusted me with his username and password for his blogger account...not knowing what a huge mistake tht was! imran..i thought u knew me better..haha. now i will just fill in this post with nonsense and utter randomness. i know tht imran is currently being a patriotic singaporean and is watching the firework display on tv. oh yar happy independance day singapore! just realised tht there will be quite a number of singaporeans reading this blog...m'sia is still older than s'pore! oh no!i've just let the kiasu in me come out! not good! urgh! stuffing it back into the depths of my being again! haha...oh man..writing in someone else's blog is not an easy thing to do! words are not flowing from my brain as i thought they would! i think it's harder cause first u have no idea whether what u've written will offend the owner of the blog..secondly u have no idea whether ur ideas or thoughts will provoke the readers whom u've never met or known and finally..wht if those strangers..who know ur friend but not u..bases their first impression on ur blog entry as guest blogger?? scary thought..
if u've read the whole entry till this line..i congratulate u and thank u for ur attentiveness. it must have been torture to just read through tht whole bunch of crap up there!! unfortunately..my crap hasn't ended..so let the torture commence..again..:D i just feel like writing a whole long post of rubbish! wht i believe: fill urs with goodness and fill others' with trash! haha..hence u will always get the best out of everything..oh no! another kiasu escape! burying it even deeper now! but actually..weren't we animals once..and so we have the animal instinct in us..and isn't the most basic animal instinct is to survive..and to survive is to take everything good for survival..so..based on this association of wanting everything good for survival and the longevity of a certain species with the basic animal instinct..hence we can say tht kiasu-ism is actually a natural character of the human race...hmm...i wonder..u know wondering about things can actually relax u sometimes..well..it helps me relax..haha..but i'm just plain weird. as wht imran always says to me,"u're weird!" can't deny tht. haha..i take pleasure in almost anything and everything tht i can channel my energy into.
right..i guess by now ur eyes are getting really heavy and ur eyes are blurred by the amount of words strung together in one sentence. haha..whoops... my fault. i bet imran..if u've reached this far into the post..u must be cursing and swearing..haha..regret giving me ur password now?? :D ok..this shall be it from me.
i, anthea, will now end this extremely profound entry with a word of thanks and farewell. may u always hunger for answers..and may this hunger lead u to more questions.
anthea
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