Off to my Vacation!!

I will not be blogging for the rest of the week. I'm off to my vacation to reboot my system of all the stress accumulated this year :-D.

I'll be hanging out in Penang most of the time, painting Batu Feringghi red, enjoying some sun, the beach and hopefully some pretty sights...



Will be resting, with a good book and a cold drink in my hand (see example below!)...



errr, minus the bikini part and the strange looking dude behind, maybe just imagine the beautiful lady is on top of me or something...

I've added a notify list on the side bar, so please add your e-mail there so you'll get an update once the blog is updated again...

So here wishing you a great week ahead, and please drive safely during the holidays...

miss me!!

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Matrix Revolutions - 3rd Viewing

First of all, this will be a confusing post. I confused myself reading it!

I watched Matrix Revolutions for the 3rd time yesterday. Yes 3 times!!

I discovered that, when the Oracle said things about balance and how she wanted to unbalanced it, what she wanted to happen was let the Matrix go unbalanced so the Machines would be forced to make peace with Zion.

So the desicion Neo had to make was to lose to Agent Smith. At any point of time they can't beat each other. They are the balance of each other hence will need each other to survive in the Matrix. Nobody had any idea what will happen after that. That's what I gather when the architect said that the Oracle had played a dangerous game...

When he lost the Machines did a boot on him. Letting agent Smith win will destroy the Matrix but letting the humans revolt will cut their power source out! So in the end a peace is achieved through an un-balanced in the Matrix. So plugging off Neo destroys Smith? That one point I missed, maybe a 4th viewing is in order!!

Anybody else got their own take of the movie? all I know that this is a brilliant modern-day trilogy!! Brilliant!!

Go and watch it for a second time! Trust me you won't regret it!!

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a cigar, a cup of cofee, the meaning of 'Friendship'

Met up with 2 of my best buds last Saturrday.

We wanted to catch Matrix Revolutions. Yes, it's my second viewing. Since we had time to spare before the movie, we had dinner first at the Fish Shop in KLCC. Dinner with my best buds, is indeed delightful and always a good way to spend the day despite the snail-pace service the F&B establishment had to offer.

After dinner we had coffee Starbucks. I'm not a great fan of overpriced cofee, but I have made plans to lit up a Cigar so this is inevitable. A good cup of coffee definitely goes down well with it. I've only had one experience with a 'good' cigar and had since been longing to have more but money is always a factor that has kept me away from it. I wanted to have one to prevision an outcome of the highly anticipated dinner I'll be having with various cigar enthusiast on the 5th of December. The cigar was great, rekindling the wonderful experience I had when I smoked my first Cuban. I can't correctly describe the feeling, but it was a great smoke, it was.

I don't know whether it's It must be the cigar or the coffee, but I had one of those mind changing discussion with my best buds. We talked about everything and anything that did not escape our minds, and how quickly we realised that our friendship was strong due to our understanding. At the end of the conversation we all agreed that:-

Friends are a group of people who finds time despite their busy schedule to hang-out together. A group of people who would not judge or dictate only to offer advise and will accept each other despite of their differences without any prejudice or ill feelings. Each individual is different, but that difference is what makes each of the person special. Once you can get past the different and accept people as they are then only friendship will survive.

To Easter and Bsingh, thanks for your time and love man. Let's do this more often it's good for the soul.

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Selamat Hari Raya!

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Alexander Papaderos - What Is The Meaning of Life?

I was planning to post this after the holidays, but I tought maybe now is a good time while there is still an audience. Since this is afterall a good month, I hope everybody can spare some time to read the whole story and maybe help to start changing the world into a better one...


I got this read to me by a person, who since then I regard as a special person who I dearly respect and hope that this person has a wondeful life in return for giving people hope in her own special ways.

I promise her that I'll share the story, as the story brought some meaning to my life. It's important enough to me that it forces me to look at myself and discover what I'm been longing and what I've not been doing.

We as humans of all creed and religion, should understand how we affect other people with our actions positively and negatively and take responsible for all of our doings.



What Is The Meaning of Life?

"Are There Any Questions?"

An offer that comes at the end of college lectures and long meetings. Said when an audience is not only overdosed with information, but when there is no time left anyhow. At times like that you sure do have questions. Like "Can we leave now?" and "What the hell was this meeting for?" and "Where can I get a drink?"

The gesture is supposed to indicate openness on the part of the speaker, I suppose, but if in fact you do ask a question, both the speaker and audience will give you drop-dead looks. And some fool -- some earnest idiot -- always asks. And the speaker always answers. By repeating most of what he has already said.

But if there is a little time left and there is a little silence in response to the invitation, I usually ask the most important question of all: "What is the meaning of life?"

You never know, somebody may have the answer, and I'd really hate to miss it because I was too socially inhibited to ask. But when I ask, it's usually taken as a kind of absurdist move -- people laugh and nod and gather up their stuff and the meeting is dismissed on that ridiculous note.

Once, and only once, I asked that question and got a serious answer. One that is with me still.

First, I must tell you where this happened, because the place has a power of its own. In Greece again.

Near the village of Gonia on a rocky bay of the island of Crete, sits a Greek Orthodox monastery. Alongside it, on land donated by the monastery, is an institute dedicated to human understanding and peace, and especially to rapprochement between Germans and Cretans. An improbable task, given the bitter residue of wartime.

This site is important, because it overlooks the small airstrip at Maleme where Nazi paratroopers invaded Crete and were attacked by peasants wielding kitchen knives and hay scythes. The retribution was terrible. The populations of whole villages were lined up and shot for assaulting Hitler's finest troops. High above the institute is a cemetery with a single cross marking the mass grave of Cretan partisans. And across the bay on yet another hill is the regimented burial ground of the Nazi paratroopers. The memorials are so placed that all might see and never forget. Hate was the only weapon the Cretans had at the end, and it was a weapon many vowed never to give up. Never ever.

Against this heavy curtain of history, in this place where the stone of hatred is hard and thick, the existence of an institute devoted to healing the wounds of war is a fragile paradox. How has it come to be here? The answer is a man. Alexander Papaderos.

A doctor of philosophy, teacher, politician, resident of Athens but a son of this soil. At war's end he came to believe that the Germans and the Cretans had much to give one another -- much to learn from one another. That they had an example to set. For if they could forgive each other and construct a creative relationship, then any people could.

To make a lovely story short, Papaderos succeeded. The institute became a reality -- a conference ground on the site of horror -- and it was in fact a source of producive interaction between the two countries. Books have been written on the dreams that were realized by what people gave to people in this place.

By the time I came to the institute for a summer session, Alexander Papaderos had become a living legend. One look at him and you saw his strength and intensity -- energy, physical power, courage, intelligence, passion, and vivacity radiated from this person. And to speak to him, to shake his hand, to be in a room with him when he spoke, was to experience his extraordinary electric humanity. Few men live up to their reputations when you get close. Alexander Papaderos was an exception.

At the last session on the last morning of a two-week seminar on Greek culture, led by intellectuals and experts in their fields who were recruited by Papaderos from across Greece, Papaderos rose from his chair at the back of the room and walked to the front, where he stood in the bright Greek sunlight of an open window and looked out. We followed his gaze across the bay to the iron cross marking the German cemetery.

He turned. And made the ritual gesture: "Are there any questions?"

Quiet quilted the room. These two weeks had generated enough questions for a lifetime, but for now there was only silence.

"No questions?" Papaderos swept the room with his eyes.

So. I asked.

"Dr. Papaderos, what is the meaning of life?"

The usual laughter followed, and people stirred to go.

Papaderos held up his hand and stilled the room and looked at me for a long time, asking with his eyes if I was serious and seeing from my eyes that I was.

"I will answer your question."

Taking his wallet out of his hip pocket, he fished into a leather billfold and brought out a very small round mirror, about the size of a quarter.

And what he said went like this:

"When I was a small child, during the war, we were very poor and we lived in a remote village. One day, on the road, I found the broken pieces of a mirror. A German motorcycle had been wrecked in that place.

"I tried to find all the pieces and put them together, but it was not possible, so I kept only the largest piece. This one. And by scratching it on a stone I made it round. I began to play with it as a toy and became fascinated by the fact that I could reflect light into dark places where the sun would never shine -- in deep holes and crevices and dark closets. It became a game for me to get light into the most inaccessible places I could find.

"I kept the little mirror, and as I went about my growing up, I would take it out in idle moments and continue the challenge of the game. As I became a man, I grew to understand that this was not just a child's game but a metaphor for what I might do with my life. I came to understand that I am not the light or the source of light. But light -- truth, understanding, knowledge -- is there, and it will only shine in many dark places if I reflect it.

"I am a fragment of a mirror whose whole design and shape I do not know. Nevertheless, with what I have I can reflect light into the dark places of this world -- into the black places in the hearts of men -- and change some things in some people. Perhaps others may see and do likewise. This is what I am about. This is the meaning of my life."

And then he took his small mirror and, holding it carefully, caught the bright rays of daylight streaming through the window and reflected them onto my face and onto my hands folded on the desk.

Much of what I experienced in the way of information about Greek culture and history that summer is gone from memory. But in the wallet of my mind I carry a small round mirror still.

Are there any questions?

from the book, It Was on Fire When I Lay Down on It, by Robert Fulghum

I'm hoping to get the book this Saturday in KLCC for a spritual read this holidays, if you want to borrow it later on please feel free to mail me.

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1 day to the holiday..

I do not know why I'm still going off to work today!! arkkkkkk...!!

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I'm sorry. Terribly sorry.

Enetation is not working anymore so I decided to switch, I don't think I could wait, as leaving comments on the tag-board can sometimes be a tad messy.

I'm on Haloscan right now.

However, please accept my sincerest apology, as I've not manage to save the previous comments in lieu of the change.

Ida, I think you commented something on the last post, I think it got removed when I was tweaking the comment scripts..sorry ya.

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What type of underwear should I go for?

GO and VOTE!! Excersice your rights!

There is a lot of talk about elections. So I decided to create a poll of my own.

Hey, if you could be so kind to vote in the poll I set up.

Just curious really, with women it's always the Thong!! I was wondering what type of underwear looks good on a man, so I decided to set up this poll.




Click here to go to poll.

GO and VOTE!! Excersice your rights!

I'll post the results after the holidays, provided the response is good. Thanks people!

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Sonnet

My friend maybe this words will help you, it is only suggesting that you're not the only one having the trouble you're having...


Sonnet by The Verve



My friend and me
Looking through her red box of memories
Faded I'm sure
But love seems to stick in her veins you know


Yes, there's love if you want it
Don't sound like no sonnet, my lord
Yes, there's love if you want it
Don't sound like no sonnet, my lord
My lord


Why can't you see
That nature has its way of warning me
Eyes open wide
Looking at the heavens with a tear in my eye


Yes, there's love if you want it
Don't sound like no sonnet, my lord
Yes, there's love if you want it
Don't sound like no sonnet, my lord
My lord


Sinking faster than a boat without a hull
My lord
Dreaming about the day when I can see you there
My side
By my side


Here we go again and my head is gone, my lord
I stop to say hello
'Cause I think you should know, by now
By now




BTW if you have never heard about The Verve, than shame on you...they are (IMHO) among the best band that came out from the UK. They're album Urban Hymns is hypnotic, provoking and down right beautiful.

Wonderful music to listen to on your loneliest nights..

Lyrics source
Picture source

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Song for people who is still stuck doing their exams...

This is is dedicated to those whose still stuck doing ther exams (e.g fel)

If you're stucked answering some of the questions in your exams just sing the chorus to this song.

If that doesn't help, do what I do make up the answer!!!

I Can by Nas

[Kids]
I know I can (I know I can)
Be what I wanna be (be what I wanna be)
If I work hard at it (If I work hard it)
I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be)

[Nas]
Be, B-Boys and girls, listen up
You can be anything in the world, in God we trust
An architect, doctor, maybe an actress
But nothing comes easy it takes much practice
Like, I met a woman who's becoming a star
She was very beautiful, leaving people in awe
Singing songs, Lina Horn, but the younger version
Hung with the wrong person
Gotta astrung when I heard when
Cocaine, sniffing up drugs, all in her nose
Coulda died, so young, now looks ugly and old
No fun cause when she reaches for hugs people hold they breath
Cause she smells of corrosion and death
Watch the company you keep and the crowd you bring
Cause they came to do drugs and you came to sing
So if you gonna be the best, I'ma tell you how,
Put your hands in the air, and take a bow

[Chorus - 2x (Nas and Kids)]
I know I can (I know I can)
Be what I wanna be (be what I wanna be)
If I work hard at it (If I work hard it)
I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be)

[Nas]
Be, B-Boys and girls, listen again
This is for grown looking girls who's only ten
The ones who watch videos and do what they see
As cute as can be, up in the club with fake ID
Careful, 'fore you meet a man with HIV
You can host the TV like Oprah Winfrey
Whatever you decide, be careful, some men be
Rapists, so act your age, don't pretend to be
Older than you are, give yourself time to grow
You thinking he can give you wealth, but so
Young boys, you can use a lot of help, you know
You thinkin life's all about smokin weed and ice
You don't wanna be my age and can't read and write
Begging different women for a place to sleep at night
Smart boys turn to men and do whatever they wish
If you believe you can achieve, then say it like this

[Chorus]

[Nas]
Be, be, 'fore we came to this country
We were kings and queens, never porch monkeys
It was empires in Africa called Kush
Timbuktu, where every race came to get books
To learn from black teachers who taught Greeks and Romans
Asian Arabs and gave them gold when
Gold was converted to money it all changed
Money then became empowerment for Europeans
The Persian military invaded
They heard about the gold, the teachings, and everything sacred
Africa was almost robbed naked
Slavery was money, so they began making slave ships
Egypt was the place that Alexander the Great went
He was so shocked at the mountains with black faces
Shot up they nose to impose what basically
Still goes on today, you see?
If the truth is told, the youth can grow
Then learn to survive until they gain control
Nobody says you have to be gangstas, hoes
Read more learn more, change the globe
Ghetto children, do your thing
Hold your head up, little man, you're a king
Young Princess when you get your wedding ring
Your man is saying "She's my queen"

[Chorus]

Save the music y'all, save the music y'all
Save the music y'all, save the music y'all
Save the music


Lyrics resource here

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New location New friends

Yeah I've moved, Big Pimp donated some space..

What a weekend! The tiring exams brought me down a little as I had approximately 2 hours of sleep yesterday, anyway things seems to be looking up again after a buffet dinner with new-found friends!

The scravians had a meet up with the hot babes (zack is also a hotbabe) of Technicolour-Dreamers

The attendees were Phyruzze; Mysara
Zero; Zack; Rocket and friend sanadt; Chikashaker and Sis Murni; Ayunami and Tom.

The food in Big Plate wasn't that good but the company I had was great, had fun despite the "head bopping not enough sleep, I think I flunk maths" persona I had throughout the dinner.

BTW, I did promise I would wear a bikini..unfortunately i'ts at the cleaners...so I attached a recent picture of me in one instead..this is me enjoying the sun thinking about the future in Hawaii...





hahahahahaha... ;-D

Let's do this again in the near future ya!

for dinner pictures swing by Mysara's babyblog...

bikini pic source

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I'm a Perodua Kancil!!

Got this from Natasha who got it from LcF

A breath of fresh air!

Which Journal Site Are You?

Apparently I'm clever, cute and practical.

As comented here from the quiz I'm practically a Kancil!!



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So what kind of car are you?

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On my third cup of coffee.

Yes, the 3rd one! I'm going to study the whole night till morning. If that what it takes for me to nail the exam. I will do so.

Pray for me.

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Movable Type - How?

I've been trying to put up Movable Type on some space that phyruzze has donated to me.

Unfortunately i'm still configuring how...is there any kind soul out there that would lend me some tutorial (an easy one) on how I could do this.

I figure out that I want to install it on the cgi-bin. And I'm clueless from there!!! Help me!!!

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Last Minute Studying

Been doing some last minute studying before the exams on Saturday. It seems that when I panic I seem to understand the topics better? Does this apply the same to you guys?

Do you experience the same thing?

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I lost my head

I kinda been feeling that I need some excitement going. I think I'm dull. Like real dull. Read D.U.L.L.








I need something to do that will keep me hunting for life, not life screwing me off my head. I lost my head. I'm searching for it but it's running away.

I do not understand how people can stand me. Hell my friends and family have been sticking by, I do not know why.

Is it possible that I've grown old? I think so, at this age I'm already worried about what I'm going to eat when I'm 50. I'm worried, worried all the time. I don't seem to be enjoying what's in front of me, only to speculate and predict how my life is going to end. Only old people do that, am I old?



Is this normal, or is this a phase. Some people say this is because my faith is not strong, some people say I worry too much. I think I'm stubborn. Failing to realise what's good for me, I only think of myself and how to escape life clean, only by myself.

Is it selfish that I want things to be done my way, by myself? Is that possible? Is that selfish?

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Super Bangat

I want to be Super Bangat!!!

Screw Superman, X-men, and Spiderman!!

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Test your IQ

I got this forwaded to me, if you happen to know where was it source from do drop me a message!! Try not to cheat!! The Questions are in bold...enjoy!!


Think Ure Clever?

Below are 4 questions. Answer them instantly. You can't take your time.

Answer them immediately. No pencil or paper! OK?

Let's find out just how smart and clever you really are. Ready? ... GO!!!

FIRST QUESTION: You are participating in a race. You overtake the second person. What position are you in?


ANSWER: If you answer that you are first, then you are Absolutely wrong! If you overtake the second person
And you take his place, you are second! Try not to Screw up in the next question.



To answer the second question, don't take as much time as you took for the first question.
(You know you took too much time.)

SECOND QUESTION: If you overtake the last person, then you are...?


ANSWER: If you answered that you are second to last,
then you are wrong again. Tell me, how can you overtake the LAST person?!


THIRD QUESTION: Very tricky math! Note: This must be done in your head only. Do NOT use paper and pencil or
a calculator. Try it.

Take 1000 and add 40 to it. Now add another 1000. Now add 30.
Add another 1000. Now add 20.
Now add another 1000. Now add 10.
What is the total?


ANSWER: Did you get 5000? The correct answer is actually 4100.
Don't believe it? Check with your calculator! Today is definitely not your day. Maybe you will get the last question right?


LAST QUESTION: Mary's father has five daughters:
Nana, Nene, Nini, Nono.
What is the name of the fifth daughter?


ANSWER: Nunu? Nana? Nene? NONO! Of course not. The
fifth daughter's name is Mary.
Read the question again.


You ARE the WEAKEST LINK!! Pass this along to someone
else who could stand a little fun and a challenge
today.

If electricity comes from electrons, does morality come from morons?

Hahahaha..me evil.

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RM 66.00

My updated Streamyx bill for this month show charges at RM66!! Whoopee!!!

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Almost Lost My blog Today

Man, today was scary!! I was twiddling via Blogger did some adjustment to my Template and after some adjustment I was ready to publish again.

I hit into some problems during publishing only to see my current template gone!!! Had to reconstruct again and that took me more than 2 hours!!

Geez, sorry if the page looks a tad bit strange, I'm still working on fixing it...

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Oprah Winfrey at 5.30 in the morning.

I've been catching up on Oprah Winfrey , in the morning.

Before you start saying on how my blog is starting to sound like the 'feel good channel', let me say that I've been feeling good these days ;-D

Well back to Oprah, Astro has been showing her feel good series of this season. So basically every show leaves the viewer at home feeling good after the show is over.

She showed how this small girl sang her way to fame which is kinda nice and leaves me with a little hope on what the future has to offer.

Oprah very impressed by the girl gave her this quote which IMHO leaves Oprah as the supreme Queen in the feel good business:-

"Your future is burning so bright, that it burns my eyes"

I thought the girl was great, thinking to myself if only I had that great of an aura at work!!

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Traumatic cut

Sometimes i wonder is there a different between your usual barber and the so called "hair stylist" in hair salons.







I hate haircuts, it's traumatic because not once in my life I would walk out of the hair salon happy with my haircut.

Today I got my hair cut, I thought I'm older now I should try to look sharp, well at least look presentable or look my age.

So there I go, I went in the 'stylist' ushered me to the chair looking not at all interested to cut my hair.

Years I've been going to salons instead of barbers, well basically barbers never want to hear my thoughts on how I want my hair to look. Never. Try if you don't believe me. They resist, they nod as if they give a hoot but they don't. Once they're done you'll look like your dad 10 years younger, ok..but like the 1980's style if you catch my drift!

Back to the salon, I went in, sat down. The 'stylist' rub some baby powder on my neck and straight away suggested "slope?". I was thinking isn't that style like 80's and all? So I said "nope". So I tried for the first time asking the 'stylist' on her opinion on what type of style would suit me. She seemed shock and confused over my question.

Then came the shocker, I thought I was making her day. You know someone actually wants to hear her thoughts, treat her like a pro rather then another person who cuts hair for a living? Guess what she said? Guess?! "Tell me how you want, better!!".

So much for 'stylist' so I just like explain a little bit and she goes"so trim a bit?" I went "ok" and endure through the trauma, and she went suicide bomber on my head....went out unhappy again. Maybe next time. Just go with the flow, the hair would grow back.

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Reviews on Matrix revolutions - I want to read yours!!!!!

Please leave a personal review on Matrix revolutions at the "comment" section...pwessseeee.

I personally felt it was a great show but I want to know what you think about the movie...If you dunnit on your blog then please leave a link..thanks!!!

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Bye bye 23!!

Ahh..today is my first day as a 24 year old. I had a quiet birthday yesterday, rewarding myself with some movie watching and ignoring studies and work totally.

I had to do that so I won't go obsolete on my feelings.


I've never fancied birthdays, celebrating others is great but celebrating mine never seemed right...

Spend half my night redesigning the site. Blogging keeps me excited about what life has to offer. Discovering blogs is my biggest present this year.

Phone calls and messages screams through the phone from people who cared and wants to see me happy. Yes I'm happy, I had 50 people singing happy birthday to me at 0930 in the morning and it felt great. In fact it felt darn great.....

Who knows getting older won't be bad after all...i got to start liking birthdays, my unhappy thoughts about it is losing it's battle...maybe I'm just old and tired of being unhappy.

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Matrix Revolutions....

i got 4 tickets to Matrix Revolutions.

No I'm not giving out any!! ;-D


I just can't wait!!!!

*shivering with excitement*

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What's your favourite 'feel good' song??

When I was driving to work, I was flipping through the radio channels suddenly Kokomo from the Beach Boys came on. I think it was on Mix or Radio 4.

It was one of my favourite 'feel good' song.

Best listened when times are hard and you need to tune out, play the song and you'll definitely go like - oh yeah everthing is going to be fine.

I was 9 when I got to listen to Kokomo for the first time and the tune caved in my head ever since.


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Aruba, Jamaica, ooh I wanna take ya
Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama
Key Largo, Montego, baby why don't we go, Jamaica

Off the Florida Keys there's a place called Kokomo
That's where you wanna go to get away from it all
Bodies in the sand, tropical drink melting in your hand
We'll be falling in love to the rhythm of a steel drum band
Down in Kokomo

CHORUS:
Aruba, Jamaica, ooh I wanna take you to
Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama
Key Largo Montego, baby why don't we go
Ooh I wanna take you down to
Kokomo, we'll get there fast and then we'll take it slow
That's where we wanna go, way down in Kokomo.

Martinique, that Monserrat mystique...

We'll put out to sea and we'll perfect our chemistry
By and by we'll defy a little bit of gravity
Afternoon delight, cocktails and moonlit nights
That dreamy look in your eye, give me a tropical contact high
Way down in Kokomo

CHORUS

Port au Prince, I wanna catch a glimpse...

Everybody knows a little place like Kokomo
Now if you wanna go to get away from it all
Go down to Kokomo

CHORUS

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Quentin Tarantino is brilliant

kung-fu action, sexy,samurai-blade, bloodbath, yellow-shoes, great music,Uma-Thurman, anime...

What a way to spend the weekend.

"Wiggle my toe"


5 blips out of 5.

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