I hate it when I'm right about something, and what's worst...? people don't want to listen. Now that it has happen, nobody dares to show face.....

Farkers!!

On a different note, I suggested DJay Buddha for one of our parties. Nobody interested. Now, he's here with Thaitanium for MoS Hip Hop party. Suddenly, 'some' people got excited........ and its such a bad idea to ask me "why we didn't bring him before..?" HALLO!!! You all stupid or STOOPID?? All this while I do what....??

Nevermind la.... I go have my beer now... Man Utd is in the Finals!!!

PRB@dbl O on Tuesday Nights

The resident band PAGEBREAK did a surprise appearance last night and played to close friends. Intimate, passionate and promeganate. Not forgetting the guest bassist which played during the last set.

"I'm feelin' like a rockstar again'......

Next appearance..... 23 May - dbl O Anniversary.

वहत थे फुक्क इस गोइंग ओं!!

थिंग्स कैन गेट प्रेत्टी इन्तेरेस्तिंग व्हें थे मंद इस नोट इन थे प्रोपेर स्टेट ऑफ़ मंद!

हवे यू एवर वोंदर वहत यू कैन राइट अबाउट विथ अल ठेस ट्रांस्क्रिप्त? इ कोउल्ड स्क्रेव अल थे पीपुल इ क्नो विथ थिस!!

थिस इस फून!

Its 2.30am....... I was just awoken by a dream. No, it was not a nightmare. Just a dream. An unpleasant one. And no....... I didn't have any wet dream. It was as dry as the Mojave dessert, lonely as Akon's ass and sad as the sadistic dominatrix. All I could remember and see was 3 person, 2 familiar faces and a stranger whom I only know my name.

Not sure what was it all about but it has lots to do with the things that is going around me right now. An old man use to say, dreams are sleeping games. The mind is still working during sleep which succumb to dreams and nightmares. Some may be warnings, some may be intuitions, some may just be personal fantasies that are 'just fantasies'.

Since its only 2am, so early in the day, this dream should not be taken lightly. It is something real, it is reiterating it to me that I should take notice. I can't help but keep thinking about it. I need to go to sleep. Got to work in the morning..........

Oh man...... work. Its hard to be productive when you're not trusted anymore.

I think the definition of the above is called MIND FUCK.

FREAKIN' SHIT!!!

I was reading some stuff on the net and stumble on some pages of "Take the Gay Test". Being a Sunday night with nothing much to do or watch on TV, I decided to take the questionaire for fun. Nothing serious, just lame questions of daily routines and stuff. And it actually freaks me out. I did 3 other such 'tests'...... and freakin' shit!!!!! all the results were more or less the same!!!

The first test says........ "You're 66% Gay!"
The second test,........... "You're 64% Gay!"
The 3rd test................. "You're 68% Gay!"

WTF!!

Oh my......... am I really one........ ??


Goodness gracious......... HELP!!

Now, you should try the questionaires and see if they didn't snook me ..........

TAKE THE GAY TEST

I think the devil is fcuking with my mind, or..... am I getting really dumb or confused about all the situation. Suddenly, everything is wrong again....... even when instructions are followed to the every inch of the bakar wood. I may not have the money, or the best person for the job or knowledge...... but does anyone really watch and listen? I understand that people don't care what I know, what's important is what 'they' want.... but again, how can I be wrong when I'm following exactly what the orders are??!

How can anyone tell the zookeepers that the tigers have change their stripes when those people haven't been to the zoo for many many years? How can Maradona tell Pete Sampras that he is holding his racket wrongly? How can? How??

Well........ the ocean is wide. There are enough fish for everyone. They gave me a chisel to carve out a boat, while others have electric drills and jacksaw. Now, they blame me for taking too much time to built the boat, and all the fish have moved to other parts of the ocean.

Didn't know that it was my fault.....??

The morale is at all-time low. Not expecting a shoulder to cry on or a cleavage to ogle. This is a reason why guys like me have blogs. We only speak to ourselves. Some people call it mental-disillusion, self-pity, bla, bla, bla......... in simple English, its called LOSERS.

I'm not even looking forward to the Vietnam trip next week. The DJ workshop wouldn't help, I'm not in proper mind to conduct seminars or workshops, but getting away might just help. Being away for a few days with the Duke might even put the brain back in track.

Gonna channel the balance energy (not that I have any left) on charitable work. Gonna go collect donations for my new MacPro..............






- personal rant........I didn't post this. My other-self did it..........

Seriously, how desperate can one be?? From a guy's point of view, after taking the photo, what can you actually do with it? Would you be sexually satisfied? Is there anything new under that skirt? Does it talk? I know in some parts of the world, 'that thang' can smoke cigarettes, blow bubbles and even squirt liquids onto dart boards....... But really, what kinda satisfaction do you get from taking that photo?? Desperations has its limits.

Some people say, men's brain is equivalent to the size of his testicles, while women's are the size of their boobies(silicones are not eligible for this statement). I can't confirm because I'm never interested in human biology & anatomy. What I know is that........... I'M GONNA STOP DRINKING CORONA!! (I wonder if Heineken paid the guy to wear that t-shirt)

This week, I'm gonna gatecrash the Chivas party with Mr Montana aka Big Kahuna...... and bloody irritate the DJ.



Oh........ I heard, Yukun's playing...............

Staying home tonight was a blessing in disguise. No, I'm not talking about being able to watch AMERICAN IDOL..... the show is rigged. Every year the good singers goes home while the crappy ones get to stay and irritate the hell out of everyone. Instead, I got to finish my Red Bull Music Academy application form..... which consists of 200 questions that boggled your mind. Btw, the 'chosen one' get to go to Barcelona.... for free!! But of course, when your're there, you get to irritate every other entrants about what Singapore is all about, and that, Singapore is not IN China. Not that I'm expecting to get chosen or anything, but, you never know..... shit happens sometimes.....

Apart from that, I got to watch THE CONTENDER ASIA. Y'know that Muay Thai show made in Singapore....?? The show was so so...... Nothing much to look forward to, not even Jaymee Ong. But it did touch a lil' bit of my soul. Watching the guys training and fighting brought me back to my younger days when I was living in Thailand. It nearly brought me to tears.

I still remember how we have to wake up at 5am and clean the training compound, drink from the contaminated wells, eating rice and vegetables only, train from morning till evening....... We had to learn to kick each other (with minimum paddings), punch rice sacks with only pieces of cloth covering our fists. Nowadays they have gloves. back then, we only wear gloves during sparring. In the evenings, before we end our training, all of us had to learn the WAI KHRU RAM MUAY (Ritual Dance of Homage). Thats equivalent of the hakka dance. We were also taught how to respect the Mong Kon (headgear worn by Muay Thai fighters)

I'm sure you don't wanna know the rest. It gets pretty boring and sad actually.

If not for my injuries, I would have been there and be 'one-of-them'.

See if you can recognise me (9yr-old Razaq)

During my Muay Thai days, I also got to learn the art of SepakTakraw, which I eventually represented Singapore in the 1995 SEA Games in Chiangmai, Thailand. We'll keep that for another day. I'm gonna go rest my back now........ have a good weekend y'all.



P.S. where my naya at........

Yesterday, I went to the doctor for my back-ache. The pain was unbearable that I can't even lie comfortably. I had to slowly wiggle my way up and walk slowly to shower and get dress. Damn, I feel old! Since my regular GP is in Paragon, I had to properly dressed and travel all the way to town to see the doctor.

Here come the saddest part of the whole afternoon......

Total time I spent in the consultation room was 1 min 25 sec!! All she did was look at my back and asked if I need MC!! Damn it!! My back hurts.....

And guess what kind of medicine I got ??!! .... A dashed of medicated cream (the ones you use at soccer games), medicated plaster and paracetamol! WTF!! Like that I should just go Cold Storage, and not the doctor. And instead of giving me 3 days MC (normal for backaches), she say 1 day enough to rest. If still pain, can come again. Yeah right!! Come all the way to take MC??! Farker!!! If I'm lazy to work, I can afford to take leave or time-offs....... no need go doctor.

At this moment, the pain is still there. I've smeared the cream on my skin, plastered and taken paracetamol...... now what??!!

By tmw, if its still there, I'm going for traditional massage, if it doesn't work....... go "massage baby".........hehe.

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On a different note, we're on 'high alert' looking out for female-DJ for a new outlet. Apparently, its an all-female outlet. I was told that its something new an original....... errrrr....... Have you heard of Coyote Ugly? The cheesy joint at Mohd Sultan which was filled with lesbians? have you ever been to Tanjong Pagar? Which part of this concept is new? Btw, there are no female-DJ who play cheesy music. But what I can do is record the music as mixtape, put a beautiful girl wearing headphones behind the console and act like she doing something. How's that? Good idea, Razaq!

So here goes, if you know someone who know someone who know anyone, that killed someone, who wants to earn decent money by acting like a DJ, please give me a buzz. Only females...... no female wannabe, no female impesonators, no she-male. Don't try to cheat me coz I'll check!! Literally!!

Whatever your secret, I'll find out...!!

There was this prostitute who had three different rates based on the following three conditions:

1. $10.00 to have sex on the grass.
2. $20.00 to have sex on the couch.
3. $30.00 to have sex on the bed.

One day, a Mexican approaches the prostitute and slaps a $10 bill on the table. They proceed to have sex on the grass.
Later that day, an American approaches the prostitute and slaps a $20 bill on the table. They proceed to have sex on the couch.
Still later that day, an INDIAN man approaches the prostitute and slaps $30 on the table. Excited to see such a big spender, the prostitute said, "Finally, a guy with class..."
The Indian responds, "Class my ass... three times on the grass. "

"a smile goes a long way....."

Who does better "BLOWJOBS"????


The following photos were taken last week. Found a group of 'innocent-nonsence' group of people trying very hard to get each other drunk. The girls were trying very hard to get the lone-guy drunk so they can bring him back and show it to Mommy in the morning........ while the guy wanted to get the girls drunk so he could peep what brands of bra they were using..... heeh!!

I suggested they should try giving each other blowjobs....... hold on!! Put your corrupted mind back in place. I mean the 'blowjob' shot. (Be reminded that this is a family-oriented blog). Don't blame me....... blame the dictionary for limiting the explanations and suggestions, and meanings and, acronyms........ Nevertheless, whichever blowjobs that come to the picture has never been a sightful one.......

"O-o-o-o-ooooooo"

"wah.... not bad leh. know how to pull the hair
for good camera angle..... just like....
ermmm........."

"is that suppose to be foreplay....."

"thats right..... grap with the lips, not the teeth"

"oh dear.... we've got a green one. Or, just acting like one....?"

"oh boy..... its gonna get messy........"

If you're a fan of LUSH 99.5FM, you're up for an interesting month of May. Checkout the line-up for May's LushMix. There's a reason why they scheduled the 'boys' and 'men' on different months..... so as to achieve..... happiness, prosperity and progress for our nation.

And....... there's something else worth mentioning...... while there are others who infest the LUSH office with their mixtapes every other day, (which mostly found their way to the black trash bag), ........ ours get 'discovered'....... not sure how, but we do get discovered sometime.

I was told that some people made it a routine to send mixtapes to the LUSH office every week in hoping to be scheduled for a spot every month (or every other month). Once that is in place, he'll go around marketing himself as 'one-of-the-LUSH DJs'........ but such antics can only be made in KL, Bangkok and Jakarta. Sorry i can't mention names but its quite normal to do these things coz people are hard-up for recognitions and gigs.

I have a problem with this........

Sometime ago, we were screwed for having our Macbooks in the bar. Nobody asked what we were doing..... if it was even work-related. The questions posed was, "You think this is Apple store...?!"

Fine! We respect you and your policies, we'll keep our Macbooks, and not have them seen again in the bar.

So..... now what? For 3 straight days, these crappy laptop was seen in the bar from morning till the evening. It was moved later in the evening to the DJ console, taking valuable space where we keep our records, CD bags and other work-related stuff. No bloody respect for other people's space and even their own policies.

What's worst is that, they deny our Macbooks the freedom of space and prefer crappy shit laptops with irritating blue lights...... to 'beautify' the bar. If that's not enough, since when does playing Warcraft is 'work-related'..... Facebook games applications are also work-related? Is it fair to make the S-Pass staff do all the 'dirty' jobs while you sit down and talk on MSN? Then, when the managers come, take all the credits that the work was done by only 'herself'........

That's what happens when staffs are promoted for the lenght of service or for the sake of them not leaving, and not for their performance. Some are promoted to be the 'eyes' of others so that they don't lose out on informations or gossips.

Sometimes, we can have the best concepts for a bar, the finest liquors and wines, high-end equipments, good music and even award-winning bartenders, but if they main core of people can't even respect each other or even try working with each other, nothing will ever work. Nothing!

But then again, who am I to comment on all these. There are others who claims to know everything all the time. Others who claims being leaders in the industry, the best, the most experienced, the ......... Recognition is a marked of respect and well-liked. Self-recognition is totally a different ball....... I don't think its a good one.........

My apologies to all my blog-fans....... haven't been able to post anything past few days. Hasn't been in proper state of mind, body and soul. I know some of you have been wanting to ask, but don't hv the balls to do so.........

Anyways, I'm also in the mist of improving this blog-site. Soon, not only that you can read, see videos and photos...... you'll also be able to hear me talk-cock & crap the hell out of your brain. It'll be more like my own talk show with music and stuffs....... If you're familiar with Mr Brown, you know what I'm talking about. Maybe that way, you'll hear whether I'm talking crap, bull-shitting, complaining, drunk, serious, horny or just high on something.

Due to parental broadcasting rights, I'm not allowed to post videos of myself...... only voices are allowed. This is to safeguard the minds of the younger future.

Btw, in my next job application, under the COMPUTER KNOWLEDGE box....... I'm gonna put,

Facebook, Blogger, Serato Scratch 'Live', Tagged, Multiply.com, Redtube, Youtube,

Under driving license........

Traktor Scratch, my mother........ (Traktor Scratch - insider joke)(my mother - I can drive my mom crazy with my attitude)

Today I bid farewell to my partner-in-crime at EM Studio. Some people ask, "so you not working with him anymore...?" ..... how you all know we don't have plans outside this 'circle'? what make you think that we'd rather sit and talk shit...... watch this space..... and the empty space around you.  When something really happens...... don't act surprise.  Magic only happens when you have intelligent people around..........

THE END IS NEAR........ West Ham here we come! West who? I only know Wes Brown, and the only good West Ham was during the Trevor Brooking days.......

Liverpool, Arsenal and the rest ......... have a great summer holiday. Chelsea, lets go for 1 last sprint to the end.

Its getting pretty expected in the EPL as to who's the best. Regardless which season.

Sweet!!!!

At last got my hands on this gorgeous thing. All the myth about the problems was found downright manageable. No hacking needed, everything is running well. I'm not telling how much I got it for..... definitely worth it. Export price or not...... I'm paying as much as I was about to pay for the W910i.........

Now....... time to sell the 2 weeks old DOPOD and the other Sony Eriksson........

By the way, read somewhere that says God uses Mac...........

A man wanted to get married. He was having trouble choosing among three likely candidates. He gives each woman a present of $5,000 and watches to see what they do with the money.

The first does a total makeover. She goes to a fancy beauty salon, gets her hair done, new makeup; buys several new outfits and dresses up very nicely for the man. She tells him that she has done this to be more attractive for him because she loves him so much. The man was impressed.

The second goes shopping to buy the man gifts. She gets him a new set of golf clubs, some new gizmos for his computer, and some expensive clothes. As she presents these gifts, she tells him that she has spent all the money on him because she loves him so much. Again, the man is impressed.

The third invests the money in the stock market. She earns several times the $5,000. She gives him back his $5,000 and reinvests the remainder in a joint account. She tells him that she wants to save for their future because she loves him so much. Obviously, the man was impressed.

The man thought for a long time about what each woman had done with the money he'd given her.

Then.......................




He married the one with the biggest boobs..............



Men are like that, you know.

There is more money being spent on breast implants and Viagra today than on Alzheimer's research. This means that by 2040, there should be a large elderly population with perky boobs and huge erections and absolutely no recollection of what to do with them.

How to please your girlfriend or wife....... after you've done something wrong (Part 1)




Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. - (from some wise-old-muthaf*cker)

The Real Batman


Batman - “ Thank you for calling, this is BATMAN”

Caller - "Who am I speaking to?.."

Batman - "Batman..."

Caller - " May I have your name again pls?"

Batman - "My name is Bat-man..."

Caller - "Trying to be funny huh?!. What is your surname?.."

Batman - "Supar-man..."

Caller - "I got no time to joke with you! I want to speak to your manager... !"

This M1 advert won the local tv commercial competition. I wonder on what grounds?

Some say that its funny. Is the content 'funny', or it won because of the way they speak? You mean it won coz people like mocking the way Indians speak?? You mean its ok to mock others, but you can't be mocked?.....

For more racial mockings......

Time and again I hear people complain about the 'no-club-music' scene, 'boring' club events, and some ignorants saying, 'people don't understand my music, thats why they can't dance to my music'.... and all that crap.

For those that who are still living 'under the bucket', click here for the local DJ talents and their stuff...... maybe next time if you hear that they're playing somewhere, do come and support instead of saying it..... for real!

One more thing, there were some good local DJ nights at some unknown, small places. Unfortunately, not many of you really came to support. Just accepting invites via Facebook is not really 'supporting'..... With regards to all the talking but not supporting, it is quite sad that we lost another venue to showcase the local talents.

Nonetheless, we'll keep on promoting and supporting our local peers. Some people just talk,....... but we prefer do the walking first.

In the meantime, lets start by supporting THE MIXTAPE PODCAST. If the world is listening, why not you....?

So, some of you think that you are smarter, talented or even better than the rest? You think you're God's gift to music, mankind or women........? Maybe you should watch this........



Those who brags about who-you're-not, self-acclaimed-muthaf*ckers, and thumb-sucking-dickheads....... you're-not all that. This kid is!

At 7am this morning, as I barely close my eyes to sleep, my grandmother called my mom and demanded to talk to me. Oh no!! I thought something bad happen. I thought she gonna nag at me for not picking her up from the airport last night. I had to drag my ass off the 3-layer mattress and talk to granny. Guess what she has to say........?!

"Wah!! You're in the papers AGAIN!!....... Have you seen it?! have you seen it?! Normal people get into the papers only once in their life, you got 4 times in 10 years!!" - well Granma, I'm not your normal, typical Mat Yoyo.....

Apparently, she was more excited than me. Even Mom was cool about it. Maybe Granny got excited coz she found another angle to 'sell' me out. In other words, match-making me to her choices of 'potential candidates' would be more exciting. Oh ya......... I was given the ultimatum to find a bride by end of the year, or else, they gonna match-make me.

Anyway, I'll try and put up the article here if I can find a way of how to do it........ and share with everyone what was written. I'm still trying to locate and retrieve the other articles from the National Archives. The other 2 articles was half-page full, with lots more written about it.

Just in case if you stumble on the Malay paper, its in Berita Harian 5th April page 31 - ADAM Minggu Ini ( ADAM of the Week )....... no need to buy, I don't get percentage for sales incentive.

Its 4.30am....... I got home just an hour ago from a bloody-long-tiring day. Started the day at noon, went for a meeting, then off to the outlets to get things ready for the typical Friday night events. Today, I had 3 venues with 'live' bands....... all requested the extra attention to their set-ups and sound management. As much as I don't really have to do it...... its not nice to turn down such requests from the talents. I'd help them out anyway I can as long as they gonna have a good show. Its pretty sad also if I have to keep doing this even when I have my own crew/staff at my disposal.

Sometimes I wonder how I coped with the things I did or, where I got the energy to run around to get things done. The truth is ............. I AM FREAKIN' TIRED!!! but again, this is what I chose to do, and it keeps me sane. Yes I don't have social life, yes I don't date, no I don't have enough personal time, no I'm not married nor have a girlfriend, and ........ yes, I'm beginning to feel sorry for myself. Once again, I did this to myself.

A colleague today asked how I can manage myself doing all this? Seriously, I don't know....... and I don't want to know. I've been doing this for 10 years.... In my line of duty, I live by the statement....... "the show has to go on......" ........ However, someday it has to stop.

Another person thinks that I'm an "extraordinary" worker........ Yeah sure, extra work, ordinary pay?!.... hmm...... maybe?

(private ranting) On a different note, someone I know suddenly disappeared, again, without trace. Hopefully, everything's ok......... maybe things worked out well with the family, that's why I'm not needed anymore. Anyway, life goes on......

I'm thinking about having a quick getaway this sunday....... and find some quiet time on my own. Unfortunately, it's never fun running off alone........

Ok, gotta stop here. Gonna go watch Martha Stewart........ (yeah, I know it's phatetic)

The following is an incident I encountered sometime ago while I was on a flight back to Singapore on SQ...... after telling some friends about it, they agreed that such thing do happen. Not trying to demean our "Singapore Girls"... but you'd agree that the standards have fallen substantially. Nevertheless, I will still fly SQ whenever I travel.

It was on a flight from Narita to Singapore. After an hour on board, they were ready to serve dinner. Remembered that they were serving 'Rice and Cod something' or 'Beef and pasta or noodle something'......... and the conversation goes like.....

Stewardess : Hi Sir, would you like beef or cod?
Me: errmmm.... (trying to decide quickly..)
Stewardess : We're serving beef or cod, which would you like, sir?
Me : err..... ok. Can i have the fish, please?
Stewardess : Sorry, sir only beef or cod.
Me : Yeah, can I have the fish?
Stewardess : Sorry sir, we only have beef or cod.... no fish.
Me : Huh??! yeah, I want the fish?

(by now, a Caucasian couple sitting in front heard our conversation, turn back look at me, then the stewardess, then they started sniggering....)

Me : ok..... can I not have the beef?
Stewardess : Beef for you?
Me : No, the other one.

(by now, her colleague passed by and whispered something to her...)

Stewardess : Sorry sir, here's your fish and enjoy your dinner!

(after that, none of the in-flight staff wanted to smile at me anymore....)

Was it my fault that I wanted the fish..... or..... preferring fish than cod...????