Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Pazuzu In Da House, Yo!

This is not a racist post. Being Indian, it is my God-given right to speak, behave and comment on issues that pertain to black people. Ya' dig?

What is up, my fellow Negroes? Have you managed to persuade any bitches and HOs to perform oral sex on you lately? If so, I am pleased for you! Let us engage in an unnecessarily-elaborate handshake ritual immediately!

Okay. Now that the pleasantries are out of the way, I would like to ask my fellow brethren (especially my Indian brethren) a question. And that question is:

What the fuck?

I mean, don't you have enough problems as it is, you have to pretend that your ancestors were brought here as slaves, and because of that you have to spell your name with numbers and talk in rhymes to generic beats?

Let me say here that I'm not against black music. It's rap I don't get. I can't relate to it.
Black people used to SING about stuff that people could relate to. There was a time when, you'd have a black guy with only a slide-guitar, and he'd be wailing on and on about how he "done drank hisself a bottle of bourbon" because some "Devil-woman done stole his soul".

Now that's something we can all relate to.

But now, we have a bunch of Indian guys in some reality-talent show rapping about how difficult life is "in the hood" and it's all because of "Da Police" or something.

What the hell? What "hood"? Bangsar? Taman Tun? Where?

If you're Indian and you absolutely must rap, can't you rap about something that affects your community?
I mean, Denzel Washington has already won his Oscar, but Acappan hasn't won Best Actor for Whatever Acting Awards Thingy They Have Here, as far as I know. And that is an outrage!
Here's a sample of what would make a good Indian rap:

I climbed to the top of Everest
Then I died, but they won't let me have a Rest
In Peace, Yo!

And that's just off the top of my head.

And don't get me started on you Women. Because I'm going to start anyway:

Some moron MPs make a joke in parliament and you're all pretending to be outraged and shit, but when a black guy raps about leaving his bitches and HOs after they've performed an act that is unmentionable here because it is a family-friendly blog that would never use such words as blowjob, you're all bumping and grinding and humping the dance-floor like you're Beyonce or something.

If the MPs had said it in rap format, would that have made it ok?

Jasin: Batu Gajah leaks every month!
Featuring Beyonce: Uh huh! Uh huh!

Kinabatangan: Batu Gajah leaks every month, yo!
Featuring Beyonce: Fo' Shizzel My Nizzel!

Hah! I could just see all you women throwing your hands in the air and waving them like you just don't care as you read that.

I have many more examples of how you lot have about as much credibility as Vanilla Ice, but unfortunately I'm leaving now to drink myself a bottle of bourbon because some Devil-woman done changed the locks on my door.


Soalan Bonus:

What's the deal with 50 Cent? Why does he pronounce his name Fi'ty Cent? Does he have a speech impediment? How come he can pronounce the first F but not the second?


Thursday, May 17, 2007

Discussion Question:

If gay people are so oppressed, how come they're always so damn happy?
You don't see the rest of us skipping about the office all the time, do you?


I'm not against gay people, I'm just against exceedingly happy people. Okay? Sheeesh.

Monday, May 07, 2007


Guess what? Guess what? Guess what???


What the hell?

Are you going to guess or not?

Fine. Whatever.
Annnyyyway....guess what? No wait. We just went through that.
So I suppose I should just come out and tell you the good news:

Ahem...I, Pazuzu, have just....OhGosh...I don't know what to say....I mean, this comes as a total surprise...I mean...you see it happen to other people and you think "could it happen to me?"...and then you think "can you use quotation marks for thoughts?"...and then you think maybe I should use italics...and then you think "Fuck it. I'll use both just in case"...

So anyway, as I was saying (I'm saying this out loud as I'm writing, okay? So don't get all technical with me), I, Pazuzu, have just won...

A Thinking Blogger Award!!!


I, Pazuzu, have just won...

A Thinking Blogger Award!!!

No. I'm not drunk and repeating myself.
You see, I have actually won two Thinking Blogger Awards! One for this blog and one for my other blog and one for the little blog who lives down the lane! Which would actually mean that I have won three Thinking Blogger Awards except that that last bit was actually just a really humourous lyrical reference to the song Baa Baa Black Sheep and fuck it, never mind.

Two is enough.
Because, as far as I can tell, no one else, in the history of the world, has ever won TWO Thinking Blogger Awards. I verified this by Googling "Has anybody besides me, Pazuzu, won TWO Thinking Blogger Awards, in, like, the history of the world or anything?" and Google replied that:

Your search - "Has anybody besides me, Pazuzu, won TWO Thinking Blogger Awards, in, like, the history of the world or anything?" - did not match any documents.

If you don't believe me, you can damn well Google it yourself.
And, if Google says I'm the only one, then it must be true.
So, years from now, when some history teacher asks who was the only person to ever win TWO Thinking Blogger Awards and some dumbass kid answers "Gandhi" or something equally moronic, the teacher can whack him or ask him to ketuk-ketampi or administer whatever punishment they deem fit in the future for stupid kids who don't know their history.

Anyway, you might want to know that I received the award for this blog from a mysterious fellow named Mr Incognito who has a blog called Almost Anonymous who presented this award to me while wearing pantyhose over his head:

Photo courtesy of Jeff Ooi

Mr. Incognito then instructed me, at gunpoint, to name five blogs that make me think, before running off in a suspicious manner to a nearby 7-eleven. He did not say what the blogs should make me think of, but since this is a family-friendly blog which does not use dirty words like pipet, buret and penunu, I will resist nominating sex-related blogs like LilyLiverbird's.

So, here are the five blogs that make me think about non-sex-related things:

1) Aisehman - Political blogger who writes about politics in a very non-biased, non-sexual way although he does sometimes use dirty words so you shouldn't read it if you're a prude and can't stomach words like "Khairy".

2) The Road Less Travelled - Politics with humour, which, come to think of it, is not much different from what we get everyday in parliament. But. Oh well.

3) GemmaRose's - This blog boggles my mind. It makes me think "Wasn't there a blog here a few weeks ago?"

4) Potshots - It makes me think "Isn't this the same post I read last month?". I usually read it again anyway.

5) Lim Kit Siang - I never actually read his blog but, as is my right as a Rakyat, I keep tagging him with these ridiculous things to see if he'll respond. He never does. Typical politician.

There are some rules or shit that you poor tagged sods have to follow. They're really boring so I've put them in small print:

Note to tagged bloggers:
Congratulations, you won a Thinking Blogger Award!
Should you choose to participate, please make sure you pass this list of rules to the blogs you are tagging.
I thought it would be appropriate to include them with the meme.
The participation rules are simple:

1. If, and only if, you get tagged, write a post with links to 5 blogs that make you think,
2. Link to this post so that people can easily find the exact origin of the meme,
3. Optional: Proudly display the 'Thinking Blogger Award' with a link to the post that you wrote.

Remember to tag blogs with real merits, i.e. relative content, and above all - blogs that really get you thinking!

Oh, and since this is a Thinking Blog, I thought this post should end with something for you to think about. Something like those pictures psychologists show people and then they ask them "So, what does this picture make you think about?".

So I've closed my eyes and just scribbled this random shape from my subconcious which makes me think about gravity and it's effect on the public transportation industry vis-a-vis the financial analysis of the Darfur situation which might be, according to sources who decline to be named, a paradigm shift:

Now think, dammit! Think!