Ah Jib Kor's My Way

Highly recommended for karaoke.

Transcript of the lyrics (by Adelene Wee) from the video (song sung by Chom Lee):

I heard my end is near

And so I face my final burden

BERSIH, I'll say it clear

I'll fight your cause of which I'm certain

I've lived a life that's BULL

I've trampled foes and kept them at bay

And more, much more than this

I bought it my way

Regrets, now that's taboo

I'm warning you proceed with caution

I did what I had to do

And saw it through without exemption

I planned each chartered course

Each careful step with lots of foul play

And more, much more than this

I bought it my way

Yes there were times I'm sure you knew

Pisang goreng was all I could chew

But through it all when there was doubt

NST's there to edit out, I faced it all

I had the gall and bought it my way

I've urged, I've asked and cried

I've had my fill of London's calling

And now I'm PISSED inside

I'm begging you to stop interrupting

To think, I did all that

And may I say not in a shy way

Oh no, oh no not me, I bought it my way

For what is a man, what has he got?

If not Ah Jib Kor, then he has naught

To suppress the things he truly feels

'bout tyranny and dodgy deals

The records show, I've got cash flow

And bought it my way....

Yes, it was MY WAY.

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A bit on Jamie Oliver's Food Revolution

First of all, the first time I got to know about Jamie Oliver was an episode of The Naked Chef, a few years ago. His strong British accent was that of Cockney, I think, and his casual style was a breath of fresh air among those who are more concerned about posing for the camera. My wife used to comment on the common sight of obese Americans on television shows. Even in Pawn Stars, the two grandsons are good examples. Friends who had been to US also commented about the huge portion sizes of steaks, burgers and so on.

Anyway, last night, I chanced upon an episode of Jamie Oliver's Food Revolution in Huntington, West Virginia. Below is a link to his Foundation website...
http://www.jamieoliver.com/foundation/

When I started watching this particular episode, Jamie brought along local DJ of 93.7, Rod Willis, to a funeral parlour. Rod was described as Jamie's biggest critic of his (British) role in the US, in trying to have 1000 people to join him to cook. They actually had a bet on it. Anyway, at the funeral parlour, they were shown a huge casket meant for an obese person. The representatives commented that besides the casket size problem, there is the plot size problem at the cemetery. Even the alternative of having a cremation instead could pose a problem in the burning process! Anyway, it was meant to be a shock treatment to convince Rod of his mission to change the eating habits of kids and everyone else. A group of obese people were invited to give their views on their problems and they expressed hope since Jamie started the campaign.

Governor, Joe Manchin and his wife (referred to as First Lady by Jamie) with backdrop of 1000 pics

Later, viewers were shown a big board where pictures of all those who had cooked with Jamie were pasted on. There were over 100 vacancies to be filled before Jamie could win the bet with Rod. It was in this episode that the biggest critic was won over and became a fan himself when he too joined in the cooking. It was nice to watch the use of Chinese woks and Chinese style of stir-frying by flipping the contents. They actually cooked noodles too. The enthusiasm shown was evident in all those participants and soon the board was filled with the last of 1000 pictures - that of Jamie and Rod!
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Steve Jobs R.I.P. or not?

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An apt ad to bring in FDI

This sums up best how our government works (from Zorro unmasked):

"The Whistler returned my call with a mild rebuke: "Do you know it is 3:00am in Ohio?" I called him for info on KPTC’s 10 year tax break. His reply: "What tax holiday….the "tax" is paid in advance to fast track processing approval. The money is already in the pocket(s) lah."

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An ode to class reunions

Every ten years, as summertime nears,
An announcement arrives in the mail,
A reunion is planned; it'll be really grand;
Make plans to attend, without fail.

I'll never forget the first time we met;
We tried so hard to impress.
We drove fancy cars, smoked big cigars,
And wore our most elegant dress.

It was quite an affair;
the whole class was there.
It was held at a fancy hotel.
We wined, and we dined,
and we acted refined,
And everyone thought it was swell.

The men all conversed
About who had been first
To achieve great fortune and fame.
Meanwhile, their spouses described their fine houses
And how beautiful their children became.

The 30-Year Reunion:

The homecoming queen, who once had been lean,
Now weighed in at one-ninety-six.
The jocks who were there had all lost their hair,
And the cheerleaders could no longer do kicks.

No one had heard about the class nerd
Who'd guided a spacecraft to the moon;
Or poor little Jane, who's always been plain;
She married a shipping tycoon.

The boy we'd decreed 'most apt to succeed'
Was serving ten years in the pen,
While the one voted 'least' now was a priest;
Just shows you can be wrong now and then.

They awarded a prize to one of the guys
Who seemed to have aged the least.
Another was given to the grad who had driven
The farthest to attend the feast.

They took a class picture, a curious mixture
Of beehives, crew cuts and wide ties.
Tall, short, or skinny, the style was the mini;
You never saw so many thighs.

At our next get-together, no one cared whether
They impressed their classmates or not.
The mood was informal, a whole lot more normal;
By this time we'd all gone to pot.

It was held out-of-doors, at the lake shores;
We ate hamburgers, coleslaw, and beans.
Then most of us lay around in the shade,
In our comfortable T-shirts and jeans.

By the fiftieth year, it was abundantly clear,
We were definitely over the hill.
Those who weren't dead had to crawl out of bed,
And be home in time for their pill.

And now I can't wait; they've set the date;
Our sixtieth is coming, I'm told.
It should be a ball, they've rented a hall
At the Shady Rest Home for the old.

Repairs have been made on my hearing aid;
My pacemaker's been turned up on high.
My wheelchair is oiled, and my teeth have been boiled;
And I've bought a new wig and glass eye.

I'm feeling quite hearty, and I'm ready to party
I'm gonna dance 'til the dawn's early light.
It'll be lots of fun; but I just hope that there's one
Other person who can make it that night.


Author Unknown
Sent from my BlackBerry Wireless Handheld from M1.

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