Wednesday, April 26, 2006
Tales from the Istana - Part 7 (Sammyboy)
by scrobal
25 April 2006
99826.1
Last night , Istana Domain (location classified) - 11.10am Temp 21 C
Control: Babirussa Control to Babirussa One, over.
Babirussa One: Send over.
Control: Heavy Static in the air, warm body sensors unable to pick up movement on path 1 and path 6. Are God and Double O Seven at your location over.
Babirussa One: Confirmed over, the 2 old farts at it again after missing for 3 nights, ..........Roger and Out
Behind Guardhouse, 11.11pm, Temp 25C , Strong northerly, air heavy with static
Pres: Looks like you are no longer running the elections
Old Man: Bro, I told you that before, I stepped down long time ago. No body believes me. Always accusing me of pulling the strings. I don't even wear the pants in my house.
Pres: Pleeez, give me a break. Its only recently. One can clearly see that the elections approach is a lot more friendly for everyone including the opposition. Wow, even got friendly reminder to Steve to put his papers in. Last time, the counter staff will keep quiet. By the way, you are not the only male who does not wear the pants in their house. It more like half the brotherhood.
Old man: Bro, lets see how it goes. This generation as I have been repeatedly been told over the last few days is our future with a mind of their own.
Pres: Boss, let them choose their future. We should relax, maybe play a few elvis records and sip teh o.
Old Man: Everytime I want to relax, the asshole of a Chee keeps opening his mouth. Bloody hell, that night, I was cruising in Sammyboy, when my son called about suing the bum. I wanted to screw the shit out of my son as it was his bloody wife that supported that egoistical megalomaniac Durai. Unfortunately Choo was next to me.So diam, diam say yes.
Pres: Boss, give him a break, that guy got to tan chiak.
Old Man: Bro, this guy doesn't know what he wants to be, politician, human rights activist, ghandi, Che Guvera, or a Koyok salesman. Anyway I can't belief one guy can destroy a party thru slow death. I am sick and tired of him. A real chee bye character. At least with Harbans, entertainment value was high.
Pres: Wah, you really upset with the guy.
Old Man: Yah lah, every elections, I am always the bad guy, so I thought, this time, no law suit, I will be a nice guy. I also got feelings mah. That fucker really spoilt it.
Pres: Boss, I am curious, why be nice to the opposition. You even endorsed Low and Chiam as gentlemen. Whats the story?
Old Man: Last week, if you remember I was trying to contact Jamie Han. No Luck, mother too strong. Then I remember what one old fart who used to make my shoes told me. I was complaining that despite all my troubles, I still get many people voting for the opposition.
Old Man: He said, you cannot paint the whole house white. He also said it does not matter if you buy ICI paint. There must be colour and there must be contrast. If your whole house is white, it becomes boring to stay at home and life will be meaningless.
Pres: Boss, very chim, but good advice. How come you did not take it then.
Old Man: That time I was arrogant so I just let it slide.
Pres: So you admit you are arrogant.
Old Man: Bro, I also wayang during the dialogue. How can you as a National Leader and bring a 3rd world country to the first World without being arrogant.
Pres: No wonder, suddenly see the party candidates wearing colourful t-shirts and not the traditional white.
Old man: Aiyah, even then, one young punk, came wearing white belt and white shoes, thought that he was being arty farty. We probably lost a few hundred votes there.
Pres: Even the press seems to be focusing on the opposition and painting them positively. Is it some kind of plan.
Old man: Bro, no plan, your reading too much of Sidney Sheldon. After the dialogue, the 7 young journalist have become role models. Everyone now wants a piece of our ass to prove their independence, their courage and bravado.
Pres: Boss, are you cutting it too thin. Suppose you guys loose badly.
Old man: Bro, we are in control unless we continue to have couple of jokers in our team making silly statements.
Pres: Boss, i know what you mean. That mama can really drama. Making comments about RCs needed for emergencies and bomb attacks.
Old man: Aiyah, he lost the plot long time ago. Even if no RCs, human beings in any diaster will come rushing down to help with the Malays noted particularly for their neighbourliness. They are complaining about too many balls carriers who are after favours and the political links between RCs and Government.
Pres: hmmm...Lets see how Bedok will perform.
Old man: So you think, Bedok might fall.
Pres: 50/50. Heres the weakness. 2 liabilities before the game has started. The guy who drew up the fucked up manifesto is in that GRC and with lead man making silly statements, its not good. But if WP fields Chia and not Sylvia , then there is a chance.
Old Man: Bro, tired of talking, want to go for supper.
Pres: First time, you asked. Its always me that feels hungry.
Old Man: We cannot go to Koek Rd anymore.
Pres: Yah, lah Boss, the last time we went there, so many people turned up, all sitting around and they seem to waiting for someone to turn up. Best avoid it.
Old Man: Lets go to Redhill MRT, the carrot cake at the Hawker Centre is thumbs up. Guaranteed melt in your mouth, well fried.
Pres: Got easy link card.
Old Man: Bro, You mad or what, where got MRT now. Take taxi lah.
Pres: Ok, just hope we don't flag down an graduate driving taxi.
Old man: Aiyah, this time I manage to borrow 2 kilat wigs from Othman Wok, Real class, makes me look handsome. They won't recognise us.
Pres: Ok. lah.
25 April 2006
99826.1
Last night , Istana Domain (location classified) - 11.10am Temp 21 C
Control: Babirussa Control to Babirussa One, over.
Babirussa One: Send over.
Control: Heavy Static in the air, warm body sensors unable to pick up movement on path 1 and path 6. Are God and Double O Seven at your location over.
Babirussa One: Confirmed over, the 2 old farts at it again after missing for 3 nights, ..........Roger and Out
Behind Guardhouse, 11.11pm, Temp 25C , Strong northerly, air heavy with static
Pres: Looks like you are no longer running the elections
Old Man: Bro, I told you that before, I stepped down long time ago. No body believes me. Always accusing me of pulling the strings. I don't even wear the pants in my house.
Pres: Pleeez, give me a break. Its only recently. One can clearly see that the elections approach is a lot more friendly for everyone including the opposition. Wow, even got friendly reminder to Steve to put his papers in. Last time, the counter staff will keep quiet. By the way, you are not the only male who does not wear the pants in their house. It more like half the brotherhood.
Old man: Bro, lets see how it goes. This generation as I have been repeatedly been told over the last few days is our future with a mind of their own.
Pres: Boss, let them choose their future. We should relax, maybe play a few elvis records and sip teh o.
Old Man: Everytime I want to relax, the asshole of a Chee keeps opening his mouth. Bloody hell, that night, I was cruising in Sammyboy, when my son called about suing the bum. I wanted to screw the shit out of my son as it was his bloody wife that supported that egoistical megalomaniac Durai. Unfortunately Choo was next to me.So diam, diam say yes.
Pres: Boss, give him a break, that guy got to tan chiak.
Old Man: Bro, this guy doesn't know what he wants to be, politician, human rights activist, ghandi, Che Guvera, or a Koyok salesman. Anyway I can't belief one guy can destroy a party thru slow death. I am sick and tired of him. A real chee bye character. At least with Harbans, entertainment value was high.
Pres: Wah, you really upset with the guy.
Old Man: Yah lah, every elections, I am always the bad guy, so I thought, this time, no law suit, I will be a nice guy. I also got feelings mah. That fucker really spoilt it.
Pres: Boss, I am curious, why be nice to the opposition. You even endorsed Low and Chiam as gentlemen. Whats the story?
Old Man: Last week, if you remember I was trying to contact Jamie Han. No Luck, mother too strong. Then I remember what one old fart who used to make my shoes told me. I was complaining that despite all my troubles, I still get many people voting for the opposition.
Old Man: He said, you cannot paint the whole house white. He also said it does not matter if you buy ICI paint. There must be colour and there must be contrast. If your whole house is white, it becomes boring to stay at home and life will be meaningless.
Pres: Boss, very chim, but good advice. How come you did not take it then.
Old Man: That time I was arrogant so I just let it slide.
Pres: So you admit you are arrogant.
Old Man: Bro, I also wayang during the dialogue. How can you as a National Leader and bring a 3rd world country to the first World without being arrogant.
Pres: No wonder, suddenly see the party candidates wearing colourful t-shirts and not the traditional white.
Old man: Aiyah, even then, one young punk, came wearing white belt and white shoes, thought that he was being arty farty. We probably lost a few hundred votes there.
Pres: Even the press seems to be focusing on the opposition and painting them positively. Is it some kind of plan.
Old man: Bro, no plan, your reading too much of Sidney Sheldon. After the dialogue, the 7 young journalist have become role models. Everyone now wants a piece of our ass to prove their independence, their courage and bravado.
Pres: Boss, are you cutting it too thin. Suppose you guys loose badly.
Old man: Bro, we are in control unless we continue to have couple of jokers in our team making silly statements.
Pres: Boss, i know what you mean. That mama can really drama. Making comments about RCs needed for emergencies and bomb attacks.
Old man: Aiyah, he lost the plot long time ago. Even if no RCs, human beings in any diaster will come rushing down to help with the Malays noted particularly for their neighbourliness. They are complaining about too many balls carriers who are after favours and the political links between RCs and Government.
Pres: hmmm...Lets see how Bedok will perform.
Old man: So you think, Bedok might fall.
Pres: 50/50. Heres the weakness. 2 liabilities before the game has started. The guy who drew up the fucked up manifesto is in that GRC and with lead man making silly statements, its not good. But if WP fields Chia and not Sylvia , then there is a chance.
Old Man: Bro, tired of talking, want to go for supper.
Pres: First time, you asked. Its always me that feels hungry.
Old Man: We cannot go to Koek Rd anymore.
Pres: Yah, lah Boss, the last time we went there, so many people turned up, all sitting around and they seem to waiting for someone to turn up. Best avoid it.
Old Man: Lets go to Redhill MRT, the carrot cake at the Hawker Centre is thumbs up. Guaranteed melt in your mouth, well fried.
Pres: Got easy link card.
Old Man: Bro, You mad or what, where got MRT now. Take taxi lah.
Pres: Ok, just hope we don't flag down an graduate driving taxi.
Old man: Aiyah, this time I manage to borrow 2 kilat wigs from Othman Wok, Real class, makes me look handsome. They won't recognise us.
Pres: Ok. lah.
// 8:29 PM 
