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He was THE man. Some hated him (I still laugh at The Expired’s Joe Kidd is a Wanker song. Funny stuff) . Many loved him, his music, his words. Blasting Concept was a ritual reading material. Carburetor Dung was the band to see live. Boo Hoo was the haunting anthem. All in the first half of the 90s. I was growing up then and I still am now.

Ricecooker is currently in my frequent web reading list. Managed by Joe himself. Articles by him and sometimes Hisham Rais would contribute his point of views. Other writers would butt in once in a while. Listing of events, gigs, indie festivals, this and that and so much more can be acquired from Ricecooker.

Anyway, Joe’s recent article (as of this time lah) caught my interest. It’s funny. It’s something that I just couldn’t help but to share with others.

“Jangan Hisap Dada”: That Joke Isn’t Funny Anymore – Part One and Two of Many

Maybe that’s just it. An article that reminds us about our (my!) past, our (my!) lives, our (my!) own experience, our (my!) ups and downs. An article that made me smile, at least.

Can’t wait for the next part.

I couldn’t care much about some Malaysians, proclaimed Muslims, who took photographs or videos of themselves naked, or having sex, etc. To me, those are just stupid humans with stupid actions. We’ve been fed, day in, day out with this kind of bullshit. Be if from our emails, video messaging or other communication means.

It’s a trend. From Edry and Linda, to the UTM couple, to Wan Norazlin, to the Papa Jahat bitch, to the withdrawal reason of the AF5 contestant, just to name a few. What the fuck is going on? Where is the pleasure in doing these kind of things? Do people get turned on by humiliating themselves? Don’t tell me that it’s for private use because digital media in this digital era can never be private no matter how bad you wanted it to be!

Again I’m saying, usually, I couldn’t care much. But yesterday, as I was copying some work related documents from a colleague’s hard drive, I stumbled across a folder. Inside was a collection of nude pictures of him and his newly wedded wife. What the fuck is wrong with you, you sick fuck! I permanently deleted the folder as an uncontrollable reflex. Let him come to me and ask about it. I can’t get the pictures from out of my head.

Liberating? Fuck no!