People, Press Play.
Everytime when someone mentions the word
'Danish' I think of food and it makes me hungry. Surprising indeed that
the first thing that my mind associates with the word 'Danish' is the
croissant; which is very, very funny because the croissant is a French
pastry. I wouldn't want to think of 'Danish' as the name of a person,
or a dog (or something), or the title of a song. It seems like the only
sensible connection that my mind can make with a 'Danish' is food. On
any ordinary day, just give me any day, you can almost never hear
anything about 'Danish', or the 'Danes' to be precise, either on the
television, or on the radio, or read about them on the newspaper, or
the magazine, or just by purely conversation between people. So far,
the only most successful 'Danish' import here in Malaysia is of course
the backbone-less, limp poppers Michael Learns to Rock. They certainly
have got to be the most hilarious band in the known universe because 1)
they didn't have anyone in the band named Michael and 2) they certainly
are not picking up any rock in their musical language.
Listening to MLTR can be likened to stuffing your nose with marshmallows. It'll work like a nose diffuser or something but it'll certainly make you look like an idiot. It's like one of those proud Kancil owners who have gone the great distance (and a deal lot of money as well) to make it look like a Beruang or something. Adamant not to be intimidated by owners of Porsches and Ferraris and Lamborghinis; but what they have done to their car was turning it into a funfair. Quite simply put it - if you can't afford the flash-ier, more glamour, more expensive wheels, you don't really have to turn your meek Kancil into one because it will never work. Driving an awful looking wheels like that around town is like parading around your neighborhood and proudly proclaiming that you have bird flu. And herpes. And a badly crooked penis.
I could go on about idiotic Kancil owners for ages because they are so laughable.
Listening to MLTR can be likened to stuffing your nose with marshmallows. It'll work like a nose diffuser or something but it'll certainly make you look like an idiot. It's like one of those proud Kancil owners who have gone the great distance (and a deal lot of money as well) to make it look like a Beruang or something. Adamant not to be intimidated by owners of Porsches and Ferraris and Lamborghinis; but what they have done to their car was turning it into a funfair. Quite simply put it - if you can't afford the flash-ier, more glamour, more expensive wheels, you don't really have to turn your meek Kancil into one because it will never work. Driving an awful looking wheels like that around town is like parading around your neighborhood and proudly proclaiming that you have bird flu. And herpes. And a badly crooked penis.
I could go on about idiotic Kancil owners for ages because they are so laughable.
