A Censored Scene In Fast Five!

Monday, May 30, 2011

If you’ve recently watched Fast Five you will know just how mind-blasting it was. It was so mind-blasting that if you were to go in to the cinemas after the show ended, you’ll find exploded brain remainings all over the place and one pity cleaning lady with a mop, cussing and swearing the director Justin Lin, his ancestor and perhaps his ancestor’s ancestor. Trust me, it literally blast minds.

There is however, a scene in the movie that was censored and never aired in cinemas all around the world. Not even one. It was said to have infringed the copyrights of another relatively renowned movie. There are also reports that this particular scene stirred a riot in Greece, for it was deem offensive to the Greek culture and history. Today, I’m bearing a very great risk uploading a screenshot of said censored scene here. Therefore, PLEASE appreciate this peril that I’m putting my life in.

It takes place during the meeting between Luke Hobbs (Dwayne Johnson) and Dom Toretto (Vin Diesel) at the underground racers’ gathering. When officer Hobbs wanted to arrest Dom, the gathering of racers took out their guns and pointed at Hobbs and his men. Dom went on raising his palms up and said in a firm and intimidating manner, “This is Brazil!”

Now, in the movie, it actually went on seeing officer Hobbs leaving the place with his crew of big-ass muscular man. But here’s the uncensored version. Before Hobbs left the place, King Leonidas from 300 (played by Gerard Butler) actually made an appearance and said something even intimidating, which was the main reason that made Hobbs leave because he nearly wet his pants out of sheer fear.

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It was really a wise choice for Hobbs to leave because you won’t want 300 gruesome Spartans killing the shit out of you with their bare hands and oversized spears. Good call, Hobbs, good call.

This Blogger Is Having His Big Day Tomorrow

Thursday, May 26, 2011

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, hot chicks and not so hot chicks, I have an announcement to make. From tomorrow onwards, I will be subjected to a series of mental provocation and God forbid, torment called exams. Therefore updates will be slightly irregular and once again God forbid, meaningless. So help me God,

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Please don’t let me have a hangover tomorrow. Thank you very much, Sir.

I’m A Grandfather Now!

Monday, May 23, 2011

As much as I love to rewrite the history of Disney, I have to break the chain of story-retelling and bring you good news. I am officially a grandfather, again.

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Yup, one of my cats gave birth to a beautiful little angel a few weeks back. Technically, I still don’t quite know if the kitten’s a he or a she or an ‘in-between’, so let’s just call it, it. It was a tri-colour little kitty that weighs no more than a piece of beef steak when its mummy carried it home few days after it was born.

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And a few days after being introduced to its charming, youthful and insanely jubilant grandpa (in case you don’t know, I’m referring to myself), the little kitten had finally open its puny and bubbly eyes and for the first time, took a peek at the world it’ll be living in for (hopefully) the next few years.

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As of today, the kitten is still unnamed. Therefore, any suggestions are gladly welcomed. Damn, I feel so Najib right now, asking people to name my new cat publicly as though I have no slightest mental ability to come up with a two-syllable pet name.

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So far, the kid’s been a healthy little rascal. Kid’s been drinking regularly (drinking from its mummy’s tits, that is, and not from its grandpa’s can of Heineken), been learning how to run in a straight line properly, been pooping and peeing at every possible location shamelessly and the kid’s also been scratching every little moving thing that passes by it. So cute.

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So, now that I’m a grandfather, do I get an income tax exemption for like, the rest of my life? I don’t have the foggiest idea on how Malaysia’s tax law operates, so do enlighten me.

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And I don’t care if I haven’t started paying income tax yet, I’m a grandfather, for crying out loud.

Snow White, The Malaysian Version

Friday, May 20, 2011

Now, in my previous post, I’ve rewritten one of the renowned fairytales in the world that speaks of deceit, jealousy, sorcery and consumerism – Cinderella from the authentic Walt Disney version into a more realistic and relevant Malaysian version. Today, I’ll attempt to do the same thing on another famous Disney story.



Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs

Right, naming your child ‘Snow White’ in Malaysia is just too cheesy. It makes your kid sound very cheap and frankly, pathetic. Therefore, Snow White will henceforth be known as Xiao Bai Mei. At least it sounds reasonable and not at all inauthentic.

So this Xiao Bai Mei chick, like any other delusional Disney princess-to-be, lives with her stepmother who is portrayed by media to be an evil and diabolical woman. In Xiao Bai Mei’s case, her stepmother happened to be the second wife of a very infamous pirated DVD tycoon in the heart of Kuala Lumpur – Petaling Street.

Again, like any other delusional Disney princess-to-be, Xiao Bai Mei was pretty, adorable and sweet. But, just like the Malaysian Cinderella, God wasn’t being generous to Xiao Bai Mei at the chest department simply because she was one of those stereotyped Asian girls. Therefore, no papaya for Xiao Bai Mei; only two miserable kiwis dangling on her torso.



Because Xiao Bai Mei was the only child to the pirated DVD tycoon, she will one day take over her father’s business in Petaling Street and her stepmother wasn’t pleased one bit. I mean, this storyline is just typical lah, pretty stepdaughter, wicked stepmother, one of them kill the other in the end. Case closed.

But I’m not that lazy okay? I rewrite it and I rewrite it good.

One thing about this stepmother, she doesn’t have a magic mirror hung on bedroom wall. I mean, talking mirror? Please. The only thing I want when I look into the mirror is to see if my hair was properly done and not some jackass telling me which bitch stole my limelight.

Instead of talking mirror, stepmother has a 49-inch 3D telly on her wall. And instead of weird jackass talking in the mirror, she has a Twitter account. She stalks Xiao Bai Mei like a lunatic Twitter follower and everyday, Xiao Bai Mei just keep getting popular. Evil stepmother couldn’t take it anymore when Xiao Bai Mei had her 10,000th follower.

Evil stepmother needed to get rid of that little bitch, so she came up with a plan. She hired an Indian man to splash acid on Xiao Bai Mei. She wanted the hitman to splash so much acid on Xiao Bai Mei that even her bones will melt. As a proof of completing his task, acidman was supposed to bring Xiao Bai Mei’s Petaling-Street-Prada stilettos back to the evil stepmother.



This asshole, being a typical asshole, couldn’t perform his task well. He kept splashing acid on the wrong girl. As of today, more than 30 girls had been a victim of his fiendish and satanic act. And none of them were Xiao Bai Mei. He had problems recognizing faces it seems, rare but true condition. Bloody asshole oughta just castrate himself I tell you.

And if you’re wondering when will the seven dwarfs come into the picture here, well, they won’t. Come on lah, get real. What is a hot chick doing staying with seven horrendously ugly with weird personalities, physically challenged and sex-deprived man? It’s just not logical! Try leaving your teenage daughter with seven old uncles who don’t have wives and see. They’ll practically violate her like a group of hungry food bloggers on a pot of bah-kut-teh.

Hmm, speaking of which, it’s been a while since I had BKT, anyone?

Back to the story. So acidman couldn’t kill Xiao Bai Mei. Fine. Evil stepmother had a better plan anyway – she decided to poison her Apple iPhone 4. When Xiao Bai Mei’s iPhone got poisoned, she could not longer tweet, thus her popularity decreased and it hit Xiao Bai Mei pretty badly. Stepmother’s plan was working out pretty well. At least that’s what she thought.


Just when Xiao Bai Mei decided to end her life because she could no longer tweet and check-in foursquare, her prince charming on a white Proton Saga appear before her. It was one of the China goods vendor that runs his business in the dark alleys of Petaling Street. He was there to end Xiao Bai Mei’s misery.

He walks up to Xiao Bai Mei and hands her a box. He whispers in her ears, “It’s a brand new model, jailbreak already, got Tweet Deck and Echofon also. You can tweet like you always do, leng lui” She couldn’t believe her eyes. There in her hands were the latest and hottest iPhone 4 lookalike from China – the iPhoon 4.

Xiao Bai Mei was overwhelmed. She couldn’t be more exhilarated than she is right now. And they got married and lived happily ever after and she took over her father’s pirated DVD business and her evil stepmother got stroke and died and forever ever after.

The end.

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Yeah yeah, I know, it doesn’t make any slightest sense, but come on lah, it’s Disney. Anything can happen, so just go with it lah okay?

Vincephilosophy.com, serving you authentic bullshit since 2008.

Cinderella, The Malaysian Version

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Since the dawn of fairytales, Mr. Walt Disney, God bless his soul, had been giving girls around the globe delusions that they too, can meet their prince charming on a white horse and have a happy monogamist life forever with said prince charming. What’s with girls and a metrosexual dude riding a white pony anyway?


That got me thinking, what if Mr. Walt Disney wasn’t a creative Caucasian man who has endless supply of fairytale ideas? What if he was a Malaysian man with a mindset of say, the author of this green blog?

And then I realised, it’s about time someone told the world how creative Malaysians can be. Hey, we can write fairytales too okay! Heck, we even have our own local and authentic fairytales, namely the tale about an MP who nailed his aide who happens to be a dude, then there’s the tale about the same MP who had his way with a Chinese hooker and my all-time favourite, there’s the story of a Mongolian woman who self-destructed in our country. God I sure love our fairytales!

Now, back to Uncle Disney being a Malaysian ah pek.

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There will only be a few plausible outcomes. Here’s a list of how renowned Disney characters might churn out, should Mr. Walt Disney hold the identity and mentality of a particular Malaysian blogger boy.

And for the next few posts, it’ll all be about Disney characters being rewrote and retold, the hardcore Malaysian style. Today, I will recreate history. That’s right History textbook, get ready to be stripped naked and violated like an opposition MP’s aide. What up.

Cinderella



Cinderella might end up having a badly figured out Chinese name. Though it may be something of a profound and significant meaning in the Chinese language, it’s just messed up in English. She might be called Sin Le La.

So growing up in Malaysia, Sin Le La will grow up with her stepmother who happens to be a GRO in one of those dodgy karaoke lounges in Chow Kit. And she also lives with 2 stepsisters, who are really spoilt college students. But they hold no significance in this story, so that’s all about them you’ll read of.

One day, the owner of the karaoke lounges in Chow Kit where Sin Le La’s purportedly evil stepmother works at, decides to find a wife for himself.

He then throws a karaoke competition and invites all the eligible girls in town and will then wed the girl who can sing the famous Hokkien tune ‘Ai Pia Jia Eh Eia’ (when loosely translated in English, it means Must Work Hard Only Can Win) without looking at the lyrics.


Sin Le La, without her stepmother’s knowledge, joined the competition and dazzled Mr. Chow Kit Karaoke Tauke. She successfully sang the song in three different versions, first in acoustic, then in staccato and lastly the Tamil version. Tauke was so amazed with Sin Le La and he decided to marry her, there and then, even though honkers were only of a cup size A. Coz you see, she’s an Asian. And Mr. Karaoke Owner is also an Asian. So ya, let’s not make a big deal out of size okay?

When the clock struck 12, Sin Le La stopped singing at once. She had to leave immediately. She had to go because the last RapidKL bus is leaving in 10 minutes and she doesn’t want to go home by taxi because she’ll be slapped with a 50% surcharge. And some cabbies don’t even bother to use the meter. I know right? KL taxi drivers. Pffft.

As Sin Le La was running to the bus stop, one of her Bata slippers fell off of her feet. She glanced at her RM9.90 slipper and then back at the bus stop – her bus was leaving any minute now – She left her slipper there and went for the bus instead. Meh, the Bata sale will be on next week anyway, she thought.

Yeah, as expected, GRO stepmom found out about this and got really pissed. Upon hearing about Sin Le La’s future, stepmom got really upset. Who is gonna take over her job when she finally retires at the age of 37? This wasn’t happening. Sin Le La must be stopped.


As she was walking to Sin Le La’s bedroom with a bottle of acid, a group of people barged in their squatter house. It was the DBKL, a local authority who specializes in taking down squatter house and pirated DVD rings. They had come to demolish the illegally erected house that stood proudly in Chow Kit.

But there was a twist to the story, Mr. Chow Kit Karaoke Tauke appeared out of no where (actually he came with his heavily modified Proton Satria with an insane number of LED lights all over the car and big ass exhaust pipes, not to mention really loud and annoying speakers) and what he did next portrays a very heroic and masculine act mankind has ever envisaged!


He gave the DBKL guys RM20 each and asked them to go drink coffee at the nearby kopitiam. Which they eventually did.

Right then, he took out the Bata slipper that was mentioned earlier in the story (don’t ask me what was he doing going around town with a Bata slipper in his pocket). And he walked to Sin Le La. He gazed into her in the green contact-lens-eyes and slowly he went down to his knees. He lifted Sin Le La’s feet and gently slipped the RM9.90 slipper into it. He then popped the question in the most romantic and sexiest tone ever.



“Baby, will you mally me?”

And they lived happily ever after. In their 2-bedroom apartment in Titiwangsa. The end.

Stay tuned for more Disney rewrites only on vincephilosophy.com, your one stop bullshit station.

We Bloggers Are Awesome

Saturday, May 14, 2011

As you know, we bloggers are full of awesome.

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We are so awesome that you just can’t help but give us one big thumb up.

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We are so awesome that your Blackberry wants to be our friend.

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We are so awesome that you’ll wanna scoop a spoonful of us and just devour us.

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We are so awesome that awesome wanted to marry us and live happily ever after with us.

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We are so awesome that even death won’t do us apart.

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We are so awesome that the God of awesome gives us high 5 on a daily basis.

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We are so awesome that every single breath we take just wanna stay in us and never have to leave.

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We are so awesome that the sun shines everyday because of our existence.

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We are so awesome that every room we enter tremors with quakes of awesomeness.

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We are so awesome. Just awesome.

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So awesome that we talk a bit too much rubbish on our blogs sometimes.

I Saw A Pair Of Boobs At The HyppTV Blogger’s Party

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

I swear in the name of Pamela Anderson’s knockers.

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That I so did not stand in front of the TV set during the party and wait for this pair of boobs to appear on screen so that I could snap a photo of ‘em.

I Was At The Awesome Nuffnang HyppTV Blogger’s Party!

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Not many people can proudly say this, but I can say this with my heads held high and toes slightly tipped to make up for my deficiency in height – I was at the Nuffnang HyppTV Blogger’s Party last Friday!

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But before that, I was lucky enough to buy a cup of green tea frap for half price at Starbucks before heading over to the party. Yes guys, it was their last day selling cheap frap. Promotions over and no more half-priced frappuchino anymore. You can start crying now. Thank you.

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So the HyppTV Blogger’s Party was held at this rather elegant and cosy restaurant called Neo Tamarind, which is along Jalan Sultan Ismail.

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I have to say, I’m not quite a fan of fine dining because I simply don’t look fine when I dine, but this place, sure made me felt different. It has this really homey atmosphere. If you’re looking for a place to propose to your fiancée/tell your husband that you’re pregnant/tell your fiancée that you have a husband, look no further.

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Before the party kicked off, we were served a few rounds of this drink which I have no idea what it’s called but tasted sinfully nice.

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We were served some classy finger food.

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Classy finger food served on a spoon.

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Classy finger food served on something that looked like a spoon but isn’t a spoon.

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And finally, more classy finger food.

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And when the finger food stopped coming, it could only meant one thing. The party has begun! First, some top-level management guy from HyppTV gave a speech. And this guy, for some peculiar, looked like Eric Tsang to me. Look closely, I kid you not.

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HyppTV’s very own band and singer. Can somebody tell Batman to go save the world on his own coz Catwoman here is rocking sox!

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At the party, they had a few TV sets airing a few different channels from HyppTV and everyone was invited to explore the sets and have a feel of how HyppTV is like at home. So here’s Isaac exploring the HyppTV console. Look at how he changes the channels, so professional.

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HyppTV has literally hundreds of channel.

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Ranging from sports channel.

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To channels airing nothing but girls clad in only bras and panties.

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Here I am with Nuffnang’s featured blogger of the month Eyriqazz who went on winning the best dressed male later that night.

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And here’s the hot mama who bagged the best dressed female title.

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Oh oh, I forgot something, the theme of the party was Hollywood. So I was actually appropriately dressed for it. You see, I attended the party as Jackie Chan who’s very casually dressed to avoid paparazzi and unwanted attention. Perfectly logical right?

Now, highlight of the entire night – Michelle going home with a brand new iPad2! For some of you who had no foggiest idea who Michelle is, well, she’s one of the hawties who works at Nuffnang. Nuff said.

Here’s Mr. Eric Tsang lookalike giving Michelle, the hawtie who is working at Nuffnang her iPad2.

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And here’s Jackie Chan with the iPad2 winner, the hawtie who works at Nuffnang.

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All in all. Awesome party. What more can I say?

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Good thing nobody realised I was Jackie Chan, or else I’ll have a tough time leaving the building with paparazzi mobbing me from top to toe. Instead, they mobbed the hawtie who works at Nuffnang for she now has a new iPad2. Phew, that was really close.