koolmokcik: The Agent of the Seed

Saturday, March 5, 2011

The Agent of the Seed

Update: Oil shoots higher on Libya turmoil [read here]

First Mallott and now this

this is how it is done.

Planting the seed

Flaming the fire

Creating chaos

When

someone miscalculated and the ice did not melt

the flood stopped and Faiza Herba Ponni rice is back on supermarket racks

palm oil has higher burning point.

Seriously

I am beginning to believe

multiculturism can happen only in Shangri La

unity in diversity

is for the sole purpose of

'e[R]ection'

2 comments:

Kenn said...: Yes koolmokcikZ,

Unity in diversity having vernacular schools is for the sole purpose of e(r)ection. Agreed with you!

Yang hairannya, selepas berjuta ditaburkan kepada vernacular schools ini, tak naik-naik juga e(r)ection. Yang menyelamatkan keadaan masih juga orang Melayu dan Bumiputera.; March 7, 2011 at 3:57 PM
koolmokcikZ said...: how i wish boleh di'kasi' kan je

but then, what better choice do we have?

bro ABI sakit pinggang ... payah gak e[r]ection. nicky ... karang tak dan angkat sumpah kena PRK lagi. nampak gayanya the best choice is uncle lim lah. ada can jadi lionpork.; March 7, 2011 at 11:01 PM

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