The Numbers Game. 100 equals to….

Kubhaer T. Jethwani used to be an actor/writer/overall arts kay poh chee before he sold out to make TV commercials. Over 200 shoots and 6 years later he’s finally important enough to pick and choose his projects and is slowly making his way back to endeavors that don’t require him to sell cigarettes to your children. He is also the co-founder of youth theatre collective Akshen and is a member of the Five Arts Centre. JUICE got him to talk all-things 100.

The centenary. The smallest of the truly big milestones. The limit of a kindergarten child’s counting ability. Beyond it, a realm of unknown numbers. In the far distance, infinity. But for now, just the cheers of a 5 year old.

Joseph Gordon-Levitt should have figured out after 100 days that Summer was bad news. What a waste of 400.

100 is the total sum of the percentage parts, yet we implore people to give 110%, sometimes even 1000%. No matter how much they give, it will always be 100%. This is inescapable.

If you can’t figure out how to have a great night out with just RM100, you aren’t trying hard enough.
Paul Simon figured there must be 50 ways to leave your lover. Now with all this technology, there’s gotta be at least 100.

Century eggs are not 100 years old.

100 shots of beer and you are the Centurion. I’ve only made 77, before throwing up 34 of them back out. You do the math.

100 sets things apart. Critics rate their Top 100 movies, songs and albums. Magazines name the 100 most influential, beautiful, powerful, richest people. Some magazines get lazy and name only 50, 25 or 10.

Jay-Z has 99 problems. He only needs 1 more.

Malaysia’s just past halfway to 100. Almost there. Give me 47 more. Do it. Do it.

100 Spartans couldn’t make it, but 300 of them gave the Persians hell.

Score 100 goals in the Premier League and you’ll join an elite group of 19 players. Score 100 points in a basketball game and you’ll be Wilt Chamberlain… who says he slept with 20,000 women. That is a lot more than 100.

A crack team of Atilla’s elite men, set apart by their long, unwashed hair, were called The Hun’s Dreads. There were 100 of them.

If you published a magazine every month for 8 years and 4 months, you’d reach your 100th issue. Happy Centenary, JUICE. It’s the smallest of the truly big milestones. May you have a hundred more things to celebrate.

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