Christmas Wrap Up 2007

Every year, the malls will follow a theme in decoration for festivals. The theme for this year's Christmas decoration was to super size things. One mall used blown up toy soldiers whilst another used super white several storey high, spiral Christmas tree. All for the sake of Christmas joy.



Christmas at 1 Utama


















Christmas decoration at Pavillion

Escargot Caviar

Do you have quirky taste buds? Love to indulge in extraordinary and bizarre food? Have a fetish for caviar? Then you will definitely die to get your hands on these babies.







You might be familiar with the above caviar variation but you certainly have not tasted those that you are about to lay eyes on.




Presenting to you the latest addition to the delicacy menu........Escargot Caviar
(also known as snail caviar).







These white balls are the products of escargot or snail or siput khinzir (formerly known as siput babi).










A close look at parent and offspring. Have a fetish for caviar now?

New Phone

The phone that I recently won.





Closer view of it.

Which Disney Princess Are You?

1. How would you fight off a dragon?
* Screw the prince...handle it yourself.
* Make sure everyone one else is safe, then disarm by self or with help of prince.
* Facebook message the prince, because it wont go to his head.
* Text message prince with a scary face icon.
* Speed Dial #2

2. How do you get along with your parents?
* I have none realistically or metaphorically speaking.
* I have Daddy issues.
* Daddy's little girl.
* Daddy's little girl all grown up.
* They do whatever I tell them to do.

3. Whats you ideal Prince Charming like?
* Pussywhipped with good looks.
* Adventurous with good looks.
* Funny guy with amazing personality, mediocre looks.
* Handsome and dashing.
* Good looks, great body, rich, knows how to ride a horse and kiss a gal.

4. If you had a credit card with no limit, what kind of a dress would you buy?
* Something that emphasized your superior intellect.
* Comfortable, emphasizing away from your chest.
* Good girl dress with a hint of class and a dash of Audrey Herpburn.
* Something that emphasizes your chest.
* Chest emphasis, complemented by good girl attire, yet wiling to be naughty for the right prince, after marriage of course.

5. Do you believe in love at first sight?
* Yeah!
* Yes, depending on the eyes, which are the insight into his soul.
* Maybe, it's the inner beauty that's ageless and when he needs to use blue pills.
* Not really, more so the chemistry after.
* Never, for all you know those are contacts in his eyes, and steroids in his veins.

6. In the real world, what would be your profession?
* Leader of some sort. Leave it to the man? Ha!
* Some sort of postion within society that denotes my intellect: doctor, lawyer, etc.
* Family is #1, but I'd also like a career
* A housewife, like in Desperate Housewives but without the slutting.
* Princess, of course, with a maid to do my hair and wipe my tush.

7. What do you eat on a daily basis?
* Cabbage soup with crushed Vicodin and Prozac.
* Vegetarian and seafood without the animals; sushi is a must.
* Nutrisystem and moderate balanced meals.
* 60% carbs, 20% protein, 20% fats: for the energy to keep up with a busy lifestyle.
* Whatever I want to eat, food is my other lover.

8. On a daily basis how much do you exercise/work out?
* Jogging every other day to stay in shape and weights to maintain body tone.
* Any form of outdoor physical activity that keeps me excited.
* Walking around is pretty much it.
* Typing on a laptop searching for Prince Charming on Facebook.
* I'm a princess--I don't "workout." My metabolism is naturally high, duh.

9. What is it about you that appeals to others?
* I'm perfect. I look like you want to look.
* I'm open to new things, whether its food, cultures, music, people...
* I'm a people person...most of the time.
* I'm a very good listener.
* I mind my own business.

10. If you knew in the future that your prince would die from a collision with a castlewall due to not wearing his horse seat belt, what would you do?
* That's why I'm a working woman with a 401K. No tears here.
* I would tell him to wear his horsebelt all the time and shed a tear.
* Cry but still be with him, because you can't change your destiny.
* I would be with him and cherish the time that we do have together.
* Cry for seven days and seven nights.

Old / Young Lady

What do you see from the above picture? Some see a young lady. Others see an old lady. If you look close enough, you will see both.

What Does My Candy Heart Say?

Your Candy Heart Says "Hug Me"

A total sweetheart, you always have a lot of love to give out. Your heart is open to where ever love takes you! Your ideal Valentine's Day date: a surprise romantic evening that you've planned out Your flirting style: lots of listening and talking What turns you off: fighting and conflict Why you're hot: you're fearless about falling in love

What Does Your Candy Heart Say?

The Colour of My Brain

Your Brain is Red

Of all the brain types, yours is the most impulsive. If you think it, you do it. And you can get the bug to pursue almost any passion. Your thoughts are big and bold. Your mind has no inhibitions. You tend to spend a lot of time thinking about love, your dreams, and distant places.

What Color Is Your Brain?

Lucky Draw

Whoopee! I am one lucky person today. The event that I initially didn't want to attend turns out to be not so bad after all. I won a new hand phone from the dinner's lucky draw. Isn't that wonderful.

Nothing To Wear

There's a function this weekend that I don't feel like attending. I don't have a choice for I am forced to attend it.

The reason for not wanting to attend this function is that I don't have anything to wear. Sigh!

Went shopping just now but just can't seem to find anything that I like. This season's clothes are a catastrophe. Simply ugly. Are the purchasers blind? Have they no sense of taste? Well, if you want to charge a high price for your products, they must at least be worthy of the price tag that is attached to them. Consumers are not dumb and blind.

Horoscope

How true this is? Well, you will have to find out for yourself!


ARIES - The Liar

Outgoing. Lovable. Spontaneous. Not one to mess with. Funny. Excellent kisser EXTREMELY adorable. Loves relationships, Addictive. Loud.



TAURUS - The Tramp

Aggressive. Loves being in long relationships. Likes to give a good fight for what they want. Extremely outgoing. Loves to help people in times of need. Good kisser. Good personality. Stubborn. A caring person. One of a kind. Not one to mess with. Are the most attractive people on earth!



GEMINI - Irresistible

Nice. Love is one of a kind. Great listeners Very Good in the you know where... Lover not a fighter, but will still knock you out.Trustworthy. Always happy. Loud. Talkative. Outgoing VERY FORGIVING. Loves to make out. Has a beautiful smile. Generous. Strong. THE MOST IRRESISTIBLE.




CANCER - The Cutie

MOST AMAZING KISSER. Very high appeal. Love is one of a kind. Very romantic. Most caring person you will ever meet! Entirely creative. Extremely random and proud of it. Freak.Spontaneous. Great telling stories. Not a Fighter, But will Knock your lights out if it comes down to it. Someone you should hold on to.




LEO - The Lion

Great talker. Attractive and passionate. Laid back. Knows how to have fun. Is really good at almost anything. Great kisser. Unpredictable. Outgoing. Down to earth. Addictive. Attractive. Loud. Loves being in long relationships. Talkative. Not one to mess with. Rare to find. Good when found.




VIRGO - The One that Waits

Dominant in relationships. Someone loves them right now. Always wants the last word. Caring. Smart. Loud. Loyal. Easy to talk to. Everything you ever wanted. Easy to please. The one and only.




LIBRA - The Lame One

Nice to everyone they meet. Their Love is one of a kind. Silly, fun and sweet. Have own unique appeal. Most caring person you will ever meet! However, not the kind of person you want to mess with... you might end up crying...




SCORPIO - The Addict

EXTREMELY adorable. Intelligent. Loves to joke. Very Good sense of humor. Energetic. Predict future. GREAT kisser. Always get what they want. Attractive. Easy going. Loves being in long relationships. Talkative. Romantic. Caring.




SAGITTARIUS - The Promiscuous One

Spontaneous. High appeal. Rare to find. Great when found. Loves being in long relationships. So much love to give. Not one to mess with. Very pretty. Very romantic. Nice to everyone they meet. Their Love is one of a kind. Silly, fun and sweet. Have own unique appeal. Most caring person you will ever meet! Amazing in the you know where..!!! Not the kind of person you want to mess with- you might end up crying.




CAPRICORN - The Passionate Lover

Love to bust. Nice. Sassy. Intelligent. Sexy. Predict future. Irresistible. Loves being in long relationships. Great talker. Always gets what he or she wants. Cool. Loves to own Gemini's in sports. Extremely fun. Loves to joke. Smart.




AQUARIUS - Does It In The Water

Trustworthy. Attractive. Great kisser. One of a kind. Loves being in long-term relationships. Extremely energetic. Unpredictable. Will exceed your expectations. Not a Fighter, But will Knock your lights out.




PISCES - The Partner for Life

Caring and kind. Smart. Center of attention. High appeal. Has the last word. Good to find, hard to keep. Fun to be around. Extremely weird but in a good way. Good Sense of Humor!!! Thoughtful. Always gets what he or she wants. Loves to joke. Very popular. Silly, fun and sweet.

Durian

My favourite bitter durian. Yum.

When You Divorce Me, Carry Me Out in Your Arms

On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump and shy.. I was a strong and happy bridegroom.

This was the scene ten years ago.

The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water: we had a kid; I went into business and tried to make more money. When the assets were steadily increasing, the affection between us seemed to ebb. She was a civil servant. Every morning we left home together and got home almost at the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school.

Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life was more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes.


Emma came into my life.

It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Emma hugged me from behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This was the apartment I bought for her.

Emma said, "You are the kind of man who best draws girls' eyeballs". Her words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we were just married, my wife said, "Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls".

Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my wife.. But I couldn't help doing so.

I moved Emma's hands aside and said "You go to select some furniture, O.K.? I've got something to do in the company". Obviously she was unhappy, because I had promised to do it together with her. At the moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something impossible to me.

However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt.

Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon. Then we watched TV together. Or, I was lounging before the computer, visualizing Emma's body. This was the means of my entertainment.

One day I said to her in a slightly joking way, "Suppose we divorce, what will you do?". She stared at me for a few seconds without a word. Apparently she believed that divorce was something too far away from her. I couldn't imagine how she would react once she got to know I was serious.

When my wife went to my office, Emma had just stepped out. Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide something while talking to her. She seemed to have got some hint. She gently smiled at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes.

Once again, Emma said to me, "Hank, divorce her, O.K.? Then we live together". I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more.

When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. "I've got something to tell you", I said. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. "I want a divorce". I raised the serious topic calmly.

She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, "why? I'm serious". I avoided her question. This so-called answer made her angry.. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, "You are not a man!"

That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to Emma.

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in my heart. The woman who had been living ten years with me would become a stranger one day. But I could not take back what I had said.

Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer.

Late that night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw her writing something at the table. I fall asleep fast. When I woke up, I found she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again.

She brought up her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but I was supposed to give her one month s time before divorce, and in the month's time we must live as normal a life as possible. Her reason was simple: our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and she didn't want him to see our marriage was broken.

She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me, "Hank, do you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding day?". This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to me. I nodded and said, "I remember". "You carried me in your arms", she continued, "so, I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in your arms on the day when we divorce. From now to the end of this month, you must carry me out from the bedroom to the door every morning".

I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and wished to end her marriage romantically.

I told Emma about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. "No matter what tricks she does, she has to face the result of divorce", she said scornfully. Her words more or less made me feel uncomfortable.

My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, "Daddy is holding mummy in his arms". His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, "Let us start from today, don't tell our son". I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for a bus, I drove to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this intimate woman carefully for a long time. I found she was not young any more. There were some fine wrinkles on her face.

On the third day, she whispered to me, "The outside garden is being demolished. Be careful when you pass there".

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we were still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms. The visualization of Emma became vague.

On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as, where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking, etc. I nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger. I didn't tell Emma about this.

I felt it was easier to carry her. "Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger", I said to her. "It seems not difficult to carry you now". She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She tried quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, "All my dresses have grown bigger". I smiled. But I suddenly realized that it was because she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not because I was stronger. I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her heart. Again, I felt a sense of pain.. Subconsciously I reached out a hand to touch her head.

Our son came in at the moment. "Dad, it's time to carry mum out". He said, to him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an essential part of his life. She gestured our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind at the last minute. I held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, as if we came back to our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad.

On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. She said, "Actually I hope you will hold me in your arms until we are old".

I held her tightly and said, "Both you and I didn't notice that our life lacked intimacy".

I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs. Emma opened the door. I said to her, "Sorry, Emma, I won't divorce. I'm serious".

She looked at me, astonished. The she touched my forehead. "You don't have fever", she said. I moved her hand off my head. "Sorry, Emma", I said, "I can only say sorry to you, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of life, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I understand that since I carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed to hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you".

Emma seemed to suddenly woke up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove to the office.

When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my wife which was her favorite. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until we are old.

Don't take things for granted. Women are not born to be hurt by men.





*After hurting someone badly, a bouquet of roses and a stupid card with pathetic words serve as a panacea? How naive do men really think women are? I would say divorce him anyway. After all his "sweet" words were the reason you ended up with a broken heart.

Victor's Secret

It is the male version for Victoria's Secret. The models however are non professional and they happen to be the ordinary layman that we see daily.


Model number 1:

He was spotted strutting outside the lab. He was wearing low rise faded jeans, tiny t-shirt and turquoise 'Big-elastic waistband underwear'. Not exactly the thing that turns you on though. As a matter of fact, it totally turns you off. (*The reporter was not intentionally looking out for knickers display but so happens to be unfortunately 'flashed' with the horrifying sight of knickers display while ascending the stairs.)


Model number 2:

This is even more amazing. The model 'shove' his butt right into the reporter's face. He was spotted in similar fashion (low rise faded jeans, tiny t-shirt and coincidentally turquoise underwear minus the gigantic waistband). But this model however was not modeling the latest fashion. Or maybe it was. The underwear on display was turquoise in colour, torn and looked 'slightly' worn out. Perhaps that's the latest trend in men's lingerie - to wear something from your childhood or the past decade. (*Again, the reporter was not on the look out for knickers flashing. Just so happen that this fella semi-sat(half standing, half sitting) on the reporter's table, talking to his friends. Hence the display.)


{If you want to show off your underwear, make sure it is new and presentable and not in the public eye! Only flash to your partner. That is only if they are interested.}

Reasons Women Get Married

WHY does a woman want to have a
HUSBAND?


Because:

(H)ousing

(U)nderstanding

(S)haring

(B)uying

(A)nd

(N)ever

(D)emanding

Enough

Enough is enough. I'm so fed up with people pushing responsibility to me when it is in fact none of my concern. Why should I always be the guinea pig? Why should I sacrifice myself to benefit the selfish lot? To know what I'm talking about I would have to backtrack to last week.

Last week, my lecturer asked how we were progressing with our test. Then the class replied "Haven't looked into it yet". When the fact is they had. It is just that there are too selfish and do not want to share with others their questions and answers for the test for fearing others might perform better. I am not jumping to conclusions. There is proof. The day before my lecturer asked that holy question, Pak Koo approached me asking me whether I have attempted the test. I told her no for I have been really busy with my assignment. Then she showed me her tests.

Back to the classroom scene. When the lecturer heard that reply, he asked the class who wants to volunteer to do the test and give him 2 sets of the tests. Then no one replied. Then he called out my name and demanded me to do it. I told him I have not finished studying for my test. He rebutted "You can do it as many times as you wish".

Then the gang set the date to do it on the last schooling day. Hence I carried all my books to college that day. One of them asked Flubber "Have you done your test? Want to do it together?". Then Flubber told her that the lecturer will be discussing the test next lesson. Then they cancelled the plan.

On Sunday, one of them messaged me telling me they are doing it on Monday. Prior to that I have already planned with my partner to do our assignment on Monday. Nevertheless, I carried my 'trees' along. I had to multi task for both sides were pushing me (them and my partner). When I attend to them my partner gets upset, when I don't attend to them, they get angry. Then after attempting a few, they decided to call it a day because they didn't know how to answer it (they have the intention to depend on Flubber to help). I didn't even had a chance to attempt it.

Today, the moment my lecturer walked into class he came up to me and said "What happened to you? You were suppose to give me 2 sets of the tests!". Then he marched to the front of the class as though I'm at fault. Like excuse me, I didn't promise you anything. Anyway, it is not my responsibility to do the test for them. They are not worth helping anyway. This is not a selfish saying for I have strong grounds for it. Firstly, when we were doing our assignments, my group was stuck, so we went round approaching them for guidance not for answer. But nooooooo...They shunned us and shooed us away. Then they formed a cartel to boycott my group. So now why should I help them? I have every right to not help them out this time.

Four Wives

There was a rich merchant who had 4 wives. He loved the 4th wife the most. He adorned her with rich robes and treated her to delicacies. He took great care of her & gave her nothing but the best.

He also loved the 3rd wife very much. He's very proud of her and always wanted to show her off to his friends. However, the merchant is always in great fear that she might run away with some other man!!

He too, loved his 2nd wife. She is a very considerate person, always patient and in fact is the merchant's confidante. Whenever the merchant is faced some problems, he always turned to his 2nd wife and she would always help him out and tide him through difficult times.

Now, the merchant's 1st wife is a very loyal partner and has made great contributions in maintaining his wealth and business as well as taking care of the household. However, the merchant did not love the first wife and although she loved him deeply, he hardly took notice of her.

One day, the merchant fell ill. Before long, he knew that he was going to die soon. He thought of his luxurious life and told himself, "Now I have 4 wives with me. But when I die, I'll be alone. How lonely I'll be!"

Thus, he asked the 4th wife, "I loved you most,endowed you with the finest clothing and showered great care over you. Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep my company? "No way!" replied the 4th wife and she walked away without another word. The answer cut like a sharp knife right into the merchant's heart.

The sad merchant then asked the 3rd wife, "I have loved you so much for all my life. Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?" "No!" replied the 3rd wife. "Life is so good over here! I'm going to remarry when you die!" The merchant's heart sank and turned cold.

He then asked the 2nd wife, "I always turned to you for help and you've always helped me out. Now I need your help again. When I die, will you follow me and keep me company?" "I'm sorry, I can't help you out this time!" replied the 2nd wife. "At the
very most, I can only send you to your grave." The answer came like a bolt of thunder and the merchant was devastated.

Then a voice called out: I'll leave with you. I'll follow you no matter where you go!!" The merchant looked up and there was his first wife. She was so skinny, almost like she suffered from malnutrition. Greatly grieved, the merchant said, "I should have taken much better care of you while I could have!"

Actually, we all have 4 wives in our lives...

The 4th wife is our body. No matter how much time and effort we lavish in making it look good, it'll leave us when we die.

Our 3rd wife is our possessions, status and wealth. When we die, they all go to others.

The 2nd wife is our family and friends. No matter how close they had been there for us when we're alive, the furthest they can stay by us is up to the grave.

The 1st wife is in fact our soul. Often neglected in our pursuit of material wealth and sensual pleasure. It is actually the only thing that follows us wherever we go. Perhaps it's a good idea to cultivate and strengthen it now rather than to wait until we're on our deathbed to lament.




*A story worth remembering.

CSI:Compound

Warning: Below are some visually disturbing images. Not suitable for viewers who have weak hearts. The blogger would not be liable for any side effects that arise following the viewing of these images.










This was stumbled upon by my mother under one of our cars. I think it's a cat's still born fetus but my mother thinks it belongs to a rat. Rather unlikely judging from its size.

Lagging

Not too sure which is lagging. My lappy or my internet connection but it sure is frustrating. Don't do this to me! Not now.

50th Entry

Cheers to myself for reaching the 50th blog entry mark. It would have been my 100th entry if I didn't have to split between two blogs. I had been thinking for the past few days on what to post for my 50th entry. Should I blog about something memorable? Or should I just brush this 50th entry thing off. Till now I still couldn't quite decide on the content of this entry. Anyway, I don't think it really matters anyway cause I'm probably the only person who knows of the existence of this blog. Perhaps I should quit blogging entirely.

This blog has not had it's moment of glory nor has it receive any hits but still I carry on posting because I am not a quitter. The content of this blog might not have conformed with what the crowd looks for and expects from a blog. It does not contain any photographs of myself trying to look cute or posing in provocative poses. Neither does it contain any photos of clubbing fiesta. One thing for sure is I stay true to myself. I will not change anything about myself or this blog for the matter just to be accepted by others.

It is really pathetic to change oneself into something you are not just so you would be liked. This blog was not created to receive hits but was created as a place for me to vent my frustration and some reminders of things that happened. The content of the entries might not be appreciated but that doesn't really matter as I'm not appreciated in life anyway. I have always been treated as a pushover and a scapegoat by those around me. People take me for granted and treat me as a hotel by coming and leaving as they wish. Some even use me as a practice to see whether their tricks might work. I have been called names and back stabbed so many times that I am immune towards it. Criticism no longer works on me. If you're thinking of putting me down, you would have to come out with something new.

Layer Cake

A friend of mine went to Jakarta, Indonesia and bought me this layer cake. This is the original Indonesian recipe.

Indonesian still stay true to their roots. Even named their bakery Holland Bakery.

The side view of the cake. It is quite big. Must have cost a lot.

The top view of the cake. Those are almond slices and not mould.

Injured Knee

I injured my knee. How nice. I am now walking like the march of the penguins. What a way to wrap up this month. Sigh.

A Series of Unfortunate Events

June 19 2007

Was on the way to pick up my dad from the station yesterday(19 June 2007) around 2p.m.. On the way I witnessed many 'mishap'. There were branches everywhere. The 'decorative trees' planted by the city council landed on the roads. At Greenlane I saw a national car rammed into the back of a truck and it's bonnet smashed. It caused quite a jam at that spot because everyone slowed down to have a look, although no one was injured.

Not long after that, I witnessed a tree lean over and landed on two new cars in RECSAM's compund which caused the car alarms to go off. More trees were uprooted along the way to the terminal. I told my mum "I have stories to tell daddy later". A few minutes after I said that, I received a call from my dad. He told me our neighbour called and said a tree landed on one of our cars. I hung up and got out from the car to help him with his luggage and we headed home immediately as mum was extremely worried about the car. The traffic was seriously congested throughout our ride home with more trees being uprooted causing vehicles to cram into one lane on the already heavy traffic area. We receive more calls from our neighbours telling us the road back to our place is already covered with fallen trees and told us to detour. Upon reaching home, my mum called the authority and he immediately sent for the voluntary firemen to remove the fallen trees. What a day!

When the tweed can no longer hold, it snaps. This could have been avoided if the council had chopped off the trees and kill the weeds before they overgrow.

Look what you've done!

"Hey get off me. You're blocking my view! AAaaachoo....sniff. I'm allergic towards chlorophyll"

Jokes aside. As you can see there are many more fallen trees in the photo.

These 'trees' are not planted by us. They grew from weeds that turn into undergrowth and finally a fully grown tree. The council people have been told numerous times to chop off these tweeds but noooooo...... This is what happens when the council is lazy and refuse to listen. Now, Who is to be blamed?

Father's Day Today?

I just heard from the news that it is Father's Day today? Goodness Gracious. Didn't know about that. Wonder why there isn't any big hoo haa over it. They usually promote Mother's Day but why there isn't any for both celebration? Anyway, I just want to say

"Happy Father's Day, Daddy!"

P.S.: I want a new handphone for my birthday (hint hint)

Everything

"Do unto others what you want others do unto you".

Just exactly how true is that? Well, I can tell you for sure, it's crap. Pure crap. You can give your all, a 110% and more in doing things for others but you will not get even a meagre 0.01% from them in return. People will just keep taking and taking from you but would never reciprocate. That's just how fair the world is.

It's fine that if you don't want to chip in. Just don't worsen the situation by misleading people from the truth. I know of such people whom are really jealous of other's achievement and will do eveyrything they can to sabotage. They enjoy other's sorrow. Their greatest moment is to see others in trouble. Wonder what glory this people get out of that? Self satisfaction? It's even lower when it comes from a guy. Cheapskate loser. Looks like they have all been bitten by the 'kiasu' bug from the neighbouring country. Village people. Can't blame them from being their true selves - hilly billies.

Pretentious

We had some guests around today. Went out to dinner with them. One of the daughter's of the guest tried to be a dumb blond for the day. Her father ordered a plate of fried koey teow for her. When it arrived she asked her father

Girl: How to eat?
Father: (Diligently explaining)


Next to arrive was the sting ray. Again she posted her signature question:

Girl: How to eat?

Her father extracted all the flesh from the sting ray and placed it aside for her majesty to feast.


Then the clams arrived.

Girl: How to eat?
Father: Put inside your mouth and eat! (But quietly pick out the clams from their shells for her.


I strongly feel that "how to eat" are the only words in her vocabulary.

My Baby Turns One

Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday to St Gorgeous,
Happy Bithday to you.

Approximately one year ago, on the 28 May 2006, St Gorgeous was born after much persuasion and pestering from fellow 'blogger' to switch to Blogger. A year has passed and now my baby turns one. I'm so proud of you. May there be more proud moments in the years to come (provided this site does not shut down). Happy Birthday!

A Song For Mum

I feel happy when I am near her
With her soft words
She makes life dearer
When I see her with eyes so weary
I want to let her know I love her so
Such a warm smile that always leads to laughter
Like an ending that's happy ever after
How I hope to be like her when I'm older
She is my mother and I love her so


Happy Mother's Day!

Words of a Sick Author

There weren't any post on the first few days of may because I have been seriously ill. I still am while typing this. I am down with high fever and it has now developed to runny nose and serious cough. Paracetemol has been my meals for the past week. The doctor adviced me that if my fever still does not subside after a few more days, I would have to have my blood drawn for checking. Hope that I will recover soon as I have a deadline to meet this week.

April 13

April 13 2007. Wondering what is so significant about this date? If you haven't already figure that out, try hitting a nail into the wall or walk down the stairs with your eyes closed. A simpler alrternative would be to look at the calendar. Well....duh! You don't need a rocket scientist to tell you that. Or do you?

Today is Friday the 13.

It is deemed to be the unluckiest day by some 'genius' in the past. If you're asking me how true this is, I don't know and I wouldn't want to find out. Cheers! Another mystery solved.

Easter Bunny

Easter Bunny was flown in by the stork one fine day. He brought along several beautifully wrapped Easter Eggs. They were so tempting that what you see now is what is left of the Easter Eggs.





Mock shot of the Gold Easter Bunny.

Close to you

The only thing that is closest to us in this world is our shadow. It follows us wherever we go. Another thing that tails us wherever we go is our dog. Other that these two things, the rest are unwanted followers. We can stop our dog from following us by locking it in its cage or chaining it up but we can't stop our shadow from staying away from us.

But not many people are able to accept the fact that they shouldn't walk or stand to close to someone at all times especially when following that person around. If you want to snoop, keep a distance.

I walked into a shop today. The moment I stepped into the shop, this sales 'assistant' started following me around the shop like my shadow. She walked so close behind me it was as though the two of us were siamese twins. The way she tailed me around the shop was as though I were a frequent shoplifter. It really pissed me off, so I walked out of the shop.

Some assistance please

Can anybody teach me how to add links to my blog? Does this have anything to do with the background template chosen?This might sound stupid to some but I am not exactly an expert when it comes to things like this. And I am not ashamed to say so. Thanks in advance to those who are willing to lend a hand.

A smile that lightens up the day

I was about to have lunch today, 8 February 2007, when I saw a car parked in front of my gate. Instead of carrying on with our meal, we set it aside to welcome them. Haven't seen them in months. My mother went out and came back in with a 'basket' in her hands. In the 'basket' was a baby girl. The first time I saw her she was only a few days old. Small and fragile wrapped in a white 'blanket'. The last time I met her she was a month old, eyes shut, taking a nap in the front seat of the car. That was six months ago. This time around she is a chubby baby girl, eyes wide open. My mum placed the carrier that she was in on the sofa. The moment I walked up to her, she smiled so sweetly at me. Now I know that I am actually pleasant in the eyes of someone. Everyone took turns carrying her. Finally she was placed in my arms. She didn't fidget neither did she cry but she sat still. She even burped in my arms. Thank you for lighting up my day little angel.

Wet Feet


I went to the new mall just now. After some time in the cold mall, I received a call from nature. Hence I had to answer the call. There was quite a queue in the washroom. Not long after a Malay girl came out from one of the cubicles. The floor was wet and the toilet seat cover was down. I gave it a miss as I was wearing low heeled strappy sandals. I didn't want to get my feet wet. Then an old lady came out from the cubicle next to it. The toilet seem dry. As I was desperate, I entered the one where the old lady emerged. All was fine until someone entered the cubicle next door. The walls of the cubicle does not touch the ground. I was minding my own business when I heard a splat and the next thing I know my feet was wet. Moron. Don't these people know how to use the toilet? It's just disgusting. Someone peed on my feet! Damnation. Schools really need to educate people on proper usage of the toilet. I know we have been told to think out of the box, but we were not taught to pee out of the bowl! People please check where the bowl is be it squat or seat, aim then only fire.

To Wave Or Not To Wave

Last week I went to a new food junction in town. It is located on a land that was left vacant for quite some time with the ruins of a once upon a time glorious building. The building structure is pretty much like a staduim without walls and is quite spacious. There was not much in variety for food though. Most of the stalls are pretty much repetition of each other. There was quite a crowd there. As what the chinese would have said 'new toilet'. We scouted for a table and seated ourselves before proceeding to order some food.

Upon being seated I spotted someone who went to the same college as me previously. She was with someone and they were looking for a place to sit. I wanted to wave to her since we were college mates. In fact we kinda knew each other since high school in a tuition class. That is on name basis and through sight. She saw me but pretended not to know me. Then she sat at a table which was diagonally in line with mine with her back facing me pretending not to see me. So I saved my energy from waving to someone whom does not want to know me in public.

The question is if you are in my position would you have waved anyway or did the same as I had? To wave or not to wave?

I think I did the right thing by not waving. I would have looked like a fool eagerly waving at someone who has their head in the air. It is not that I idolise her or anything I was just trying to be friendly. My friend was right.We must have this thing that makes people come to us and not us going to them.

Kopitiam


The word kopitiam originates from the Hockien dialect and it means coffee shop. It is a place where the lower income clan hang out and a place where the higher income clan shun. This is the heaven for old men. In kopitiams you will find an array of people. Some can sit in there the whole day and just order a cup of coffee, and some even greater ones order none. It is usually packed with people as these regular loyal customers has difficulty parting with the chairs in the kopitiam while sipping from the coffee cups that never runs dry. Kopitiams are the Starbucks of the olden days minus the Wifi. Kopitiams are usually set up in houses.


Which is why I think my house has been mistaken for one. People usually come to my house as though they are visiting a kopitiam. They will 'hang' at my place for hours without caring whether or not they are bothering us. They take my place as a rest house whereby they come in to escape the sweltering heat outside and while away their time as well as ours. They must be thinking why bother going to a kopitiam and wasting 70 cents on a cup of coffee when they can get free drinks as well as enjoying Astro while resting on the couch. My dad is to be blamed for our crib being mistaken for a kopitiam. These people would call for reservations when they are right outside my house to ask whether we are in. There was one who came in to pass time while waiting for his wife to finish work at 5 and fell asleep on our comfy couch, mouth open wide with drool almost coming out of it. They even pop in during dinner time and we have to sieze eating to entertain them. How thoughtful of these people.

High School Musical

Some other catchy tunes from the hit teen flick. Although I don't really get what the craze is all about. Perhaps it is because I have graduated from high school and this is certainly for high school students. After all it is called "High School Musical". Apparently this movie is quite a hit and they even launched a clothes line after it.


Bop To The Top





Breaking Free




*See what I mean about the lead actor's hair?

Happy New Year 2007

Another year has passed. This means that we are a year olderthereby we should be watching something more suitable with our age. But then again there is nothing wrong with a catchy tune to start the year. Although I don't really fancy this show and I seriously think that Zac Efron should do something with his hair there were some tunes in the show that were quite catchy. Here's one of them. The song is called "What I've Been Looking For" (according to youtube). Happy New Year!!!!!