Are you serious?!

Life Gets Harder as Hips Get Wider

2010-05-13T22:05:00.002+08:00

Our lovely and chubby second son has arrived on the 1st of January 2010! He is a TOTAL opposite of his brother. Here's the breakdown;

Son 1: Born Skinny

Son 2: Arrived with full set of droopy cheeks and love handles

Son 1: Serious as a baby

Son 2: Chummy and gives smiles in exchange for monkey tricks

Son 1: Sucks milk hard and fast like the oriental express

Son 2: Takes his time and moseys around

So, is this a tell-tale sign of their future characters/personalities to come? Who knows? :)

As for life getting harder as my hips get wider...it's due to the ageing process and not doing the proper exercises to strengthen my core muscles (and what's holding my whole body together!) Seriously, I didn't know that my hips could hurt like its on fire!

I feel old. Sigh. Time to put on the party clothes and paint the town red.

Oh wait...I can't fit into my party clothes. Time to get a fitness regime going before my body becomes a puddle of waddle madness!

Conditional Sharing

2009-05-24T23:05:00.003+08:00

I wish I could record all the memorable things that my Kid spews out (sentences, ofcourse). For example, my two-year-old Son and I were having a surface discussion about the future - and it involves sharing of toys with siblings.

The conversation went like this:

Me: "Son, will you share your toys with your little brother or sister (one day, in the future?)"

Son: *Nods his noggin and says a big* "YESSSS!"

Me: "Awww, you're such a cle..."

Before I could finish my praise, the Son walks over to his corner where he stashes his beloved toys and says...

Son: "This is Ryan's" (he points to his bicycle)

"That is Ryan's" (he points to his train set)

"This is Ryan's" (he points to his blocks)

And this goes on for a few more minutes until there's not many toys or books left to point at! I could not believe that my Toddler, was actually sorting out the stuff that he was going to share with his siblings - which is NONE!

Boy, am I going to have a gala time teaching my children the art of sharing!

A domesticated moment

2009-03-11T00:46:00.004+08:00

When I have a moment to let my mind wander, I sometimes think about what I want to buy. I don't consider myself a materialistic person (ask The Husband for confirmation on statement!), but here are the things that I think are "Must Haves" in my current life.

Wish List
1. Jack LaLayne Fruit Juicer (have you seen the juice that pumps out from this machine?)
2. Karcher Jet Spray (an awesome machine to wash floors on a hot day)
3. Dryer Machine (the monsoon season really messes up my clothes washing schedule)
4. Mac (no reason, just think its pretty to use)
5. Water filter (Puspel generously adds mud to our water supply)
6. Air filter (living nearby manufacturing factories adds to the air pollution factor)
7. Water Heater with a Pump system (Puspel generously is not generous with the water pressure in my area)

Notice all the stuff that I want are all mostly household items? Waitaminit...Have I been domesticated?

*blink* *blink*

*thinking about it...*

*still processing...*

*ding! ding! ding!*

A thought has just been served.

I think I have been bl**dy domesticated! Once again, going through another phase in my life. I choose to embrace it.

Now, if only The Husband would further support this domestication process by 'suprising' me with gifts from the list above. I'm sure the domestication ritual will be a smooth journey to endure.

*hint* *hint*

All Glammed Up and Nowhere to Go

2009-03-09T19:01:00.005+08:00

A talented photographer was looking for a "musician model" and looked me up through a friend. The photographer was selected by Flickr to showcase his photos during the KLDesigner Week exhibition.

I am now a firm believer of angles and PhotoShop (not that he did alot of photoshopping on my pics...I hope ;P). Here are some of the fantastic photos that the photographer took with his many lenses, cameras and angles.

My favourite photo is the one with The Husband and The Son! Glad we could be a part of this exhibition.

From a Single Status to Married Status to Mom Status

2009-03-07T15:20:00.003+08:00

Woo hoo! It can't get better than this!

The past three years has been a world-wind. In summary, I popped out a kid, moved house, got another dog and well...life continues.

It's funny how we adapt to different phases of life.

Adapting to a "Mom mode" has been a challenging, rewarding, grueling, and a satisfying experience.

Take for example a few minutes ago. My almost two-year-old coughing son threw-up (again)
...on his cot,
...then on the floor on the way to the bathroom,
...and then in the bathroom for a grand finale throw-up.

I was on my hands and knees cleaning up the remains of his stomach contents while thinking to myself, "Oh my God, is this my life?"

Then I looked up from the curdled milk residues and saw my son's cheeky smiling face and I thought to myself...I wouldn't change it for the world.

Lucky he's cute!

Emo Blackmail by the Pet

2006-12-08T13:39:00.000+08:00

Leaving the house to go to work is becoming harder and harder. It's not because we can't get up in the mornings (well, not ALL the time anyways); And it's not because we don't like work (well, on occasion).

My Puppy is giving us an emotional blackmail act. She knows how to look so darn sad! How does she do it? Well, you be the judge of that. Look at her eyes, the way she poses herself with her left paw under her jaw. She's got the, "They don't love me anymore" look. And darn it, she's getting very good at it!

There are times when we wave goodbye to her while driving away from the house, Athena will sit her back towards us, and give us a side glance (which is just as effective as the "paw-under-jaw" look), and then turn her head away from us and hear the car drive away.

I wonder what happens when we leave. Or what she's thinking. Maybe she knows what she's doing and thinks to herself, "Job well done today! Got the suckers to leave late because of me." Or "Yessss! Score 5 for dog and 0 for humans. I hope they'll get me a different chew toy that squeaks this time"

My First Hero

2006-11-22T11:26:00.000+08:00

The 'Garden of Eden' was a playground that captured many interesting memories of my toddlerhood.

One significant event was when I was three. In the evenings, my brother (then 11-years-old) would take me across the street, over a moonsoon drain, and into the woods (hence the name 'Garden of Eden') that led into a community playground. He usually puts me on the middle bar of his BMX bicycle when we venture in to the playground.

As we entered the woods, we heard a buzzing sound. It seemed to get louder and LOUDER as we went deeper into the woods. Realizing the unseen danger we were in, my brother continued to peddle faster to get out of the woods and into the open field. Sitting on the bar infront of him, I could hear his heart beat race into a code red. He peddled and peddled with his skinny legs, but because of the uneven terrain of branches and grass, and a 15kg passenger infront of him...we didn't make it out in time.

We saw a large cloud of angry bees formating in our direction. The buzzing of the bees were as deafening as those fighter planes speeding close to the ground. As the bees rapidly targeted our moving bicycle, my dear brother had no choice but make a hard decision and abandon the bicycle as it could not go fast enough to save us. He started to run in the direction of our house.

Unfortunately, I was trapped beneath the BMX. Imagine, a three-year-old struggling to push (those days) a non-graphite bicycle frame, attached with two solid bicycle tyres of from her small body.

"RUN SARAH! RUN!!!"

"I CAN'T! I STUCK! I STUCK! PLEASE HELPPP MEEEE!" I yelped in fear.

Seeing that I was helpless beneath the weight of the BMX, he pulled his shirt up to his face and ran blindly towards me. He grabbed me from under the bicycle, stuck me under his shirt, and ran for his life, literally.

It seemed like I was stuck under the sweaty cotton fabric shield forever. But in a few moments, he delivered me out of his shirt and into safety.

By then, the bees had subsided back into the woods. They knew they had won the battle.

My poor, dearest brother had over 20 bee stings on his face and hands.

Me? Nothing. Not even a scratch.

He's truly my first hero. This memory will forever be imprinted in my soul.

Santa Outsourced

2006-11-08T16:13:00.000+08:00

Sleepless in Rawang

2006-10-27T12:01:00.000+08:00

WONG DYNASTY ANNOUNCES EXPANSION IPO AND PRIVILEGES

2006-10-19T13:21:00.000+08:00

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE

WONG DYNASTY ANNOUNCES EXPANSION IPO AND PRIVILEGES
Market’s frenzied response indicates bright future for Wong Dynasty

Rawang, SELANGOR (19 October 2006) – At a star-studded event yesterday, Wong Dynasty Corp. Directors Leigh and Sarah Wong joyfully announced the initial public offering (IPO) for stocks in the Wong Dynasty Expansion Effort (WDEE), as well as corresponding commitments and privileges. The offering allows the public to buy into the Wong Dynasty by pledging various large amounts of financial resources as well as other forms of tangible support to its latest expansion venture.

“We are very thrilled with our new expansion phase,” enthused Wong Giok Leigh, 27, Director-Who-Wears-The-Pants-Or-So-He-Thinks of the Wong Dynasty’s latest venture. “We hope that this IPO will bring in the kind of support that will take us far – especially into our retirement at 45-years-old to a beachfront property at some laid back tropical locale with the family yacht.”

The Wong Dynasty Expansion IPO provides recognitions with an interesting twist. Each investor can opt to invest according to a category, which comes with corresponding responsibilities and privileges (See Chart 1 below for details).

Chart 1 – IPO Investor Levels, Corresponding Commitments and Privileges

Investor Level - Godparent

Commitments
(US$10,000 p.a.)
· Heavy financial investment for all future undertakings of the Wong Dynasty Expansion Effort (WDEE)
· Compulsory attendance for all important events (birthdays, school plays, bar-mitzvah, etc.)
· Extremely gratuitous gift-giving compulsory for Birthdays, Chinese New Year and Christmas

Privileges
· Unlimited hugs and kisses, without prompting
· Unlimited recognition and immediate address in Sweet Voice™ as “Kai Yeh/Kai Ma”, without any prompting
· Unlimited “Annoyance” privileges
· Unlimited showcases of reverential attitude, even until maturity of the WDEE (including telling friends about how wonderful and influential “Kai Yeh/Kai Ma” is to the WDEE)

Investor Level - True Family Friend
Commitments

(US$5,000 p.a.)
· Moderate financial investment for educational and developmental future undertakings of the WDEE
· Compulsory attendance for some important events, namely Birthdays.
· Very gratuitous gift giving encouraged for Birthdays, Chinese New Year and Christmas
Privileges
· Unlimited hugs and kisses, with prompting
· Dependant-on-mood recognition and immediate address in Sweet Voice™ as “Uncle/Auntie/Mr./Mrs.” with some prompting
· Limited “Annoyance” privileges

Investor Level - Old Family Friend
Commitments

(US$3,000 p.a.)
· Small financial investment for educational and developmental future undertakings of the WDEE
· Encouraged attendance for some important events, namely Birthdays.
· Gratuitous gift giving encouraged for Birthdays, Chinese New Year and Christmas
Privileges
· Limited hugs and kisses (once upon meeting, once upon departing)
· Dependant-on-mood recognition and immediate address in Sweet Voice™ as “Uncle/Auntie/Mr./Mrs.”

Investor Level - Family Friend

Commitments

(US$1,000 p.a.)
· Gratuitous gift giving encouraged for Birthdays, Chinese New Year and Christmas
Privileges

· Handshake/Curtsy upon arriving and departure (without prompting)
· Dependant-on-mood recognition and immediate address in Sweet Voice™ voice as “Mr./Mrs.”

Investor Level - Others
Commitments

(below US$1,000 p.a.)
· Try-not-to-be-cheap gift giving encouraged for Birthdays, Chinese New Year and Christmas
Privileges

· Handshake/Curtsy upon arriving and departure (with prompting)
· Dependant-on-mood recognition and immediate address in normal voice as “Mr./Mrs.”

Investor Level - Others

Commitments

· Stay away from the WDEE, or else!
Privileges

· A strict warning of, “Never talk to strangers. Otherwise, aim the mace at his/her eyes”

To apply as an IPO Investor, interest parties are encouraged to submit an application form as well as copies of identification cards, financial (bank/insurance/investment) statements, three most-recent pay slips, and a signed affidavit declaring unwavering dedication to the stipulated commitments. Forms can be retrieved from the Wong Dynasty headquarters in Rawang, Selangor. All applications must be received before 1 June 2007.

Wong Dynasty’s Director-Who-REALLY-Wears-The-Pants, Sarah Goh Ai Lin (age undisclosed) was also at the event, though she was unavailable for comment to the media. Her pale-but-happy countenance fueled investor speculation today on interest in digestive medication, toilet tissue and toilet bowl stocks.

In related news yesterday, the current Patriarch of the Wong Dynasty, Wong Hee Kee, 54, was awarded the Darjah Kebesaran Cahaya Mata Dynasty Wong (CMDW), which carries with it the title, “Datuk.”

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WHEN INSULTS HAD CLASS

2006-09-21T18:45:00.000+08:00

"He has all the virtues I dislike and none of the vices I admire." - Winston Churchill

"A modest little person, with much to be modest about." -Winston Churchill

"I have never killed a man, but I have read many obituaries with great pleasure." - Clarence Darrow

"He has never been known to use a word that might send a reader to the dictionary." - William Faulkner (about Ernest Hemingway)

"Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big words?" - Ernest Hemingway (about William Faulkner)

"Thank you for sending me a copy of your book; I'll wasteno time reading it." - Moses Hadas

"He can compress the most words into the smallest idea of any man I know." - Abraham Lincoln

"I've had a perfectly wonderful evening. But this wasn'tit." - Groucho Marx

"I didn't attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it." - Mark Twain

"He has no enemies, but is intensely disliked by his friends." - Oscar Wilde

"I am enclosing two tickets to the first night of my new play, bring a friend... if you have one." - George BernardShaw to Winston Churchill

"Cannot possibly attend first night, will attend second...if there is one." - Winston Churchill, in response.

Picture of Bliss

2006-07-11T19:28:00.000+08:00

My father walking me down the aisle...my greatest pleasure and his greatest joy. Both powerful elements of our "ThanksGiving Wedding Reception" on July 8th, 2006.

It's the most beautiful moment that I'll always remember. :)

04.05.06

2006-05-03T21:05:00.000+08:00

Alot of people reminisce how birthdays used to be so much fun.

Cakes were a treat, presents appeared by the dozens, and feelings were so magical.

As one grows more "mature", cakes become hazardous to ones diet, presents disappears to just two (including the one present you bought yourself) and feelings are overwhelmed with dread.

It's time to overcome that and cherish every birthday with open arms.
Let's face it. There's no way one can stop growing older. So if you can't beat it, join it!

So on my birthday (04.05.06)*hint*hint*, I wish for world peace (I've got a part to play in saving the world, haven't I?) and to age gracefully with joyfulness as my outlook, and wisdom as my inner strength.

SYMPTOMS OF BEING OVER 25

2006-05-03T21:00:00.000+08:00

1. You leave clubs before the end to "beat the rush".

2. You get more excited about having a roast on a Sunday than going clubbing.

3. You stop dreaming of becoming a professional footballer and start dreaming of having a son who might instead.

4. Before throwing the local paper away, you look through the property section.

6. All of a sudden, Tony Blair is not 46, he's only 46.

7. Before going out anywhere, you ask what the parking is like.

8. Rather than throw a knackered pair of trainers out, you keep them because they'll be all right for the garden.

9. You buy your first ever T-shirt without anything written on it.

10. Instead of laughing at the innovations catalogue that falls out of the newspaper, you suddenly see both the benefit and money saving properties of a plastic winter cover for your garden bench and an electronic mole repellent for the lawn.

11. You start to worry about your parents' health.

12. You complain that ecstasy's "not as pure as it used to be coz you know that if you have some it will take about 48 hours to recover and anyway, you might look a bit of an idiot.

13. You don't get funny looks when you buy a Disney video or a Wallace and Gromit bubble bath, as the sales assistant assumes they are for your child.

14. Pop music all starts to sound crap.

15. You become powerless to resist the lure of self-assembly furniture.

16. The benefits of a pension scheme become clear.

17. You wish you had a shed.

18. You have a shed.

19. You actually find yourself saying "They don't make 'em like that anymore" and "I remember when there were only 3 TV channels" and "Of course(c)(c)in my day...."

20. Instead of tutting at old people who take ages to get off the bus, you tut at schoolchildren whose diction is poor.

21. When sitting outside a pub you become envious of their hanging baskets.

22. You come face to face with your own mortality for the first time, and the indestructibility of the 20s gives way to a realisation that you are but passing through this life and if you don't settle down soon and have kids you'll have no-one to look after you when you're old and frail and incontinent and you can't go on p**sing your life up against a wall forever and think of how many brain cells you're destroying every time a swift half turns into 10 pints, and look at that, a full set of stainless steel saucepans for 99 quid, they cost as much as 35 each if you buy them separately, and you get a milk pan thrown in, ...

23. You find yourself saying "is it cold in here or is it just me?"

If you choke a smurf, what colour does it turn?

2006-04-07T16:02:00.000+08:00

I was at a government tax department near my work place to open a file. I walked towards an "information counter" and asked the guy there where can I open a file? He said without hesitation, "Tingkat tujuh" (seventh floor). So I walked to the lift, pressed the up button and waited for the lift. There was another guy waiting for the lift, so when the lift arrived, we went in together to the same floor.

We got off from the lift and looked for someone to help us. There was a guard standing by a pile of self-help books. So I walked towards him and asked,

"Excuse me, where can I open a file for my taxes?"

He looked at me with furrowed brows and said, "Ground floor."

I tried by best not to roll my eyes behind my head or scream,

"Why God? Why Me??"

I had to take a moment to control myself, and thanked the guard for his "help". When I went to the lift, the same guy that was riding up with me was there. He too, looked a little frazzled. We exchanged mutual frustrated shrugs.

When we reached the ground floor, I marched towards the "Information Counter" and asked another person,

"ExCUSEEE ME, WHERE CAN I OPEN A FILE FOR MY TAXES?"

The lady looked at me and gave me a form. I said thank you. And she asked me,

"Where do you live?"

"Rawang," I replied.

She said, "Oh you have to go to Jalan Duta to open your file. We can't do it here."

Why couldn't SOMEONE tell me this EARLIER? It's so hard to judge people with their prefixed stereotypes. But if they don't want us to judge them...then DON'T ACT LIKE THE STEREOTYPE!

If you choke a smurf, what colour does it turn?

F1 Here we Come!

2006-03-21T11:38:00.000+08:00

I still have the ringing sound in my ears. The ear plugs were thick and foamy. Unfortunately, it wasn't thick enough to cut out the roaring noise of the engines and the screetching noise of the F1 race car tires.

Last weekend was a blast. The Husband and I went to Sepang to catch the once a year event live at the race tracks. We were blessed by receiving Rm1000 tickets and shaded parking.

People from around the world flocked to the main entrance to enter into the realm of a "high-flying" life. T-shirts (that can be found at F.O.S or Chee Cheong Kai for quarter of the price) worth RM150 onwards can be seen hanging all over the "Official Merchandize" booths. Beer costs RM16 and Soft Drinks costs RM5.

All in all, the "high-flying" life costs are not worth it. But the experience of watching fast and loud cars whizz by you...well, it was an experience.

The first round was the most exciting of all. The adrenaline of the crowd was pumping as fast as the pistons in those cars.

"VVVRRRRROOOMmmmmmmMMMMmmm"

*crowd screams and waves at the first car whizzing by*

"VVVVRRRROOOOMMMMmmmmmmmm"
"VVVVRRRROOOOMMMMMmmmmmmmmm"
"VVVVRRRROOOOMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmm"
"VVVVRRRROOOOMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmm"
"VVVVRRRROOOOMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmm"

*crowd screams and waves at the second, third, fourth and fifth car whizzing by"

*Silence* .

"VRRRROOOMMMMMMMmmmmmm"

*crowd jeers at the last car whizzing by*

After three rounds, I started to read a book.

At the end of the day. We were tired, but we're glad we took this opportunity to go on a free date!

Next time, I'll try and get tickets to a fashion runway. I'm sure the Husband would appreciate the sight and sounds of this human race track.

Anyone out there knows how to get us in (prefably with backstage passes)?

If only dogs had eyebrows

2006-03-09T12:47:00.000+08:00

As I come out of my door to enter the main house, I spy Athena, my German Shepherd puppy eyeing me from the corner of her usual spot. From where she rests, she can get a good view of the human traffic flow in and out of the house.

I stopped in the middle of my path to greet her, she looks at me, pauses and gets up. It's as if she was waiting to see whether I'll continue walking to the house or wait for her to run over for a morning pat on the head.

In this whole process, Athena's eyes never leave me. There's so many changes of expression in her eyes from the minute she sees me to when I greet her.

If only dogs had eyebrows, the expressions would be easier to interpret.

Seriously...Are you SERIOUS???

2006-02-27T18:41:00.000+08:00

It's really true. The world is full of idi...I mean, ignorant people. I made this conclusion when I joined the Yahoo! Answers (beta version) for the heck of it. I've got a lot of "interesting" questions in my head that are too embarassing to ask, but at the same time, interested to find out what the answers are.

So instead of calling my vet at 11pm to ask him a spur of the moment question about my dog, I tried Yahoo! Answers - and typed in "Can I bathe my dog if she is on heat?". Now, anyone around the world who has access to the internet and have signed up for this Yahoo! Answers program can give their opinions. And opinions did they give!

Here are two prototype idiot answers to my question "Can I bathe my dog if she is on heat?"

Answer 1.
Cristina replied : Actually, Don't.
1. Feel her neck and her forehead.
2. If she is sick, get her temperature.
3. If her fever is really high,you have 2 things to choose from.Take her to the vet or take care of her by yourself.
4. Make her feel a little warm until a little cool. (What on EARTH does that mean, m*r*n?)
5. If she's not hot anymore,you can bathe her

Answer 2
Here's the answer that TheUniqueOne gave (to my question and not to the one above):

haha! In heat doesn't mean she has a temperature! it means she's on her period silly!

I'm speechless *shaking my head*.

My my my, How Much We've Grown

2006-02-14T19:49:00.000+08:00

My college mates and I had a reunion. Some brought their girlfriends, some brought their husbands/wives, and others brought their children. Life is really whizzing by!

Our guest of honour, (slightly related to the Dalai Lama) came back for a visit. It was great to catch up with old friends!

Guess who's the father? ;)

stretchh."ahh".yawnn."yeahh"

2005-12-03T11:03:00.000+08:00

So this is what it feels like - freedom of nothing to do.Yay! *Doing the jiggy dance*

It is a beautiful Saturday morning. I'm taking a break from life's activities. Giving myself a time-out is a necessity. I could feel my brain cells breaking down and dissolving into thin air due to over working. Need to recharge.

So today, is the day of rest. What shall I do?

Watch a movie?..."Nahhh"
Read a book? ... "Nahhh"
Clean the house? ..."Maybe later"
Surf the net..."No way!" (cause I already do that at work)
Play with dogs? ..."Nahhh, not the whole day anyways"

Sigh... Maybe I'll go and visit a nearby grocery store and do some walking there.

Darn, that means I'd have to put on some clothes.

Alrighty. I'm officially bored.

To all the ugly girls out there...

2005-11-25T17:52:00.000+08:00

There’s still HOPE! Why? Because a great personality counts! Yeah!

It was a dreary Friday afternoon. I was doing some research for an article that I was writing until I heard the phone ring. I peered from the side of my computer, and saw that it was one of my colleague’s phone ringing.

So I intercepted the call, and the conversation went like this;

ME:“Hello, This is the *** **** Berhad. How can I help you?”
A male voice, medium range in pitch said, “Hi, may I please speak to X?
ME: “He’s not in at the moment. Would you like to leave a message?”
Man: “No, it’s ok. Is this Sarah? It’s me, XX, we were introduced briefly the other day”
ME: “Oh hi, XX, how are you doing?”
Man: “Doing great. It’s the weekend…” and yada yada yada
Five minutes into our casual conversation,
Man says, “So can I have your hand phone number so that I don’t have to call the office?”
ME: “WHHATT? I’m SOrrrry. Can you REPEAT that AGAIN? I’m kinda HARD of hearing”
Man: “Damn, you’re not letting me get off easy with this, are you?”
ME: “Hahaha…No, I’m NOT letting you get anywhere. And by the way, did I mention that I was MARRIED?”
This was an absolute “Scrubs ” moment. I could almost see him reach for a cangkul and dig a hole under his desk to bury what’s left of his pride.
Man: “OhhhhhHhhhhh…Well, at least I asked,” and laugh’s nervously
ME: “I guess so.” Short silence “Need a Band-Aid?”
He was grateful that I was able to lighten the situation with a witty banter.

So to all of you – plain janes, flat chested, pimple infested, gappy toothed, heavy set women out there…Personality plays a big part in attraction. If you don’t have the money to change the way you look, then start building a strong character. Develop that, and you’ll get a man interested in you because of YOU - Priceless

But if you think you’re not one to turn heads, I would suggest that you use the phone as your first impression tool to start off ;)

Foxtrot - A mirror of my life.

2005-11-23T10:17:00.000+08:00

Defender of the Home

2005-11-17T20:27:00.000+08:00

Athena – Goddess of wisdom, the practical arts, warfare, and the protectress of cities. A mighty name for a dog to bear. But the bitch beareth it well.

Athena, is our 6th month-old German Shepard. She came equipped with killer instincts and a deadly growl.

Every night, I peer through my window to see what Athena is up to. Sometimes she’s sleeping on her back with her paws in the air; other times she’s irritating our other dog – a pug, by running round and round and round him. But at her best times, she’s loyally guarding the main doors of her master’s home.

Her ears prick up, like she’s trying to catch and decipher the unseen waves in the air for any enemy intrusion. She gets up on all four, posing like she’s going to charge forward. Slowly, she puts her right paw gently forward. Like she doesn’t want the rustle of grass sounds to alert her unseen enemy and she makes a dash to the garden.

Without a sound, she pounces on something on the ground. Her nose starts to twitch as she deciphers her catch. As she lifts her paw to check on the enemy, it hops out of the her grasp.

What an exciting match to watch! The enemy seems to be confusing her with its zigzag hopping formation. She pounces after the hopping object with much vigor and speed. But alas, after 10 minutes of high strung hopping activity Athena loses her enemy into the dark side.

With a mixed look of wild excitement and defeat, she heavily pants her way back to the front doors of her master’s house.

Between laps of water from her bowl, she looks into the night to scan for more excitement.

The night is still young. The goddess of warfare will keep on defending her master's home without a shadow of doubt.

Stalk-her

2005-11-09T23:34:00.000+08:00

A colleague sitting opposite me has been getting a range of raunchy to sentimental SMS's in broken English from an unknown admirer (Aka Stalker).

"I miss you" and "What part of you?" are just a few to begin with.

This one way SMS romance has been going on for a few days until today. Stalkee (my colleague) confronted the Stalker using the office hunting phone line.

After three rings, Stalker picks up the phone.

"Hello? May I know who is this?", asked Stalkee.

"Yellow? Ermm...vhat you vhanting? Who'r you?", replied Stalker in a heavy Indian accent.

"No, what is your name? And why are you SMS-ing me?" asked Stalkee in a firm voice.

"Ohhh...ohh...vhat is your nomborr?," asked Stalker suddenly sounding sickly sweet.

"What? You have been SMS-ing me for the past few days and you don't know my number? How did you get my number?" asked Stalkee who was trying to keep her cool.

"Ohhh..I picketed your nomborr from a phone book. Vhat you like to eat?" cooed the desperate Stalker.

"I am not going to answer your question. Please don't contact me again." said Stalkee
("or I will send your number to the proper authorities to cut of your puny 11th digit off..." I whispered)

"Errrr...vhich part of you?" asked Stalker being selective in his hearing.

"Huh? What part of me what?" asked Stalkee out of frustration and curiousity.
("What part of me wants to slap your horny ass..." I chidded her to reply)

"Vhat part! Vhat part you from?" Stalker finally gets frazzled.

"Once again, I'm not going to answer your questions. I'm asking you nicely to stop SMS-ing me. Do you understand me?" demanded Stalkee.

Silence (One could almost hear half his brain waves trying to connect to the other half on the line)

"Hello?" asked Stalkee while rolling her eyes out of impatience.

"Yellow, yellow. Yokay yokay. No more talking to you. You girls are no funny to talk" replied Stalker in a sulky tone.

And the phone went dead.

My colleague shrugged her shoulders and gently put down the receiver.

I must say she handled the situation pretty well. I would not have wasted my diplomacy on a rectal cranial inversion person (Aka TOTAL ASS)like her Stalker.

I guess the lesson learnt today was...

Don't list your phone number in the directory.

Bridging the Gap

2005-11-02T09:03:00.000+08:00

"What cards do you have, kid?", asked the 57-year old uncle nonchalantly.

"Hey, you're not supposed to ask!", replied the 7-year old who scrambled to hide his cards (which were too big and too many for his hand to hold).

"Haiya, why so kiasu? Can't an uncle help you out? I tell you what, if you show me your cards, I'll show you mine", grinned the 57-year old uncle.

"Oklahhhh" replied the 7 year-old after contemplating the odds of how many times he had won in the last few rounds (0:8) and proceeded to show his cards to his uncle.

Before the exchange of card-showdown happened, the 35 year-old mother of the 7 year-old kid screeched a "NoooOOOOOoooOOOOoo!"

"That uncle cheats!" And proceeded to grab the kids hands full of jumble cards away from the laughing uncle.

"When mummy was your age, this uncle did the same trick. He wants to see your cards so that he can win!" explained the 35-year-old mother while arranging the jumbled cards in an organized manner.

"Hey...where got? Please, I'm a respectable and honest uncle. Don't try to tarnish my excaliber reputation like that!" replied the mischievious 57-year old uncle.

And the game continued on for hours until it was nap time for both the uncle and the kid.

It's important that different generations can work together and most importantly PLAY together!

Taking the time off to play! :)

Happy Deepa Raya!

May She Rest in Peace

2005-10-20T10:57:00.000+08:00

To Pak Lah,

My condolences. Your country grieves with you.

Wishing you peace during this time of mourning.

Live, let live, and let go

2005-10-19T19:24:00.000+08:00

You’ll never know who you’ll find on the net. And you’ll never know who finds you.

What if, you’ve gotten rid of the past but the past ain’t got rid of you?

They lurk behind IP addresses and anonymous nicknames.

They still want to know what you’re doing, where you’ve been and how you’re getting on with life.

Some might say, “Knowledge is Power”. But other’s might say, “Live, let live, and let go”.

What’s the use of using that knowledge when they’ve got nothing to use it against?

It’s like grabbing sand, throwing it in the air, and getting some in the eyes.

Frustrating and painful isn’t it?

Friends looking up old friends are a different story.

But what if enemies look up old enemies?

What if bitterness looks up bitterness?

What if fire looks up fire?

All you’ll get is ashes - remnants of the past.

The Past, is meant to be left behind. "Live, let live, and let go."

Life Updates

2005-10-17T18:43:00.000+08:00

The Husband has had some time to capture and create an online life journal for the both of us.

Life in general, has been a great challenge. The job aspect has given me the endurance of the mind to just keep on improving.

For instance, I work in a software solutions company and do their writing for them.

All my life, I was never really drawn to technology and was petrified to figure out how things worked behind the scenes (html codings and such).

Now, I have to WRITE about it and explain to my many audiences why they should BUY our solutions to make work more profitable and efficient.

Life's kinda funny that way.

The Marriage aspect has also given me the endurance of the heart to keep on loving unconditionally.

I've learned that through lots of communication, patience, understanding, wisdom, and dirty-looks really hold a marriage together ;)

I've also accepted the fact that there will be two loves in The Husband's life. His lovely wife (Me) and his lovely whore (Ps2).

Actually, I don't really mind the Ps2 that much anymore. At least it keeps his mind occupied from thinking about having sex. ;)

A side the job and marriage, I'm also being challenged by 13-17 year-old girls on Saturdays.

Some of these girls are real gems - talented and brainy. Some of them are getting the hang of living life as an adolescent. And a handful are bitches in the making.

What I would give to incorporate corporal punishment.

So even on weekends, I'm challenged to expand my wisdom, stretch my patience and develop my tolerance to some disrespectful teenagers.

Man...it's hard to give up Saturdays. I guess I'm giving "Challenge" a run for its money.

Do they have deluxe rooms at the looney house?

2005-08-09T11:59:00.000+08:00

My subconscious is trying to tell me that I'm screwed-up.

I have this annoying gift of remembering dreams from the night/morning before I wake up naturally before my alarm rings.

I dreamed that my family and I were at this camp. I saw bunk beds and smelled musky carpets – yeap…definitely a church camp. As my family and I were walking in the dormitory, we started to grow smaller in size. It reached a point where I was the shape and size of and 8 year old. (I guess I remembered how I looked like when I was eight because that was the end of my “cute” stage – needless to say, it’s gone downhill from there. Right, back to my dream.)

I was walking with another small kid when we passed the front entrance of the dormitory. There were rattan chairs with pillows on it and a rattan coffee table with a glass top to go with it (Good job with the matching, SubCon!) I stopped, and peeked out of the door, and saw a cloud of dust coming towards us.

Emerging from that cloud, was two big Harley looking bikes with a foreign flag attached to a long antenna at the back of the bike. A split second later, a convoy of expensive looking dark coloured Rolls Royce (I’m not kidding!) emerged from the clouds behind the bikes.

The little kid and I were scared at this important looking arrival, so we jumped on the rattan sofa and pretended to sleep. We heard sounds of the car doors closing. There were footsteps coming towards us. I opened my eyes to peek who was at the door. And by george! I was so confused…it was clearly him!

I looked again, and there was no doubt that this was definitely him! How could it be? Why would he drive in a convoy with expensive cars to turn heads and Harley bikes with foreign flags to lead him here? Isn’t he supposed to be in hiding? (I thought ALL of this crap when I was supposed to be sleeping!? No wonder, I’m so tired today.)

Well, I think I’ll check myself into a psychiatric ward or something. Clearly, someone who dreams of Saddam Hussein visiting a church camp has some deep psychological problems.

Dry Spell

2005-08-02T18:39:00.000+08:00

The whirlwind of adventure has passed through the Queendom of Mylife.

My grandmother of a hundred-and-one years old was welcomed into heaven on the 29th of July, 2005.
My nephew of a 4 hours was welcomed into earth on 2nd of August, 2005. (The dates are for my benefit)

Jotting down memories from my adventures seems so pale and blah. I'm not doing it justice.

Dry spell in the Land of Vocab situated in Mylife Queendom.

Chinese Ed Vs. Stupid Ed

2005-06-06T18:19:00.000+08:00

I called Mr. Director of Sales (DOS) to make it known to him that I have sent in a request form (a procedure to prolong getting the money out of the company), and would like him to approve as soon as he can. I’ve already done the ground work which means I’ve researched the best deal, and that Mr. Chief Financial Officer (CFO) has verbally approved. My Ms. Manager always said, “You’ve got to make sure that things get done. And that means if they take a long time to approve, we’ve got to chase them for it.”

So Mr. DOS said, “Ok. Just leave me a memo that Mr. CFO has approved. And if he can sign it, that would be better.”

So that’s what I did. I trudge my, then, happy self to Mr. CFO’s room and explained the situation.

Mr. CFO was not pleased that I wanted his magic signature. Why? BECAUSE IT’S NOT IN THE FREAKIN’ PROCEDURE!

Eventhough I explained that this was for Mr. DOS’s records, and that he ASKED me to GET HIS SIGNATURE if possible, he REFUSED to sign.

Now let me explain Mr. CFO’s character. He is a typical Chinese educated Chinaman character that happens to be a typical Chinese educated Chinaman accountant stereotype = ANAL RETENTIVE. He can’t pronounce his ‘R’s, and his jokes are ONLY funny if he makes a fool out of himself while telling the joke.

So, back to the scenario. I patiently explained in simple English that Mr.DOS wants his signature for his own records. Mr. CFO looks at me and repeats that this is NOT the PROCEDURE. And I tried another simple way of explaining that Mr. DOS just wants to know if Mr. CFO approves, and all he needs to do is put his tiny initials on the simple piece of paper. Mr. CFO gets all huffed-and-puffed about the whole thing that he raises his puny little voice, tells me that this is NOT the PROCEDURE, calls his slave boy (a.k.a Mr.Wannabe CFO) in and tells HIM that this is NOT the PROCEDURE.

But he signed it anyways.

My not-so-happy-self trudged out. Confused, angry and frustrated, I surrendered the form over to Mr. Wannabe CFO (a.k.a slave boy) and wrote an email to Mr. DOS explaining the situation.

I learned one valuable lesson though. If taking orders is going to overlap and affect the procedure…don’t follow the orders. BECAUSE IT’S NOT IN THE FREAKIN’ PROCEDURE!

For the Sake of Love

2005-05-18T18:06:00.000+08:00

The Husband, Sister-in-Law and I went to watch Star Wars-"Revenge of the Sith" yesterday night.

Very fortunately, we received premier-preview-presneak tickets from somebody-who-knows-us (It's not who you know, it's who knows you).
However, very unfortunately, I'm not a fan of Sci-Fi. BUT The Husband is a huge fan so he gets excited on behalf of me.

The Husband is one whom would stand-up, put his hand near his heart area, hum along with the theme song at the beginning of the show, AND sit down, watch the cast listings roll up, bow his head, and pray for each and every one of the cast/crew for their talent.

So now that we have established the main characters of this true story, let me tell you how the title of this blog came along.

After the movie, the sponsors were giving out posters of the movie. But because The Husband took a long time to pray for all of the cast/crew members, we were one poster too late.

He looked so sad and pitiful that I nearly jumped on a kid who was rolling up his poster into a tube (he had a sister who already had a poster, they should learn how to share anyway!). There were other instances where I was looking for opportunities to find a poster for The Husband which I shall list further into this true story.

So off we trudged back to the carpark. On the way there, we came across the sponsor's main booth. This booth had 2 life-sized cardboards of Darth Vader and the other white guy.

The Sister-in-Law and I marched up to the guy who was packing up the booth and asked him;

Me: "Hi, I was just wondering whether you'll be giving this life-sized cardboard person away."
Guy: "Uggh..ugghh...me don't know. Girl there know..come...ugghh...ugghh"

So I followed this caveman to this lady and asked,

Me: "Hi, I was just wondering whether you'll be giving this life-sized cardboard person away."
Lady: "Errr...who are you-ah?"
Me: "I'm just a normal citizen who err..is a HUGE STAR WARS FAN, and who also wants to know whether I can either get this life-sized cardboard person for free or for a reasonable price."
Lady: "Ohh.. errr... I dun know-lah. This not mine one. This is sponsor's one. You have to go upstairs there and ask the sponsors if you one-loh."

For the Sake of Love, I thought about jumping on innocent kids (a thought is still a sin); I thought of "borrowing" a poster from a guy that had TWO posters (a thought to not return it is a BIGGER SIN); and worst of all...I lied about being a huge fan and had to endure two cave people while thinking of just running off with the life-sized cardboard person.

For the Sake of Love...

Busy Busy Busy

2005-04-22T10:39:00.000+08:00

It has been such a long time since I've blogged that I forgot my password! Twiddle-dee-dummer!

I've recently diagnosed myself as having a disorder called "spoonerism". I've been doing this tongue twister thing for a while now and it's time I've come out of the closet with it.

This disorder only comes about when I'm tired and when there's a loose connection in my brain. The other day, I was telling The Husband, "I think I'm going to lin the wottery". Other fabulous words that I've jumbled up are;

1. Annifer Janiston (Jennifer Aniston)
2. Grown Barden (Brown Garden)
3. Shertain Cower (Curtain Shower)

There's more, I just can't remember what they were. The wonders of how the circuits in the brain gets crossed.

CGI Joe

2005-03-03T17:37:00.000+08:00

Definition of CGI Joe: A hard-core CGI script programmer with all the social skills and charisma of a plastic action figure.

Now that we are acquainted with CGI Joe, let me introduce you to the situation I had with him.

S: "Hey Joe*, my computer doesn't have an audio card."
Joe: "Umm...I think I took it out of your computer"
S: "Oh, can I have it back? I need it for Skype"
J: "Er...I'll try to find it."

...A Few Days Later...

S:"Hey Joe*, about that sound card...have you found one yet?"
J:"Brb"

...A FEW Days Later...

I was talking to one of my colleagues, when Joe* marched in carrying a dusty old soundcard in his hands. He quietly placed this foreign device (to me anyway) on my table and marched away without saying a word.

Needless to say, I still can't fully use Skype yet.

**Name has been changed to protect the identity of this being.

How to Shower Like a Woman vs. How to Shower Like a Man.

2005-02-22T15:40:00.000+08:00

A friend sent me this joke. It's slightly exaggerated, but true non-the-less. Some parts more true than others. Won't highlight which one ;) Enjoy!

+ + How To Shower Like A Woman + +

Take off clothing and place it in sectioned laundry hamper according
to lights and darks.

Walk to bathroom wearing long dressing gown.

If you see husband along the way, cover up any exposed areas.

Look at your womanly physique in the mirror - make mental note to Do more sit-ups / leg-lifts, etc

Get in the shower. Use face cloth, arm cloth, leg cloth, long
loofah, wide loofah and pumice stone.

Wash your hair once with cucumber and sage shampoo with 43 added vitamins.

Wash your hair again to make sure it's clean.

Condition your hair with grapefruit mint enhanced conditioner.

Wash your face with crushed apricot facial scrub for 10 minutes
until red.

Wash entire rest of body with ginger nut and jaffa cake body wash.

Rinse conditioner off hair.

Shave armpits and legs.

Turn off shower. Squeegee off all wet surfaces in shower. Spray mold
Spots with Tilex.

Get out of shower. Dry with towel the size of a small country.

Wrap hair in super absorbent towel.

Return to bedroom wearing long dressing gown and towel on head.

If you see husband along the way, cover up any exposed areas.
+ + + + +

+ + How To Shower Like A Man + +

Take off clothes while sitting on the edge of the bed and leave
them in a pile.

Walk naked to the bathroom.

If you see wife along the way, shake wiener at her making the
'woo-woo' sound.

Look at your manly physique in the mirror.

Admire the size of your wiener and scratch your ass.

Get in the shower. Wash your face. Wash your armpits.

Blow your nose in your hands and let the water rinse them off

Fart and laugh at how loud it sounds in the shower.

Spend majority of time washing privates and surrounding area.

Wash your butt, leaving those coarse butt hairs stuck on the soap.

Wash your hair. Make a Shampoo Mohawk.

Pee.

Rinse off and get out of shower.

Partially dry off. Fail to notice water on floor because curtain
was hanging out of tub the whole time.

Admire wiener size in mirror again.

Leave shower curtain open, wet mat on floor, light & fan on.

Return to bedroom with towel around waist.

If you pass wife, pull off towel, shake wiener at her and make
the 'woo-woo' sound again.

Throw wet towel on bed.

Do we really have to send THEM?

2005-02-04T10:35:00.000+08:00

Today's newspaper had just confirmed my concern about PutraJaya's road planning. Please read my blog posted on January 17, 2005. You will clearly see what I was griping about.

Today, that gripe is substantiated by The Star Publication regarding the opinion of PutraJaya road planners. It's no wonder why they were not invited to go and plan one of the cities destroyed by a certain big wave.

The Star Online, February 4, 2005
http://www.thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2005/2/4/nation/10081794&sec=nation

KUALA LUMPUR: Malaysian town planners will be involved in drafting the master plan for the reconstruction of Aceh, Deputy Prime Minister Datuk Seri Najib Tun Razak said.
He said he would lead a delegation to Aceh on Monday, along with several planners, who were selected by the Housing and Local Government Ministry.
To a question, Najib said the master plan would not be based on that of Putrajaya.
“Although those who planned Putrajaya will be involved in drafting the master plan in Aceh, the philosophy and architecture have to be based on local needs and tastes,” said Najib, who had been asked by Abdullah to co-ordinate the reconstruction work with Indonesia

Interesting...interesting. So let's just go ahead and read behind the lines.

To a snide remark, Najim* retorted that the master plan (of Bandar Achih*) should deserve better than the crap we have at PutraJaya, (plus, it's going to be an international thing so we have to put more thought and less bribe into it.)
"Although the Scrabble Club who planned PutraJaya will be involved in picking the material for the blueprints of Bandar Acheh*, we will hire REAL city planners to plan a structured and logical blueprint for them to leave peacefully in," said Najim* who had be asked by Abdillah* to co-ordinate the reconstruction work with Indonisia*.

**Names and places have been changed to protect the author from being escorted into jail.

Gimme back my illegal workers!

2005-02-02T16:14:00.000+08:00

It’s interesting to see how some Malaysian’s are reacting towards the government’s clamp down on illegal immigrants. Some are commending the effort, and some are just plain angry. Why? They have to do the dirty work of their business, plus, they’re losing precious sleep.

The Star reported on February 2, 2005 http://www.thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2005/2/2/nation/10060805&sec=nation

Restaurant owner K. Puspa, who tried in vain to get work permits for four Indian workers, said she was now left in the lurch as there was no one to cook for her customers.
“I’m upset and angry. Chinese New Year is approaching and that’s when we have a lot of customers. Now I have to reduce the shop’s operating hours by half, learn how to make roti canai and prepare the food myself.
“I’m also barely getting three hours of sleep daily,” said Puspa, who was previously cheated of RM6,000 when she tried to apply for the permits through agents.

I’ve heard the same thing from one of the Malay restaurant operators at my workplace. They had to cut down on working hours as well as do things themselves. And they’re not too happy about it either.

SO…do these particular business owners have the right to be angry at the government for taking/scaring away their illegal workers?

H*ll no! is my humble opinion. First of all, they’re cheating on income tax payments by hiring these illegal workers.

Second of all, they cheating Malaysians a chance to get a job.

Sure, Malaysians in general are particularly fussy about jobs. But that does not give these business owners the right to hire illegal immigrant workers.

I hope that the government will continue to uphold the virtue of the law. I know it's pretty d@mn hard in this country, but we've got to start somewhere.

Rejoined Rat Race

2005-01-31T17:20:00.000+08:00

It feels good to be of some professional use again. I've found a job. Or rather a job found me. I start in February. Yay for me! Yay for The Husband! Yay for the starving bank account!

I've been fortunate enough to have had a good rest from my last job. My tank is all filled-up, my body parts have been replenished, and I'm ready to rejoin the rat race once again.

Saaaammmmy!!!

2005-01-17T19:13:00.000+08:00

The roads are new and smooth, the lamp posts' have stylish characters, the buildings have their own proud identity, and the traffic light's design gave us a glimpse of the future.

Everything looks grreaat except for one thing.

The road planner probably took an online course in road mapping and decided to plan the roads like the Scrabble board game. Serious!

The Husband and I arrived this so called "well-planned city" with high expectations to get some documents in order but was thoroughly amazed at the dumbness of the city's layout as we departed the city.

Ok, to be fair, I might be judging a little too early about the road planning since it's still a new city. But COME ON! How can one build a beautiful, smooth road that SUDDENLY ENDS in the middle of no where? When I say suddenly ends, I mean, the road just cuts short, eventhough the sign says it's supposed to lead to our destination. And there were no signs of further road development.

There were no detour signs, no caution of an unfinished road ahead, and no brains involved whatsoever.

*scratching head* Haven't the road planners have enough 'planning' experience with Petaling Jaya and Subang Jaya? I mean, d*mn! I think we deserve to have some strategic road planning that makes sense!!!

*sigh* First class infrastructure, third world mentality. Poor Samy V. Can't get enough of that old geezer.

Boys and their toys

2004-12-23T16:51:00.000+08:00

Question: Why do grown males never quit playing with their toys?
I'm not talking about their joystick here. (Oh heaven forbid that they'll stop playing with that lest they shrivel up and die)

Is it because it brings back good memories?
Is it because it inspires them in their work?
Is it because it helps them to unwind after work?
Is it because they don't have anything better to do?
Is it because they DON'T WANT TO GROW UP?

I've never seen a grown woman play with her Barbie doll or Cabbage kids. The most that they would do is rearrange them (if they still had them) and protect it from dust collecting.

So...Why do GROWN men still want to play with their toys? I'm stumped.

Women around the world are complaining that they have to compete with their grown man's toys for attention. I do understand that everyone needs their own personal time and space, but what if there's too little time and not enough space?

So the second question here is: Why don't some grown men know when to stop playing with their toys?

I guess everyone has their own timing. Unfortunately when it comes to playing with toys, the timing is never right.

Why? Because the other person would think that there's much more important things that should be done. Like mowing the lawn or fixing the sink.

Woman and man seem to speak the same language. But when language escapes from the oral cavities, through the atmosphere medium and into the cavum concha...something changes.

I guess that's why we're in love with these creatures. They irritate the h*ll out of us but they are so cute and cuddly. When they're not playing with their toys, they're protective, loving and deep when they want to be.

You can't live with them, you can't live without them. Oh well.

Ce la vie.

*Note: This blog entry does not in anyway portray real subjects. It's just an hypothetical theory and a collection of laments from "more-than-happy" volunteering female participants. So please stop harrasing The Husband! ;)

In-Between

2004-12-22T06:57:00.000+08:00

I'm at the stage where I'm in-between of everything.

You know when girls whom developed boobs at the age of eleven instead of thirteen and the rest of their female classmates had only a case of the speedbumps?

In-between

You know when you feel like you're going to sneeze but nothing happens?

In-between

You know when you just learned how to read, but every now and then you would have to ask for help to finish the sentence?

In-between

So yeah...I am at an in-between stage of my life. It's kinda frustrating. I used to be self-sufficient, confident that I knew the roads and the ways of life. But, in the end...I know nothing.

So in-between of knowing something to knowing nothing...I'm learning how to smile through it all.

Catching up with old friends

2004-12-17T15:06:00.000+08:00

I met up with 3 high school friends that I haven't seen for at least 7 years! We had a blast reminiscing about who did what and where is who now.

These friends of mine are not particularly close friends, but we were in the same class for a couple of years. Allen is still the same good 'ol Allen. The added new feature in his character is that he's more open and sociable. Kelvin is still the same annoying class clown Kelvin. But L.C has changed. She has a seductive attitude about her that I find interesting as she was the goody-too-shoes-girl in class. Kelvin and L.C are now together (in more ways than one *shiver*).

It's really mind boggling to know that they hooked up a year and a half ago. They used to hate, annoy each other and would literally spit at each other if someone went too far in their teasing.

So...is love blind? Or can love be pursuit by persistance?

Can one just mentally/manually change their attitude to love someone? Or does the initial hate in each other bring out the best of their characters?

Interesting. *scratching head*

An Online...

2004-12-14T07:10:00.000+08:00

...diary can cause a stir between two married bloggers.

The dearest husband and I had a row about something insignificant the other day (I won, ofcourse!*wink* *wink*). We then started to threaten to write about it in our blog.

It's kinda scary to know that one has the power to let the world wide web know about what goes on inside the four walls. Unfortunately, this has become an entertainment factor in today's t.v shows. Entertaining, but really sad to know that human beings are innately conniving and just plain evil.

Hmmm...is that a fair statement? Well, judging from reality shows like The Bachelor (I've only caught glimpses of it, I swear!), Simple Life (I've watched only ONE episode, I promise!), and Survivor (Errr...I'll pass this one), one can obviously tell that the producers thrive on having contestants that have a flair in making controversy, slander and 'evilness' a highlight of their show. Ofcourse some producers do double-takes to make sure that this characteristic shines through to increase viewership. (Trust me, I've done an academic paper on this!Opps!)

So coming back to the insignificant row I had with the dearest blogger husband, I guess it's important to note that bloggers should not sabotage or talk bad about their loved ones online. This would reflect badly on the author as well as their upbringing.

Therefore, I shall not disclose how I won the argument I had with the husband *wink *wink*.

A blog is...

2004-12-14T05:30:00.000+08:00

...An online diary. Now, I have been keeping a hardcopy/paper diary from the age of twelve. Since then, I've gone through 3 books and about 1500 pages (or more) from front to back. I still have them buried somewhere. And there's a reason why they're buried!

I was flipping through all of my 'hardcopy memory books' one day and I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my chest. As I turned each page, the pain became sharper and more unbearable. As I finished reading...I was already on the floor gasping for air. Yes, ladies and gentleman, I was suffering from an acute embarassment attack. (Am still getting the shivers thinking about it).

I was so shocked at my ignorance (a politically correct word for 'dumb*ss') that I practically used a staple gun and stapled my diary shut so that those whom trespass shall have a hard time opening the book (and so that I know when to take revenge if I find that there new staples in the book, or if the new staples don't match the holes of the old staples)

So then, I asked myself, why am I letting the rest of the world suffer with me (or laugh at me) by setting up this online diary? I guess I'm still learning my lesson. :P

What is a blog?

2004-12-13T06:12:00.000+08:00

The world "blog" is actually a shortened form of "Weblog Usage"
According to www.dictionary.com, the word "blog" means "an online diary; a personal chronological log of thoughts published on a Web page; also called Weblog, Web log". (Bored yet?)

For example: "Typically updated daily, blogs often reflect the personality of the author." (How 'bout now?)

SO... here I am, starting out as a baby blogger trying to "reflect my personality" to the rest of the world wide web. How do I start? Where should I start? Why would I want to start this online journal anyways?

Ahhh...I guess that's how it all began.

I've been over the seas for a couple of years. Since then, I've lost touch with a couple of old friends. E-Mail is great and all, but being a microwave generation, it still takes too long to write and update one person.

I could do the mass mailing thing, but I'm not a fan of that. Too impersonal to the names that are on the CC list. Plus, the receiver might not give a d*mn about why I'm allergic to the cold and how I used the hairdryer to scratch my itch.

So now that I'm back home in Malaysia, I've still have not caught up with all of my friends. Not because I've been lazing around on my ass all day (well not really), but because I've moved to another state. Phone numbers have changed, E-Mail addresses have been abandoned, and gas prices has shot up.

Conclusion...if you can't beat them...blog with them.

So here I am. I've filled out the blog entry forms, cracked my head on the name that is going to reflect the author of the blog, and finally ... I've been initiated into the blogging world with a password to ENTER...ENTEr...ENTer...ENter...Enter...(err...that was a lame attempt to interpret the sound of an echo).

Time to catch up then.