New Age Music

Last night’s wedding had me grinning and has opened my horizons to see how the traditional music develop. Maybe its due to the fact it’s a marriage between Malaysia and the land of the Bolkiahs, but the way they played the kompang!!! Yeah, you read it right. Kompang!! It was a fusion of kompang, gendang, drum and gamelan played by over enthusiast teenagers to the style of modern percussionists. At first it was your normal kompang beat whilst the bride and groom walked down the aisle. The moment they stopped at the dais, all of a sudden these boys whipped out their sticks and started to thump on the kompangs like drums and jumping like chimpanzees on a drug binge! But ada style-lah. It was fun, exhilarating and it was the perfect music to transform the somber mood to a cheerful one.

How the music has evolved as such that without compromising the traditional instruments, we can now actually modernize it to give it a breeze of fresh air. I’m quite sure that there are some ‘katak bawah tempurung’ old fashion people who may brush aside these new ideas term it as rubbish or Cultural Cancer. But then again, these are the kind of people who time and time again make the same mistake of expecting that people will be loyal and respectful to them just because they were loyal and respectful to their tok moyang without questioning the right or wrong. Oh well…..



I didn't take their picture but you can just imagine based on these....go on, go wild with your imagination!

In a perfect world, woman is King of the Day!

It was a great Sunday. That morning, I had breakfast in bed, came downstairs and was greeted by bunch of lilies and then got to open my presents. My dearest gave me some perfumes to go with the pretty dress that cheeky bom bom got for me. Then, for lunch, my dearest grilled up some delish steaks with mashed potatoes, green beans and garlic, mushrooms, and Dijon onions on the side. What made the lunch special was that I didn’t have to cook and I also didn't have to clean up. It was great! Then later that night, my dearest brought me out for the most romantic candle light dinner. It was a perfect day!

Then I woke up from the perfect dream! Bah humbug!

Reality check!

Got out of bed and went downstairs where I was greeted by the sight of my hubby and daughter sprawling in front of the TV looking hungry, piles of dirty clothes in the cloth bin, dusty house that surely needed vacuuming and million other things that only a mother knows how to do best.

Sigh!

Why can’t it be Mother’s Day everyday?

Successor to my Alma Mater!

Yesterday I was genuinely humbled yet again by a friend.

Months ago, in passing I mentioned wistfully to a friend that I wanted cheeky bom bom to go to Convent school when she entered standard one next year. Realistically, I know it’s almost impossible due to the distance and the house address guideline thingy.

Yesterday the same friend surprised me by saying that she has pulled some strings and reserved a place for my daughter in the school. I was flabbergasted.

I am overwhelmed with gratitude that someone who is currently going through a terrible test of her life, yet can find the time to help me out (bearing in mind that I never ask for her help) without any ulterior motive.

I live by the Universal truth that what goes around comes around and that every one of your good or evil deeds will reward you tenfold. I must have done something right in the past to be blessed and surrounded with many good friends.

To Zira, you don’t know that I have a blog, but if you happened to come across this blog of mine one fine day, do know that this post is especially dedicated to you, a loyal and nice friend. This good deed of yours will come around one day back to you my friend! And mark my word that this storm you’re facing will pass by you soon. Hang in there!

And because of you, yesterday I decided to let my dearest eat the last spoonful of bubur pulut hitam even though I really, really wanted it.

Do you know that if you can count the numbers of really good friends (the kind that you can count on for anything), on one hand, than you are indeed one of the luckiest and richest person around?

So do you?

Anyway, regardless the fact that apparently in the Parliament last year, some exceedingly brilliant gentleman who had nothing better to do with his time and nothing to do in his community that this Sherlock had to point out that mission schools in Malaysia, such as Convent, La Salle and Methodist have crosses and statues representing the Christian faith in them….Well no shit.

And then there was the uneducated prick (same place, same time) had to butt in and mentioned that apparently "a father have alerted him that these missionary schools are not close during Raya"….Not close during Raya? Yeah right!

Whatever it is, come next year, my daughter will join her mother, her aunties, her grandmother and her great grandmother on becoming a member of the convent girls sisterhood!

Men - What do they want really?

I have always wondered about the saying ‘men are from Mars and women are from Venus'. Can this approach be used in our chain of thoughts when it comes to gift buying for these two genders?

Why is it so difficult to get a gift for a man? I have spent the past umpteen years cracking my brain trying to get the perfect gifts for the men in my life i.e my dearest, good ole dad and my brother. In all those years, I would probably have scored once or twice the perfect present! The rest…blegh!

When we were little, dad has had hundreds of shirts, ties, garden stuff, the odd book, some scary undies & hankies! Now that we are adults, we hope to at least get him something a little more substantial. Hence lots of phone calls between us trying to find out his latest hobby!

Why can't men just be straight forward like a woman when it comes to buying gifts. Buying gifts for my mom and sisters are always fun and easy. Infact, months before any event, birthdays, anniversaries or mother's day, I would dropped hints *really heavy hints* to my dearest for the things that I want!

Replies like 'anything dear' or 'don't go through too much trouble' or 'don't spend too much' or 'Oh, don't make a big deal about my birthday', does not warrant to anything if during spring cleaning, suddenly one find those gifts tucked away at the back of the cupboards (hoping that I will not find out but I did!)!

There were the forgotten shirts, pants, electrical gadgets, cool items to me but apparently not so to them…etc.

This year was no different! I had worn out my shoes last week, hunting for a gift for dad’s birthday. I flirted between shirts *eyes rolling*, pants *what’s new?*, books, socks, electrical gadgets, sporting equipments, etc. But nothing seems to fit the bill….or should I say the budget..hehe.

At last I got him a sport t-shirt!

So did my other siblings!

But they became insignificant, paled in comparison, when we saw what he got for himself!

Duh….I shouldn’t have bothered!

Please come tooth fairy!

Cheeky bom bom has joined friends her age having lost her front tooth.

She was quite upset by it as first especially in view that she is due to present bouquet of flowers to our DYMM Permaisuri Agong in a few weeks time. I have been telling her bedtime stories about a girl with no front tooth which at the end will either became a heroine, married a prince or became the most popular girl in the school.

Help! I’ve ran out of storylines to bullshit! Ideas anyone?

Anyone?

Bob the builder!

The past few weeks have been quite stressful for me. Every time it rains, my lawn became a lake. I know that the Chinese believed its good feng shui to buy a house near a water source but having muddy foot prints on the porch was a bit too much for me.

This was made worse with my dearest latest project. You see, he has taken pity on me having to clean the rabbit’s cage daily that he has decided to build them an outdoor Eco-friendly Rabbit Hutch.

The Hutch must:
1 be made from 70% recycled stuff
2 able to fertilize the whole garden
3 look cool and not the ordinary ‘Reban Ayam’
4 Children friendly
5 Easy to clean & maintenance free
6 Cost less than my last shopping spree in Pavillion

So along with the water and the mud, I now have to live with litters of wood, wire mesh, assortment of tools and ‘atap genting’. So you can imagine the state of my lawn every time it rains….every gardener’s nightmare!!

But everything is almost back to normal now. The rabbit’s hutch is finished and I’ll bet you couldn’t find 2 happier bunnies than mine within 50km radius from our home. Before, in their small humble bedsit, they had nothing else to do but eat, they just ate, ate and ate. But now, they can actually hoppity hop, stretched to the max or simply laze around in the duplex A-Framed apartment which my dearest lovingly named ‘Istana Polo Johor Bahru’.

Now, most evenings you can find him sitting in front of the rabbit’s hutch, talking to them or simply looking at it smiling proudly with his own handiwork. You know, the way he looks at the ‘Istana Polo’, I think he secretly wish that he can became an animagus and joined the rabbits in their new home. In a few months, hopefully Tango and Snowy could be as productive as Tengku Yem & Raja Zarith Sofea …..the residents of Istana Polo in JB.

All about him!

I received an email this morning about a newly found creature that looked like a little ‘anak naga’. Forwarded the email to my dearest for confirmation and this was his reply…

“Anak naga yang i tahu gelap sikit..... now he is about 38 yrs old... Raj Kumar a/l Naga Rajah”!

Recently, a friend of my dearest took a picture with the 2nd place winner of One in A Million, the singing competition.

My dearest: Dia ni yang bapak dia Teletubbies kan?

His friend: *paused*

Several seconds later…

His friend: Oh, sebab bapak dia Nd Lala! *tergelak*

So readers, did you get the jokes? *grin cheekily*

Small they may be but...euwww!

Neighbour: Babe, I just bought hamsters so I will need your advice on how to take care of them!

Me: Err, what makes you think I’m an expert at all?

Neighbour: My daughter told me that you ‘bela tikus’ at home.

Me: Err, ‘bela tikus’ is not the word that I would choose since I will kill those bastards the moment I see one.

Neighbour: You mean, you have real tikus at home and not hamsters?

Me: Yeah! Why? *dahi berkerut*.

Neighbour: Damn! When she said you have tikus in your house, I really thought she meant hamsters. Now what am I gonna do with my hamsters? I know nuts about them.

Me: *Pointing at the computer, giggling* Good luck friend!

Yeah, you have just learned something new about me today, I hate small hairy animals…MAK GELI SIOT!

I wish I'm a kid again!

I know April Fools is totally pointless, but I really can't pass up a great opportunity to talk shit. And this year, shit is indeed high on the agenda.


Meet the latest addition to our family, Tango and Snowie!
Tango is a Lionhead and Snowie is a New Zealand White and Flamish mix.

They are the very epitome of what life should be…sleep, shit, eat, shit, play and shit some more. They may look small and helpless but don’t be fooled by those big angelic eyes. They are in fact a shit machine put on earth to drive humans crazy! It’s unbelievable to see the amount of shit they churned out daily. If bunny’s poo is valuable, I would be a billionaire many times over! We accidentally left the gates open one day and when we got home the house was scattered with their ‘Pil Chit Kit Tek Aun’.

We have also adopted a stray cat named Felix!

Having said that, these cuddly animals are wonderful addition to our little animal farm of cats, tortoise, fishes, red ants, domestic gecko, wild birds and squirrels. Suffice to say that our house is quickly becoming a place of attraction to the neighbourhood ‘ankle-biters’ i.e. children…if only I could charge by the minute *sigh*

Oh… and I took leave from work last Friday bracing myself with crowd pushing, sweating bodies and hot humid mildly air-conditioned air at the Mattel Warehouse sale. I went a little overboard coz I bought tons of toys not only for cheeky bom bom but also myself. Hey, who said toys are only for children. Its not *shaking head* and it’s not just me coz when I reached the pay counter, amongst the toys I picked, I found toys that my dearest had also sneaked into the basket for himself *rolling eyes*. His argument is that it states on the box that it’s for 10+ year olds…apparently he out-qualify by about 23 plus years!!!

Oh… and I must also publicly apologise to my dearest old friend, Fida, for missing her housewarming cum birthday party last weekend. We had to help my stranded sis in law when her car quitted on her on the highway right after our bowling tournament. By the time the saga ended, we were already too tired to go anywhere.

A taggie!

I was tagged by Tiena to come up with 10 random guilty pleasures. The thing is, it's not that I could not find 10 sins that can give me endless pleasures, it's just that I cannot limit myself to just 10! *grin*

Besides, what I have listed on the right panel of my blog are enough to give you a glimpse of the person that I am....

"Simple yet crazy, nice yet naughty, sweet yet a bitch, cool yet pretty nuts, spend thrift yet shopping spree addict, lovable yet a tigress, love to eat yet on lifetime diet, love to travel yet struggle to find free time, open minded yet strict at times"

Go figure!

Welcoming myself back from busyland!

I was not buried alive under a mound of cow manure! (just mounds of paper works)

I was not trapped in a smart tunnel!

I was not adopted by Angelina Jolie!

I didn't run away to join the circus!

I was not even in jail for petitioning for a certain politician to step down!

In reality, I have just been super busy this week. The annual report pretty much took up whatever free time I have. Now that its finally out of the way, my life suddenly seems pretty normal again.

All in all, I need a lot of TLC, a good nights sleep and some warm sunshine. Unfortunately, it's been raining almost every afternoon making everything wet and gloomy. My throat hurts as much as my head does. The coughing is pretty bad!

Regardless, once things settle down, I'll rejoin the ranks of bloggers and do my best to entertain the masses *if you can consider my writing entertaining*

Go ahead, lie to me. Constructive criticism has no place here... bold face lies about my awesomeness are much more appreciated!

See you in my next exciting post *grin*

Living up to the bitchy image!

Some of you may be sitting there right now thinking, God, if only I knew what Minah Sepet has been up to lately! I just can't go on with my life until I know!! *yeah right* Well, I'm here to oblige you.

Last week was a big blur to me mostly because my memory sucks.

What I remember most was about me being emotionally up and down. The big red mama paid a visit last week and it really played havoc with my emotion. One minute I was happily humming getting ready to go bowling, the next I was throwing tantrum, threatening to run away from home, over something mundane like a broken compact powder and unwashed dishes.

Although, I do remember about us looking at the empty cage that Prince and Snowball have outgrown and decided on the spot that we should get rabbits to fill it up. We even went to 5 different pet stores to survey the rabbits, went to a rabbit farm in Semenyih where me and the kids (nieces, nephews and cheeky bom bom) nearly died with excitement playing with the cute cuddly flurry rabbits and a guy in Shah Alam promised to bring us to see him newborn rabbits. This rabbity business is extended to this week as we have another appointment tomorrow to see another rabbit farm which hopefully will see us finally deciding on the types of rabbits we are going to add to our little animal farm.

So you really can’t blame me when I tried to recall my activities for the week before and all I get are images of me in a fit of anger and lots of fluffy rabbits!

Btw, anyone has any experience on how to take care of rabbits? Err…and also how to control the mood swing? I was really quite a bitch last week!

How Now Brown Cow?

From

“undi BN=Barang Naik, undi PAS=Pasti Anda Silap, undi DAP=Dalam Alam Percintaan (Berangan saja laa..), undi PKR=Pasti Kau Rugi, undi BEBAS=Boleh Engkau Buat Apa Saja. Rumusan: Undilah BN kerana jika BARANG NAIK isteri semakin sayang”

To

Besar mana Roket hang, panjang mana Keris hang…kalau datang Bulan, simpan dalam seluar saja lah roket & keris tuh!!

To

“Sahaja aku undi keluar barisan kerana naik roket menuju ke bulan kerana keadilan”

To

“Sesiapa yang terjumpa seorang rakyat Selangor, rambut putih, berkulit licin semacam, keturunan jawa, agak pendek dan gemar pegang penyapu, sila hubungi balai polis berhampiran. Minta dia tolong PAS kan kunci pejabat MB”

Whatever it is, we all know now the surprising outcome of it all. Sentiments are high ranging from happiness to sadness to anger to disinterested….kinda like the feeling evoked by Petronas adverts.

Come what may, the People have spoken, LOUD & CLEAR. Now it’s their turn to show us what they can do and whether they could keep their promises. They have been saying all this while that in these modern times, they understand the younger generation better than BN. After all they represent Rockets (DAP) and Space Exploration (PAS) whilst BN is still Dacing when the whole world is using digital scales. Sometimes one needs the young to lead the young. You don’t expect Samy Vellu to do the Hip Hop? Hip Pop Crack!! Mungkin lah…

Apparently the current government have failed to listen and satisfy thus frustating the most crucial generation of today….young, intellectual, professional….27 to 40 year olds. Orang macam kita lah!! Which some call it as Generation Starbucks. Why?

Is it because the UMNO youth leader is too engrossed in senior politics and have forgotten his role? When the issue of ‘Youth’ comes about it is translated to ‘Mat Rempits’ only? UMNO youth is seen as a club/pool for parasites trying to make a ‘Buck’ thus avoided by intellectuals and professionals like the plague? UMNO youth have forgotten about the Malay Agenda due to gluttony of government contracts? It’s not cool to be an UMNO fella?

Interviewer: Would you like to join UMNO?
Professional Youth: Ummm……Nooo lah

I dunno lah…Go figure…

The ballot list by SPR is segregated by age. Those born before 1963 will vote in ‘Saluran 1’ 1963 – 1971 ‘Saluran 2’ 1972 to 1986 ‘Saluran 3’. This started in the last election in 2004. So what’s my point??

If one had a brain the size of an Amoeba, one could already suss out that in 2004 Saluran satu will always be pro BN (Org pencen kerajaan, org tua yang takut kalau perang kena makan ubi kayu lagi etc), Saluran 2 less favouring BN and Saluran 3…..BN? Over their dead carcass!! They’d rather shove a Durian up their @$$... This was 2004 OK…’they’ knew that the youths are not voting for them automatically like in 1964…..dulu kalau Dacing letak kambing pun menang!! Basically lost because they’ve forgotten to do their homework..

Thank you BN, for all the education that you’ve given us….we have become smarter & wiser. Unfortunately assuming that the youths are ‘Dumb’ & ‘Blind’ have caught you by surprise. We are not ‘Dumb’ for we have spoken and we are not ‘Blind’ for we can see a brighter path when the deadwoods are cleared.

As they say… To Assume is to make an ASS out of U and ME…

Now wake up!!

And they were one...

Last Monday, my in-laws had a pretty grand shindig to celebrate their 40th wedding anniversary. As usual, the event were jointly organised by their anaks and the menantus under my FIL’s eagle eyed guidance. Lately, all the family activities seem to be that way. What used to be and most of the time, still is his forte (in organising), I think he is slowly relinquishing his reign to prepare his children to take over the duty.

From the coloured theme to the multimedia presentation to the food to the place to the door gifts..etc, the beradiks and the menantus all chipped in. We started of at 6.30pm with cocktail for the friends to mingle and reminisce about nostalgic old times. Right after Maghrib, the event which is similar to a small scale wedding party, started! I must add that the owner of The Kampung Pengantin in Jalan Ampang were most obliging in meeting our every demand.

Though the rain slightly dampened the air and drowning out the multimedia presentation, it was a good night. I was especially proud of my daughter for being brave enough to go up on the stage in front of hundreds of guest rendering a special dedication to her grandparents i.e. Yayie and Neena.

There were hardly any dry eyes when the multimedia presentation (fantastically done by my SIL*kipas sikit*) was shown which depicted their love story which started in 1964 till the present day. And it has to be said that the loudest was my dearest!!! He bawled like a baby and actually had to delegate his ‘speech’ to his sister who also bawled whilst reading the speech especially made to their parents (though not as bad as my dearest)!! Later, I was quite surprised when he asked me if I felt ashamed about him crying. The man who cried at our wedding, cried when our daughter was born and cried during this party!!! Why on earth would I be ashamed? I’m actually very proud that I have landed myself a man who is not afraid to show his feelings! Crybabies are men too….i suppose..

When I stood there enjoying the event, the questions that went through my mind were….

1) How many of us will reach the 40th anniversary? While some of us smoke 2 packs a day, eating heavily fried items everyday, daily TehTarik ….Forget about it!!

2) How many old couples do we know that are still very loving towards one another and still bathe together at times? …comparing the size of tummy flabs ,crinkly knees, amount of silver nose hair or whose nipples are dropping closest to their belly button!!....Not many I tell u..

3) How many couples who really have gone through really bad times and really good times together, yet never fighting at all? Impossible you say….unless you’re married to a Saint

4) How many couples who are truly lucky to be married to their soul mate? Not Elizabeth Taylor or Zsa Zsa Gabor…..or even Ayah Pin

5) How many couples, who others never spoke in condescension but always in a good light? Rosmah and Najib…..NOT!!

6) How many couples that really go out of their way to help others never expect anything in return but just mere ‘thank you’? Mr & Mrs Ah Long…NOT!!

And as I squeezed my dearest’s hand that night, I sent a little prayer to up above hoping that we will be one of those couples……and in the slightest whisper I could hear my dearest say, …………….so I’m gonna be stuck with you for the next 31 years huh!!!

Hello people, I'm back!

Somewhere in between Jan 29-Feb 26, there were the trips to Muar, JB and Singapore, the team building in Putrajaya, few courses in various hotels in KL, many deadlines, meetings, conferences, annual report to churn out, my dearest’s business trips, cheeky bom bom’s birthday, crazy sisters Tish and Pink’s birthdays, crazy sister El’s farewell back to down under with mum accompanying her! It’s exhausting to even try listing down what I’ve been up to for the past 1 month. Who can blame me for not having the time to blog. Infact, it’s been so long since I last updated this poor blog of mine, laziness crept in and it was kind of hard to break the habit.

Anyway on with yet another tale of mine….

During one of the public holidays, we decided to hit Genting Highland the resort where if it is up to them, they’ll charge you for farting in public. With no hotel reservation, we just tried our luck! Can you believe that all the rooms in Genting were frickin gone! They must have more than 6000 rooms and none could accommodate the 3 of us! Oh well, served us right for not planning ahead. We did enjoy spoiling cheeky bom bom with all the rides though.

On the way down, my dearest wanted to check out Awana’s golf course (in front of the largest tomb in Asia…they’re busy building Uncle Lim’s final resting place on a hillside facing Goh Tong Jaya btw). I quickly dashed inside to the receptionist. They did have available room but the price! Mak datuk, I can buy a kambing with that price! But instantly I agreed to take up the room spurned by an incident! Damn! 2008 will start with an ‘Annus Horribilis’ ….from the great words of Queen Elizabeth II.

I felt like crapping!

Minutes later, I was happily crapping away in my own toilet rather that in a public loo! So far it’s the costliest I’ve paid for a load of crap. Why didn’t I just use their w/c at the lobby??? Once the tummy ache is in full motion, any reasoning and common sense is flushed out of the brain.

Trivia question: Where exactly is the rear side of a tree???
Answer: No its not where the moss grows the most… it’s when u have gotta go for a crap in the jungle, you’d go behind a tree cause you’d never go crap in front of a tree would ya…. Gaddabingg!!!

Crap rules the day!

One more down, two to go....

Crazy sisters Tish and Pink are currently sucking up big time to mum. Reason? They want to have a birthday bash for their upcoming birthdays at the end of the month! You see on Christmas Eve last year, my mother decided to throw a barbeque party to celebrate crazy sister’s El 21st birthday! It was supposed to be just a small family gathering but mum did allow the crazy sisters to invite few of their friends. Few my stinkin ass! Ever heard of bagi betis nak peha, bagi peha nak @#$*&! Well instead of a few, they must have invited their whole school plus the janitor and their Bibik’s as well!

I can’t blame them coz I did the same thing when I was their age. And I guess mum also learned her lesson coz she actually catered enough food to feed the mob!

So anyway it’s kind of funny to see the otherwise pampered sisters actually lifting fingers to help around the house nowadays. They actually took my plate to the kitchen *after several hard hintings thrown their way*!!! I was sooo surprised I was pinching myself blue and wanted to go out and buy a lottery ticket there and then!! But between you and me, I’m pretty sure that their effort will be futile. After all, celebrating coming out of age deserves some sort of celebration. Definitely not for 20 and 14!

I honestly cannot recall how I celebrated my 21st birthday! But my 22nd celebration was a bit special to me because friends from all over UK came down to London to celebrate it with me during a small surprise party thrown by my dearest *then my boyfriend* : )

What about you? Do you have a special memory of your birthday celebration?

Free the mind....

Last weekend, before the madness hits full swing (work wise), I’ve decided to take my dearest and cheeky bom bom for a little time out at the organization’s newly renovated resort. Whoever designed it was a genius! Genius I tell you!

On the way home we decided to have lunch by the beach, being one of the places where I was brought up when I was a kid, I’ve always had a nostalgic soft spot for this place. The folks here were getting quite entrepreneurial to my surprise! Now you could rent beach chairs for RM15 a day, A large ‘Pasar malam’ Umbrella, Banana Boat ride, Jet-ski, kites, proper place to shower and change and quite a lot of stalls selling trinkets and knick knacks. During those days there were only the ‘Abang Tiub Tayar’ and the odd ‘ais kerim roti’ or ‘ais kerim Malaysia’ guy.

There was also a ‘pony ride’ at the square, now here’s the most amazing part….. look at the picture of the pony below….. anything peculiar in particular????

Mak Datuk ! Kenapa kuda ada belalai!!! Besornye!! That’s why they call it ‘Hung Like A Horse!!’ Poor thing… cause according to the guy in-charge, once that happens, the horse can’t move (Takut injury against the tarmac!! Hahahahaa), No one can ride him (takut org tunggang kena tunggang!!) and what’s worse is that its quite embarassing for parents who have to answer innocent questions in public from curious children like ‘Mak, apa tu?’ or ‘Why does the horse have 2 tails? Or ‘ Eeee! Macam Ayah punya!!!’

Melaka Negeri Bersejarah

Few weeks back, on the way back to KL from Muar (a northwestern region of the State of Johor under the administrative powers of the Kingdom of Johor…according to my dearest is where all great Johoreans comes from *rolling eyes*), he decided to take a detour through Bandar Hilir Melaka. I was really tired so decided to close my eyes with the intention of visiting La La Land.

But the hustle and bustle of the city was way too much for me to ignore. I opened my eyes to peep and saw an unfamiliar sight. I got up and I saw A’Famosa. Ok, we were at the right place but what happened to the rest? Or did they move A’Famosa to a crowded city?? We parked and did the tourist thingy. We even jumped onto one of the brightly decorated trishaw with loud music blaring to the tune of ‘No Woman No Cry’…we were like a curious MahMeri child on crack! These trishaws were like one of those Notting Hill or New Orleans floats during the carnivals minus the thongs and feathers. Thank god for that! Imagine the poor Pakcik who was cycling us in thongs and feathers…eeeuuuwww!!!

Here and there, we were greeted by new sights. I was pleasantly surprised by the new development of the city. It was exactly how a tourist attraction place should look like. The local tourism authority has really done a good job! If you haven’t been to Melaka since Jurassic Park 1 like me, go! Go now and be bowled over like I did!

However there was a slight blip to the tour.

We decided to brush up our knowledge on Malacca history via the nightly light and sound show. Towards the end of the show, there was a part where the pre-recorded voice was saying how Umno and the coalition won 51 seats out of 52 seats in the first general election and it was repeated 15 times! 15 bloody annoying times! I know that election is around the corner, but enough already. Its like watching the RTM news these days…. a pre-election propaganda repertoire. After every news telecast one could hear the subconscious chant of Da…cing…Pang…kah….Da…cing…Pang…kah….!!! Apparently the faulty machine has been at it since 1998 and they couldn’t fix it because it’s too costly. So audiences for the past 10 years have to just sit and bear with it....

…Duh!

By the way, I have mentioned earlier that a girlfriend of mine had successfully launched her first novel. What I did not mention was the fact that she had spent a good six months researching on the subject matter, draft and redraft her stories, chalking up on money and time spent talking to friends for advises.

So I wonder how long did this person (read here for the full story) spend when she wrote her little book of poem?

Copying a sentence or two is still acceptable, but when you actually get paid for it, you have crossed the border between plagiarizing and thieving.

What does your Lipstick Shape say about you?

Mine - Sharp angled box curved tip

- Creative
- Enthusiastic, energetic
- Talkative
- Loves attention
- Falls in love easily
- Helpful




Click here if you want to know more about your character.

Thread it like Ian Thorpe

Taking a bold step towards one of my new year’s resolution, we are now officially a member of a club. In a bid to have a healthier lifestyle in 2008, to shave off the extra trimmings, to reduce the diameter of our ‘love handles’… we have joined a club which offers all the facilities of a golf club minus the golf. I’m quite proud of myself at the moment mind you coz this is my very first club which I paid with my own hard earned dosh. Not a supplementary card from dad but MY OWN *patting myself in the back*

So you see, I really can’t be blamed for spending my every free moment at the club now can I? Although I have to admit a little secret…I have yet to use any other facilities apart from the huge pool. When it comes to swimming I’m a natural, I’m like a duck to water, like Britney to motherhood..Not!! more like Bush to oxymoronic public statements or like American Athletics to anabolic steroids… really! I really cannot avoid it.

I may have set my mind the moment I left the house that today I will at least try the gym or the cross training sessions but the moment I set foot at the club, I will walk straight to the pool like a fly into an ultra violet light….my will power is equal to a recovering alcoholic locked in a bar full of Bacardi. Only if ‘imagining’ oneself on the treadmill would lose calories, I’d be Twiggy by now!!

I have made a promise to myself to use the gym at least once a week before they enrol me into an honorary member of the ‘Dugong’ Club!! Snigger as much as you guys want, I WILL prove to you that 2008 will be a leaner and fitter year for me….

Can o not?? Sure Can One!!!