Friday, September 4, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Life in Solok Tambun
Other than expanding the width of buttocks, I really haven't been doing much. On a normal day, I'd wake up round noon, eat, drink coffee and start surfing the net and watching TV at the same time. Bliss. But hopefully it won't be too long before I join the thousands of blank-faced commuters of KayEL. A few weeks back, I took an early LRT ride to KL Sentral and almost everyone onboard just looked...dead. Of course there were a few of 'em "I'm high on LIFE!" people with smiles plastered on their faces.
Hmph, maybe it was a tad too early.
bloopbloop
Mama tengah kecik ati and for once, it's not my fault! Yipeeeeeeee!
bloopbloop
Cousin Daisy is finally married! It was a beautiful wedding and I really enjoyed meeting the rest of the clan.
While visiting my aunts and uncles, I noticed family photos I had taken years ago were proudly hanging on their walls. The photos aren't that great but at the time,I was convinced I was going to be Malaysia's TOP female photographer. And yet here I am...Hehehe. Ok back to the story. I'm extremely glad and relieved my photos have found loving homes.
bloopbloop
On Sunday, we made our way to Sitiawan to buy freshly caught crabs. I needed to use the loo, so Mom asked the shopowner does she have a toilet and could I use it. So she said "Yah, ada ada. Itu sana lu guna la". The loo if you could call it that, was basically a small wooden cubicle next to where they keep the crabs. Ceramic bowl you say? How about just a hole in the wooden floor? (The hole was not even fully rounded, it was all jaggedy, like The Hulk had put his foot through the floor during one of his tantrums)And so your pee/poo goes straight into the sea. I hear the crabs they sell are super yummy.
Hmph, maybe it was a tad too early.
bloopbloop
Mama tengah kecik ati and for once, it's not my fault! Yipeeeeeeee!
bloopbloop
Cousin Daisy is finally married! It was a beautiful wedding and I really enjoyed meeting the rest of the clan.
While visiting my aunts and uncles, I noticed family photos I had taken years ago were proudly hanging on their walls. The photos aren't that great but at the time,I was convinced I was going to be Malaysia's TOP female photographer. And yet here I am...Hehehe. Ok back to the story. I'm extremely glad and relieved my photos have found loving homes.
bloopbloop
On Sunday, we made our way to Sitiawan to buy freshly caught crabs. I needed to use the loo, so Mom asked the shopowner does she have a toilet and could I use it. So she said "Yah, ada ada. Itu sana lu guna la". The loo if you could call it that, was basically a small wooden cubicle next to where they keep the crabs. Ceramic bowl you say? How about just a hole in the wooden floor? (The hole was not even fully rounded, it was all jaggedy, like The Hulk had put his foot through the floor during one of his tantrums)And so your pee/poo goes straight into the sea. I hear the crabs they sell are super yummy.
Friday, June 5, 2009
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
Pudu oh Pudu
Dear Datuk Seri Najib,
Thinking of leaving behind a legacy?
Consider this: A well thought and well planned bus station in central KL.
And yeah thanks for taking some time out to trace the same path my mom usually takes.
Regards,
IcantbelieveIamdownherebreathingallthiscarbonmonoxidewhilebeingharassedbyblindkaripapsellers
http://www.utusan.com.my/utusan/info.asp?y=2009&dt=0426&pub=Utusan_Malaysia&sec=Muka_Hadapan&pg=mh_02.htm
Thinking of leaving behind a legacy?
Consider this: A well thought and well planned bus station in central KL.
And yeah thanks for taking some time out to trace the same path my mom usually takes.
Regards,
IcantbelieveIamdownherebreathingallthiscarbonmonoxidewhilebeingharassedbyblindkaripapsellers
http://www.utusan.com.my/utusan/info.asp?y=2009&dt=0426&pub=Utusan_Malaysia&sec=Muka_Hadapan&pg=mh_02.htm
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
I heart Wellington
Oh Welly had I known earlier that you're oh-so-cool and oh-so-cute I'd have long moved my ass there.
My countdown...mana pegi my countdown?
My countdown...mana pegi my countdown?
Thursday, March 19, 2009
AHA!
Infatuation is the state of being completely carried away by unreasoned passion or love; addictive love. Usually one is inspired with an intense but short-lived passion or admiration for someone.
In the case of infatuation, there is more often than not an obsessor and an object of desire (generally unattainable). One may come to the conclusion that unlike love, infatuation is not usually mutual. From Wikipedia
Phew, thank god. And here I thought I was going bonkers.
In the case of infatuation, there is more often than not an obsessor and an object of desire (generally unattainable). One may come to the conclusion that unlike love, infatuation is not usually mutual. From Wikipedia
Phew, thank god. And here I thought I was going bonkers.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
My very own Auckland
So here goes a countdown of things I lurve about Auckland/NZ. If I can commit myself to a countdown that is.
At No.10
I love that...
Sometimes when you're having a really bad day, the rain stops and the clouds part to reveal...
Auckland, March 10th 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Baggage movers
Finally after 3 very long years I'm done! Feels like I've been doing my degree forever.
Forever?
Forever 'eva mi amiga.
XXX
I can't wait to see Coldplay, my mom and Wellington.
And yes, in that order.
XXX
Nowadays I'm scratching my head every night thinking, "What can I get rid off?" I don't have much stuff actually but I know somewhere deep in boxes and bags are things that I don't need (and exactly WHY did I get them in the first place? Oh blardy consumerism). I despise knick knacks. My mom love 'em to bits.
Ah my mom. How I've missed her perfume.
XXX
The very definition of COOL.
Forever?
Forever 'eva mi amiga.
XXX
I can't wait to see Coldplay, my mom and Wellington.
And yes, in that order.
XXX
Nowadays I'm scratching my head every night thinking, "What can I get rid off?" I don't have much stuff actually but I know somewhere deep in boxes and bags are things that I don't need (and exactly WHY did I get them in the first place? Oh blardy consumerism). I despise knick knacks. My mom love 'em to bits.
Ah my mom. How I've missed her perfume.
XXX
The very definition of COOL.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Exciting news
Monet and the Impressionists will be coming here this February! Chance to see Water Lily right in front of me!
Wonder which Degas pieces they'll be showing...
Ooooo happy days.
Wonder which Degas pieces they'll be showing...
Ooooo happy days.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Airline food...yum?
Uno
"A Virgin Airways passenger, thoroughly upset with the meal and service during a flight, took matters into his own hand, and wrote Sir Richard Branson a personal complaint letter about the experience. An exerpt:
So lets peel back the tin-foil on the main dish and see what's on offer.
I'll try and explain how this felt. Imagine being a twelve year old boy Richard. Now imagine it's Christmas morning and you're sat their with your final present to open. It's a big one, and you know what it is. It's that Goodmans stereo you picked out the catalogue and wrote to Santa about.
Only you open the present and it's not in there. It's your hamster Richard. It's your hamster in the box and it's not breathing. That's how I felt."
For more hilarity and photos
Dos
Dear Sir/madam/automated telephone answering service
Having spent the past twenty minutes waiting for someone at Leith police station to pick up a telephone I have decided to abandon the idea and try e-mailing you instead. Perhaps you would be so kind as to pass this message on to your colleagues in Leith by means of smoke signal, carrier pigeon or ouji board.
As I'm writing this e-mail there are eleven failed medical experiments (I think you call them youths) in West Cromwell Street which is just off Commercial Street in Leith. Six of them seem happy enough to play a game which involves kicking a football against an iron gate with the force of a meteorite. This causes an earth shattering CLANG! Which rings throughout the entire building. This game is now in it's third week and as I am unsure how the scoring system works, I have no idea if it will end any time soon.
The remaining five walking abortions are happily rummaging through several bags of rubbish and items of furniture that someone has so thoughtfully dumped beside the wheelie bins. One of them has found a saw and is setting about a discarded chair like a beaver on speed. I fear that it's only a matter of time before they turn their limited attention to the bottle of calor gas that is lying on it's side between the two bins. If they could be relied on to only blow their own arms and legs off then I would happily leave them to it. I would even go so far as to lend them the matches. Unfortunately they are far more likely to blow up half the street with them and I've just finished decorating the kitchen.
What I suggest is this. After replying to this e-mail with worthless assurances that the matter is being looked into and will be dealt with, why not leave it until the one night of the year (probably bath night) when there are no mutants around then drive up the street in a panda car before doing a three point turn and disappearing again. This will of course serve no other purpose than to remind us what policemen actually look like.
I trust that when I take a claw-hammer to the skull of one of these throwbacks you'll do me the same courtesy of giving me a four month head start before coming to arrest me.
I remain sir, your obedient servant
--------
Mr ----
I have read your e-mail and understand you frustration at the problems caused by youth playing in the area and the problems you have encountered in trying to contact the police. As the Community Beat Officer for your street I would like to extend an offer of discussing the matter fully with you. Should you wish to discuss the matter, please provide contact details (address / telephone number) and when may be suitable.
Regards
PC 387
Community Beat Officer
----
Dear PC 387
First of all I would like to thank you for the speedy response to my original e-mail. 16 hours and 38 minutes must be a personal record for Leith Police station and rest assured that I will forward these details to Norris McWhirter for inclusion in his next book.
Secondly I was delighted to hear that our street has it's own community beat officer. May I be the first to congratulate you on your covert skills. In the five or so years I have lived in West Cromwell Street, I have never seen you. Do you hide up a tree or have you gone deep undercover and infiltrated the gang itself? Are you the one with the acne and the moustache on his forehead or the one with a chin like a wash hand basin? It's surely only a matter of time before you are head-hunted by MI5.
Whilst I realise that there may be far more serious crimes taking place in Leith such as smoking in a public place or being Muslim without due care and attention, is it too much to ask for a policeman to explain (using words of no more than two syllables at a time) to these t***s that they might want to play their strange football game elsewhere? The pitch behind the Citadel or the one at DK's are both within spitting distance, as is the bottom of the Leith Dock.
Should you wish to discuss these matters further you should feel free to contact me on 557 0890 If after 25 minutes I have still failed to answer, I'll buy you a large one in the Compass Bar.
Regards
---------
P.S If you think that this is sarcasm, think yourself lucky that you don't work for the cleansing department.
Source
"A Virgin Airways passenger, thoroughly upset with the meal and service during a flight, took matters into his own hand, and wrote Sir Richard Branson a personal complaint letter about the experience. An exerpt:
So lets peel back the tin-foil on the main dish and see what's on offer.
I'll try and explain how this felt. Imagine being a twelve year old boy Richard. Now imagine it's Christmas morning and you're sat their with your final present to open. It's a big one, and you know what it is. It's that Goodmans stereo you picked out the catalogue and wrote to Santa about.
Only you open the present and it's not in there. It's your hamster Richard. It's your hamster in the box and it's not breathing. That's how I felt."
For more hilarity and photos
Dos
Dear Sir/madam/automated telephone answering service
Having spent the past twenty minutes waiting for someone at Leith police station to pick up a telephone I have decided to abandon the idea and try e-mailing you instead. Perhaps you would be so kind as to pass this message on to your colleagues in Leith by means of smoke signal, carrier pigeon or ouji board.
As I'm writing this e-mail there are eleven failed medical experiments (I think you call them youths) in West Cromwell Street which is just off Commercial Street in Leith. Six of them seem happy enough to play a game which involves kicking a football against an iron gate with the force of a meteorite. This causes an earth shattering CLANG! Which rings throughout the entire building. This game is now in it's third week and as I am unsure how the scoring system works, I have no idea if it will end any time soon.
The remaining five walking abortions are happily rummaging through several bags of rubbish and items of furniture that someone has so thoughtfully dumped beside the wheelie bins. One of them has found a saw and is setting about a discarded chair like a beaver on speed. I fear that it's only a matter of time before they turn their limited attention to the bottle of calor gas that is lying on it's side between the two bins. If they could be relied on to only blow their own arms and legs off then I would happily leave them to it. I would even go so far as to lend them the matches. Unfortunately they are far more likely to blow up half the street with them and I've just finished decorating the kitchen.
What I suggest is this. After replying to this e-mail with worthless assurances that the matter is being looked into and will be dealt with, why not leave it until the one night of the year (probably bath night) when there are no mutants around then drive up the street in a panda car before doing a three point turn and disappearing again. This will of course serve no other purpose than to remind us what policemen actually look like.
I trust that when I take a claw-hammer to the skull of one of these throwbacks you'll do me the same courtesy of giving me a four month head start before coming to arrest me.
I remain sir, your obedient servant
--------
Mr ----
I have read your e-mail and understand you frustration at the problems caused by youth playing in the area and the problems you have encountered in trying to contact the police. As the Community Beat Officer for your street I would like to extend an offer of discussing the matter fully with you. Should you wish to discuss the matter, please provide contact details (address / telephone number) and when may be suitable.
Regards
PC 387
Community Beat Officer
----
Dear PC 387
First of all I would like to thank you for the speedy response to my original e-mail. 16 hours and 38 minutes must be a personal record for Leith Police station and rest assured that I will forward these details to Norris McWhirter for inclusion in his next book.
Secondly I was delighted to hear that our street has it's own community beat officer. May I be the first to congratulate you on your covert skills. In the five or so years I have lived in West Cromwell Street, I have never seen you. Do you hide up a tree or have you gone deep undercover and infiltrated the gang itself? Are you the one with the acne and the moustache on his forehead or the one with a chin like a wash hand basin? It's surely only a matter of time before you are head-hunted by MI5.
Whilst I realise that there may be far more serious crimes taking place in Leith such as smoking in a public place or being Muslim without due care and attention, is it too much to ask for a policeman to explain (using words of no more than two syllables at a time) to these t***s that they might want to play their strange football game elsewhere? The pitch behind the Citadel or the one at DK's are both within spitting distance, as is the bottom of the Leith Dock.
Should you wish to discuss these matters further you should feel free to contact me on 557 0890 If after 25 minutes I have still failed to answer, I'll buy you a large one in the Compass Bar.
Regards
---------
P.S If you think that this is sarcasm, think yourself lucky that you don't work for the cleansing department.
Source
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
On Muse
Was here...
Now wishing I was here as well.
I can't believe prior to last week the only Muse song I was aware of was Starlight. Rugi giler nih! Lagi pikir rugi when I start thinking bout the fact that they'd been here to Auckland twice, and seriously, what the heck was I doing at that time? Spacing out over Media Comm?????
*scratches head (whilst thinking and partly also thanks to dandruff)
By the way, Happy 10th Anniversary Transcendence!
Now wishing I was here as well.
I can't believe prior to last week the only Muse song I was aware of was Starlight. Rugi giler nih! Lagi pikir rugi when I start thinking bout the fact that they'd been here to Auckland twice, and seriously, what the heck was I doing at that time? Spacing out over Media Comm?????
*scratches head (whilst thinking and partly also thanks to dandruff)
By the way, Happy 10th Anniversary Transcendence!
Friday, January 16, 2009
Separated at birth?
At first I thought she looks like Cruella, but then it hit me!
Same glee man. But then again it could just be me.
Same glee man. But then again it could just be me.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Summer Breeze
As I get older I find that the only way I could receive and store any form of information successfully, is if it comes out through the tube.
I wish all the journals and articles I'd have to read could be turned into tv mini-series.
I would EXCEL in Media Comm I tell ya.
I wish all the journals and articles I'd have to read could be turned into tv mini-series.
I would EXCEL in Media Comm I tell ya.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
I care
A middle-aged American guy and his wife came in and ordered drip coffee.
The guy seemed friendly and nice enough, talking and joking around with the three girls.
Then a huge crowd went past the store. Men, women and children passed by carrying placards,shouting and chanting.
"Ohhh what have we got here. Better take out my camera!"
He began filming the protesters.
Some in the crowd were angry. Some were sad.
"Yeah yeah yeah. Whatever. Who cares?" The old guy said to the girls.
The girls just kept their heads down. One was still wondering whether or not it's right to say drip coffee.
"Hey, my son's Jewish!" He chuckled.
The pins on his green cap, each from the states or countries he'd been to shone brightly under the sun.
**
Yes, I didn't say anything. I'm weak at confrontations or debates.
But Mr. American drip-coffee guy, here's what I would like to say to you-
I care. Those who died, they have names. That's someone's son right there. Pity that you've been around the world and yet you haven't really seen it.
http://www.scoop.co.nz/stories/HL0901/S00051.htm
The guy seemed friendly and nice enough, talking and joking around with the three girls.
Then a huge crowd went past the store. Men, women and children passed by carrying placards,shouting and chanting.
"Ohhh what have we got here. Better take out my camera!"
He began filming the protesters.
Some in the crowd were angry. Some were sad.
"Yeah yeah yeah. Whatever. Who cares?" The old guy said to the girls.
The girls just kept their heads down. One was still wondering whether or not it's right to say drip coffee.
"Hey, my son's Jewish!" He chuckled.
The pins on his green cap, each from the states or countries he'd been to shone brightly under the sun.
**
Yes, I didn't say anything. I'm weak at confrontations or debates.
But Mr. American drip-coffee guy, here's what I would like to say to you-
I care. Those who died, they have names. That's someone's son right there. Pity that you've been around the world and yet you haven't really seen it.
http://www.scoop.co.nz/stories/HL0901/S00051.htm
Saturday, January 3, 2009
The Best of 2008
Movie(s) of the Year:
No Country For Old Man
So so dark. I like.
Pineapple Express
Can't ever remember laughing so hard. Worth every penny. I still haven't seen Milk, Revolutionary Road, Changeling,The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, The band's visit, etc
Song of the Year: I'm Yours by Jason Mraz
The new version is better than the old one definately. The perfect summer song.
Book of the Year: White Tiger by Aravind Adiga
Indian writes are geniuses.
Drama of the Year: Nodame Cantabile
Well the drama came out a couple of years back but I just recently watched it. Let's all enter Hentai Mori!
Best Trend: Leather jackets? Brogues? Can't decide.
Best (re)discovery: Jdorama
Now I'm addicted. I sleep at 5am just to khatam 10/11 episodes. Shame.....
Learnt a lot in 2008. Here's a list-
1-Learnt how to make ikan goreng
2-Learnt how to make nasi lemak
3-Learnt how to make kuey teow goreng...cekodok pisang(selalu hangus)...mung bean drink...
My cooking may not be great I've gotta admit, but at least I'm learning?
4-Learnt how to remain calm when customers ask incredibly stooo....
Farewell 2008, hello 2009!
Oya sumi...zzzz
No Country For Old Man
So so dark. I like.
Pineapple Express
Can't ever remember laughing so hard. Worth every penny. I still haven't seen Milk, Revolutionary Road, Changeling,The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, The band's visit, etc
Song of the Year: I'm Yours by Jason Mraz
The new version is better than the old one definately. The perfect summer song.
Book of the Year: White Tiger by Aravind Adiga
Indian writes are geniuses.
Drama of the Year: Nodame Cantabile
Well the drama came out a couple of years back but I just recently watched it. Let's all enter Hentai Mori!
Best Trend: Leather jackets? Brogues? Can't decide.
Best (re)discovery: Jdorama
Now I'm addicted. I sleep at 5am just to khatam 10/11 episodes. Shame.....
Learnt a lot in 2008. Here's a list-
1-Learnt how to make ikan goreng
2-Learnt how to make nasi lemak
3-Learnt how to make kuey teow goreng...cekodok pisang(selalu hangus)...mung bean drink...
My cooking may not be great I've gotta admit, but at least I'm learning?
4-Learnt how to remain calm when customers ask incredibly stooo....
Farewell 2008, hello 2009!
Oya sumi...zzzz
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