So, you think I am nuts?

Today I want to "fatt ngap foong", can ah?

2006-04-06T23:00:00.000+08:00

This week has been hellish. More like, "tuulun".

Monday...nearly got killed by a car. Fucking Ah Beng drove the car like going to "reincarnate" or more like going to have a premature ejaculation. About to cross the road, a blue wira swerved into a parking bay a la Starsky and Hutch style. Fast, furious, reckless. The kiasu driver sped at top speed just to secure the empty bay,fearing it would be occupied. At that moment also, I stepped foot onto the road. Maybe a nanosecond may have created history for me. You all may have to burn a laptop, printer, digital camera and burn your comments to me.

Nevermind. But, there was a puddle of dirty water aaaaaannnnnnd....."splash" . Yes, onto me. Knowing me, a fighter cock, I was just about to open my mouth and scold "niaseng" but thank god, I didn't. There were 4 samsengs in the car and I wouldnt want to know the consequences of me telling them off.

Nevermind. Chill. Haaa...haaa...fooooo....again.....haaaa.....haaaaa....fooooo
Don't want unsightly crows feet.

Tuesday .

Tuesday, Tuesday, Tuesday!
Nothing special on Tuesday.
Ah Yat, my modem needed medical aid. Sigh...$$$$$$$

(Ah Fuu is my laptop, Ah Kwai is my mobile, Ah Yat , my modem)

Yesterday , another "tuulun" day. It started with the morning jam at 8am from Hartamas to Jalan Parlimen.

In front of me was a couple in a white proton wira.

From my windscreen I observe the girl keep bending towards the guy's lap and wild thoughts came across my mind. You know why I have these wild thoughts and why I am so "tuulun" with them?

Here is why : their car kept making jerking stops, braking inconsistently, forcing me to take pseudo emergency brakes all the way and the sight of that fucking bitch "bongkok" over his lap, please excuse me for harbouring such ill and wild thoughts. Here is what I thought.

girl : darling ah, you wan blow blow? ( she bending , leaning whole face on his lap)
the traffic so long, come, come, i blow ah

guy : yes...yes...ooooo ( jerk the car, move, brakes, stop, jerk, stop)

KNN....no...Kaan Nee Neh !

Fucking go blow in the dark while driving along the highway la...don't blow for the whole world
to see in the morning la.

Nevermind! Cool....coool.

girl : ey, you got pimple la...come, let me squeeze...(she leans towards his cheek and press the
pimple and sayang sayang his face then lean on his lap again)

guy :( car jerk,jerk, jerk.....)

By this time, I was very mad . To put harm on the road is inconsiderate. To show off him getting a blow in the morning...well....young man...go jerk in the cinema or in the bush la.

I , so, so buoy tahan liao. I also need to release my tension.

Then came along a nice black car at the next lane. Of course, my eyes wandered. Mmmm....nice guy. I looked at him. Hey, it is free...why not. So, feast my eyes. He feasted too.

Nevermind. Look la, for all I care. He went pass me. I thought it was sayonnara. But, I caught up. This time, we both checked each other out again. Well, no harm, right. So, I waved at him and gave him a smile.

Siao ka?

Aaahh....I have released my tension also. No need blow...no need play tofu...no need angry...no need jerk. A smile at a stranger will do, won't it?

Siew Yoke , Char Siew

2006-04-01T16:00:00.000+08:00

Actually, I wasn't in the mood to blog but while I was driving to the orphanage this morning, Jomel's photos of the succulent siew yoke ( not Jomel's siew yoke, ok) came across my mind. Damn juicy looking. It reminded me of Overseas Restaurant's "mat chap char siew" (honey roasted char siew). You can actually see the shiny coating of the char siew roasted till perfection with a hint of overburn at both ends of the meat. And guess what? The char siew is marbalized with fats and lean meat. Now, that is what I call Char Siew. Char siew cannot be lean meat all the way. It has got to have streaks of fats to make it juicy. During the chewing process, the combination of the lean meat, the fats, the honey and the intensity of the bbq heat ( fire) will bring the best flavour out. Good or not?

Another place for char siew rice is at one stall behind the old Cathay cinema at Jalan Bukit Bintang. It is actually behind the cinema which is now an open air car park. I can't remember the name but it is popular amongst the office people. Nice big car owners frequent this place too.

As for siew yoke, I find Mr.Ho has got nice ones except $$$$$ not so nice. Very expensive for siew yoke but when you take the first bite, you will think," Ah, never mind la the price, I need to pamper myself." The skin of the siew yoke is sooooo crispy. You can actually hear the crackling sound when you bite on it. The flavour is just right; not to bland and meaty in taste, not too salty. Juuust right!

I heard of a place in Pudu which is good for the siew yoke. Located at the corner shoplot near Hiong Kong Departmental Store, this places serves siew yoke, char siew, kai fan but their specialty is siew yoke. Apparently they only start serving you at 11am. I shall try it out one day.

Damn! I can't shake the thought of the Overseas Restaurant's honey roasted char siew. I can even visualise it now...the shiny coating of the meat calling me......."lai ...lai....lai".

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Remember I was walking "kaki kangkang" one midnite in my previous post?
I had satay and nasi lemak. Check it out at magical mana

Monthly Bills

2006-03-31T20:35:00.000+08:00

I never believed that PMS exists. Now, I do. Well, besides the craving for a certain food, the emotion swings like a pendulum. Yesterday was great; with all the food accompanying me ending with a sinful supper of satay and nasi lemak AGAIN.

Funny, 2 different people brought up the same topic at a 2 hour interval which deeply affected my thoughts. I brushed it aside though. Oh, it was nothing bad about me but the topic made me "tak shiok" somehow. I managed to douse it with my satay and nasi.

I thought by today, it would go away. It did not. It is like a needle piercing me and I can't get rid of it. Plus, another touchy subject that embraced me late this afternoon, I am now succumbing to my not-so-good mood. I would love to blame it on the poor PMS management. Hopefully, by tomorrow I will be back to Ah Siao. Perhaps, a drink or two will help ease my mind. I don't like to feel sane...this is not ME. I want my insanity back.

By the way, I only had a Happy Meal today. You think perhaps its the sudden decrease of food intake that contributed to the mood swing?

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I am so ashamed! Been around for 3 decades and YET.....I did not know there are so many types of cups in bras. Tsk tsk tsk....I have shamed the female species.

The hunt was not on food today. It was on bra. Did you know that there are so many types of cup? Ranging from full cup, 1/2 cup, 3/4 cup , french cut cup, party bras, soft cup, underwired, and bla bla bla. Did you know that a 1/2 cup bra gives a different result from a 3/4 cup bra ? I didn't. But, now I do.

Different cups make different Wonders. Man, I tell you, what miracles they do for you. I have found the answer to deepen the" longkang susu" already. Thanks to my research. If I knew the existance of such bras, I wouldnt have made a fuss about it last week.

Today, women are so spoilt for choice. T shirt bras, french lace bras, wonder bras, halter bras maximizer bras, you name it, they have it. Thanks to Research and Development, the bra companies are able to provide us with such beautiful creations which enhances our breasts . A little lift to the solo papaya makes a great difference. Probably boost our confidence too.

So, did I end up buying?

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I am going to fix a drink now. I shall blog and rant if I am still around.

Makan Day

2006-03-31T00:27:00.000+08:00

My day started fruitfully . Remember my food crazee swings? Well, I was told that the foodcourt at Dataran Maybank is good for Malay food. I was around the area so I checked the place out. It didn't look as great as it sounded, so I would strike off the place to conquer.

My second shot was at Rebung. It is a nicely tucked away restaurant serving authentic Malay food from Rembau prepared by Chef Ismail. It was 11.00am but what the heck, I decided to do some investigating before I sacrifice my tummy and succumb to my desire.

The aroma of fresh curry filled the little place as I walked into the restaurant. I asked the waiter about the restaurant . He signaled the person in charge to attend to me. Frankly, I just wanted to find out what type of food they serve. Speaking to anyone will do but nooooooo......He, the manager, came out personally to attend to me. He must have thought I was some big fish. Could he have thought I was a Datin ah? Today, I felt "chio chio hiao hiao" so I dressed in my kurung. No la! I am only an ikan bilis ( the smallest and cheapest breed). Anyway, he was friendly and his gaze was mesmerising. I definitely have to makan there and it has got to be as quick as possible because I worry my desire for Malay food will fade.

My mini orgasm for the day was at Devi's Corner. I just had to have it. Yes....lunch was briyani with mutton masala, saffron cabbage, sambal siao cha bor and ayam goreng. The "handsome" who served me told me to visit Devi's Corner in the morning. Mmmmm... I thought, "Saya kejer pagi, you mari pagi la", he said. Aiyer....notti . Like that pun boleh ka? I looked at him and said, " nasi ini bukan saya sajer yang makan, 3 orang makan punya la." It is true, ok. I shared with 2 other person. I went home with the tarr pao, and dug in the rice with my hand. Fucking damn chuuuun. The spicyness, the hot weather and the smell of Indian spice.....wah...syok, syok, syok. I know Lilian gonna say,"last nite she felt Malayish, today Indianish pulak". My right fingers smell of masala mutton.

For dinner, I had assam pedas ikan pari ( stingray) with pineapple. Damn again.

The above post was written at about 11pm when I was called for duty. I just came back from my On-call duty . It has been an aggressive night. CHaaaam! I had to walk kaki kangkang to my room and had trouble taking the stairs. Nearly "phok kai". People don't name me Siao DBKL truck for nothing, you know.

Hari ini saya sudah dosa. Besok mesti puasa. You think I can manage my fasting till lunchtime?

Shiokalingam!

2006-03-29T22:44:00.000+08:00

Yes...oh yes..more....oh...oh...yes...yes....oh my..please.......more ......oh...yes( bang the table)..............yes( bang the head)....oooooooooh!

Remember this scene in the movie "When Harry met Sally" ? Sally ( Meg Ryan) was having an orgasm( fake) while having her sandwich with Harry (Billy Crystal). Now, twist the story a little and pretend that the sandwich was THAT great to give her such pleasure.

It was 8.00am this morning. It happened in a hut. The hut had many men...taxi drivers, actually. And the main character was NASI LEMAK. I was contented with the hunt. Actually, I had the crave since last Saturday after " jogetting" session but I just could not find the RIGHT nasi lemak and the desire grew stronger and stronger as the days went by until I sent an SOS 2 nights ago asking for a good nasi lemak place.

Thanks to all the contributions. I shall try each place when possible.

I had a tester with me this morning. We headed for the hut at Sri Hartamas like bulldogs, frothing saliva oozing out from the corner of our mouths. It was a row of mamak-like stalls near the T junction of Sri Hartamas, opposite the Petronas gas station. Most of the patrons are taxi drivers. We headed for the first stall where we could mix and match the "lauk". By the way, all of the stalls served bungkus nasi lemak. My source told me that this particular stall ( the one closest to the link houses) serves the best nasi. And so, I ordered a "biasa" tambah daging and ayam goreng and a teh tarik. Tsk...tsk...tsk...such a sin in the early morning. My tester had a "biasa" with sambal kerang, ayam goreng and milo ais. Total cost was Rm11.

The steamy santan rice was ultimate. Not too soft, not to chewy. It was just right. Somehow, the feeling of the rice grain in my mouth mixed with the sweet sambal belachan made me (s)excited. Each bite of the sambal belachan entering my mouth made me pant and sweat. The dilated blood vessels in my body sent shock waves which gave multiple explosions. It was damn gooooood! And the place was RIGHT for a cuisine like this one. Not too clean, not to dirty...just the right atmosphere for the dish. Contented for today. Let's see when the next "ki siao" for nasi lemak mode comes again.

But now, I have something in mind. TOMYAM! Where can I get good tomyam ? I prefer to try it out at the Malay stalls instead of Thai restaurants. Oh, oh, I am into authentic kampung dishes as well. Anyone tried "Tupai-Tupai" and "Rebung" before? "Tupai-Tupai" is located a stone's throw from the Istana while "Rebung" is next to the Mango Tree Restaurant in Bangsar.

Suddenly I feel like "Orked", the girl in "Sepet". I guess I can always hide my extra tyres in the baju kurung huh?

100th Post

2006-03-27T23:54:00.000+08:00

Today's post marks 100. Started out in September 2005, I slowly gained confident in writing, brushed up on my rusty English Language and collected fans/ friends throughout the past 7 months. And the least expected was to have the opportunity to meet up with some bloggers.

I am ever grateful to the person who introduced the blogging world to me. You know who you are. Thank you very much. Over the 7 months, I also have gained a steady group of "siao porr" and "siao kang" fans. Some siao comments, humsap ones and hearty ones really kept me in touch with the world. Before, I thought I was a fraction of the only few crazy and humsap people around. I thank god that I have met worse cases than me, which reassures me that I am not the only siao being around. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you for all your support.

No oscars needed, no angpows or dinner receptions please. I am glad that I survived the 100th post and will continue to write till I find the first strand of platinum hair in my

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I have an urge.
It will give me wild orgasmic pleasures if I could get hold of it.
My weakness.
Can anyone tell me where I can get hold of a nice , warm, hot and spicy NASI LEMAK?

I got to have it .
I must have it.
My desire is peaking.
You got to help me.
Please, please, please.

Joget

2006-03-26T23:03:00.000+08:00

One bottle of Jack Daniels for Rm310.50

2 of us whacked half the bottle from 1030pm - 3am

joget, dangdut, footloose, hangloose, let loose

nasi lemak, maggi mee goreng, ais limau, teh ais for supper

home by 430am

venue: trekking at the Jungle again!

But, it was fun! The ah Bengs next table to us could not even keep up with our cardio workout.

Longkang Susu

2006-03-24T12:55:00.000+08:00

Some may say cute
Some say small
Some say just right
Some will not even look

I have tried in vain the whole week
I pressed them
Squeezed them together with all my might
I even sucked in my breath

"Wonder"ring high and low
"Maximize" ing my time to search
but I failed to find the right push up BRA

Tell me how la
to construct the longkang deeper as
I have to fit into my bitchy top this weekend.

Signed,
DIstressed Solo Papaya

Ps. No reconstructive surgery and bicycle pumps, please.

Night Jungle Trekking

2006-03-19T09:05:00.000+08:00

It was exhausting. I have to admit, my old auntie bones "lao kok kok" ( old) already. I guess Anlene milk is a must to prepare myself for further workout.

The trekking started at about 10.30pm last nite and lasted till 3am. Before we embarked on the hunting journey, my trekking partner and I stopped over at Ozeki, a Japanese eating place to fill our tummies before the hunt began. For better blood circulation and preparation for the trek, we had "sake" to go with supper.

Finally, at 10.30pm, we headed for the jungle. It was a concrete jungle. By the time we reached the entrance, people were swamping the scene. The venue was one of those places supporting the Sepang F1 race today. Those Ferrari promoters were Hot and Slzzling. Cover charge of Rm35 included a drink. I had Rum n Coke which tasted like water.

And so, we trekked and trekked, looking for a nice spot to park ourselves. Oh my, have you guessed where the jungle is? Yea, none other than Rum Jungle. I am so fresh* and naive* to life after dark that I have many thanks to my trekking partner taking time to expose* me to the harsh night environment. And last night was an introduction to many more to cum **smiling cunningly**

The music was ok. All in all, we had rum n coke, a jug of beer and pina colada. The night was still young but I noticed a few KO cases and most of them were girls. Very young girls. There was a scene which caught my attenttion. This pretty young thing was totally wasted before the party began. Totally wasted! Her friends left her sitting at a chair away from the scene. Occasionally a friend would come check on her. But the fact was , she was wasted and she could get herself into trouble not even knowing what really happened to her and the fact that her friends left her alone for awhile was already an invitation to an unfortunate "accident". She caught my attention because my partner and I were playing hunting game. We looked out for hotchicks for him and cute guys for me . What a pity. The party had just begun and she was already talking to "zhou gong". Sigh! Too bad. If not, I would have encouraged my partner to approach her.

After my second glass of beer, I tried doing some cardio workout . The faster the music beat, the faster the cardio exercise went, the hotter the body gyrated. Yea...calories burning; good for me. Mmmm....I was thinking to myself, can I ask for a refund from California Fitness because it was more fun working out at the jungle than the gym. Yeah! The liveband came on and from then on, we dangdut all the way till 3am non stop.

A few kwailous were standing next to our table. Suddenly, 2 "social escorts" came over, leaning sexily to them, whispering "something" to them. After some negotiations, she managed to strike a deal and off they went for their own "dangduting".

You see, our table was located at the second floor overlooking the whole dancing area and our back was facing the washrooms. Thank god the stench was kept to a minimal. We had a great view from our table, both the front and the back. As we looked in front, we could see the liveband, as we looked behind we could see girls with plunging neckline from above. Imagine the shapes and sizes of " longkangs" we could see.

Way past midnight but I still had my glass slippers intact and my trekking partner did not turn into a mouse. We saw many girls getting drunk, girls falling off the dancing area and girls vomitting in the basin. It was truly a lesson to me. A lesson which I hope would be helpful in dealing with young adults It was an eye opener. To see how young people act, where they hang out and who are their friends.

The trekking ended at 3am. My bonese were still intact, knees not wobbly and vision still good. This morning my body did not even ache a little. I guess I passed the test. I am still waiting for my trekking trainer to issue a Certificate for me.

And guess what my next target will be? Yea, yea, yea....Kickboxing , here I come.

Back from Recuperation!

2006-03-18T15:49:00.000+08:00

Aaaahhh......it is good to be back after a good night's sleep which is equivalent to a non-stop flight from KL to LA. What had made me so tired, so drained out, so exhausting and heart palpitating?

The meeting plus the tarr pao were too energy draining. I need to recharge my batteries.

(Reminiscing back to Thursday 16th March 2006)

I had a blind date with a few good men and a few good women somewhere in town. I braved the rain and the horrendous traffic to be at the secret rendezvous. After some commotion, I finally managed to find the meeting room. The minute I opened the door, few heads turned and looked at me with such blank expression. I scanned the room and decided to take a seat next to a gentleman. I did not have a chance to observe him closely but his sleek body build was enough to make me shiver.

Needless to say, those agents who attended this meeting would know who I am referring to. I never expected him to be so...so........mmmmm. I am not going into detail about the dinner meeting as you can get a good account from the other agents.

Because I was seated in between 2 gentlemen, I had the pleasure of being pampered. They really took care of me. The one sitting on my right was young, energetic, colorful and sweet. The one sitting on my left was caring, kind and generous. The guy sitting opposite me made me laugh and laugh and laugh.

All in all there were 11 agents. The only word I can describe the ladies is "sporting". Thumbs up for the ladies. The men were ....er.......er.....whats the word again.....I forgot but yes the guys were...........

I had real fun. An outcome that I had not expected to be. I never regretted going. From the age of 20s to the 50s, we fused together and made a lot of noises....wild animal noises ( just like the photos shown at rojaks). The highlight, at least for me, was of course, me and the sweet eligible guy sitting on my right being an item. My assignment was to educate him about the birds and the bees . Such difficult task but as friend, I had to help him.

With all the support that I got from my fellow members, I felt it was my duty to get him ready for his "coming of age". The duration at the meeting was too short; I had to bungkus, tarr pao, take-away and continue after dinner ended. Thus, you all know, the reason for my recuperation for 2 nights. I am no Demi Moore. Age is definitely catching up on me. It was not easy at all. The perseverance, the sweat, the heat , the replays, the energy, the scolding, the beating; I surrender ! I had to issue a certificate with honours.

But the funniest thing was, my eyes roamed the room and caught on to "someone" who really touched my heart I can't say any further. With 10 intelligent agents putting your heads together, I am sure you are able to guess who this agent is.

I had fun with you all. It was worth the meet up.

I better go for extra recharging because tonight there is going to be another round of merry makan minum mania with the Crazy Drinker.

Lin Die-Nasty ( chapter wat? oh yes, chapter 17)

2006-03-15T22:24:00.000+08:00

Please refer to Simple American for those previous chapters as I am too excited to start with this project .

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All hell broke loose.

The explosion was so great that Humpy was thrown back upstairs and his body just lied motionless. His clothes were ripped to pieces and his face was disfigured badly. Burns were everywhere on his pathetic body exposing raw fleshes with bits of his intestines oozing out from the puncture at his stomach.

Humpy? Humpy? Father Fan shook Humpy's motionless body.

Yes, Humpy died an instant death.

It took everyone minutes to recover from the shock. There was pandemonium downstairs. They rushed down to see what had happened. To their horror, bodies were thrown everywhere on the floor, women were crying, people were looking for their missing loved ones. It was a bomb blast.

Time stood still. The once holy place of worship had been turned into a war zone. Why would anyone want to bomb the house of God? Who is responsible for such brutal act?

In the midst of the rumbles , through those thick smoke, a figure appeared at the entrance of which was once the door of the church. It was a woman. A kinda familiar face . Father Fan recognised her.

Despite his age, Father was able to recognise her instantly, thanks to the gingko biloba pills that he had been diligently consuming daily. She is the new member of his weekly suicidal counseling group.

Father Fan remembers the day she joined his therapy group.

(Reminiscing back to the first day she opened up and started sharing her anguish, her pain and suffering brought upon her by her husband).

You see, Ah Siao was the perfect wife any man could have. She could be a
demure lady but yet a wildcat in the bedroom. She had everything in life until one day, her husband lost everything to the Lin (illegal)Casino. With so much debt and the Ah Longs coming after her plus the "soi lou" running off, Ah Siao had no choice but to work for Untie Lin ( who at that time was also running a brothel). Initially, Untie Lin( the 2 headed bitch) was"kind" to her but over the weeks, things turned ugly. Untie Lin would advertise that Ah Siao specialises in SM(kinky sex) and soon, men flocked from all over,even from the neighbouring country to have a "taste" of Ah Siao's specialty. She was repeatedly kinkied day and night. Sales soared all time high. Ah Siao suffered. She lost herself, lost the hope of living and finally lost her mind.

A loud shout woke Father Fan from his reminiscence.

"Don't you all move"
" Look, I am not not crazy, I mean it"

That siao woman, who was dressed in purple turtleneck with a tight green leggings, so tight that it emphasized her thunder thighs, and with multi colored eye shadows which were so heavy that her eyes were drowned in those hellish unmatching colors had a device in her hand. It was a small black matchbox with a red bleeping light.

" I want those papers"
Everyone was just dumbfounded.

"I want those papers N_O_W"
And yet, no one moved an inch.

SHe flipped open the right side of her yellow coat and exposed a set of bombs strapped up at her waist. "tick, tock, tick, tock...the bomb was clicking"

"I will blow myself together with all of you if you don't pass me the document"

"Ah Siao, calm down....please
" You must be hungry and tired...come join Father for a pao and tea"

"Father, you siao I also not yet siao".
"Gimme the god damn papers NOW or I will......( Ah Siao was threatening to press the button to ignite the bomb)

Just as King's Wife handed the document to Ah Siao,

"clap...clap...clap"..hahahahaha, a cunning laughter echoed.
"Good job, Siao Cha Bor...you did not disappoint me"

They all turned towards the clapping sound and saw a man emerging from a Mercedes SLX and it was none other than .............................

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whoa tired already....who shall i pass tis to ah?
9394 at don't kill me ah

counting lehbits

2006-03-14T02:11:00.000+08:00

Again. It has been awhile since I last slept so late. The owls have gone looking for food, the bats too. The snakes, creepy crawlies, vampires , pontianaks also can't care less about me ranting here.
What am I doing here at this hour?

What shall I count tonight?

But first, let me get my codeine.

When I stop the count, you will know I am knocked out.

Now, let's begin.

What shall it be tonight? Bears? Sheep? Ah yes...lehbits.

Shall we?

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1 lehbit,2 lehbit,3 lehbit,4 lehbit, 5 lehbit, 6 lehbit, 7 lehbit, 8 lehbit, 9 lrhbit, 10 lehbit, 11 lehbit,12 lehbit, 13 lehbit, 14 lehbit, 15 le3hbit, 16 lehbit, 17 lehbit, 18 lehbit, 19 lehbit, 20 lehbit, 21 lehbit, 22 lehbit, 23 lehbit, 24 lehbit, 25 lehbit, 26 lehbit, 27 lehbit, 28 lehbit, 29 lehbit, 30lehbit, 31 lehbit, 32 lehbit, 33 lehbit, 34 lehibt, 35 lehbit, 36 lehbit, 37 lehbit, 38lehbit, 39 lehbit, 40 lehbit, 41 ehbit, 42 lehbit, 43 lehbit, 44 lehbit, 45 lehbit, 46 lehbit, 47 lehbit, 48 lehbit, 49 lehbit, 50 lehbit, 51 lehbit, 52 lehbit, 53 lehbit, 54 lehbit, 55 lehbit, 56 lehbit, 57 lehbit, 58 lrhbit, 59 lehbit, 60 lehbit, 61;;ehbit, 62 lehbit, 63 lehbit, 64 lehbit, 65 lehbit, 66 lehbit, 67 lehbit, 68 lehbit, 69 lehbit, 70 lehbit, 71 lehbit, 72 lehbit, 73 lehbit, 74 lehbit, 75 lehbit, 76 lehbit, 77 lehbit, 78 lehbit, 79 lehbit, 80 lrhbit, 81 lehebit, 82 lehbit, 83 lehbit, 84 lehbit, 85 lehbit, 86 lehbit, 87 lehbit, 88 lrhbit, 89 lehbit,90 lehbit, 91 lehbit, 92 lehbit, 93 lehbit, 94 lehbit, 95 lehbit, 96 lehbit, 97 lehbit, 98 lehbit, 99 lehbit,100 lehbit

aiyo, still cannot

any wise suggestions?

3 in 1

2006-03-12T12:17:00.000+08:00

Today I cried 3 times while watching 3 movies.

1) Brokeback Mountain at 4pm
2) Under the Tuscan Sun at 7pm
3) Something's Gotta Give at 830pm

Why are relationships so complicated ?

Sigh.....

Have also problem, don't have also a problem.

Anyway, these 3 movies are relationship related and they very much involve THAT special word but I will not say it loud . It starts with the letter "L"

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On a lighter note, as you all know, I am quite a Chinese auntie, I main-main sajer and did some reading on fengshui and this particular page interest me. It is about activating my peach blossom ( thou far) that is activating my romance luck.

So, I embarked on a journey to MidValley hunting for any kind of "leh bits". I came across a shop called "Hallmark" and I saw this really pretty soft toy. It was a rabbit. A Peter Rabbit. A very pretty rabbit. I scouted around the shop and saw more rabbits. So exciting. Oh boy, so many of them telling me ," cher cher, bring me home with you". Actually I am quite greedy. I wanted more than one lehbit. There was this particular letter holder that has SIX lehbits; just what I needed...the more the merrier. So, I had to forgo the soft toy and took the 6 in 1 letter holder. Now I have 6 cheeky rabbits sitting on my EAST direction and they so happen to be in front of ny desk. Not only lehbits do I have but also a pair of "yinyong" birds and the prettiest "mou tan farr" ALL out to help activate the peach blossom force.

May the Force be with me !

Nuts or what?

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Finally, to answer to where I went missing for those few days.

I have created another blog - mixedfriedvegetables.blogspot.com
This blog is entirely non humsap. I needed a lot of time to bring myself to the "normal" mode and it was difficult. I did this mainly for my baby. We would brainstorm together and sometimes I would ask her to draw something, anything that runs through her mind and I would use the pictures to create a story. Then the refinement takes place, all depending on my mood. So, I think, I really need more "lehbits" horr, to create a feel good mood for me to finish up a piece.

www.mixedfriedvegetables.blogspot.com

Enjoy!

Back from the Crypt and to the Moon

2006-03-11T12:58:00.000+08:00

While it is still fresh in my mind, I hope, I shall waste no time in reporting about last night's colourful event. While The Crazy Drinker is not in KL last night, I had the pleasure of "inviting" another crazier drinker whom I have not gone drinking with for ages. This person should be older than Ah Pek or Cocka but still, age has no barrier; if it clicks, it clicks. Right?

And so, our "expedition" started at 10pm at the Luna Bar with a cover charge of RM50. A little pricey but I guess it covers the KL skyline, so what the heck, you also pay for the trip 33 floors up. I must say , we were almost touching the stars and the moon....fly me to the moon.........

We walked a flight of stairs up to the bar , located at the rooftop and felt a mixture of warm breeze and humidity stinging our skin...oh no wonder....outdoor concept. Whoooaaa.....when we reached the last step, the swimming pool was an invitation to ....................my mind started to play humsap tricks on me, you know me la, always thinking beyond the normal people. I guess that was why so many bouncers were hired to keep everything and every BODY in order. With the right ambience, right company, "right" concoction of cocktail, right music, the the POOL is just right under your nose , it is very hard not to think crooked. Hot, hot, wet, wet, wild wild.......

So, my companion and I took to the bar. I had Whiskey Coke whilst my companion had Vodka Lime. We were feasting our eyes on sexy girls ( small longkang, big longkang, siew loong pao, yip chee mei pao) not-so-goodlooking men, KL night lights, nice music when the bar boy came talking to us. "AUNTIE....another round?" Fuiyo, luckily that wasn't addressed to me, it was to my godmother. Yes, my charming companion last night was my "khai ma" who qualifies for senior citizen status, a bloody good drinker ( Brandy) and a real sport. And so, our next round came... and again "AUNTIE, round ketiga?" I hantam the boys and said "bukan auntie la, kakak la". But yet everytime they came by,they would call her "auntie" out of respect. Last night was the only time I noticed khai ma did not ask for senior citizen privileges.

Anyway, I wanted to divert my usual consumption of whiskey to a more daring mixture . I had Cosmopolitan ( vodka, triple Sec, cranberry juice and lime juice, I think) in a Martinin glass and khai ma had gin tonic. Then came more drinks; a special Magarita from the bar boy especially to khai ma and another round of Cosmopolitan for me.. More bar boys came talking to us and somehow in the corner of my eyes I saw this MAN, this man with "yee phit kai"( moustache) , sitting on the other end of the bar who kept looking at us. The bar boys were talking to him, looking our way and he kept smiling and smiling , oh such cute boyish smile but at.....at......at.....KHAI MA! Geeeeessss..... tiu man, anti climax ! And I thought I caught a LIVE FISH! But of course, I am happy for Auntie Khai Ma because you see, she is still very much SINGLE AND AVAILABLE. And so the smiles and stealing glances at each other innocently across the bar went on for KHAI MA and Uncle Yee Phit Kai.

We asked the bar boy " saya macam pernah tengok kawan you. Dia kejer kat satu bukit nama Aman yer?" Aaahhh.......you know and I know who he is la. WHoaaa..not bad, my KHAI MA still has her senior citizen charms. He got up from his seat a few times to take a peek at us, no, sorry, I meant, at KHAI MA. I think he really wanted to take a big leap but duty calls. Thank god! I wouldn't have known what to say or do if he came over but then again, the attraction was between KHAI MA and HIM.

The next drink came..a shot called Illusions which was a concoction of vodka, midori, pineapple juice and limejuice, I think, because by now, I was flying to the moon, talking to the stars. Very nice COCKtail.

Our limelight was suddenly thrown off course by these 3 sexy chicks who just came and sat next to us. They were young, pretty and sexy. All 3 angels. All 3 took out their Salem Lights and the boys were hooked on them. They lit their cigarettes for the hotchicks and never took their eyes off them. Sigh....my ratings plummeted. Very sad for me but KHAI MA's guy was still very much loyal to her.....wakakakakakkaa.

Toilet calling me. The line was still very much straight. I could walk like a lady.

When I returned, the F & B manager treated the 3 chicks, and my KHAI MA to a special cocktail called Flaming Lamborghini which was a mixture of don't know what shit but nice. The concoction was in a Martini glass with 2 butter knife on the rim of the glass which was used to support the Galliano bottle. Those boys lit the tall Galliano bottle and the whole tower was lit in blue flames. Whilst the fire was still raging, KHAI MA , the 3 angels ( ironic because they were wearing white) and the manager sipped their potent drink . For some reason, KHAI MA couldn't finish her share so I WHACKED UP for her . NOt the end of the story YET. He, the manager, ordered another round of vodka,on the house, for us but we POLITELY DECLINED because I remembered reading Straymana's BJ ordeal with the "mata" a few days back. Hard to say "No" but....somethings you just have to let go. Time to go anyway.

Trit, trot, trit, trot...must walk a bit "gaya", with my tummy sucked in and catwalking in grace, we passed Mr.Yee Phit Kai. It was time for KHAI MA to say goodbye to him. We graciously told him," See you next week yer". Whoaa, you think he shiok and stim or not? I think he really had the hots for KHAI MA .

Not yet. In the lift, 2 Irish men started talking to HER. What the fuck did she do to attract such attention ah? I was only in the "supporting role".

And tonight's Oscar goes to ......................................none other than my very own KHAI MA.

Back from the crypt

2006-03-11T02:05:00.000+08:00

My first day back from the crypt, I went to La Bodega with a crazy drinker on Wednesday and we had 2 rounds of Sangria and a round of Sex on the beach - a cocktail. Damn good to buka puasa.

Thursday nite was 4 shots of my usual Chivas and tonight, oh boy, I just got back from Luna Bar at Menara PanGlobal and I had one shot of whiskey coke, 2 shots of Cosmopolitan, one shot of Illusions and half shot of Flaming Lamborghini. Managed to get home and blog now but I do not think I will last long. So far, there is no typing error YET.

Aiyo, suddenly, "zhou gong" is calling me. I think I need to go talk with him and ask for 4D tips for besok. Need to focus on my conversation with "him". I shall leave you in suspence and siaran akan lanjut besok.

Siaran Tergendala

2006-03-10T14:04:00.000+08:00

I received an urgent telegram this morning, from scb. After having had Sex on The Beach two nights ago, she finally manage to unclogged her system and reduce her mancang-ness. Unfortunately this remedy, as all other quick fixes are not without a side effects.

Every now and then she will discharge a tremendous amount of ~~orgasmic~~ energy. As she is still green - green like the X-men apprentice not green like incredible hulk, she has not not been able to master the skill of discharging the excessive energy at the appropriate time and amount. During one of this energy discharge episode, she was in a very close proximity with Ah Fuu. The tremendous excessive amount of energy was accidently channeled to Ah Fuu and in turn flowed into Ah Fuu's charger. Ah Fuu's charger just couldn't handle this excessive amount of ~~sexual~~ energy and got fried. Due to that unfortunate event, she won't be able to update this blog until her hunt for Ah Fuu's charger replacement is fruitful.

As she is very concern about her fansi, and do not want them to turn into another siao cha bor or siao cha porr (and steals her limelight), so she has asked me to convey this message to all her fansi.

Let's have a 5 seconds silent to mourn the passing away of her Ah Fuu's charger and pray that she will manage to hunt down a new replacement ASAP.
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Remote Control Button "Pause"

2006-03-06T13:52:00.000+08:00

Errmm.....announcement...announcement !

Gua, Ah Siao che che will not be posting for a while . A while means I dunno how many days or hours but it won't exceed weeks la, I hope. I shall leave this comment box open to whoever who wants to pour your heart out to Kakak Siao.

Nothing personal is bothering me except for MEN, as usual....wakkakakaa.

Nevertheless, I shall continue to visit your blogs.

I am in the midst of brainstorming and hope I can get this small piece of work done soon.

I shall return; I won't be long.

Patience!

Love,
Kakak Siao

It's Cumming, I Can Feel It

2006-03-03T01:49:00.000+08:00

Did not really want to write a post tonight but someone just "inspired" me . I shall make this a very short and painless reading. And as for today's lunch, the case is closed and sealed. I shall not talk and sulk over it. It went ok because my eyes were feasting on the other male patrons in the restaurant so, no time to talk. Moreover, there was always someone monopolising the event, so I merely ate and let my eyes wander off.

The lunch took place at one of my favourite eating place. Tapas and sangria.

Hard for me to resist a sangria. Very hard but I resisted. I need to get well, fully recharged and build up my resistance before I hit the limelight again. My debut will hopefully be next weekend where I can have a taste of my first drink again since 3 weeks. Damn, 3 fucking weeks is a fucking long time for me. I am counting my days now. One more week before I am "released" ....ooooo..hoooo

3 more hours encounting now

2006-03-02T09:30:00.000+08:00

The time now is 9.30am. I have exactly 3 more hours to the reunion lunch. I don't feel scared, at least not now. Oh shucks, what am I doing here, blogging at this hour? Teruknya. It's like pouring my soul to my "shrink" ( please do not be offended if one of your readers is a shrink).

Anyway, I did something kinda wicked this morning. I texted N and asked if she needed retail therapy before lunch. Gladly she accepted the invitation but little does she know that I will not be buying. Oooo.....she is going to do her retail therapy while I watch. Corny?

Not yet. Her money going out = my retail therapy. Nyakakakakka........that's what friends are for, right? I help her spend her money to ease her stress; she helps me relax by allowing me to "accompany" her shopping.

Now, that's what I call good friends !

Let's see how much she spends today?
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buying the whole store instead, oh no, maybe I can feast my eyes on guys while she shops?
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Just for curiosity sake, what do men buy for their retail therapy besides sex toys ( which I know some of you would say) ?

To my Baby

2006-03-01T00:27:00.000+08:00

She is sensitive, caring and a joy to have.
Seeing her grow each day reminds me of how much I have achieved.
It is not easy but rewarding.
So far, so good.
It is a long journey; some roads are bumpy, some are windy but some are smooth.
She is a reflection of me.
People call her mini Siao Cha Bor.
She is sensitive to other people's needs and feelings.
Whenever she makes me angry, she would write me mini notes to say " Sorry mom"
and the following note would be
"I love you mummy, you think I can have ice cream?
Little notes like this douse the fire in me.

The most adorable is whenever we go out, she would "fish".
Yes, "fish" for a boyfriend for her mother.
However, her taste is LOUSY.
She likes Wang Lee Hom, F4, Noodle from Gorillaz, the 4 chaps from Il Divo.
So, can you imagine what kind of guy she chooses for me?
I think she is choosing for herself!

Today, when we were in the lift, there were 4 of us.
2 male strangers and us.
She was smiling sheepishly at me.
" I know what is in your mind", I said.
When the men stepped out of the lift, she asked,
"So, do you think he can be your boyfriend?"
We stared at each other and laughed our lungs out.
She not only is my baby but my best friend too.

Tonight is girl's night.
Dinner would be candle lit,
Homemade wanton noodle and fishball soup as main course
and ice cream for dessert.

My duty is to nurture her.
But it never occured to me that she is an inspiration, a "teacher" to me.
She teaches me computer, she tells me about Hellen Keller, Monet, SpongeBob and Teen Titans.
I, not wanting to be leftout can also tell her about Kim Possible, Lilo & Stitch and my favourite,Monster Inc.

Though we do have our ups and downs and disagreements,
We never fail to say "Sorry" to each other after a bad moment.
We always end up with a warm, big hug
which we learn in "Teletubbies"

Baby, no matter what, I shall always be here for you.

Mom

3 More Days Encounting

2006-02-26T23:27:00.000+08:00

Sigh ! It is just a simple lunch with old school friends but I have been dreading this since I got the sms on the luncheon 2 weeks ago. No wonder I get relapse of sore throat since the sms. I am suffering now. I have a bad sore throat AGAIN. What the fuck is wrong with my throat? I know Ah Pek will tell me to drink more protein shake to lubricate my throat a bit or maybe I shouted too much, "yes, yes darling yes, more, more, yes "..........yes to watermelon and not sex. I got hold of a huge watermelon, so succulent, red, juicy, sweet to SUCK at. Right! I hope the watermelon can cool my throat down and be ready for war on 2nd March.

This is what I have been so stressed about. Yea, right, I have nothing much to stress about except for a normal get-together luncheon this day. In a nice way, I "kacau mental" myself, in a more chorr lorr way, it is called brain fellatio la.

I do not really have to go; I can always make up an excuse but I cannot leave my good friend, N, to be "devoured" by the "rottweilers." Not that they are vicious people, I guess I am just being bitchy today. Mmmm...let me see, oh yes, it is the time of the month again. That explains the "mangchangness", the whacking of my Cadbury Brazil Nut Milk chocolate ( must be imported version), hantam almost half a watermelon and the crave for cili padi.

Back to the luncheon. I have not seen my old schoolmates for more than 10 years and somehow we managed to track each other down and the next most natural course of action would be to have some "catching up" to do. And we have settled for a lunch. As far as I know, all of them are successful.

Career --------------------yes
Money---------------------definitely
Properties------------------right on
Family----------------------my darling husband, my darling wife, my kids......
Cars------------------------no less than 2.olitre

Naturally, when you get together, your long lost friends would be curious to know about your present job, life, bla bla bla.....and naturally, the exchanging of business cards will happen. This is the hardest part. I have got nothing to contribute. My reason to show up is to accompany N, fullstop. How shall I answer to these corporate figures about my present status?

If I have a husband, I can always say, " a proud homemaker."
If I have a promising career, I can say," I am X and I work for company Z."

I do not qualify for both. How shall I answer? My days are numbered and I am so stressed out. And I know S, a nice girl but can be a real pain, will be attending. She is famous for bragging about everything. We keep in touch through email sometimes. She knows my history. Each time I bump into her, she would ask me if I have started dating. She would say things ( on purpose or not) like, " How come you are not dating" or "your line of business does not give you opportunity to meet nice men, huh" etc etc etc.

Now that she will be there for lunch, she is sure to bring the subject up again and this time in front of all my classmates. Can I make up an imaginary boyfriend ah?

Dear Thelma, what should I do? aiyoyo.........kepala sakit, kerongkong sakit, mata sakit, mulut sakit, perut sakit................................

MangChang

2006-02-24T23:45:00.000+08:00

Thank you all for your kind support, your calls, your smses, your hugs, and your............The "chuu mou tan" blood test came out negative, thank god. Even the doctor is puzzled. Her fever is a very low grade fever , which is not that scary as compared to the soaring ones. A fever also tells that there is an infection somewhere in the body which was why initially she was given antibiotics.

Anyway, after all the egg massage, dough massage and all that jazz, including prayers, I have resorted to chinese medicine. The herbs prescribed were bitter that I had to bribe her with candies. We shall see by the 4th day if the herbs work or not. Meanwhile at the sinseh's place, I also went for consultation.

Guess what sinseh asked? My telephone number, of course........grin* grin*..................no la, asking for telephone number was for medical record purposes. Sigh! Anyway, back to the pulse reading . He asked me a very funny question, totally unrelated to western medicine. He asked, " lei yan wui mangchang mou" which means "are you very frustrated."

Mangchang ! Yes.....very mangchang; mangchangness can lead to stroke, high blood pressure, which I do not have, thank god again, and of course, many other illnesses coming due to accumulated negative ions.

Mang with errant drivers
Mang with slow frontliners at service counters
Mang at own's stupidity
Mang at my myself for not having a career I am proud of
Mang for not having a boyfriend
Mang for being a perfectionist
Mang for..............
and the list goes on

In a nicer way, people will say, take it easy, go for aromatheraphy massage, in a more direct way, "get laid" and of course, for the humsap kwais, they will tell you, " faster go jiak bak." Ironically, these few days I have been around discussions on people who are yet to be married and people who have not gotten laid yet or people who are still nicely sealed and vacuumed packed. Is that true that sex helps in the production of happy hormones?

Mind sharing with me your view and thoughts about mangchangness , the prognosis and possibly prescribe a solution to the problem?

Myth or Fact ?

2006-02-22T13:11:00.000+08:00

The last and most important blood test result will be out by tomorrow afternoon. This is the most crucial test in that it tests for "chuu mou tan" which in English is called "Chinese Typhoid." Do not bother to look it up as there is no such term in the medical encyclopaedia. This also means I have to drag another day and wait till tomorrow for the result. How torturing.

The older neneks and aunties told me to rub her body with hard boiled eggs or with mixture of rice flour and egg wash. They say to rub from head to toe and after the process, break the dough into 2 pieces and under the sunlight, check for little "pins" which stick out from the dough or egg. Myth or fact, I din't care. I just followed. When you are really at wits end , you will do anything to counter the problem. So,I did as what was instructed but I could not find any of the pins jutting out. Mmm....my mind pondered but aaahh....what the heck! No harm trying .

So, I found a doctor in Jalan Ipoh, who is famous for treating "chuu mou tan." However, when we arrived there this afternoon, we found out that he wasn't in. So, I shall wait for the result tomorrow before adjourning to Doctor "Chuu Mou Tan."

The waiting period is agonising. Having to wait for another day is really torturous and mentally tiring. I hope she gets well soon. And many thanks to fellow bloggers for your comforting words. This is the time when I really need a simple comment, some hugs, some humsap jokes , some smses, some calls to give me reassurance.

We shall see what the next course of action is, by tomorrow afternoon. Hope they find out what is wrong with her so that immediate medical attention could be given to her, and a peace of mind to me.

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Today also marks the end of life for my boxer called Scooby. He was 14 years old. He died of old age. Funny, dogs age like human in the sense that they also have grey fur. The coat around his nose, mouth, his eyelashes, his whiskers turned white a few years ago.

Scooby had been with us since puppy and a watch dog to our home ever since. I hope he finds peace . I did not have time for a memorial service for him. Hope he understands.

Haaai....what a day it had been for me.

De-Stress Me, Please

2006-02-22T00:25:00.000+08:00

Baby has been sick for almost 2 weeks. It started with a simple fever and tonsils inflammation. Actually, she got the germs from me. I was sick during Chinese New Year. Doctor gave a set of antiobiotics. It did not work. Another bottle given. Eaten. No change.

Blood test taken. Results were normal. Thank God.

She rested for a few days in the house. Went back to school on Friday. Did not want her to miss out in school. Everything went well . Brought her to see an ENT consultant because the fever may be from her sinus, as told by her paediatrician. It turned out that her sinus was fine.

OK. Noting to be alarmed about as her fever was very very mild. This afternoon, I took her temperature again and it showed slight fever. Called the clinic. Her doctor asked me to bring her in for a chest x ray, urine test and a complete blood profile. Battling the heavy downpour this evening and the massive traffic jam, I managed to get to the hospital in 30 minutes.

Nothing firm has been diagnosed yet as her urine and xray results were promising. Now comes the full blood profile which by tomorrow noon, I will be able to know the results. These 2 weeks had been very physically and mentally exhausting. I wished my burden could be lightened.

I am a mother and a father. All decisions lay on me. All burden lay on me. All responsibilities lay on me. All welfare also lay on me. Needless to say, all expenses also lay on me.

Tiring!

CHeeeers !

Dare to share?

2006-02-20T01:08:00.000+08:00

I am going to bed soon and I will be seeing him again. He smells great. I love him. In fact, my baby has one too. Don't you love to spread your legs around "it" and hug it and sniff it? Don't tell me you have weaned off "it" ?

Baby calls it "chaochao" because it has her very own distinctive "smell" and I call it my boyfriend. Some people twirl their fingers at the corner of their blankey, some use another pillow to hug, some use Dutch Wife, and so on and so on and so on..........Mine of course, is a Dutch Wife.

How about you? What is yours?

Dinner At..........

2006-02-19T23:45:00.000+08:00

As I sit here, looking at my "Happy Buddha" stomach ( damn, I did not realise that it had grown this big), I, again, have to thank my producer for giving me such a warm reception which contributed to one extra pump to my Michelin tyre. It was a satisfying meal, though. I can still smell it everytime my hand gives a lift to my slipping spectacle.

It was an outdoor event. Our table was located under big trees, the sky was clear until the end of the meal when it drizzled, the waiters were handsomely dressed. I did not pay full attention if they had bowties. I was famished, just couldn't focus on those handsome waiters.

The cutleries would be classified " extraordinary" if you do not recide in South East Asia. Food came. Niiiiiiiicee........Of course, though I claim that I am on a diet, tonight was an exception. First, the waiter served us something which is a no-no in Atkins Diet; it was a mountain full of them but I gladly accepted, without remorse. Then the accompaniment came together with extra side dishes which we ordered. We had fish, chicken, sotong and of course, gravy, loads of them.

Whack, whack whack..chop chop..gobble gobble churn churn and now they rest in my tummy. It was a relaxing meal, without having to think much about etiquette and paparazzis. We even had nice "music" to entertain us. The music was actually the loud speaker ordering the waiters to their chores.

Die(t), die(t), die(t)......my next pubic appearance will be on the 2nd of March which I much dread. Will I be able to lose at least one miserable pound, actually, it is more like a kilo or two before that day? Oh, by the way, those pineapple tarts are sending me messages again .....what am I to do?

Dear Thelma, what should I do with Mr. P. Tart?

Oh, oh, have you guessed what I had for dinner?

Tig "Tag " Toe

2006-02-18T01:33:00.000+08:00

Finally, my first attempt ( pretend, pretend to be innocent only; I have heaps....wakaakakaka) in writing a humsap story ended very well with people the same wavelength chipping in; making the story so hot, saucy and sizzling. Just as I was about to write on my new post, I found out that I have been dogtagged . Aiyo, susah la, must use my brain. I haven't used my brain for soooooo long liao, fatt mou chor lor.

If you are wondering how I look like, I have " pasted" a not-too-recent picture of me in my profile, thanks to my blog producer again. A big thank you to you again. Forever grateful.

Here goes:-

1. Name one of the actor of the old days that you missed most

Sek Kuen - HK villain actor

2. Name a cartoon of the old days

Scooby D oo, Road Runners, Popeye, Transformers

3. Name a singer/group of the old days

singer - billy ocean, nick kershaw,paul young, billy idol, Roman Tam, Francis Yip, Tang Lai Kwan, David Bowie
group - spandau ballet, duran duran ( rocks!), bananarama, ub40 ( red red wine)

4. Band of the old days

Human League, Eurythmics, Ultravox, Air Supply, Wham!

5. TV series of the old day

Man from atlantis ( hunky handsome dude), hart to hart, Traper John M.D,

6. Actress of the old day

Audrey Hepburn, Lei Heong Kham, Lo Lan, Nam Hoong,

7. Fashion of Old days that you miss the most

Beggar jeans, big chunky earrings, pseudomadonna like a virgin fashion

8. Movie of old days

My fair lady, Love is a many splendid thing, Hello Dolly, South Pacific, The King and I

9. Music Video of old days

Prince "PurpleRain", Madonna "Like a Virgin"

10. Coolest song of old days

Michael jackson - Beat It

Now, wakakkakaa, I get to tag the next 3 victims and they are........

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straymana of magical-mana
jomel of justmeonly
ah pek of malaysian-ahpek

Haaaaaaiii......do you all know how much braincells I have killed tonight over this tag ah?

Last chapter of humsap koochai ( for you ah pek)

2006-02-16T01:37:00.000+08:00

His lips went to my ears, nibbling my ear lobe. I let out a cry , like a helpless kitten. Slowly his lips went down my neck , again nibbling my thoat down to my exposed chest. My breathing was erratic. My hardened nipples were pressing against my white blouse . Shy was I but I still wanted him to continue. Naive I was but so, so curious to explore and discover. By now, his hands moved into the opening of my blouse slowly and exposed one of my breasts.

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My whole body stiffened. I could feel his warm fingers running through my breast . That sensation, I cannot explain, why my body is responding to such touches. His fingers played cheekily at my virgin pink nipple and I quivered with delight. I let out a sigh which later turned louder to a moan. I was surprised at my reaction.."is this how it is suppose to be, am I suppose to enjoy, what should I do?" I was lost, drown in pleasure, into a new dimension, discovering my own body.

I looked at him for reassurance. "It's okay to enjoy, it's ok."

" But...I..I...." I blushed and he knew this was my first encounter.

"Don't worry, just let go....I will teach you, you just have to let go and enjoy."

I closed my eyes and let all my senses respond to his feather touches. My nipples yearned for more and I moaned like a wanton woman asking for more. He took my hand and guided me, very slowly to his throbbing manhood. It was rock hard. It was warm, inviting anf exploding. I did not know what to do.

Still nibbling me, his tongue found its way to my breasts. His wet and sensuous tongue was so inviting. I arched my back signaling for more. He sucked my nipples so hard that the pleasure came with pain. Meanwhile, with my fumbling inexperienced hand at his manhood, he moaned, reassuring me that I was pleasing him at the right place. I had to discover the points that would send him wild. He slowly undress his shirt. I did not know what got into me. I pushed his hands away from unbuttoning his shirt. Still caught in his gaze, I looked at his with fiery eyes and ripped his shirt like a wanton woman, waiting to explode wildly with him.

The next thing I knew, we were naked, our body, our skin , connected. His body was so warm. Our bodies entwined. It was a moonlit night and I could hear the music playing outside. I groped his rear, it was solid, firm muscular.

We kissed, exploring each other. It was an adventure.

He found my lovenest. I was wet. The heat was on. I was scared.

He guided my hands at his erected manhood to a certain motion which gave him much pleasure. His mighty erection was ready to conquer. I was ready. I closed my eyes and wanted this to be an unforgettable night with my Prince.

Pooooooooooooooooot!

Pooooooooooooooooot!

The sound was accompanied by a pungent, revolting smell.

[I can write till here. Now, how would you end this story? This is the last chapter]

Be Strong , YP. You are a great mother!

2006-02-15T22:52:00.000+08:00

Today is my friend's courtcase; it was a criminal case. 3 years back, she filed a police report on wife battery. Her divorce case ended a year ago. Today, the purpose of the hearing is to retract her charges against her ex-husband. She did not want to proceed with the charges because she feels that she should not push to the limit; afterall, they were once husband and wife before. How kind of her.

My friend, YP, married for 2 years, ended up a wounded wife one day, having gone through physical and verbal abuse from her arse-hole husband. Nothing can describe him except that he is a scum to the male species and an animal, a savage to society. Their courtship was quick, she thought she had found true love. They married and soon she got inseminated. She was carrying twins.

During her 8th month pregnancy, they had an argument. He lost it; he kicked her , right in her tummy. Not only did he kick but he kept his hands busy as well. She remained calm, she still swallowed the pain she was going through, for the sake of her unborn twins.

The babies were bornt. They had another row. This time, he did it again. I find it no excuse for him to "lose" it again and start kicking her stomach again, especially during confinement. And it is this time, she lodged a police report. And this explains why she was at the court today.

They had a divorce but without any maintenance or alimony from him. Of course, YP got custody of the kids. YP had to start all over again, joining the workforce to earn a living, and just be the best mom that she can possible give to her kids.

Fine ! It was settled in the court that she agreed to no maintenance or alimony from him. All she wanted was her babies. Case closed.

3 years have passed. Conscience never haunted him. He never bothered to "subsidise" his children in any way.

So, my question is, is it "when having sex and making babies, he shiok only, but when it is time to take responsibility for his babies, he turned his back against them."

Today, he blamed YP in the court for the postponment of their next hearing. He told YP that if it wasn't for her filing charges against him, they wouldn't be in such a messy situation; in and out of court endlessly. He blamed her for provoking him to lay his hands on her. Think! If you were a true gentleman, when provoked, would you beat a woman, let alone she is your wife... someone whom you shiok shiok in the bed with before?

They had a small argument outside the court. I do not know how the subject of maintenance came about but somehow when YP said "you never even have the decency to subsidize the kids' education", he defended by saying that it was up to him whether he wants to fund his children or not.

YP and I share a lot in common except for the kungfu bit. I don't get maintenance. All I ever wanted was my kid back. Simple! But, I just do not understand how these heartless people ( I am being nice tonight and not curse these people) lay back and watch the ex wife and children struggle with money, life, everything and not lift a finger to help. Irresponsible morons! Those are your own flesh and blood.

To what extent would people "kill" just to get even with each other. Some would even strike a deal not to remarry for the next 10 years so that she is eligible to maintenance and other assets.

Depressing.

YP, I hope the courtcase ends soon and put the delayed chapter behind you. Never lose hope. You and I still have a long road to travel.

Valentine's Gift

2006-02-14T23:18:00.000+08:00

Today I had the most unusual Valentine's present. It was a pampering session for my soul and my feet. I asked baby," since you have gotten a Valentine's present for you boyfriend, what are you going to give mummy? Have you got anything for me or you have forgotten about me." She smiled at me cheekily , her 2 bugsbunny teeth showing," Yes, I sure have something for you."

She took out a bottle of Baby Johnson's Oil and asked me to lean back and rest my back on the bedrest. Then she gave me today's newspaper to read while she gave me a foot massage. To give it a more holistic feel, she put on some music from her musical box. Then she began massaging my feet, calf and knees.

After the massage, she wanted to make breakfast in bed for me . Because she has been sick for the last 2 days with fever and inflammed tomsils, I did not have the heart for her to "mess up" the kitchen for me. Besides, she is just 7 years old; too small to operate the stove.

At least, little one cherishes me. And, I made her the best wanton mee with miniature meatballs to fill and warm her tummy.

What a day!

He makes me Melt

2006-02-14T12:40:00.000+08:00

Oh yes! I have chosen the perfect timing to post this , yes , on Valentine's Day. Haaaaa.....I hope the cupid's arrow finds its way to my bedroom. Quick, find me a suitor. Those Chap Goh Meh oranges and durians I threw proofed futile.

Ok, ok,it started off this morning. I was walking towards the place where I usually get my coffee. There he was, sitting at the corner table. I did not want to look straight into his eyes, I mean, I am usually very bold, I would look at a guy but not at him. Actually, I really like him, that is why I cannot look at him in the eyes; not even discreetly. One single look and I will melt and give in. No, I told myself, I am not going near him, fullstop.

I went about making my coffee and walked passed him, pretending very hard not to notice him. As I walked passed him I could smell him, a fresh hint of tropical fruitty fragrance....oh heavenly....what shock waves went through my body.

The next time I was in the pantry, he was there again. This time, I stole a glance. And that glance really killed me. He caught me looking at him. Our eyes locked. We were connected. His fiery eyes told me...." I want YOU to eat me ...take me now" Whoaaa...I had a hard time controlling myself because I have a weakness for this guy.

I ignored all his messages . I walked passed him again.

However, I returned after 10 minutes. I could not resist the temptation any longer. I was burning with desire, with passion, I just want him in my mouth; in me, that's all. No one was there but HIM. It was a great opportunity. I just had to have him, even if it is just a quickie.

I walked towards the table, looked at him like a prized possession, took off his cover and

and

and

oh yes.... yes

I had my first bite of him and he tasted soooooo GOOD!

And there, I have spoilt my first day of diet,

devouring that piece of

PINEAPPLE TART !

(my diet plan started today ....and all hell broke lose liao...sigh...when will i ever be disciplined)

Happy Valentine's Day

2006-02-14T02:16:00.000+08:00

I am not an ardent fan of Valentine's Day ( because got not valentine ) but I should not sulk with the longest papaya face just because I got no date or no boyfriend....there will be many lovebirds celebrating Valentine's Day today. Here is wishing all of you, lovebirds or no lovebirds a very Happy Valentine's Day. In fact, everyday should be your valentine's day especially when you are in love. There is no time, no day , it is never ending.

I may not have my other half YET, but having my good friends and especially my baby spend valentines day with me is truly my valentines. And of course, to my fancee, thank you for supporting me, giving me encouraging comments when I am down and siao with me when i naik kepala angin and those wetwet salty salty ones too....I truly appreciate you.

Oh, by the way, as I was getting my cuppa coffee a few minutes ago, those PINEAPPLE TARTS were staring at me. I had to fight hard to resist them. Damn.

Si Lai of the Month

2006-02-13T23:31:00.000+08:00

And the award of the month of January goes to "drums rolling"........Siao_Cha_Bor.
Thank you for the nomination and first of all, I would like to thank a good friend of mine who is the producer of this blog , the committee, Mr.Lin Peh who sees potential in me and lastly, my loyal fancee.
Please, other si lais, your day will come. Hang in there. Lin Peh is fair. Thanks again for the award and the support. I shall continue to be a si lai , a garang when needs to be garang and a softie when needs to be softie si lai. Thank you for your support.

Gloomy weather + tragic death = I need a DRINK, badly!

2006-02-10T14:54:00.000+08:00

today's weather in kl is gloomy. it is still drizzling. plus this morning moody blues, plus a tragic news i got at lunch time is just too much for me to handle for a day. i did not start the day right today, with all the leftover dilenma from yesterday about the business partnership with my friend.

10.00am - dilenma still playing in my mind while I was driving to Kepong for my prayers

11.00am - arrived at the temple to pray "thai suey" and managed to block out the
dilenma temporarily

12.30noon - mother told me her sifu's 5 year old boy was at his last breath...my heart
froze

i know the boy; i know his parents too. such a young couple; in their mid thirties. he was an obedient boy; a clever one too. he had a fall at his kindergarten, about 13 flight of stairs down. i do not know the details whether the school informed the parents about the fall or the parents knew about the fall but they waited awhile before thinking of sending him to the doctor as he showed no serious symptoms.

3 days ago, the boy had a fall in school. 2 days ago, the boy vomitted in the morning and the school had to call his aunt to pick him up from school as he was crying non stop. that night, he was taken to the doctor and admitted to ICU. he never left the ward. hid soul finally left the ward this noon. tragic! tragic! such a sweet and innocent child. and he is someone i know and that makes it worse for me. when my mom called his mother on her mobile, mom told me her only sentence was , "he can go anytime now". this reminds me of the movie "city of angels". the angels ( i bet the boy had pretty angels waiting for him) were waiting to take him at his death bed. i hope enroute, he would be kept warm and be strong and not be afraid to make his journey. afterall, he was leaving behind his parents whom he had never been away alone before. in my heart, i wish him a good journey but i could not bring myself to think of his parents; how heartwrecked they must be now. he was their ONLY child.

i suddenly missed my baby a lot upon hearing the news.

i make it a point to always give her a morning hug before school. who knows what the day brings and how it will end.

a fall is not to be taken lightly. the vomitting and crying are telltales of something is amiss. a long time ago, i read in the papers that a young girl went on a roller coaster ride. it was her first and last ride. she complaint of dizziness and vomitted after a few days and lapsed into coma. it seemed that she had brain haemmorhage during the ride as it was too much an excitement for her.

sigh. when my mom comes back from the hospital later, i think i not only need a drink; i need a cocktail of cough syrup + whatever i can find in the "special" cupboard. more heartbreaking news......................

Moody Blues

2006-02-10T09:12:00.000+08:00

today, well, not realli, twas yesterday i felt it coming in the morning already but still managed to suppress the feeling. somehow, i felt it worse today. it is not my monthly bills but someting has cropped up in my life and i am in a real dilenma. a very good friend has asked me to look into possibilities on joining her in her business. i was very excited initially but the feeling has turned into anxiety and now it is slowly going down the drain. firstly, she is my childhood friend and it is against my principle to partner a good friend in any businesses. I really do not want to end 30 years of friendship just because of conflicts. however, a part of me does want to help her.

so, to help and place the friendship on thin wire or not to help and see her sink? i have chosen the latter,which i feel selfish because i have chosen my friendship but watch her drown. sigh.....why do i have to feel lousy? its not even my fault.

please enlighten me

An Innocent Valentine's Gift

2006-02-09T22:58:00.000+08:00

This evening, I had the pleasure of joining hundreds of shoppers at MidValley , shopping for the right Valentine's gift. Haaaaaaaaai........it's been years since I last bought a Valentine's gift and it's been decades since I received one. I could see the shopper's anxiety and excitement choosing the best gift for their loved ones. Economy bad or not, the items are still being snapped up pretty fast. All the fuss getting the present did not excite me at all, though it was for a boy.

Of course, the boy is not mine. That explains why I am not excited! I was accompanying my daughter to get a present for her childhood friend whom she is "infatuated" with. It seems, that the boy also "fancies" her a lot. So, phhhewwww.......its a mutual feeling.

We first attacked "Lovely Lace" but the items were not to our liking. Next was "Memory Lane" but ......not our cuppa tea as well. Finally, we settled for Famous Amos's giftpack which included a teddy bear, pencil holder and some Hershey's chocolate. I could only look at the gift with great envy as my daughter has a "boyfriend" . She is soo excited about Valentine's Day and her poor mother is dreading it. Yuks!

Anyway, this so called "boyfriend" of hers is very sweet. Last Christmas while vacationing in Hong Kong, he called up to wish her "Merry Christmas" and got her a souvenir mug from HK Disneyland. This Chinese New Year he also called to wish her whislt he was away in Penang. Now, isnt't that sweet!

I could only envy her. Now I am really wondering of I should really go throw oranges on Chap God Meh. I want to hit JackPot ah...............

Me "lebih" or you "lebih" ah?

2006-02-09T17:25:00.000+08:00

This blog is especially for you, B.

I like to have a wide circle of friends. All friends are treated equally regardless of their gender, race, religion, profession and background. I have known B for years. When I first knew him, he was a humble man who has a great career and I can see that his paycheck was very generous to him as he "decorates"himself like a elite. Well, in simple, he is a class above the yuppies.

To me, if you excel in your career, I, as your friend, am genuinely happy for you. You are climbing the corporate ladder strongly. But as time flies, to some people, not all, money, power , social status will take control over them. And I am writing this because, I am very scared one day, if I EVER strike $$$$$$, I wouldn't want to be in his shoes. Suppose I strike gold, will I turn into a second B? This question always chills me to the bone.

You see, B has been showing me his new "ornaments" whenever we have a chance to meet up. He works in Singapore for a MNC with a fat paycheck. Not contented with his present Toyota Harrier, he changed to BMW X3 . Nothing new to me. Being in the business world, a prestigious car , I say, would be pleasing to the client. Afterall, this is a materialistic world. You are being srutinised from your spectacles to your shoes.

But , B is like you and me; we all draw salaries. I am not complaining or comparing but he has really gone overboard. He brags about his

1. spectacles - all branded
2. his wacthe(s)- I took a peek and it was Lolek
3. his shirt - Guess, etc etc etc and some names I haven't heard off or maybe I am too sakai
4. his shoes - Gucci, Lacoste, etc etc etc, and how much he spends for his shoes
5. of course his car, X3
6. his accessories - silver necklace from Tiffany ( mm, men also wear accessories worr)

On and on and on . He has made it in his career and I as a friend, am happy but the bragging has to go. And I thought all these "lebih show" only exists in the women's world.

Of course, I am immuned to the "lebihs" among the female category. These people will brag about the minutest possession they have and mind you, though small, they cost a bomb. Cars, designer wear, jewelleries, shoes, lingeries, hair salons, botox parties, cosmetic surgeries, afternoon teas, grand social events and the list goes on.

Nothing against these people. But how is it that for some, wealth somehow has overshadowed them? They have become so "lebih", so snobbish as in they are a cut above the rest. But, there are some who remain humble and low key.

Don't "lebih lebih" with me. I don't take craps like this. Buoy tahan liao!

Ngee ngee ngam ngam like lao cha bor

2006-02-06T19:31:00.000+08:00

I am going to complaint tonight. I have tolerated enough. I just have to air out my frustration. On what, this time? Men? Money? Kiddo? Aaaahh.......but of course it is none other than human attitude. I can't say that I am all that civic conscious but at least I have common sense. Give you an example......fresh from the oven as I just experienced this at 4 pm at MidValley carpark.

This could happen to anyone, anywhere . It may sound like a small problem but it gets into my nerves and I wonder if I am over-reacting or do you share the same thought as me? God, I hope its the latter because I would look like an edgy, frustrated female dog on HEAT.

Ok, ok, the story begins like this. I had an appointment at 4.30pm. I arrived at MV carpark at 4.00pm. Good, I thought, at least I have another 20 minutes or so to run my errants before the appointment. Circulating the carpark, I managed to stalk the shoppers heading towards their car. The next right move would be for me to turn the signal light on so that other cars would know that I am waiting for the parking bay. Ok, here is my problem. If you knew that a car is waiting for your parking bay, would you hurry a little , drive out of the parking bay for the car waiting ? Or would you go about your business putting on lipstick, chatting on the mobile phone and who knows what fuckshit else you do in the car and couldn't care less. There I was, waiting at least 10 minutes and those college kids were choosing their seats , who to sit with who, talking and laughing at their actions when all that time they knew I was waiting for their bay. Putting on seat belts, unfastening again, got off the car, changed their seats again and bla and bla and bla. What inconsiderate citizens ! I did not have the chance to tell this to them but here it is,"Get the fuck out or I will ram your fucking car." Naaa......!

This is not my first time encountering inconsiderate arse holes like them. At least, have the courtesy to vacate the bay for the next car in waiting. Drive out of the bay, park somewhere safe and put on your damn lipstick if you have to or change your seating arrangement if you have to.

Oh, since I am at this boiling point, I would like to take this opportunity to also point at those people who do not have the courtesy to hold the door for the person behind, toddlers not spared too. Yes, I have seen , toddlers banging into the door all because the person holding the door couldn't be bothered to look behind. I am not asking him or her to be a "doorman" but it is common sense to hold the door for the person behind you. Same goes in the elevator. I have seen people entering the lift without even bothering to press the "open door" button when other people are also entering the lift. "Bang bang" the lift door closes and guess who gets sandwiched? Its either the aged, handicapped or babies sleeping in their prams. It doesn't hurt just to lift up your finger and press at the "open door" key whilst others are entering the elevator.

It really doesn't hurt at all. In fact, it feels great if you have contributed to the public. I do not consider myself civic conscious and boy do I have a lot of catching up to do. For instance, I am one of those who just need a little discipline in returning the supermarket trolley to their bay in the carpark. Most people would just leave them near their cars after unloading their stocks. Once upon a time,when those trolleys needed the RM 1 coins to "borrow" the trolley,people would still bring the trolleys back to their respective collection bays just to get back their Rm satu ringgit but now?....huh.....now? I think should be a fuckcare attitude. The funniest thing is, call me a hypocrite but I dared not break even a rule in Singapore. Why? Because I feared public punishment! I did not want to be seen in the public picking up rubbish or doing community service because of my actions. I had to live by the rule and I must say, it was tough. It was difficult in the beginning.

It is not difficult to be considerate. Try! Just try !

Feng Thao Yuen

2006-02-03T22:44:00.000+08:00

I am in heaven / hell.

Yes, the doctor listened to my chest today and told me my lungs do not sound good......congested and wheezing.....almost reaching asthmatic point. She suggested the "nebulizer" to open up the airways of my lungs for easier breathing and easier for me to bring out the phlegm. She also prescribed a medication called "ventolin" which is a happier pill than "actifed." I am surprised that I can still do this post without much typing error and that is because I am typing on the keypad with great strength. If I do not type hard on the keys, I feel my fingers trembling and hard to control.......and that is the effect from the new drug that I am taking. I look like a person suffering from "parkinson's disease." I have difficulty controling the "mouse" and at times, I can see the tikus slipping away.

I hope my head does not shake as well. I would definitely fit well in discos tonight.....jamming away with uncontrolable head and hands.....really high on "drugs." Here I am, sick and on medication and my mind wonders off to pubs and discos and my mamak. I have been good these 4 days. I am CLEAN. No alcohol at all . Yes, it is Chinese New Year and no alcohol. Eat "yee sang" and no beer. Tak shiok, tsk tsk tsk.......tak shiok!

So, all you fancee, please please pray for me to get well soon so that I can catch up on what I am missing. I need to be strong as an OX by next Sunday because it is a special day and this will be my first year and first time doing IT. Yes, next Sunday is Chap Goh Mei, chorr sap ng whereby people visit the Kuan Yin temple and pray and also this is the day to pray "thai suey" and also this is the day I, Siao Cha Bor go throw olenges in the lake. Hehe....blush blush.

So, hope I get well soon for next Sunday's event. Morning pray "thai suey", afternoon pray "kuan yin" and evening throw olenges. Any suggestion on what to throw ah? Besides my head, some of my friends suggested coconuts, watermelon. You see, I need to throw something that attracts attention as there will be potential "victims" ( eligible men) in fishing nets trying in vain to catch as many oranges as possible. Will a watermelon standout from the rest of the oranges? Mmmm.....

Whoa, time flies. I need to get up early and queue for a number for the paediatrician registration. Yes, I need to be at SJMC the latest by 8am. No joke ! The doctor is very "laku" one. I need to depart from home by 7.33am, zoom to Subang and take a number by 8am when the counter opens for registration, register baby with her doctor, zoom home, get her ready and zoom back to SJMC by10am, hopefully the doctor would have clocked in by then. Hectic...very hectic. You must be thinking if it is all worth the trouble, effort, time,petrol cost, parking cost and etc etc etc and the answer is still YES. If I were to make a single trip to the hospital with baby at say 9.00am, we would be maybe the 20th in line and knowing the doctor will be in her office by 10am, dilly dally a bit and by the 20th patient, the clock would have shown 2pm. By then, we would be so tired of waiting, spending breakfast, lunch and possibly tea at the hospital. I have been there and done that and no way and I going to camp there AGAIN.

Being a mommy and a daddy is no joke. The responsibility is unmeasurable. But, in return,the joy and "pain" of raising the child is rewarding. The experience of motherhood and (fatherhood) for me, is a lifetime experience which I never thought I would make it till now.....I have been hanging in there and I hope I will be strong enough to hang in there for many more years to come.

Oh yes, back to SJMC and why I am so "kancheong" to bring baby to see her "khai ma" (paediatrician). I was told by my doctor friend that if a child is prone to asthma ( not asthmatic) but highly likely to develop asthma, it is always advisable to bring the child to the doctor especially of she develops a fever. Usually, doctors do not like to dispense antibiotics unnecessarily but because the child has a history of mild asthma, the doctor might start the child on antibiotics. This is just a personal opinion from my friend which I shall take heed. I shall have a full report tomorrow.

Ok, I am putting my hands straight out and having a clean white printing paper lying on my palm and the richter scale says 7.0 Yes, that bad! I hope by next week, I would still be able to spell my name correctly, know my surname and my father's name. Don't send me back to Hospital Bahagia because there got no laptop.

Huh? As I scrolled down this post, I read many different topics , jumping from happy pills to, chap gor meh to watermelon to SJMC to motherhood to antibiotics to hospital bahagia?
Geeeesss......I am self confessed NUTCASE.

Missing for 2 1/2 days of CNY

2006-02-02T23:19:00.000+08:00

I don't want to "hai hai seng" (sigh) especially during CNY but ...but....I just have to do it just once.......Haaaaaaaaiiii.....YO. I been sick since Monday night. Veli the teruk throat, fever, cough and flu. So, Tuesday I went to see doktor BY MYSELF ! Not that I have never been to the doctor's alone ( I hardly have companion when I see doctor), but Tuesday I felt awkward especially upon seeing most patients there had a companion.

Anyway, I got what I wanted , which was, the precious medicine. When I reached home, I gulped down the "treasure pills" hoping that I would recover quickly so that I can continue with my booze and club hoping. Wednesday morning I saw my hands trembling. Nevermind! I slept the whole day, drifting in and out of sleep. One minute I was floating in the sea, I could feel the hot seabreeze blowing and sweat trickled down my ears. I wanted to open my eyes to see the view; I did not want to miss out on the scenery. I forced my eyelids to open and ...... Whoa!.....I was soaking wet in my own sweat, sleeping on the sofa. But where the heck was the sea?
No seabreeze; it was the fan blowing , no seawater; it was my salty sweat.....eeeeewwww...yuks yuks.

I fell back to sleep. Whoa....I found myself sleeping on cotton candy, floating through the clouds, feeling so light, just like the cotton candy. I had to open my eyes to see the cotton candy....and by the time I did that, it was already in the late afternoon. The medication really had such "marvellous" effect on . And it particularly warned not to drive or operate machinery and not to consume alcohol together with the medicine. Meaning, if I were to "accidentally"or "unintentionally" mix the "treasure pills" with alcohol, I would be in Cloud 9, or Happy Land? Thaaaat I need to be in the utmost kepala angin time to try out. Not now, not just yet.

So, the erratic sleeping pattern continued till today. I felt so much better but my hands still trembled. Feeling unsatisfied, I seeked another doctor. I was told that the "actifed pill" usually causes heart palpitation and trembling. Eeeeeyikes.......scary. I stopped the "happy"pills. Thank god for the second opinion.

I had a short nap today. Did not want to end up in "happy or hell land." I saw myself the proud owner of a new handphone which I have been longing for, the new Motorola Slvr L6.......mmm yumm yumm yumm yumm.

Woke up feelinf refreshed and no trembling at all. Good news. Throughout the sick days, I tried to distant myself from my kiddo fearing I may pass the germs to her. Everything was working well until this evening I felt warm in her forehead. I am afraid I have not so good news; yup, she has a fever. And that explains why I am here at this hour as it is about time to give her medication for her fever. The night is long and I will have to monitor her fever . Florence Nightingale into action again.

Hope baby gets well soon and hope I get well soon too coz....coz...its paaaaaarrrty time again....yeh yeh yeh ...woooohooooooo........

Gees, am I nuts or what?

CN Y Night 1 - The 3 Sorr Hai(s) chasing Liberty

2006-01-30T15:31:00.000+08:00

Yes, the grueling visiting was over. Evening came. I was bored. Called my friend to go minum. Had another phone call from my childhood friend who so happened to be "free" last night as her other half was "absent". SO, got drinks ,minum; got food, eat; got party,we go. We were all excited . It was indeed a "fong sang" ( taste of liberty) experience for us.

So, 2 "sorr hais" left the house at 10 pm to pick the last "sorr hai" up and off we embarked on our journey of liberty. We checked Zouk out at 10.30pm. Mmmm.....tada orang. Nevermind. Went to the carpark and checked the lot for vacancy. Wah, jia lat, I could park wherever I wished. Oh no way am I going to pay a cover charge of $35, and let those people feast on the 3 sorr hais monopolising the dancing floor. So, off we went again round the city. We struck off Rum Jungle, Poppy, Thai Bar as the foreign invasion was too strong a presence. Went to Asian Heritage Row but Bar Savanh was closed. My last resort was an Ah Lian and Ah Beng dance and bar in Sunway.

Off went the 3 "sorr hais" to Qbar at Sunway Hotel. It looked much better but still not like a regular night. Lots of college kids but we whacked la. Enjoyed the music and the companion. Still not contented, we left for another dancing place. We tried Eastin Hotel's "RUSH". Whoaaaa, lagi teruk. Drove up the driveway and we were greeted by 2 parking attendants. I asked about the music and patrons and cover charge. Ah ha, these 2 guys got closer to my door, in fact, leaning towards me and I was dead scared. He said, " if I bring you in, no need cover charge". Whoaaa, I gave the most hesitant smile, wound up the window and discussed with the 2 behind. We decided to drive through the hotel lobby and saw some patrons as young as 14 , maybe. Tsk, tsk, tsk.....no good at all. I did not want to end up in the lock up. So, off again the 3 "sorr hais" embarked on their journey in search of freedom . "I want to break free, I want to break free" ( QUEEN) .....zooom, zoooom, off to Bangsar, our last destination as it was already 2.30am. Checked Absolute Chemistry out but it was closing. Bar Flam looked like there was some "projek" going on , so we did not bother. Illusions did not look captivating too. Round and round and round like going round the peach blossom maze, "thou farr wan". Mmm.....if yesterdays rounds proved effective, then my knight in shining armour will "muncul tak lama lagi".

Round, round, round till we stopped at the mamak for satay. Aaaah, that was the best thing that ever happened for the whole night. Nothing beats the mamak. Damn I love the mamak. Had satays and my usual nescafe tarik kurang manis and re-caped the whole night, rewind, play rewind, play and laughed at the night's out.

Geeeeeeesss............that is how the 3 "sorr hais" spent the first CNY night and welcoming the 2nd CNY day.

Gila but still FUN.

CNY Day 1

2006-01-30T15:17:00.000+08:00

During the reunion dinner, my family usually light up fire crackers but this year because of the strict ruling, we chose to be kwai kwai. In fact, our neighbours also kwaikwai..only one house lit up the crackers. You know what we saw in the sky ah?

Yes......yes...yes....but NO its not Choi Sun or Superman...it was HELICOPTERS with blasting light doing their rounds . I wonder if household got caught? My mom told me that once the fire crackers went off, she could hear the helicopter flying around our area. Whoa, luckily we did not play play.

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As usual, in the first day, we went to my aunt's house and this year, I MADE MY GRAND APPEARANCE. Dressed in RED, I whacked la....just went and blended in with the other relatives. Nothing much in the conversation but at least I showed my face there. The subsequent years will be easier, I hope.

The weather is just too hot. Unbearable. I am going to melt...................

another not so quickie

2006-01-28T06:44:00.000+08:00

This is the only free time today for me to write this post because mom will be back from the market very soon and I will have to help out for the preparation for tonight's gala dinner. She actually left the house just before 6am to the markets in SS17, Bangsar and Bukit Bintang market.

It has been a busy week for me and no time to write and continue my ham sap story. I shall continue when the time is right...now no inspiration to write salty salty wet wet story. Now thinking of food, booze and $$$$$$.

The last 2 years, I have been avoiding visiting my aunties' and uncles' houses. Not really avoiding but I would give a brief visit during low period meaning when all the relatives have disappeared. My aunt's house is always packed with relatives from A till Z. I have been running away from them for 2 years, just can't face them and don't even know what to say. But I guess, its in everybody's mind on how and what I have been doing since the D Day. YES.....D DAY.

As the years went by, I felt less bitter. The first year was hard. Totally avoided all family functions. Last year, I started to push myself and attended a family wedding because it was inevitable but still avoided family reunions. I would like to start this year BOLD. I don't know what has gotten into me but I feel bolder this year. I know its only 28 days since the beginning of 2006 but I want to start it on the right note.

I feel reborn. Each year becomes better for me. I become bolder and hopefully more confident and of course I notice I have become more "siao". It's true, I have heard people saying that I am "siao siao". Naik kepala angin. Sometimes I wonder how my friends tolerate me or have tolerated me .

I have a strong feeling that I will make a surprise visit to my aunt's house on the first day of CNY. Face the Music. I shall treat is like RAP. If I don't do this, I will have to wait another year which means I will have to carry forward the feeling of running away and I really don't want to run away anymore. Tired of running away. Just want to face it and get it over with, just to satisfy myself and boost my confidence level.

Just yesterday, during the dentist visit, my baby's dental visit, the dentist asked her where her daddy is. We kept quiet because she really did not know how to answer. We kept quiet for a while and he asked again where daddy was. I had to tell him we do not live together anymore but I could say it without feeling bad. I did not feel bad but maybe the dentist felt uneasy. Poor thing! The fact is, I have said " I am a single parent" for thousand times and each time I am able to say it confidently and with ease. Practice makes perfect. So, I guess same goes for family reunions. Each gathering will become easier and by then I will be numb and all the needles prick will be less painful. Whack whack hantam hantam ......just go la.

Oh yes, I will face another question by a lot of "patt porr" who do not know about my background and the grand question is, "when is the second child coming?" I hate this question more than anything. But I still managed to tell them my present status making some of them feel uneasy. Ha ha...good. Not that I have been nasty but just telling the truth boldly.

There is a saying in Hokkien,

tua suu pien seh suu ( big problem become small problem)
seh suu pien boh suu (small problem become no problem)

I always bear this in my head.

Happy New Year everyone and may you win win and fatt fatt this year

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this year sister also became more "patt porr" as my mom calls me. i put rabbit , peony, lovebirds in my room hoping for "thou farr wan" (peach blossom luck for my knight in shining armour), i gonna pray "thai suey", i gonna throw olenges on chap goh meh, I wear gold abacus on my bracelet for wealth, i wear redstone ring for luck, i also wear my "fuu" ( amulet) for protection......now i look like a christmas tree pulak and..... and my mother bought me a RED blouse, and i painted my toenails shocking RED, of course clean my room but however i clean also messy, paid all my debts, and ah, my altar i bought gold joss sticks and garlic painted in gold ( in chinese it means got money to count), fill up my car petrol tank............whoooa....brakes brakes..........now i really sound......no, not sound but i really am a PATT PORR............

A Quickie

2006-01-28T06:33:00.000+08:00

Wishing all my fans

GONG HEI FATTT CHOY
POU POU KOU SENG
LOONG MA CHENG SAN
SAN THAI KIN HONG
SANG YEE HENG LOONG

and last but not least
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Hoong Pao tao loi
(ang pow please)

Happy New year everyone!

Arrrrgggghhhh............!

2006-01-26T01:52:00.000+08:00

Chaaaaaam.......kenot sleep...

oredi almost 2 am...I shouldn't have taken the nescafe tarik and teh tarik.....

what shall i count tonite?

money?
sheep?
cars?
men?

wat wat?

heeeeeeeeeeelllp !

Part 2

2006-01-26T01:04:00.000+08:00

Regaining my consciousness, my eyes slowly opened and found his lips pressed against mine..........
My vision was blurry but I managed to catch a glimpse of his face vaguely.......but his eyes, oh his eyes were mesmerising....such hypnotic eyes he has and his natural odour ( not BO ah) ....I can never forget that male smell he has. Just the thought of his soft lips pressed against mine, his body leaning against mine, fitting perfectly into my contours like a jigsaw puzzle sends shivers down my spine almost making me climax in a manner I haven't experienced before.

I blushed like a tomato as I have never been close to a man before what more being kissed or was it just pure professional resuscitation that he was giving me ? I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the pure pleasure that I was having.

For some reason I found myself responding to his kiss. I have never been kissed before and I really did not know how to and what to do. I know it is wrong and unladylike to kiss especially in our first brief meeting but I just could not stop. My desire,my hunger overpowered my head. Slowly, he parted my lips with his tongue. I froze with fear. As his tongue wondered into my mouth, I gave out a sigh of delight. His hands went round my waist , pressing his body harder against mine. At the moment, I felt a sense of urgency. My heart pounded like the tiling machine and the gush of blood sent shock waves. Why am I feeling this way? I couldn't understand . What is all this?

His lips went to my ears, nibbling my ear lobe. I let out a cry , like a helpless kitten. Slowly his lips went down my neck , again nibbling my thoat down to my exposed chest. My breathing was erratic. My hardened nipples were pressing against my white blouse . Shy was I but I still wanted him to continue. Naive I was but so, so curious to explore and discover. By now, his hands moved into the opening of my blouse slowly and exposed one of my breasts.

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To be continued or not? I hope I wont turn this into a porno site....aiyo

MEME AGAIN.........damn!

2006-01-24T00:15:00.000+08:00

Aiyo, why must you tag me and give me such a big surprise especially Ah Fuu just came home from a brain surgery ah? Ah Pek, Ah Pek...tsk tsk tsk...sigh! I better do this and get this over with before I sigh more as Chinese New Year is cumming and I don't want to sigh away my "choi".

So, the story is I got tagged again and this time round I need to use words like "I", "Me" followed by "blowjob, grapes, random, power, loneliness, water, robot, blue" and I must not use these words twice. Aiyo, tiu lorr, who the heck did this ah? Why must make me use my brain cells and AH Fuu's ah? So, so the story goes like this laa...waste no time.....

The King and Queen is having a Ball at the Castle
I received the invitation for tonight's Ball
Who shall accompany me?

My maiden in waiting gave the best blowjob
My hair look brilliant
it must be her magical hair dryer

Now what special present to offer the King and Queen?
Gold, food, what shall it be?
Ah yes, special grapes plucked from our vineyard
at random, ground and compressor with full speed power
to make the freshest sparkling grape juice

The carriage is here.
The grand staircase leading to the ballroom was huge and long.
Glancing around, everyone was with a partner
Loneliness crept followed by shortness of breath and faintish spell

Almost passing out, the Prince handed me a glass of warm water and held me tight against him
his chest.....mmmm his hard torso, his aftershave and mmmm...feeling his hard C**K against my thigh, CHaaam CHaaam.....the faintish spell turned me into a robot like stage.....

Out of breath, my face turned blue.......
He carried me to the room, loosened my corset, and gave me mouth to mouth resuscitation
Regaining my consciousness, my eyes slowly opened and found his lips pressed against mine

So, Ah Pek, satisfied or you want this to be continued?

Pre Cum Post

2006-01-23T11:04:00.000+08:00

i got a lecture from my chief editor last night about my sloppiness and overpassing my deadline. Ah Fuu came back and he can now run very fast, as fast as the Gingerbread Man. i am contented.

suppose to write new post to inform all my loyal fancee that me and ah fuu are alive and kicking. my rehab was teruk, which i shall tell u all about it later when i really cum. as for now, because i need to hand this work in by noon or my editor willl make me do ear squat a ala malaysia style, i better satisfy his needs first with this riddle...not as good as ah pek's but i think it will do for now til tonight when i tell all about my rehab.

er,.....

why does the rockmelon want to jump into the water?

whoever can gimme the answer will get a..........

a.......

a....

a.....

mmm........

Pre Surgery Post

2006-01-10T09:18:00.000+08:00

He is the sweetest thing that I have known.

Though we have known each other not too long ago, he is always there for me when I am sad, happy, when I am lonely, when I want to air out my frustration and most of all, he opens up the world for me .

I shall miss him during his absence. I have been denying the diagnosis till last night when I saw how sick he is. The specialist told me he is not well. I knew long ago that he will contract the disease when I stopped feeding him Vitamins and Anti Viral drugs. I have taken him for granted and now I have to suffer the consequences. Sigh!

He has gone very weak. I wanted to delay the surgery but just only now, he has begun to show signs of breaking down, hence this post is posted very quickly before I call the specialist.

I have abused Ah Fuu. I feel so horrible ! I hope he won't die on me. I need him very badly. I rely on him, A LOT. I dont know what to do when he is gone. Oh no, he just gave a sigh of PAIN again ! I have to call the specialist soon, after this post.

Ah Fuu was diagnosed suffering from overtaxing memory and infections from various strains of viruses. No wonder he can't run fast. I have overtaxed his memory. The best solution is to hospitalise him for a few days, get his memory fixed and hopefully he comes back normal. And of course, the doctor will also add more memory to enhance his running speed.

So, I guess for these few days of absence, it will be a rehab for me as well. You see, I am an addict. I will treat this absence as my rehab. I hope I have enough of sticks to bite on, or cushioned walls to bang myself against and ropes enough to bind my hands, to help overcome the frustration to counter the URGES. I don't know how to explain but is like the Mahjong kakis fingers worms crawling at the fingers when they have not played the game for awhile. Yes, these worms do call when they want a game ( Mah Jiok Choong).

I confess....I am an "online" addict and worm. These few days, how to tahan?
I want to cry. It will be really hard on me....

I bought a book at Borders last week to help me overcome the lonely evenings when I wind down. I hope I put the book in good use. But, nothing will replace Ah Fuu....sob* sob*

I shall pray for his surgery to be successful and for his safe return.

Ah Fuu....you are everything to me
When I am sad, you cheer me up
When I am down, you stand by me

Come home safely
I will be waiting for you
Come back soon
Before I go NUTS!

Please pray for a successful surgery. Tenkiu.

Year of the Dog

2006-01-08T09:48:00.000+08:00

Woooof! Woooooof!

Yes, yes, the year of the Dog is approaching fast. I am not an ardent fan of fengshui, tarot cards, palmistry, face reading or birthdate and time reading ( see sun pat chit), but somehow after 2 turbulent years, awwwww.......what the heck, I did all.......yes, I followed all. Kwanyin, Buddha also I pray.

I went for tarrot cards reading , palmistry, birthdate reading, fortune telling and now...zzheeng , zheeng, zzheeng, zhheng........fengshui to complete the process. Bought the book called "Fortune & Fengshui 2006 for the Dog." A little hard to understand the directions for placing the whatever requirements for enhancing my luck.

Anyway, my main target is wealth, LOVE and of course family.

For good luck, I should wear RED in 2006 and if possible, wear a red gemstone on my third finger, and Dzi beads on my right hand. Er, I wonder if killer RED lipstick counts ah? I may turn out looking like Angelina Jolie or for the worst, a real hen !

Wealth wise, I am now hunting for a calculator or abacus or both if I feel greedy. Of course a miniature one would be ideal as I need to carry around in my handbag.

Whooaa...so many things to follow............NEVERMIND.

Love and romance, these 2 look promising as well. To activate my peach blossom ( thou farr), I need to find a pair of rabbit. The prettier the rabbit, the better. Because my sense of direction is so bad and I know I would never find out where to place the rabbits, I think I should place as many rabbits as my room can handle, preferably all round the room. Now, what do you think?

This year, I play host to Thai Suey. So, I shall be contributing to the incense offering . This takes discipline. I am one of those who "no problem no pray, got problem then pray."

So, what have I missed out before we usher 2006?

Anyone out there doing the same thing? Yoooohoooo...........

Geeees, after reading this post, am I auntie or what?

More Ejaculation More Energy ( MEME) Tag

2006-01-08T01:40:00.000+08:00

Aiyo, aiyo,aiyo, I am amateur, also I kena tagged. Chaaaam, I veli the stress now. Why ah, 9394?
Y Y Y ? Now I need paracetamol before I start . Wait. I need to find my " fooong yao " first. OK, now I am mixing my paracetamol with my whiskey. CHeeers! It will take a while before the effect starts showing, then I can write. PLease bear with this auntie a bit. Thank you. And, and if I didn't follow exactly, it is because I am a newcomer to blogging.

The Golden Rule:-

Remove the blog in the top spot from the following list and bump everyone else up a notch. Then add your blog to the bottom spot.

1. The Life of an Independent Babe
2. Helan of "My All"
3. The Kings Wife of "Simply Hantam"
4. Desmond of "Nine3Nine4"
5. SiaoChaBor of "garlewithseawater"

You then victimize 5 person and pass the LOVE on to. Wakakkkakaa............

1..Jomel ( sorry woman, they push me to do tis)
2. Ah Pek saliva more than tea ( soli soli)
3. maria aka twinsmom (sorry ah)
4. anonymous No 1
5. anonymous No 2

Mmm....I can feel the effect now.....

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2

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1

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IGNITION !

1. What were you doing 10 years ago?

Mmmm....let's see........just graduated from the Asylum....Mental Asylum. In Bahasa, they call it Hospital Bahagia. I was declared FIT so they graduated me.

2. What were you doing 1 year ago?

Learn to surf ( dry surfing) and of course look at lengchais la.

3. Five snacks you enjoy.

potato chips
cakes
nyonya kuihs
chocolate
nuts

Now you know what they call me plump and nutcase

4. Five songs to which you know all the lyrics off your head right now.

Shit la, this is a tough one.

Ok, deep breath.... hooo hooo haaaaaaa
Again...hooo hooo haaaaa

OK

Leslie Cheung "foong kai chuuk choi"
Alam Tam "pang yao"
Gwen Stefani "luxurious"
Mariah Carey "we belong together"
Gorillaz "feel good"

Not bad, not bad, I can answer

5. Five things you would do if you were a millionaire

1. Open own business
2. Buy a drumset for myself and jamm jaaam jammm
3. Own an indoor pool for myself
4. Of course, help the needy
5. Provide for my family

6. Five bad habits

After reading , please don't run away ar.....

1. swear, very vulgar, too vulgar....
2. curse at rude drivers
3. never push back supermarket trolley to trolley bay
4. fart say " who farted, is it you, or you" and start pointing fingers at innocent victims..wakakkka
5. drink too much ( trying to cutdown though)

7. Five things you like doing

1. online
2. shopping
3. eating
4. swimming
5. mamak and toktoktok

8. Five things you would never wear,buy or get new again

1. bikini
2. miniskirt
3. spaghetti strap dresses
4. hotpants
5. grandma high waist panties ( no, they are more like briefs)

9. Five favourite toys

1. laptop ( my dad said better I carry and sleep together with my laptop worr)
2. battery run shaking cucumber ( joke joke)
3. handfone
4. radio
5. i have to say laptop again becoz i really am an addict

There....done. Happy?

Disrespected

2006-01-05T23:17:00.000+08:00

I don't know how to put this but I have something to tell . Remember the event which I went to? I can consider myself fruitful as I had 2 "victims" calling me up. Initially I was reluctant to meet up but I guess I should always give myself and the other person a chance. Afterall, the more friends the better. MEN, don't get me wrong here....I am not a MAN HATER. Just want to share this with everyone especially ladies and of course, not forgetting you men.

So, I went for dinner with, let's name him Luzer tonight. We had a quick bite at Bangsar Shopping Complex's foodcourt. He told me about his stay in Singapore for 7 years, working there. When I asked how come he came back, he was reluctant to tell......"Oh, it is a long story." Mmm.....alrighty. I did not want to pry but I smelled a sardine coming my way. Nevermind! Gave him a chance, I did. Later throughout dinner, I told him that I am a divorcee. He then confessed to me that he too is one himself. Well..well....that explained his long stay in Singapore. Ok, ok nevermind...more juicy story coming up! Luzer wanted to have a drink at Bangsar. I already made an excuse not to drink as I have a sore throat but he still insisted.
Ok, we shall see what kind of game is instored for me. By the way, he kept saying" I am beginning to like you." EEEEEEEEEEeeyuuuuuks! yuks yuks yuks! I am not those ah lian la, fuck. Wrong target, man. Sorry to say but he is wasting his time.

So, we headed for Absolute Chemistry. Yea, right. CHemistry his arse. Before I go any further, please excuse me but I need to let off steam here and swear. Here is the real me which I have been hiding from all my loyal fans. Hope after reading this, you won't put on your running shoes and run as fast as the Gingerbread Man did.

Cha bor here hates it when people start to speak England england or American england. I mean, if I find no flaw, then I accept your pronunciation and "tune" to be natural but Luzer, this fucking shithead, spoke with American accent thinking that I will fall for it. Aiyo, sister here eat more salt than him la, though he is older than me. NIa Seng! My number one rule is " Do not pretend in front of me coz I sure catch your mistakes and if I do, I sure strike you off." Ok, nevermind. I knew what he was up to, that horny scumbag. He insisted that I drank. Ok. I had a bottle of Orr kau. Luzer then went on telling me about his ex wife, that she was 1995 Miss HK finalist. That she was pretty, she did not drank a single drop of alcohol or even smoked. Mmm.....cool...cool. Then he went on telling me about his University life in US and how he screwed many girls there except the blacks. Ok..ok...he talked, I listened. All his girls were pretty, so he said. By the way, he also commented that I am plump. Tiu nia seng! I did not ask for his comment la. What the fuck was he trying to proof to me. Anyway, he kept cheersing with me, must be hoping that I get tipsy. Done with my first bottle. Still OK. I had to be OK. Then he asked me...mmm.... this is interesting.....he asked "How do I satisfy myself" and "how long can I tahan if I did not have sex." Aaaaahh......so desu nee.....i see...i see.....so the whole night through, he was just waiting to pounce this question trying to test the water and see if he can makan me. Na Beh ! My answer was....."Drink and don't think." Then he told me about his encounter during the New Year's Eve celebration. He was at RumJungle and fished a girl. He told me that the girl was hornee and asked where his car was ( I guess you all would figure out why the girl asked for his car.....go use your thinking cap)

Ok, nevermind. Then he bragged about his investments $$$$. This time I really kenot tahan already. When he went to the toilet ( don't know to ease himself or have a preshaking session), I picked my phone and pretended to text. We continued our conversation a little and he cheers me my second round of orr kau. I , for some reason, blurted out that I have lesbian friends. Whooooa, his face turned blue. He asked me.." don't tell me you are a lesbo ah?" Ahhh ha, I caught his weak point. He was really out looking for a funtime. Sure, he can have fun with some other chics but not me, he won't. Down with the second bottle of Orr Kau, sister still going strong. I could see he was a little pissed as he did not know what I am.....straight or curly....I guess his mind must be playing tricks on him. Well, I thought I help confuse him somemore by explaining why some women choose women to be their partners. That did the trick. Plus I added some of my chorrlorrness which in the beginning he told me he did not like vulgar women. That was the last shake of ajinomoto I gave for the night. Better show him my trueself.

Again I pretended to talk on the phone and made an excuse that my buddy is waiting for me in the mamak and that I had to leave. Whoaaaa, you should see his face, he was so happy to get rid of me. Ha ha ha ha.......

The whole night did not turn out well but I learnt a good lesson. Mr. Luzer is not what he seemed to be that night at the event. He told me he had many girls calling him up. Aiyo, sister here not young chic anymore. These kinda small talk will only make me laugh more at him. Fucking loser cum childish numbskull. The most tuulun thing is "how do I SATISFY myself". I mean, if he really wanted to know, he can find out at rancangan pendidikan yamede. He had gone overboard. Way overboard. He thought I was vulnerable. That explained why he asked about the reason for my breakup, my sexual urges, and bla bla bla....fucking scumbag. So, if I was the vulnerable one + the drinks + sexual topics + his personal investments ( condo), would I have fallen into his web?

I hope women, especially young girls who are reading this, please be mindful when going out with pricks like Luzer. If you cannot drink, do not pretend to be a hero and drink as the man tells you to because alcohol can play tricks on you ( not that I am a good drinker myself but I try to train a bit) for occasions like tonight. Don't you even dare think that Luzer is so MAN that he gets to fuck any girl he likes. He can go fly his own kite, for crying out loud. And do not let these pricks catch your weak point be it your vulnerability or your sensitivity towards alcohol and use these to turn to his advantage.

I wonder if he still thinks....."I am beginning to like you." Yuuuuks !

Readers, be it you are a lesbian or horny scums, this is not intended to hurt anyone's feelings. All are respected. All comments welcomed.

We shall see if he calls up for another meeting. Ha ha ha ha ha........

EY, you nice men reading this, I am a very sweet girl, don't run away , pleeeease, I am not a man hater..................come back, come back.......

New Vaccine

2006-01-05T22:35:00.000+08:00

Yesterday was not a good day. Looks like I have not mastered the art of being patient. For some reason, the Federal Highway was jammed like mad at 2 pm. Usually, I can "tahan"traffic jams but not yesterday. Not that I honked or stuck my third finger at anyone but I could feel the nuclear reactor's temperature rising. We, baby and I were on the way to the hospital to get her jab. The jam started near PJ Hilton. Inch by inch we wormed slowly towards the first exit from MidValley and I thought ( mother clever born me) I used Kelana Jaya to cut through Motorola and down the rest of the highway. WHoa, it took us longer time to reach the hospital. Nevermind! Calmed down already.

At the clinic, as we were waiting for baby's turn, this old lady started talking to me. She asked how come I only have ONE child. Mmmm.....as she was a senior citizen, a little deaf, I behaved. I smiled sweetly and just...you know...smiled. She told me her daughter-in-law has 4 kids. Well, I told her she is very fortunate to have many offsprings. Then she went on telling me how clever her grandchildren are. Mmm....as she did not mean it in a harmful way, I behaved. I smiled sweetly and just......flash a bright Barbie ala Malaysia look.

I really wanted to tell her that I am a single parent but because she has hearing problem, I knew I had to shout into her ear and explain my situation then sure all heads will turn towards my direction. I really did not want to give her adrenaline pumping stories. So, I just digested everything that she said and surprisingly, I felt nothing. No feeling of sadness, tuulun-ness or whatsoever. All was calm again.

Anyway, back to the clinic. To all mommies and daddies, do you know that there is a new vaccine called pneumocockle ( pneumo-cockle).....geees, I don't know the spelling so please look it up yourself. This vaccine is for children with poor immunity, it helps prevent ear infections, pneumonia and bronchitis to a certain extent. So, do check it out with your paediatrician(s).

phatti phatti bom bom

2006-01-03T23:43:00.000+08:00

I am sober! I am a good girl I am...not even a drop of alcohol since 30th December 2005. Wow ! How long can I last, I wonder? I do not wish to turn to alcohol again to drown my sorrows. Alcohol gives me added unnecessary calories and ugly cellulites.

After receiving comments these past 2 weeks that I am plump, I am beginning to wonder if I really am that unsightly. There I was, minding my own business, being happy and all that, and whaam....someone passes a comment that I am plump. Before all these comments, I was happy the way I am, trying to be my trueself....ME.

After listening to the comments, I begin to wonder, do I really have to do something about myself to please these people? Do I have to please them in order for them to say something nice and sweet to me so that I am pleased myself? I thought if I did that, then I wouldn't be ME.

Do I make sense?

Now , with the comments, I am wondering if loooks really matter. And about Clayton and his wife, about how much they love each other for being their trueself despite all the vulgarities, chain smoking and heavy drinking, am I making a wrong conclusion about them?

Now I am really confused.

How come we women are always being scrutinised about what we eat, what we wear, how we act, what we say and the most importantly, how we look.

Slimming parlours, gyms, massages, diet pills, diet teas, meal replacement drinks.....and so on...the list is endless. Do I have to succumb to one of these ?

And to see gutsy girl slim down so much, I can only watch her in envy.

I am giving myself 6 months. I have to make it, yes, this time I have to. Every year my resolution is to diet with effective results but I fail. Age is catching up and my metabolic rate is slowing down. But my weakness is food.

Any suggestions besides asking me to exercise because gym and swim I do. Of course, after that I reload with high calorie intake. Please no Atkin diet, South Beach Diet and what ever fucking diets I have tried. I pass as a Nutrionist at the rate I go.

Any suggestions or incentives?

Death

2006-01-01T08:59:00.000+08:00

As I was reading the newspaper a while ago, I came across the article on Dr. Liew Boon Horng who died in a freak accident. No need for me to tell the story as it is all over the papers.

3 person in the car. Somehow, the mould which fell onto the car, crushed and killed him instantly. Eeerie or not, it was meant to be for him. Had the seating arrangement been different, the person who died would be his wife. When your time is up, I guess you really have to go. Not even a split second chance of bargaining for your life .

From the way I see it, a woman who has everything, her life crumbles that very day her husband died. I can't help but to feel very sorry for her. Her world just crumbles at her very eyes. One minute you have everything, the next, all taken from you. Unfair but life is like that. Dying instantly , I guess, would be less painful than mourning a death. To face the truth is the most painful. To be in the most painful state would be when your soul is the weakest and this is when the devil starts playing tricks on you.

Death in people around my age disturbs me. At least, the late Dr. Liew had a promising career at this tender age. It brings me to wonder, "I am also 35 but what have I achieved ?" After reading his death, I could not help but to write the post before this. I really did not want to write about my 2006 but I need to remind myself to look forward and try achieve my goals.

I hope Dr.Liew's wife will be strong .

Happy 2006

2006-01-01T08:17:00.000+08:00

I am up early. Yes ! Rise and shine. Usher 2006 positively ( I try). I was a good girl last night, I did not drink a drop of alcohol. That felt weird because I had every excuse to drink but I did not.

I did not have time or rather did not want to have time to reflect on my 2005. I guess that explained why the drinking sessions throughout this week was needed. I was not giving a single chance to replay my events in 2005 or 2004. 2004 was a bad year for me; 2005 better. I kept myself intoxicated so that I won't have a chance to think or hope for a better 2006. Looks like after all toxins have left my system, what is left is still ME, my brains,my thoughts and I still have to come back and face the reality on the issue " What did I achieve in 2005 and what I want my 2006 to be." Of course we can't predict the future . But certain things that we wish for, that we want, that we desire so badly, we can make it happen . With a little luck and opportunity, we may have them. I guess we can say opportunities are in our hands. Somehow, we can make it happen.

Long ago,I was a pessimist. I still am. But , with friends, good friends, they have talked some sense into me and opened my windows to see further. Out in the ocean, the possibilities are endless. I hope with this attitude, new thinking, my 2006 will be a better one.

Of course, everyone talks about prosperity. I won't deny the fact that money rules. Besides all the desires of wanting more money, wanting a Angelina Jolie's body, I guess the ultimate desire is a life enriched. Very simple. An enriched life would make me a very happy person.

Looking back, I have not achieved much. No money, no husband, no career to brag about. Life is just life.

Here it is, I hope to take a bold step in 2006, make my hopes become a reality, make life simple and happy, stay true to myself and people love me for being me and to be wiser and rational ( I am always irrational) so that I can give the best guidance to my baby.

2006, here I come!
And may I wish all you loyal fans a greater year to come.

end of 2005

2005-12-31T03:31:00.000+08:00

and so ,my post continues. yes, i am back from my drinking session but it is not complete. not as knocked out as i had expected. had chivas regal at Qbar, then my orr kau at Finnegan's and now concluding with my brother's last drop of Ballantine's 21 years old aged whiskey. damn, i kinda sapu the rest of the bottle. hope he willl forgive me.

tonite was a good nite. though i did not dance with the ah lians and ah bengs, i had fun. the thing is, there has to be laughter during a drinking session. i guess thats to enhance the blood flow carrying the alcohol to the system.

on the way home, stopped for while to errmm.......dispose the toxins. my friend was kind enough to follow me back from the back of my car to see my arrive safely . aiyo kenot oredi

to be conitnued besok

SmallTalk First

2005-12-30T17:40:00.000+08:00

soli my loyal readers. i just looked into the calendar and damn, I have till tomolo to wish you all the closing of 2005 and welcuming of 2006. If I do not come back in time, here is wishing all of you a very happy New Year 2006.

More yamede
More humsap stories ( i love)
Heartwarming stories

and

and

err...who wants to date me ah?

THis is gonna be a small small short short post. If I have time, I shall write a better post, I need to get ISO9001 for a better quality post.

2006, here I come !

Intoxicated

2005-12-27T10:01:00.000+08:00

I feel sick now. I should have listened to my friend and thrown up last night.

No, it is not food poisoning. I poisoned myself with "arak." Had a little too much to drink; in fact, it wasn't a lot but I guess with the "wrong" mood but right company, the alcohol sped up the process.

Nice fried calamari, spicy sausages, drinks, drinks, joke, joke, luff luff, and all added to this nauseating feeling . On the way back to the carpark, walking along the long stretch of road, the concoction was working up a storm in my tummy, to my oesophagus and almost popped out a few times but I managed to control. I did not want my friend to see me "tak cantik" puking on the road. And the fact that we laughed so much made the matter worse. I managed to walk to my car normally, opened my car door and ooops, bang on his car door parked next to me. Sorry ya, can you check if I left my autograph on your left door ka?

Of course, I had to leave some "clear thinking" nerves to guide me back home safely. Once home, I just had to complete the whole process, a lethal potion of whiskey did the trick.

It was a nice sleep. But, I should have discarded the toxin yesterday.

A new day has begun again. Bright and sunny.

Geees, am I nuts or what?

Inner Beauty

2005-12-26T17:10:00.000+08:00

I don't know why suddenly I thought of my friend, my HK friend who is now married for 5 years or so. I hardly think of him and his wife but recently this special couple has been in my mind.

Why do I call them a special couple? There are many many special couples but why them?

Clayton has been my friend for almost 15 years. He is a wonderful, sweet, fun, drinker cum heavy smoker, foul mouth yet a gentleman kind of person. Not forgetting he is a well educated, a responsible father and husband, a filial son but still a joker since the first day I met him. I hardly knew his wife till I met her last year in HK.

I always wondered why she is the chosen one. Please do not get me wrong, I had and have no crushes on him. He has been a real friend. Yes, I wonder and wonder.

I have got the answer now.

I did not have the chance to get to really know her. If I were to describe her from her actions, she is a heavy drinker cum smoker, completes every sentence with a "TIU", a joker and I am sure a warm person at heart.

She has captured Clayton because she is SHE. She has given her most true self and I am sure this natural being of her has captured him. I know there are certain topics husbands do not discuss with wives and vice versa. Why don't they open up and share their thoughts with their loved ones? If they cannot bring themselves discussing, then why marry a person if you couldn't be honest and share completely? I would think that it would be a first step in their communication breakdown.

So much of pretending, so much of games being played during courtship , relationship or marriage and at the end of the day, we do not know which is the truth and which is not.

I guess Clayton loves her for being HER, the real her.

Fresh from the Oven Part 2

2005-12-26T09:39:00.000+08:00

Thousand apologies ! My first post on the event was poorly recorded due to sleepiness. As I was showering a few minutes ago ( don't worry, I am not stark naked now,like the turkey), I had flashbacks on last evening's event and so I shall continue here.

Through the middle of the event, we found that many people have "disappeared." Mmmm....how did I conclude this? It was because their numbers were called out to collect their lucky draw present but so many did not turn up. Aisey, Malaysians usually stayput during lucky draws hoping that they win something but last night was different. These men and women would sacrifice their lucky gifts in favour of erm...erm... Now I wonder where these people went to? Could they have found their other half? Thaaaaaat quick? Geeeeesss........

I met another lady working for the bank. She asked about my profession. And dare she did , she asked about my monthly income. Why are people so, so, so........insensitive ah? Or is it ME who is sensitive?

I did not like the speed dating style . It was like a fish market. We all had to stand and walk around, "scan" for our "target" or rather "victim" and "attack viciously." Some ladies were standing alone, I guess these are the shy ones. Eh, eh, I am also shy but what the heck. I took this opportunity to "hantam" my "victims." I found a man, dressed in batik, about 42 years of age, ok looking but not my cup of tea. However, always give the benefit of the doubt la. I shot my M 16 missile. I approached him, extended my hand, gave him a firm handshake and exchanged cards. The minute he spoke, WAH LUN EH, tak lulus dari kementerian SiaoChaBor. So, so , so SQUARE. I think he also was not interested in me la. Maybe I was too direct.....scared him off but, but , but I was not drooling. I checked. No saliva oozing out from my mouth YET. YET. So ah, you men reading this particular paragraph, you know what siaochabor likes ka? You have to be as siao as me, as daring as me and I guess a little crooked and yerrow in thoughts as me.

And so the "hunting" continued. Bosan liao. Already one hour of this game. People were restless. Then more lucky dips and more people disappeared.

I must give a pat on the back for those who made the effort in attending this event alone. A lot of them were newcomers. There was this guy sitting opposite me. He was so quiet. You ask him one question, he would answer you but nothing more. The ball just could not roll. But I must comment that at least he made an effort attending and trying to socialise.

A lot of people were around my age group. The fun lady who was at my table ( we made friends instantly), she saw a cute guy and was not able to approach him as he was talking to some people. I walked up to him, tap his back and introduced myself. Of course, my friend was next to me. After introducing myself with a handshake, I passed the "hunting game" to her. I felt good helping someone. I was shocked that I was so bold. To me, I gather, if I paid that much for the event, I woul make the most of it. Afterall, I do not think I would be seeing these people again so what the heck! Do la, ask la, make contact and enjoy myself.

So, for you new readers, have you concluded where I went to last night?
What was the event all about?

Fresh from the Oven

2005-12-26T00:43:00.000+08:00

Ta da! I am home from the event. And now I am reporting to you fresh from the oven. So, all you loyal fans must be excited to know if I found the man of my dreams. Aiyo, it doesn't look simple as in you go, you tarr pao and you take home.

Mmm...I did not have enough to eat at dinner so I am going to grab a snack and continue away with my report.

Wait!

Ok, back with my cup-o-noodles. You must be thinking I was being modest during dinner and not indulging in the food served. Ha! It was a far cry from a 4 star hotel standard but I guess with the budget constraint, they had no choice.

It started out with me departing from my house at 6 pm. I left early because it was raining and because I wanted to get a good parking bay too. Arrived there a little early so I had to wait outside the ballroom with the rest of the candidates. As I walked towards the ballroom, I scanned for potential "victims". Most of the girls were presentable, some came in dresses as like for a dinner function but yet some came in jeans. Mmmm....I wonder what actually smart casual mean ( in Malaysia)? Fora minute, I thought I was overdressed and I quickly texted my buddy and friend for support and encouragement.

THe door for registration opened at 6.30pm and we all queued according to gender. Females one side and males one side. I had to produce my IC and a name card with my name and age group ( classified by colored dots) was given to me. Before entering the Ballroom, we had to wear our identification tag. It was free seating so I chose the table closest to the door. Then there was this girl who sat next to me and we introduced ourselves. I also managed to introduce myself to the other 2 girls sitting 2 seats away from me. The seating arrangement was in a long table with 10 seats on each side. Men will have to seat at one row and ladies at the other row.

The evening started out with some warm up exercise meaning it was ice breaker time. We were asked to stand in the dancing floor and were taught some simple dancing movements that enabled us to mingle around with the people (hopefully the opposite gender.) I must say the organiser has put up a lot of effort in making games to help candidates mingle. After a 30minute of ice breaking, dinner was served , which was at 8pm. I was so hungry by then.

After dinner, they had a show for us. How interesting! There were a group of beautiful ladies lip synching, wearing very sexy attires. Tits were spilling out from the tight clothing and gstring with fish net stocking and firm buns were jiggling on the stage. Yes , it was an Ah Kua show. I must say the show is not appropriate for the event and hence I think the cancelling of the show abruptly.

After the cancellation, it was time for lucky draw. The usual crap, callling number, you go pick the present and the story goes la. Then we had speed dating whereby you approach anyone you like and interview him for 4 minutes. If you feel sparks, then you exchange numbers with him, if not, bye bye. The speed dating event took up one hour. By the time is was over, I was drained with exhaustion. It was hardwork.

After mingling,I realised that there were no potential candidates for me. But I still had the 3 girls sitting at my table. We hit if off very well. So well that we spoke like we knew each other for ages. The very last event was disco dancing. I did not dance because I was too tired and sleepy. Besides, I had to help look after their handbags.

WHen it was time to go, we 3 girls hugged each other and parted. I had to send one girl home as she stays near me. WHen I arrived home, I received a text from the other girl telling me about the next meet up. It looked like I have gained somemore female friends and the male gender was not all that great. Anyway, I made 3 friends who are on the same boat as me. And we are already planning on our next outing.

If not for the men,it turned out sccesfully as my main objrctive was to make friends and socialise....male, female all I hantam.

I wonder if the candidates are still having a blasting time dancing disco now?
I also wonder if there is a "next time" for me?

To all you humsap kwais

2005-12-25T17:22:00.000+08:00

He laid her on the table, so white, clean and bare. His forehead wet with beads of sweat. He rubbed her here and there. He touched her neck and then felt her breasts and thighs. He drooled and drooled. The slit in between her thighs was wet and all was set, he gave a joyous cry. The hole was wide.....he looked inside, all was dark and murky. He rubbed his hands and stretched his arms.......and then he stuffed .........................

Who is she or rather what is she?

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I am leaving for the event in a few more minutes, hoping to get a good parking bay.

Stay tuned!

Christmas Present

2005-12-25T07:09:00.000+08:00

Christmas Eve day. My family and I were busy preparing for dinner. It was going to be a family dinner with turkey and ham. We were all very excited and busy making salad and stuff when I received a text from my ex saying he is coming to see baby. He was on his way from Singapore. Of course, I was happy for my baby . She hardly knew her father. I would give every opportunity for them to rebond but the fact that he only gave a few hours notice made me very mad. He would always give me insufficient notice.

Anyway, I thought this would be my baby's best Christmas present, that is, to see her father. At this point, I did not even give a thought to my Christmas event tonight. My mind was too busy thinking. Of what?

The problem is I always blame myself for being bold. Bold enough to take the first step walking out of the 14 years of relationship with him. Now, everytime when we meet up, upon seeing his sorry sight, I start to blame myself. I feel sorry for bringing him to this state. But I always tell myself, if it was not him, it would be ME who will be at this state.

I spilled out to my childhood friend yesterday afternoon. Luckily she put some sense back into me. Sometimes, we need somebody to "iron" us straight. Again, I am very grateful that in times like this, I still have a true friend who listens to me.

We met at Starbucks for coffee. Baby was happy to see her dad. But it was a strange feeling for me. From the outside, 3 of us look normal, as like a family , a whole happy unit but with hidden cracks. Anyway, both of them had small talks. Baby was very steady; she behaved well, she did not "daddy this", "daddy that". It was as if there was a wall in between them. The conversation was not all that warm. I guess they need time to rebond. Afterall, they only meet up twice a year. Funny, he never calls to say "hi".

He had requested to go to the bookshop with her today and we leave for Kinokuniya shortly after this. I want to beat the human traffic at KLCC.

I just can't help sorry for baby and her father. I hope tonight's event will chill me out a little.

Merry Xmas

2005-12-23T22:28:00.000+08:00

To all my supporters that I have gained since the start of my blog just 4months ago, thanks a million for your "sokongan." This has really brought me to a new unexplored world ( at least for me it is) and it also has brought me a step closer to making new friends.

Of course, I am ever grateful to my buddy for setting this blog for me as my birthday present which in turn have benefitted me in such a way that I have gained all you supporters and friends. When I am down or happy, I turn to my blog as like writing my daily journal and just having someone read and leave comments really help lift my spirit. I no longer turn to the chatroom , hoping to look for someone to talk to me. I thought I was doomed as a chatworm but I am beginning to see the light at the end of the tunnel for me.

Thanks to the supporting mommies, lenglois,handsomes, hamsup kwais and new supporters. Here is wishing all of you a very Merry Christmas. Drive safely should you be on the road.
And of course, stay tuned to my firsthand report on the EVENT on Sunday.

New Year resolution : to have a pseudo Angelina Jolie body ( yeh!)

I Invited Myself to a Xmas Party

2005-12-22T21:31:00.000+08:00

The ticket to the Xmas party is staring at me and I am also staring at IT. The days are drawing closer. My heart also goes Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang!

Dress code : smartcasual. Mmm...

My feeling at the moment : shy, scared, idiotic, excited, anxious............

The excuse is: go, come back , and write in my blog, hoping to provide a personal account on the event and write a juicier blog than the newspaper report.

Siapa sokong saya ah?

I Fell Off the Stool

2005-12-22T00:57:00.000+08:00

YES! That happened two hours ago. I was at a mamak stall with my friend. She showed me her aura photo taken from a crystal shop. She had mostly reds surrounding her photo with black spots behind her. The interpreter told her that the reds meant that she is a hotheaded person and she should take it easy and calm down. There was too many "fire" and "heat" energy burning in her. And the black spots? Those are spirits.....good or bad, I really do not know. But according to my friend, she said her life has been in the downturn recently. The interpreter told her that it was due to spirit attachment.

The more she related her experience to me, the more my goosebumps grew and it was midnight at the moment. I shifted my stool away from her a little , trying to distant myself from the dark attachments ( I was only joking and playing with her). Then I felt like the ground moving and my stool started to sway. Our table was situated in a darkplace and I couldn't focus . My stool swayed a few seconds and before I knew, I saw myself distancing from my friend. I could see her look at me in horror and she was extending a helping hand towards me. It was like in the movies where someone is slipping from the edge of a cliff .

Anyway, before I could even think, I landed on the floor. Bum down. Everyone looked at ME. Me. ME. I got back up on my feet, treated like nothing and went back to our conversation about the photo. Geees....the black spell is working! That was so embarrassing! SO, so embarrassing. Luckily, at that time, there were no cute guys around. I would have quickly scan for a mousehole to hide my face. And luckily my pants did not koyak like Mr Incredible Hulk.

Now, that was really the first curse of the blackspots!

Singapore - Part 2

2005-12-20T16:37:00.000+08:00

And so the story continues. We pampered ourselves this time and decided to bunk in a hotel. All went smoothly, no complaints at all. Night fell. Even at midnight, we could still hear merry goers and the Xmas songs played at the speakers along Orchard Road.

We had a long day, that Saturday. We turned in early, which was midnight. It was a nice sleep, I must say, because the mattress was superb ( wish I could tarr pao back the bed) and the air condition was blowing full blast the whole night ( I no need to pay electricity bill, so I full blast la).

Driiiiilllll.......drill...drill drill drill...... on the toilet wall Door knob turning , twisting, turn and twist. Drill drill and the sound of the door opening and closing many many times. I was still sound asleep or should I say, I'd rather not think of those noises. It was fucking 4am. My parents were afraid if the drilling continued, our toilet wall would be broken into. It would be abnormal to carry renovation during that hour. Mmm.......I kept steady . Did not want to scare myself YET. The noise went on for about 20 minutes and all was quiet again. Funny, we did not call the reception to complain. I guess we did not want to know the TRUTH. Or should I say, we did not want to "agitate" whoever or whatever. So, we just left things as it was and tried to sleep.

The next day, we decided to tell the reception about our encounter. They looked surprised. I blurted out asking if there were "kwai" in that floor. The handsome receptionist looked stunt. Anyway, we did not want trouble..we just wanted to inform them, that's all.

We went back to our room. No. We decided it won't be our room for another night. Heck, no way. We asked for a change of room.

Now, that was the closest encounter I have ever had with "whatever and whoever". I guess they are harmless if we left them as they were.

Eeeee.....goosebumps like chicken skin................................

Naa..come out from my shell already laa!

2005-12-20T12:17:00.000+08:00

Ok...naa...happy? Hibernated enough liao! Actually, I was testing who are the loyal readers laa...joke joke. I was away last Friday..yes off to Singapore to see the Xmas lights , for my baby's sake.

This year's decoration is brilliant. I must say they have done it again and better this year compared to last year. They even have speakers along Orchard Road walkway , airing Xmas songs. I must say, it did have a very Christmassy feel to it.

Sales, sales, sales everywhere. I was there in time for the sales as it started on the 16th and will end soon after Christmas. Storwide sales up to 15% if you shop at Robinsons, John Little, Takashimaya and er, I only managed to attack these few stores...did not have time to conquer the other department stores but I am sure, they are taking advantage of the festive season.

Lelong, lelong, lelong till 12 midnight. Boyfriends, husbands, maids, babies sleeping in their strollers all waited patiently for their WOMEN to shop. Sigh! It was fun to shop, er, window shopping ah,......not real real buying. To just watch those shoppers buying and buying especially in a fish market situation was FUN. Those ladies, pushing and shoveling each other around a small table at Robinsons Department Store.....whatever for? Ah yes, brooches, earrings, necklaces all for $10 each. No wonder! Chrismas cakes, chocolates, confectioneries, wine and gifts from Marks and Spencer were selling like hotcakes. If I were to put up a stall, illegal stall, outside M & S and sell my cakes half the price, of course with nice wrappers laa, you think it will work ah?

Besides shopping, I brought my baby to the Science Center. Had fun there learning about science and there was the Star Wars exhibition. Interesting costumes, spaceship models were on display. Each time I visit the Center, renovation works can be seen. They are putting efforts in giving a facelift to the place. Again, admirable for the efforts.

Do sound like a traitor now? So, so PRO SINGAPORE.

But I must comment that I salute them for their efficiency attitude. And they are so spoilt for choices, from shopping to health care. You name it, they have got it and in such a small island, they are well equipped. And as for health care, so many choices of doctors and varieties too. I know of many Malaysians who prefer to be treated or seek a second opinion when the doctors do not give a satisfactory explanation in Malaysia. And I am one of them. Just a preview to my medical history, I have been suffering from lower back pain for more then a decade. From orthopaedic surgeons to physiotherapist, sinsehs to chiropractors...the list goes on. I finally took my mom's advice and seeked my 101th opinion from a doctor in Singapore. Just one look at my MRI and she was able to educate me on my problem and helped me deal with it. It is not so much of medication but to know and understand the mechanics of my bone problem really took off the big question mark behind my head for ages. Thank god I am not going to be paralysed. But does that mean I cannot perform the more elaborated kamasutra position?

Anyway, Orchard Road was swamping with people. All sorts of people. It was a Sunday. There were loads of Filipinos gathering along the Orchard walkway. As I was walking, I couldn't help but to think if one of them were the girl who swept my ex's feet off or was she fished out from Orchard Towers or...or...or.....sigh. I know what is done is done and no point crying over spilt milk. I just couldn't help wondering who she was. How did I come to know about her? I was a real dungu in computers and I still am. One fine day, I was messing with my home computer and stumbled across her email to my ex. Nice tits and a very sweet face. The email read, " I miss you. Looking forward to meeting up with you again." Mmmm....I do no dare to think further. Whatever the past was, I really wished that my ex would find a partner in life and take good care of him.

Back to Singapore but I will have to continue later because duty calls.

Still in Hybernating Mode

2005-12-20T00:49:00.000+08:00

Hello, can give me extension ah?
I am still in my hybernating mode la.
Juicy news I have but each time when I want to start writing, my whiskey catches up with me, I lembiklembik already and can't write then I KO on my laptop pulak.
Then each day passes by,I become lazier and lazier...haiyo apa sudah aku jadi?

One more day of extension please !

Frusco

2005-12-15T23:29:00.000+08:00

aiyo, i wan to cry laa.....i wan to swear la....i..i...i...sob* sob*. i managed to record my pseudo anita mui white xmas song for the lin peh recording studio. because i do not know how to convert to mp3 ( auntie here veli the ancient wan, onli know how to type and read email but i hope to attend pc class in the next senior citizen meeting), i need to send the file to my buddy who will convert to mp3 then send to linpeh recording studio. sigh ! celaka! damn frusco man....i managed to play with the pc a bit to self learn and managed to find the attach files and send key but the file is too big to send as attachment......TNS! and i have to disappear for 3 days without internet konekcion...haiya, i hope i can make it for the deadline in submitting my song. i really wan to be anita mui laaa.....

frus

damn frus

how come i dunno computer ah?

frus

sob* sob*

To my buddy

2005-12-15T02:51:00.000+08:00

This blog is dedicated to you, my friend. Thank you for being my technical assistant in helping me participate in a LifeAid Xmas Remix recording session organised by Lin Peh Records Bhd. As I am not PC savvy, I constantly need some sort of technical assistant when I face technical problems.

You, I know you are in a combat tonight, up all night. Here I am also, facing my own battle, up all night waiting for the Christmas fruitcake baking in the oven. But horr, I really appreciate your help despite your tight schedule.

Thanks buddy !

PS: I have not recorded anything yet as now is in the middle of the night, I don't think I want to disturb the dead. I shall try to sing tomorrow and see if I can manage to record it down.

Finally baby is OK

2005-12-15T02:37:00.000+08:00

I am back AGAIN. As you know my baby was not feeling too good last few days or rather one week ago. She had fever, a little cough and cold, the usual stuff. But the most worrying part was the persistent fever. I usually would take her to the paediatrician as soon as I knew she has a fever but this time I wanted to wait for 2 days to test her immunity and see if she could fight the germs.

It looked like she did not perform well. I took her to her "khai ma" , I call the doctor "khai ma" because this doctor saw my baby from birth. Anyway, after some paramol, baby did not get well too. Took a dengue blood test also and it turned out negative. Thank god. After 7 days of fever, we finally succumbed to antibiotics. Aiyo, I thought she was on the road to recovery but I found stain in her stool pulak. It looked like blood stain and again we had to go back to "khai ma". Took stool test. Waited for 3 days for the result. Yesterday evening I had a call from "khai ma" that my baby is clear from Salmonella food poisoning. So, parents, if you find blood stain stool, do not hesitate to bring your child for a stool test because it could likely be salmonella poisoning.

Baby is ok now. Up and about. Even when she was sick, she was still active
I am just glad that she is fine now.
Glad!

Got the Ticket

2005-12-09T19:27:00.000+08:00

I really don't know why on earth would I go through such hassle of going to a Xmas Party and if you followed closely,it is not any party. It is a singles party. Aiyooooo......malu malu MALU. How on earth did I reach there ah? There must be a devil behind my back, pushing me all the way through this task.

Anyway, I ajak a friend, girlfriend to accompany me to THE EVENT but at the last minute, she had to step the brakes because of work commitment. That leaves me going ALONE. I was a little hesitant, going alone because believe me, I am not thaaaaaat brave. Maybe , juuuust a little bit brave only. Anyway, I did not want to think too much about it because the more I think, the more I will be confused. So I just let things run its course and decide at that minute if I felt like going. My friend told me last night that she couldn't make it but I took the news calmly and lightly. Went to bed trying not to think of it.

The plan continued today. Had my application form filled, got my pictures taken ( 3R full size and a passport photo), my divorce paper, and photocopy of my IC, back and front and of course the letter signed by the Commissioner For Oath stating that I am legally Single. Sigh ! Such pain I had to go through just to become a member but it was fun running around. Anyway, got my things done and my mind started to wonder, " Should I go ah?" I still tried to block out the hesitancy.

The actual date for registering to become a member is this weekend but because of workload, I asked to submit earlier and they approved. Still didn't want to think too much,I just drove to the place and submitted my registration.

The lady who helped me asked for my divorce papers and somehow I just knew I had to bring along today. Must be the devil behind me whispering at my ears this morning to remind me to take my legal document. So, ok there goes the paper. She read and approved. She asked if I wanted to get a computer match but I declined. I haven't gone to that stage yet. I shall call that World War 3 stage. Ok laa, if we were told that we shall see no tomorrow, then I shall see who matches me best. But, really, I did not need that at the moment. The truth is, I am afraid to know that there won't be a match for me. I am afraid to face the music. My friend always says,
" The truth always hurts." My objective is to go and see what the real deal is and blog about it....see such sacrifice I make for the sake of blogging.....SIGH. No la, I go because the devil behind me gave me a gentle push. No la, I go because I...I......I.....I am......(?) Nevertheless, I salute those who have the courage to go. Thumbs up!

Back to this lady who helped me out. She told me that ( mmm....something not too favoring but it is the truth and I have to accept) as a divorcee, it is more difficult for me to get a match because of my background. I could have lied in the registration form but I am not that sort. I have always been upfront. I do not like to hide my past and there is certainly not a thing to be ashamed of. Naaa...yes I am a SINGLE PARENT. From that very day I walked out of the courtroom, people knew me as a Miss and a single parent. I tell people straight at their noses and some did get a rude shock. I once told a lady whom I haven't met for a long time. She asked if I had any plans to conceive another child. I just told her that I had a divorce. I think I was too straightforward because I saw tears from her eyes. I did not have any tears but when I looked into her eyes, it affected me but still, I had good control of my tear glands.

Sorry, took a detour again. Back to the lady . After telling me, I told her that I am very upfront and I will tell about my past and not lead people to think otherwise. So, upon hearing that my chances are slimmer, nevermind....still in high spirit because at that moment all I felt was Go...GO...Go.

Then, haiyo, they had to match activities according to education level. Understandable. Then, ha ha ha.....what else could have affected my chances ah? There are 65% female candidates and only 35 % males. Wah,I wanted to roll on the floor and throw tantrums like a kid making a scene in the supermarket. Fuiyo, speechless. Fuiyo, Wah lun eh, Cibai, KNS , you name it , I have it laa. Sooo many competitors....crrrryy....crrryyy....nevermind. I will still go because my objective is to make friends regardless of the gender.

Anyway, I was told besides all the makaning ( its a buffet), there will be some activities like ice breaker, speed dating and some games. You think I will leave half way? Who is gonna chaperone me there ah and wait for me OUTSIDE?

Oh, oh, she also told me that many of the members go alone so I guess I will OK huh?
What do you think?
Cmon, gimme some words of encouragement. I feel like a teenager all over again.

Oh, by the way, I still have people asking me why I got a divorce? The photoshop lady asked me what happened to my marriage? See la, see see see.....people just can't understand that it is my fucking business laaaaa........AAARRGGHHHHHH

Baby still Sick

2005-12-08T23:53:00.000+08:00

Yes. She is still sick. Fever is still running and tomorrow marks one week . Of course I brought her to a paediatrician. We just did not want to abuse the use of antibiotics , that was why we waited for a few days initially to see how the fever went. After the fourth day of fever, we had no choice but to start her on antibiotics. Today , I brought her to the hospital again just to reassure MYSELF. I was just telling my friend that here baby is, physically sick but here I am, mentally sick. It is mentally draining when a child is sick.

I heard that a baby weighing not more than 3kg were sent into ICU this morning. It seemed that the parents delayed sending the baby for medical help. The baby is having liver, kidney and blood abnormality. From the tone of the doctor on the phone, I could sense that it was not a good sign. In my heart, all I could wish for is for the baby to recover quickly. I wonder how is the baby doing now? I left the clinic with a heavy heart. I can imagine what the parents are experiencing.

Baby, I hope you pull through. Fight hard!

I need a Date

2005-12-08T00:47:00.000+08:00

You all must be wondering whatever happened to me; no new posts at all for the last 2 days or so. Been busy with everything or nothing at all. By the way, baby is still running a fever and it is her 5th day so I have no choice but to give her antibiotics. Don't worry, she is still very active ( probably drug overdose) and her appetite is good too. So, I wouldn't worry too much. She is on the road to recovery.

Been baking Christmas fruitcake and doing some flower projects. That was all the hullaballoo for those 2 days. And also, no one stepped on my tail YET, so nothing to rant.

People always say, "when you have a lot of things to do, you will tend to forget you sorrows." Not true la, or is it I am not busy enough?

So much time I have ( I always make time, always, for anything and anybody who needs me), that I even read orbituaries. I chanced upon this column in the newpaper that Cupid's Club run by MCA is having a Bachelor's Party on Christmas Day. Mmmm.....mmmmm.....tick tock knock knock. I wonder what it is like to attend one of these functions? From Speed Dating to Cupid's Club to Dinner for Six or is it Eight, I can't remember... there are all sorts of services out there to create an opportunity for people to meet up. I say meet up because the way I see it, it is a healthy gathering whereby people go to these functions to get to know people. Of course, each individual has his or her own objectives, that is, to find your other half but I hope these people go without any expectations. Just go for the sake of having fun and making more friends would be a better goal. I was talking to a friend last night how this has become a trend for people to apporach this services to find a date. The dating business is a boom. But, thanks to them, people have benefitted from using their services. My friend thinks that in this era, it has become more and more difficult for people to find their other half because of time, work, opportunities, etc. It is not easy to find a date. A date, to me, does not have to be your boyfriend la. By the way, what is a boyfriend? Can someone educate me ? Its been almost 15 years since my last one. So, why is it so hard just to find someone to go makan , watch movie or just maybe take a drive or a picnic? Am I speaking for the majority of am I just talking about myself ah? Aiyo, phai seh if it's just me who is feeling the pinch here.

Now, why am I saying this? You see, I also ( shhh....don't laugh ah), I also ah, me ah, yes me, siao cha bor, got a little bit ( heart thumping) want to join. So, today I kaypohchee, called up MCA and enquired about the event. So, singles, if you can't get through the hotline, here is what you need this coming Saturday and Sunday. This weekend is register week whereby you go and submit your photocopy of your I.C., a 3R photo of yourself and and passport size photo. There will be a Commissioner of Oath there, where you have to sumpah that you are SINGLE. So, all you Mr. or Mrs. Infidel, beware! To be able to get a ticket for the Christmas event, you need to join Cupid's Club as a member. Oh, oh, all you senior citizens, I don't know if you qualify because they do ask for your age.

So, you gather I should go? Eeerrmm...... I go for the sake of experience ah. Please do not let your imagination run wild. Don't you all want to know? Huh? I promise to write my personal experience at the event ( blink, blink).

Mmmm... so you think I should camp overnight outside Wisma MCA ah?

Please excuse me, sometimes I kepala angin hence the birth of my name "SIAOCHABOR"
Er, excuse the title of my post also, sounds too thick skin.

Wait for my good news!

Down but not Out

2005-12-03T20:00:00.000+08:00

My baby is struck with a fever since last night. I had been keeping vigilant all night with every hour intervals, waking up to see if she is OK. I have been doing this eversince knowing that she is one of those with fever soaring up quickly . Call me over protecting or exaggerating but I just know what I have to do.

When a fever starts, ice pack, paramol, fever suppository, aerochamber ( for congested cough), minya angin la, vicks and other gadgets are ever ready within the reach of my hands. Am I a freak or what?

Yes, in fact, I try my very best to be a mother and father. It is the hardest when she gets sick. Of course, when he was around, he seldom helped out when she got sick.

Because of the stock running low, I had to replenish the groceries. I took 30 minutes off from my nursing job and went shopping for the household while my dad played nanny. Today was not a good day to start with. It could be hormonal or a call I had earlier. My friends fromIpoh came to town and called me to join them for dinner at MV. I had to turn down the invitation because of my baby. My friend said, "I knew you would say that." It really upset me to hear such remarks because they failed to believe me . If only they were in my shoes ! Then I started to wonder, " People would never know unless they are really in my shoes." I tried to brush off such remarks but the words just stayed in my mind.

OK, nevermind. I have got work to do. I had to cook for the family. Off I went to the grocers. Wah...another bomb came. You see, I seldom go shopping in the weekends because as I said earlier in my post, I feel lonely whenever I see families or couples shopping for their homes. Yet, I have to put on a mask and conceal my real sadness. Everytime when I walk pass a father who cares for his child, I feel his wife is the luckiest woman. The only fear I have is, I have been too independat so much so that I fear I would not know how to depend on a man, should a second chance comes around for me. Not that I have one at the moment but how does it feel to have a man help out in a household, how does it feel to be loved, how does it feel to have someone sharing a life with you or to have someone enriching your life. I read Jomel's post today and tears rolled down my cheeks. It was a very sweet thing for her Beau to sing a birthday song to her every birthday. You see, little things like that tickles my heart.

Yes, behind all these swearing words, the gilaness of my blog, all the saucy topics I chat with my girlfriends, actually how much do they know about how I feel? How much do my parents know my hurt and anguish? I have been wearing a mask; I didn"t want my parents to see me sad especially my mother. I know she cannot take all these sorrows. I thought its only better to not show. But she knows that I drank to sleep every night last year. Her precious whisky gone week after week. Bottles of empty Beefeater on the kitchen counter top. Its been a year and I am trying to deal with the grief and resentment. The drinking ritual has stopped . But I never turn my back on a good glass occassionally. As I said earlier, this year has been good to me . I just realised that the end of the year is coming again and what have I achieved so far? Emotionally , physically and financially. Am I pushing myself too hard or not hard enough?

I haven't had a good cry for ages. I remember, I did not cry for months after the ordeal. Each time, when I drove alone, my mind would wonder and tears would catch me by surprise. But before the first drop could fall onto my cheeks, I managed to withold it and told myself to be strong. Sure, sometimes I broke down but that was last year's story. I shall try to do better next year and 2006 is coming very quickly. It is not my cuppa tea to make new years resolution. But I really hope I fair well mentally, physically and financially.

I guess, today's brew were
* kid having fever and I am worried sick
* last night I had fever and I cannot let myself fall ill because I need to nurse my baby
* reading Jomel's sweet post ( Jo, very touching post la)
* listening to my Ipoh friend's remarks
* grocery shopping on a weekend and having to face reality
* monthly bill is coming ( ask big auntie)

I am going to reboot myself and hopefully come back as siaochabor
Its one of those lousy days I am having, that's all. Rest asssured that I will not do anything stupid. Cow brain I have but still got some sense.

My one hour sipping tea like a Lady

2005-11-30T18:38:00.000+08:00

Fuiyo, I tell you all ah, today is day I will not forget. Never in my life I dined like a lady. It all happened today, at a little cozy tucked-away teahouse, noo , nooo , teahouse sounds too common, more like a tea boutique , aaaah.., yaaaaa.. , yaaa.., sounds more poshy, at Plaza Damas , Hartamas, with a childhood friend of mine. The place is called Angelic Scones and Tea House. Wah say, it is a totally different kind of posh from the 5 star hotel posh. It is cozy, homely, private and damn poshy ( at least to me). Me kinda sakai la.

Frankly, we went there because of the ambience and oh yes, oh yes did we pay for the ambience. My friend and I are crazy about food and we love to go savour food. Psst ,pssst, luckily today I wore something presentable .

From the outside, the boutique looked like an English house. The minute we stepped in, we were greeted by a maiden dressed in floral print dress, apron, and a head dress ( cap, scarf, .....I don't know the exact word for it). Very impressive. The furnitures were uh, uh, uh, very uh exclusive looking. They should be exclusive to match the theme of the place. We were browsing through the menu and wham, slap , slap ,whoa, the pricing, whoa, you should see my eyes rolling. One pot of tea costs RM23.00 and a piece of scone costs RM6.00. The prices of the cakes were all above RM10.00 per piece. Nice and soothing music they play. Everything was soothing and relaxing.

Anyway, our motive was to taste the scones as we are scones freaks. After placing our orders with the lovely maiden, we scrutinised the place like a hawk or CCTV. When the tea came, we checked the back of the teacups and saucers( of course, discreetly). Fine China...whoooaaa....my friend was wondering if they buy insurance for each China. I forgot the name of the China but the only thing I can remember was "gold plated..something something." Better drink with care. I managed to scanned till even the legs of the furniture whereby all the legs wore "socks"...floral print. Its one of those covers for the legs whereby when you pull the chair, you won't scratch the floor and also cuts out the noise of chair friction with the wooden floor. Beautiful art pieces hanging on the wall for your scrutinising pleasure as well.

So, the tea came first. My friend had exotic tea infused in a glass pot. I had a house specialty. Came the scones served warm with butter, homemade strawberry jam and cream. Of course, they have an extensive variety of scones but because we were there at 11am, they only had plain scones and raisin scones . We still sapu the 2 scones anyway. And, we sipped the tea slowly as it cost us 23+23 = wah RM46. Haiyo, we had to savour the tea bit by bit. At that moment, I was very hungry because I did not have breakfast. My mind kept lingering to the mamak outside and yearned for my maggi mee goreng. That one hour there, dining in style were an experience but I thought to myself, luckily, it wasn't an 8 course dinner in style because I would have died la. Hard for me to behave for more than an hour. Sakai or not?

Back to the tea. We were given biscuits to complement our tea as well. Very nice. After the tea, we talked a little and upon seeing my tea is finished, the maiden served me a relaxing floral tea ( on the house). Finally for the bill....yes, the bill. Drums rolling.....drums rolling....drums rolling......RM64.00 for 2 pots of tea and 2 scones. Gulp...gulp saliva, cold sweat...wah, never in my life, such a big big girl have I spent so much for a tea and a scone.

It was truly an experience for me and I would strongly recommend those who can afford such luxury to tryout this place. Remember, you are paying for the ambience as well. The service, oh the service, I must say, excellent personal service. The maiden deserves a pat on her back. Oh my god, I even hawked on her slippers she was wearing. It was a floral, pink floral slippers to match with her floral dress. I was dying to ask if she was wearing a Laura Ashley dress. Oh, oh, I even looked and felt the table cloth to see if the material is also from Laura Ashley. After a brief discussion with sister hawk, we did not think it was .

The only drawback was the place is too small for bitching. So, ladies, if you just want to go have tea and talk about your latest boyfriend, posh trip to London, your latest Gucci bags and your Botox or facelift, a definite place to go to. Because the place only caters for about 4 -5 tables, I personally feel uneasy with the close proximity.

Overall view, a place well worth going to for experience sake . And thumbs up for the maiden.

Monday

2005-11-28T22:57:00.000+08:00

Yes, my baby's father finally gave her a call at 9 pm last night to wish her happy birthday. She seemed happy and all it matters to me is to see her happy.

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Today, is not a good day for me. I went to inquire about the bazaar lot in Plaza Mont Kiara . I was disappointed to know that they are all occupied till January. Looks like I was too late in implementing my job ( book a bazaar lot). Sigh, and I thought I could make it for the Christmas sale. Nevermind la, hope I am able to make it for the January slot.

Lelong lelong, mari mari........

Boycott TGIF

2005-11-28T08:23:00.000+08:00

Yesterday was a big day for my child. She turned 7. We had a family gathering at TGIF, The Curve outlet. I made reservation days before and told them I would be celebrating her birthday there. I have dined at TGIF before and I know that should someone celebrate his birthday , TGIF would have their staffs sing and celebrate for the birthday boy or girl. That was why I chose this restaurant.

Upon entering the restaurant, I reminded them again that we were celebrating my child's birthday. Just wanted to make her happy and she sort of knew we had something planned for her there. We had our lunch and waited for the surprise from TGIF. I signalled the waiter that we were ready.

Much to our disappointment, we were slapped with a piece of chocolate cake with a candle for the birthday girl but no singing from the crew; no surprise at all for her. Out came the cake for her, without cutleries as well.

(Excuse me for my vulgarity now, I need to get this out of my system because I spent so much dining in TGIF and this is what shit I got from them).

Came the cake and the waiter told me "Sorry but we couldn't sing for you because we were short of staff." What the fuck was that all about? It was 2.30pm, and there were not many diners to attend to. I see the waiters around, chefs around and the host and hostesses around. What do you mean by shortage of staff? I have seen, during peak periods, when an outlet is really out of staff, the manager himself or herself comes to help. Where the heck is the manager? If the outlet is really out of staff, I think the manager should contribute to the operation.

I was truly , truly disappointed. The fact that I reminded them 3 times that we were celebrating a birthday there, and the fact that my child knew and were expecting the surprise and the fact that it was soo upsetting for the birthday girl, I only have one thing to say about TGIF, and that is, if you face a shortage of staff, do not do the birthday sing-along surprises anymore. It gives wrong impression and false hope. And the fact that we were slapped with the cake and a "sorry" is only going to tarnish your image .

Fine. No cutleries. I walked to the front and told the person in charge I do not use my hands to eat cakes. He came over, have a peek at our table and just ordered the waiter to get us some forks. All I can say is that the outlet is poorly managed.

Do not give false hope. Should see my child's face of disappointment. So, people, do not be fooled with the TGIF celebrating your birthday with you thingy. Read the fine lines , " Birthday song not included during off peak and during shortage of staffs."

There.... I an still very upset and all I can say is celebrate at your own risk at TGIF.

Please excuse me for my foul mouth but I just gotta say this to start my Monday right,

TGIF, YOU SUCK BIG TIME. SURE YOU HAVE EARNED MY MONEY BUT DOES IT MAKE YOU HAPPY TO SEE A CHILD SAD?

FART OFF AND LEARN THE ART OF OPERATING AND MANAGING A RESTAURANT. YOU NEVER KNOW WHO IS DINING AT YOUR RESTAURANT..HE OR SHE COULD BE A FOOD COMMENTATOR.

YOU ARE A REAL DISAPPOINTMENT.

My 3 day absence

2005-11-27T08:44:00.000+08:00

I am still here, do not panic. Very much alive and kicking.

Today, my baby turns 7. How time flies and to think of me, raising her up all these years by myself, with some help from my parents, of course, I think I really deserve a medal. She is my reward, in fact.

I had a little party for her and some of my childhood friends' children. Complicated? Well, I still keep in touch with my childhood friends and they have children of my baby's age and everyone knows everyone la. So, it was nice to bring them together again and let their kids mingle.

I made star -shaped tuna sandwiches, cupcakes with hundreds and thousands sprinkles, ice cream cone cakes with icing and smarties as decoration, some carrot cake and of course I got the birthday cake from the bakery. The cake was a Madagascar cake and weighed 2kg for a mere RM 50. Good deal or what? Afterall, all the kids care was the shape of the cake and not the taste. For your information, I got the cake from Bee's bakery.

That explains why I haven't been updating my blog. Friday was a hectic day too. Had to go to Petaling Street to get fresh flowers for my flower arrangement. Came back and did all the conditioning and the rest of the afternoon I had to prepare for the party and the flower arrangement. No, the flowers were not for the party la. I was helping my mom with an assignment. I did a center piece for the buffetline and some posies for the dining tables.

Yesterday, after the children's party, I came back to finish off with the final touches and by 5 pm we had to deliver the flowers to Banker's Club.

I have never been inside before so it was an opportunity to go see. I die die also wanted to go up and have a look. The place is cozy, more like being set in the olden days, I can't figure out the era but sort of in the 50's. Very cozy indeed, very professional. Business magazines laying even in the toilet. Mmm...I wonder if the magazines are for the reading pleasure while doing some depositing !

After all those jazz, I finally KOed ( knocked out) at 10pm last night and had the best sleep since....don't know when. Today, I am refreshed and ready to take action again.

Oh, I feel horrible because her father has forgotten to call and wish her. I feel guilty for taking him away from her. I heard from my aunt who babysat her while I was away in Bangkok that she secretly hunts for his pictures and said how she misses him. "Why doens't mummy forgive daddy?" I was only told of all these on Friday and I really do not know how to think or react. Eversince, I have reassured my baby that she is being loved very much and that if she has any problems, she has to talk to me and not keep in her heart.

Some people , believe me, have blamed me for my decision to call the marriage off. I have tolerated enough, which these people will never understand. Their harsh remarks on my divorce have led me to think I am guilty and I am to blame for all the unhappiness especially for my baby. But, to come to this decision is not easy. To be able to stand up and call it quits took courage. I had to weigh all the pros and cons but I thought it was worth it. Hence the decision to walk out.

Only last few days ago, after a year since my ordeal, I still hear people blaming me for the breakup and it is from people who have not have the taste of being married. To this people, these allegations only prove your childishness and it reflects on your personality. The chinese always say " if only you have experienced the needle prick, you will never know the pain."

When will they leave me alone?

I will let you know if her dad calls and wish her today. Till then....

Me and my childhood friends

2005-11-23T01:39:00.000+08:00

After my Penang trip, some how, I managed to see most of my childhood friends in these 2 days. It is rather spooky because it seems like life is ending for me and that the timing is made just right for me to meet up with all my friends before tragedy strikes. I even managed to contact those who live a few hundred kilometres away from me. So, if you do not hear from me for a period of time, look in the Orbituary. I always joke and tell my mom and my godmom what kind of ceremony I want. My hearse has got to be the Mercedes limousine. I have even taken my photo shot professionally in the studio because I want to die looking glamorous.

Okay, back to my meeting with my friends. Monday, I met up with a friend since secondary school. To me, she has all a woman ever wishes for; a husband who is so ever devoted to her, 2 loving children and of course money is not an issue to her. We were supposed to have a girl-talk lunch. We did not expect her husband to join us. Of course, I did not mind but it appeared that he wanted to know who she was hanging out with. I learnt that he is jealous of her male friends. He was thinking that she was lunching with a male companion. Before he arrived at the scene, she told me that he is so devoted to her that he does not have a life of his own. No male friends to talk to and no drinking friends to hang out with ( Ah Pek, bring him for an orr kao night la). She has come to a point where she is trying to bring him out socialising with her friends which I think it is a good start because I strongly feel that a wife should be acquainted with her husband's friends and vice versa. It is a healthy lifestyle to include wives and husbands in certain activities ( please ah, don't think dirty). This topic brings me to another friend of mine who is also a childhood friend.

This other childhood friend of mine is not so happy. She is trapped in her marriage. She has contemplated divorce many times and we ( me and another girlfriend)have stood by her, to support her in whatever her decision is. But because of her 2 children, she has stuck by her marriage. She has married to a man who did not care for her, who beats her up, who chases her out of their home and who does not earn a living. In short, he is a bum ! I really salute her for being able to stick through these ordeals. I even helped her sneak into her house while her husband was away to shift her things out of the house. Now, she has moved back with him. I totally respect her decision. Every person has his or her reason for the actions he or her makes. My divorce has thought me to be fair and not be judgemental. Anyway, today I met up with her and she told me her cart she is operating is facing a rental hike. She may have to stop her business soon ( this is her only source of income for the whole family). She told me business is so bad that sometimes she has to top up from her own pocket to pay for rental. I know she is not doing well at all but yet when I see her, she gives me encouragement in my work. She tells me her husband does not include her in his outings and she often does not know his click of friends. He would go home from his drinking session at the wee hours. Sigh !

Yet another friend of mine, also a childhood friend whom I met up with today, told me a very touching story. She met a lady, in her mid thirties, who once had everything going for her; a successful business, a fiancee, a successful career, expensive holiday trips and etc. All of a sudden, she was struck with arthritis which left her with mobile disability and loss of her career and business. Because of her condition, she told her fiance to leave her as she felt a burden to him. And yet, he stood by her and married her. He took care of her well being; he cleansher, cooks for her, does all the household chores and does the marketing for her. It really touches my heart to hear that true love still exist.

I wonder why in these 2 days, I am surrounded with stories that are so real and yet heartbreaking. Is there a hidden message waiting for me to decode?

My heart feels heavy. I feel very depressed and it is eating inside me. In fact, I feel so lousy that I actually have lost appetite. I don't know what to think; my mind is blank . Why so?

My Retail Therapy in Bangkok

2005-11-20T23:12:00.000+08:00

Been back from Bangkok for a week but I haven't got the time to blog my trip till now. Sorry for the delay but I haven't forgotten about what to write because I have jotted down the important points.

The plane ride was smooth. Got a taxi ticket from the booth at the Arrival Hall. It cost RM 70.00 from the airport to my hotel in town. At the taxi ticketing booth, I thought of picking a half day tour to the Grand Palace. My main aim to Bangkok is to shop and eat but to do just that is too gila. And I know people will be eager to know where I visited. So I thought taking a half day tour from my 4 day shopping spree is a good idea. I signed up with the taxi company and paid ONLY RM40.00 for 2 person plus an English guide with a driver. Not bad, not bad. The trip to the hotel was OK except for my irritating driver who kept on telling us he had no salary this month and he relied on commission. Yea, yea.. I got the hint. But NO, he still reminded us every now and then and I counted he had reminded us 4 times that he has no salary. Geeees, what a farter...damn annoying. So, I had to tip him la...kesian.

The hotel was great......twas called the Baiyoke Sky Hotel. It is located at Pratunam area where the retailers and wholesalers are. Mmm...double the fun ( shopping). After checking into the hotel and rested for a bit, we wasted no time and took action. Shop, shop shop....like a mad dog let loose. The rest is up to your imagination la. Night time we went to Suan Lum night bazaar where we shopped again. There were so many small stalls criss crossing each other and they are located in grids comprising of 4 sections ( north, south, east, west). It was like a maze but it was fun.

The next day was our outing to the Palace. Had our buffet breakfast at the 77th floor with an excellent view except that the air is always hazy and the view not thaat spectacular but to dine at such height was an experience. Food was good. Then off we waited for our "handsome guide" we ordered. So,so I went to powder my nose and put on some lipstick hoping a cute guide would accompany us for the morning tour. Alamak, what a disappointment, it was a lady pulak. Sigh ! Ok, nevermind. I was shocked to be greeted with a....a....gold volvo S60 ( old model) but in good condition..somemore polished leather seats. We did not have to lift a finger to open the doors to the car. All was done for us. I felt soo pampered and all for Rm40.00 for
2 . We had to pay Rm25 for entrance fee to the Palace. The guide did her job well and explained in detail. We took no photos, we asked no questions. We finished the Palace in 30 minutes. Bad, we were bad. The guide was shocked we finished the tour too soon. Then after she brought us to the souvenir shop selling rubys and sapphires. We had no choice but to go as she said it was company policy to bring the tourists to the designated souvenir shops. FInally, we ended our trip with them dropping us at the Erawan shrine where I made offering to the Four Faced Buddha. Lunch was at one of Bangkok's high end department store called Central at Chit Lom area. It was fantastic. Fresh flower arrangements at every corner of the store. I tell you all, in my 35 years of life, I have never seen anyone splurge money on flowers like Central Department Store. Everyone was taking photos of the flowers though there were signs saying no pictures allowed. ( I read in the Bangkok Post the next day to find out that HRH Princess Srirasmi was there a few days ago to view the newly renovated store ( 700million baht). I guess that explains the flower decos. Absolutely an eye opener for me. Lunch was great. The concept is like Marche whereby you are given a passport to get a stamp for each food u pick. Except that they have made it more upscale and they have brought the whole dining experience to a greater height. Wonderful experience for me. Did not intend to shop at department stores but the lingeries and bras had discounts so I hantam also la. Whack, whack whack...sapu all . Back to the hotel to put down the days shopping load then off to MBK ,a shopping complex with thousands of shops in it. Trust me, you have got to be damn FUCKING focus to shop in there. Damn chaotic but fun ! 2 hours but not enough. Dinner was at the foodcourt at the top floor. Excellent selection there. Ate kerabu and tomyam till my mouth was numb.

Sunday morning ! Up early because we had to go to Chatuchak Sunday Market for more cheap shopping. Arrived there at 8.30am. Some of the shops were still closed. Before long, we started to shop and couldn't stop as the things were reasonable and we were spoilt for choices. We only lasted for 2 hours there before our wallets were dry as ikan masin. The market has everything that you need la....its hard for me to explain as there was everything from A to Z. We took a cab back to the hotel as our shopping load was too much for our arms to bear. I bought a pair of shorts for Rm 19, straw handbag for RM30, silk lotus flowers for RM70, Tshirts for Rm15, snacks like ikan bilis with dried chili for RM 9, car refresher for RM 1 each and ......aiyo I lost track. Anyway, back to hotel and off toMBK again. It was my last night for madness shopping so I splurged. I pushed myself to the limit. It was like Olympics marathon. I bought and bought until I was so exhausted. To battle against the crowd of people was bad enough. 70% of Bangkok people like to shop there plus tourist as well. So, you can imagine how chaotic the place was. Heaps of fake goods, heaps of small boutiques selling clothes, bags, shoes, you name it, they've got it la. My trip ended early; 8 pm. My body could not take the madness anymore. We rested for a bit and took our last bit of recharged energy to the 88th floor of out hotel to see the night view at the Observation Deck. It was really breathtaking especially viewing the panoramic view outdoor. Yes. The deck was outdoor and the blow of the wind was a little scary. Back to the room for serious packing. I opened my extra bag that I brought and just packed and paced. I needed to see how much more space I have so that I could shop for more stuff at the last day. Not much space but enough for a party dress for my baby which I say.

My last day in Bangkok. Energy recharged buy pocket not recharge. Sigh. After breakfast, I headed to the shop to get the party dress plus party sandals plus gloves plus hair pins for
RM 80. At least, my baby would be happy to get her high heeled sandals. Wah, by this time, pocket very tight already. Luckily,I was warned by my friend that we need 500 baht for airport tax. Whilst in the airport, I still had some bahts left so I hantam for the very last hour. Managed to buy a cosmetic bag ! Yeh yeh yeh....but my aunt looked at me with disgust. Tsk tsk tsk....this is a shopping monster....a freak...a real siao cha bor.

There, I have completed my retail therapy in Bangkok and I shall make it a point to make this a yearly affair....wakkakakakakkaka.....just love it.

My Penang Trip

2005-11-20T09:02:00.000+08:00

Had a call from Penang saying my grannie was not well. We all suspected that she was depressed but not too sure. Mom and dad were away, so I thought I take a drive back with baby to do some pre investigation first and report back to mom.

We had a leisurely drive along the North East Highway, stopping at a few places for coffee break. I am a person who never speeds. Never! With my baby in the car, I always drive with extra care. However, I was stopped at the speedtrap check point. Aiyo, do not tell me it would be my first speed summon. If I was given a summon for speeding, I would not be called Siao Cha Bor . I was asked for my IC and driving ID. The policeman looked at me and my carload of food. So, phai seh. Before he could even open his mouth , I told him, " Nenek sakit." Wah, I tembak him before he could even say a thing to me. Somemore I told him " Aiyo, saya takut, you tau tak, macam ini henti saya." Gila or not, I hantam the policeman before letting me go. Arrived at grannie's house at 4pm and she was so delighted to see us. I did not even sense anything amiss about her. We had dinner with my aunt and some of her friends at home. Yum! Homecooked nyonya dishes. Of course, some stout to go with our dinner and pulut rice ice cream potong to complete the meal ( KIng's Ice Cream has the nicest pulut hitam ice cream potong but beware of the santan, you cholesterol freaks!). Anyway, had a good laugh and chat with everyone.

Bed time was fun. Some of us slept on the floor as it was cooling. Grannie's house is an old wooden house. Penang is a very hot place plus grannie does not even have an AIR CON. We just had to take a cold bath before bed ( bad for foong sap but..) and concentrate on our sleep. Her house is not far from the beach so we had some cool sea breeze at night. My aunts and I talked about "women talk" ( you guess la, what is women's talk) and laughed till the whole row of houses shattered. We hope that the houses wouldn't tumble like domino effect. It was fun.

The next morning, grannie went to the doctor to get her full blood report. She had no serious aliments except for high uric acid which explains why she has pain in her legs. Otherwise , she is fine. Pheeeew! By the way, she is 82 years old. We suspected that loneliness is the cause of her being grumpy and depress. She is a person who keeps everything to herself. The doctor told her to scold if she has to. Let off steam and hantam if she has to. Do not keep everything cooped up inside. My aunt is seldom in the house with her because of her job. So grannie is left with the maid. Grannie acts like a kid when she wants attention and she tends to forget things easily. But those 3 days in Penang, I could see she was happy. She usually does not want to follow us to the kopi shops on our eating spree but this time she would follow us obediently.

Anyway, back to food. Kari mai fun, pasembur, mee goreng, mee rebus, kerabu beehoon, perut ikan ( authentic nyonya cuisine with shredded herbs and fish stomach..yeah, don't yuuuks, thai food for lunch, chee cheong fun with prawn paste ( penang style),kuihs, kuihs and more kuihs. My stomach only had 2 hours of rest before the next attack on food. And that was not all. We packed a car load of food back to KL. Kuihs la, pisang raja la ( we can't find nice pisang rajas in KL or maybe we did not look hard enough for it), sambal la ( yes, homemade ones), belacan la, salted fish la, some thai food stuff la, biscuits from Ghee Hiang Biscuit Shop la ( it is a MUST for us to bring back these biscuits as we were brought up eating them and we miss them very much) and...let me think..what else.........aiya, and so the list continues la.

When we go to Penang, it was also a car load of foodstuff from KL and vice versa. Wah, I can run a logistic business . Paid our respect in the oldest Kwan Yin temple. Our trip ended on Saturday with us leaving Penang after lunch at 1 pm. Had a smooth ride out of Penang but when we reached Butterworth, dark clouds were forming and rain fell. The rain fell heavier and heavier along the way. I have to admit I have not seen such rain along the highway in my 17 years of driving experience. The rain was blinding and I thought of stopping in Ipoh for the night. It was tooo risky to drive in such a weather. In such a freak weather, I cannot understand why some drivers still sped like hellriders. I kept in the safety left lane all the way through and my eyes were glued to the windscreen. But I must admit, there were certain areas like near Ipoh, Taiping and Gua Tempurung where they had the most spectacular scenery when there were mist after the rain, I stole some quick glances. It was like Guilin in China with the mist and the limestone mountains. Very breathtaking indeed!

My whole journey came to 7 hours ! Yes, 7 hours ! With the speed of an average of 60 - 80 km perhour, sure la 7 hours. I did not even take my eyes off the road. It was a dangerous drive back to KL and we were so glad to reach the first toll into KL. The massive jam towards the toll took us about 20 minutes in the queue. That was because drivers behind the queue could not see which lane they should "Q". The "Touch n Go" and "Tunai" and "Smart Tag" sign should be made bigger and in bold and placed above the roof of the toll booth so that cars way back at the queue could see and be in their respective lane before reaching the booth. Last night's jam was about 2 km stretch towards the tollbooth and it was all because the drivers could not be certain which lane was tunai, Tag and T n G. Sigh !

We arrived home almost 8 pm. What a drive ! But, it adds to my driving experience when I apply for my "Driver" position.

Back

2005-11-16T00:49:00.000+08:00

Yes, I am back from my retail therapy. "Shop till you drop" and this had happened to me. Indeed shop till I forgot who I am . It was heavenly. The eating was also sinful. Everyday "kerabu" this "kerabu" that........and of course the desserts were mostly made of coconut milk and knowing what it will do to my cholesterol, I still hantamed them guiltilly. My bag had a good extension and so did my waistline. I only got to know about it the last day that my jeans was soo tight but still I managed to squeeze in anyway. Chaaaam....damn chaaaam.

Besides the shopping, I did a tour on the Grand Palace with an English speaking guide. But still, my main priority was shopping. Shopped like a deprived dog let loose.

Now, I am compiling the daily journals for my trip. I hope to share my shopping experiences soon in the blog.

Tough Competition

2005-11-10T22:36:00.000+08:00

Had a mother to mother chat with my Standard One schoolmate weeks back. I was telling my friend that my baby's class needs helpers to help out in the class and there are some mothers who used this opportunity to "spy"on other classmates results.

I was surprised that her son's class was worse. There was this mother who asked her son to write down all his classmates' results so she can compare. Another mother would ask my friend's son for his Science test just right in front of his mother. I was also told that some mothers have asked the teachers at the school to give special coaching ( tuition) to their kids so that they can excel in their school tests. Afterall, those teachers from the school may have a fair idea of what the tests questions would be . However, all these have to be done quietly. They do not wish to disclose to other parents fearing that they may follow the footstep thus creating unwanted competition.

What the fart is this? Geeeeeeees......this is all happening in Standard One. Have we gone to this stage of competition? I must be still dreaming. In my days, we were still enjoying playing 5 stones and taking life easy and yet we produce good results.

What will our children turn out to be in this near future? I wonder !

Bury 6 Feet Under

2005-11-10T21:22:00.000+08:00

I guess I have rested enough. Thought I should write before going off to Bangkok tomorrow morning. Maybe writing down will help me leave this heavy burden off my shoulders before indulging in feasting and shopping in Bangkok.

I think it all started when I saw this man, a father, taking care of his little baby. He was working on his laptop while his baby was sleeping soundly in the pram. It really touched my heart to see a caring and responsible father. Before I go any further, this is not intended to attack the male species nor intended to gain pity. This is how I feel or should I say, this is the feeling I have missed out since day one baby came to this world.

How I envy those women who have husbands helping willingly. If only I could have a little taste of a man helping out in the household chores and help shoulder the burden of raising a child. You see, my ex never lifted a finger to help me in the household chores. In the very beginning, I thought it was ok for me to deal with ALL household related chores. Once my baby started playgroup, I noticed fathers playing the role they should be playing and then only I realised that my tasks is lopsided. I was the father and mother ! I know it is not good to compare but I just cannot help myself. To just give you a taste of what a bummer he is, he would not answer the phone though sitting next to it. He expected me to come running all the way from the kitchen while in the midst of cooking to to pick up the call in the sitting room. This is only a glimpse of what I went through, HELL, when I was married to a bum.

Everytime when someone asks me about my divorce, the topic of maintenance and alimony ( $$$) pops up. People are just so curious about my financial status. I am not rich nor poor. I live day to day. So, when the question, "does he support you and your baby" pops up, I feel so ashamed to say "No, he doesn't." I know I should not feel bad but I do. Then these people will say, " But how can it be? That is his own flesh and blood." But what I said IS the truth. I do not get anything but I got everything. I can just tahan all the crap and all I want back is my baby. I can leave everything behind for my baby.

I miss being loved
I miss being cared by a man
To feel appreciated for all I have done for the family
From a missy to a devoted wife
I go down on my knees to make a spotlessly clean home
To cook, market,clean, wash
I try my best without a complaint
I cannot even imagine
Me, of all people
Could achieve such tasks
No matter how hard I try
This is what I get in return

Had coffee with a close girlfriend of mine. She said she still smells resentment, anger in me. Sure, I am angry. I am only human. It is easy to say "forgive and forget."

Some days I get by with a breeze, some days I have to drag myself through it. Hormonal or not, I blame myself for still not letting it go. Call me a big softie or a loser but I do miss being loved by a man. I do feel lonely at times despite having friends around.

Be it the third party or drifted apart excuse, I hope to put this behind once and for all. I need to bury the anger. I need to overcome the resentment. Enough is enough. Everytime when I start the nonsense, I think to myself, " There is the greatest outcome in the relationship and it was the making of my baby." If it was not for him, I wouldn't have gotten such a beautiful kid today.

Kleenex, please !

Burn Out

2005-11-09T00:04:00.000+08:00

I am still around but haven't got anything juicy to write on. Well, actually I have one big topic to write but I do not know how to begin. Its been behind my head for a long time and I have been meaning to write it out. I shall take another few days to clear my head.

Fooled by Fools

2005-11-01T00:44:00.000+08:00

Today was supposedly to be a big day. I was going to pay up for my trip to Bangkok. After much research few weeks back, I have decided to engage Asia Travel Mart for my trip. Despite being a young company, I trusted that they would deliver to my expectations.

I chose a Free and Easy to Bangkok. I booked the flight and hotel. Everything went smoothly.

Today , somehow, I just felt like paying for the trip and went to the kiosk ( yes, they operate in a kiosk and not a shoplot office) while on the way to do some of my cake deliveries.

I got the money ready. Just waiting to pay up. A very happy girl I was. My mood outbeat the gloomy weather anytime.

After hearing the tour consultant mumbling something unfavorable, the smiling muscles in my face frozed and inch by inch changed to a frown and finally to an angry face. I could just eat up the guy like Hannibal upon hearing that they could not get the hotel for me. My face was like Mount Pinatubo, my fangs ready to devour my victim like a tiger, my body stiffened up like a frozen Dacquiri and my tongue, oh boy, my tongue ready to fire missiles. Why ah? I tell you why. Asia Travel Mart sucks !

Firstly, they did not advice me to give a few hotel choices in case my first choice of hotel was fully occupied. Secondly, the travel consultant did not check the status of the hotel rooms and advice me earlier that due to the water festival, most of the rooms are over booked. Thirdly, I was very MAD that they took it for granted that I would take any hotels that they could shoved me in.

Upon hearing that my trip would not be as rosy as I have planned, my hopes were dashed. In fact, I had a feeling that they were just interested in selling me the airline tickets while "trying to look like they are booking the hotel room for me." They had a week to try getting a room for me but they said that they were still waiting for confirmation from Thailand. A week to get confirmation? Come on...do not lie to me. And most certainly do not put the blame on the Water Festival that all the rooms are fully occupied. I was not bornt yesterday.

I asked for my deposit refund and they could only reimbursed me in 6 weeks time because it was a credit card payment. That I understand. But the supervisor whom I called to complain said that if I did not receive the reimbursement in 6 weeks time, I should go to the kiosk and enquire. Do not look for their accounts department. Whaaaaat? Do not push the responsiblity to the poor consultants. Their job is just to sell, sell and sell tickets.

Then I realised that this Travel Mart specialises in tickets and may not be experienced in handling traveling packages and most certainly do not have connections to hotel reservations. Why I dare say that ?

Because after such a big fuss, I was not contented with the answer. I went to Reliance Travel and enquire for the same tour, same flight , same hotel and same departure date. There and then I got a confirmation on flight and hotel bookings and I was told that there were still vacancies at my choice of hotel.

So, what have you got to explain to me, Asia Travel Mart?

Call me the last minute and tell me you have taken the trouble of relocating me to YOUR next favorable hotel because of full occupancy due to the festival? I REALLY DO NOT THINK SO.

Shame on you . You have acted on my behalf without notifying me. Do not take me as a fool and most certainly not take me as a blurr sotong. And the worst part was, the person who sold me the package did not even have the courtesy to say sorry and not even the supervisor apologised. I was appalled with the "tidak apa" attitude. These people are the frontliners. They represent the company.

Yes, they may have lost me as a customer but I certainly did not want to lose the chance of going for my trip. To them, losing a few hundred ringgit from me or any potential customers could be OK but I still need my vacation. And the clock is ticking. I only have those few dates available for my vacation. I needed to find an agent who could amend the mess.

I felt cheated . Cheated like a kid. Give me a candy to pacify me while "trying " to look busy with the booking? I really don't think so.

I had to rush to a more reliable travel agent and got Reliance to settle for me. They were resourceful, helpful and courteous. I got my bookings confirmed on the spot . All went well. All the more angry I was because Asia Travel Mart blamed on the festival for the full occupancy.

A word to the shameful agent:
Hey, do not lie or blame because the cat will eventually come out of the bag and that will tarnish your image. You are killing your own reputation. And you have done it on yourself today. Well, you most definitely will not have me as your customer again.

And by the way, your flight tickets are not as cheap.

Old Letters

2005-10-31T06:04:00.000+08:00

I have searched high and low, left and right, and even tried to replay and fast forward but I still couldn't find it. I remember that I have stored it in a straw woven bag. Months ago, I sneaked out of my room, slithered into the bag , salivating, like my baby hungry for candies, trying to "korek" the pile of letters that I kept like treasure. No, unfortunately , they are not love letters from my ex husband. Surprisingly, they are letters which a boy wrote to me when we were studying. Err... when I was 15. Yes, 15 years old...puppy love.

I wonder why I kept his letters. We did not even date each other. We were just fond of each other. The letters were so sweet and innocent. Everything was so simple, sweet and innocent. And the beauty of reading a handwritten letter is in the handwriting. So so sweet that you can float while reading them. Brings a smile whenever I read them. He would tell me how life was in UK ( he was sent to the boarding school at the age of 14), his exams, his daily life and etc and etc...Just a few minutes in the time machine gives a "lift me up" feel. Better than tiramisu anytime !

From receiving the letters, opening the envelope and just indulging in the contents sent exciting shivers (er, not orgasm la, ok). I do not know the exact word to explain my feeling but it was so, so........sweet I suppose.

Months ago, I performed the yearly ritual. Wanted to just read the letters and forget about the daily madness. They were just not there anymore. Not in the bag. Not in the mooncake tin. Not in the biscuit tin. The search began but to no avail. Devastated ! Very devastated !

What is gone is gone. I still longed for the letters but I just have to come into terms with the loss. Sigh ! But, but, I can still remember vaguely and I shall keep these sweet little memories deeply engraved in my hard disk. Those are all I have left and I shall keep them as sweet memories from my early teenage years.

No such thing as free plain water

2005-10-29T23:17:00.000+08:00

I am disgusted.

Disgusted with some restaurants which impose a rule that there is no such thing as plain drinking water. All drinks come with a price. I have been to mamak stalls, chinese kopishop, cafes, coffee houses, restaurants and even hotel dining but today's experience left me no choice but to tell you how this place that I patronised this afternoon left an undesirable mark on me.

Have you ever, sometimes, not feel like ordering drinks from the diners but sheer plain water would suffice our thirst?

My outing to a specialty cafe serving only pancakes at The Curve was...........

They have an outstanding menu, nice ambience and great food but it was a pity that they impose a rule that they do not serve plain drinking water. Which means, patrons are forced to order drinks even if it is plain water. This I cannot understand. Even a 5 star hotel would serve water to their dining guests. Left with no choice, I had to order mineral water for my baby and mother. Geeeees, they can set up such a beautiful place but stinge on plain drinking water? They know pancakes are sweet. They know people are sure going to order beverages. They sure know how to take advantage from this point.

Maybe it is not so much as stinging but to make money from their beverages. In fact, my members all have a bottle of water in their bags but it was not polite to bring it out to drink. I wonder if they will impose a rule on " No outside drink" as well.

In fact, another eating place, also at The Curve, also has the same set of rules. Theirs was even more ridiculous...."No outside cakes allowed" ( as in for celebrating birthdays and so on).

So, be aware if you want to patronise these 2 joints. I should have ordered ice kosong instead at the pancake parlor. Now, how would they charge me for ice? Mmm........

Orange Peel

2005-10-25T00:29:00.000+08:00

While waiting for the sake ( Japanses rice wine) to travel into my bloodstream and take effect, I shall write about sell - u - lites......duh.........it is cellulites. Damn, the word gives me the creeps. Why this subject? I have been abstaining from drinking coffee for 2 weeks already and the only reason I did this is to reduce my cellulites or rather to improve my lymphatic and circulatory system. Sigh.......what women do to make themselves "feel" more beautiful.

Cellulite is a nasty word. It is even nastier in looks. She is an orange peel look-a-like in the skin mainly thighs, hips, abdomen, buttocks and arms. OK ladies, quick assess yourself and tell me you have those unsightly dimples. Guys, you do not have to look at yours coz men usually are exempted from this yukky irregular fat deposits. What pain I had to endure by not drinking coffee. I even bought a book which dedicates itself to Cellulites. " Anything that hinders circulation and lymph drainage will contribute or add to the condition or cellulite....from high levels of estrogen to poor eating habits, lack of exercise, smoking and even drinking coffee!" Err...actually alcohol too is one of the contributing factors but heck..............

Each time a woman passes by, I would scan her like a bar code ( if she is wearing shorts or skirt). Got ah? Can see ah? There, there, where laaa.....where? There la...can't you see when she is sitting down crosslegged, can see it under her thighs........ Ya..ya... I can see . Yeh...yeh...yeh... I am not alone. She HAS cellulites also. Pheeww.... that is what I call it my day.

Bottles of anti-cellulite lotions, tubs of creams , scrubs and massagers,and endless exercise regimes did not show any improvements on me. Expensive salons using the word "Cellulite" to target at women's soft spot, detoxification programs, diet teas and the list continues......"Wah , such tactics to make business"

So, which am I to follow? Coffee, abstained already. Cigarettes also down in memory lane. Exercise, in action now.

Haiya, disheartening but I came across a quote by Drew Barrymore, " I finally realised I don't have a perfect body and I am happy with the way I am."

Which is why I have started my first cup of coffee this morning and it feeels sooooo damn GOOD.

I also stumbled across a line in the book saying , " Inner self confidence and poise is the key to true beauty." HOW TRUE!

Ms. Theresa, a teacher in my baby's school, is not exactly the hour glass figure type nor the average looking female. She is the Queen of the Queen Size but she has this " I don't know what" that is attractive. After a few chats with her and by observing her, I realised that she walks and speaks with confidence. That made me to believe that it has to be her inner self confidence that brought her such beauty.

Thumbs up, Ms Theresa! You are a fine example to the children and to us, adults.

My baby and I have started visiting the swimming pool recently. Er....all my old swim wear ...er...kinda like lost its elasticity or rather more like I can't fit into it la. I scouted around for a new attire and came across the ones which come in 2 piece ( not bikini la). It comes with a nice top and cycling shorts and they are meant to be used in the pool. Such great invention. I am so ever grateful to the inventor .

One last beauty tip......enhance and highlight the features that you like so as to deter people from looking at whatever that you do not feel comfortable showing. If you have big hips and you do not wish to focus on them, try wearing a nice necklace or earrings. They do act as a distraction from your hips.

Cellulites...looks like I have to live with you. I guess I am stuck with you and you are stuck with me . Guess I should learn how to love myself, right?

In loving memory of my father-in-law

2005-10-24T08:26:00.000+08:00

I just have to get this out of my system before I feel any worse than I am feeling now. Should have done this last night while it was still fresh but just couldn't bring myself to it. Also, I would like to thank a buddy of mine who is always here for me, drinks ( not ribena, mind you) with me when I am happy or sad and if it wasn't for him, I wouldn't know that just by telling it out would really relieve me from the bad news I received last night. My buddy adviced me it is never too late to tell him as long as I have done it. Thanks buddy, next round I belanja, So, I choose to blog it out as a way of relieving my sorrows and I hope the person I am suppose to grief for is able to read this. Let's hope they have computers in heaven so that he can read what I have to say to him.

He was a well respected person. Very analytical and a quiet man. I have known him for 14 years and he had been a great father- in -law. No matter what happened between me and his son, I shall always respect him as a father-in-law.

It's been a year since my divorce with his son. I always have him and my mother-in-law in my heart. Afterall, they treated me well though we live thousands of miles apart. I first got to know he was suffering from cancer last year, just after the final documents for the divorce had been sealed. It was throat cancer !

He was too young to die. He did not get to see his granddaughter before he left. Why? Because I was not told about his serious condition until last night. I got my ex husband's sms last night that his father passed away in August this year after battling cancer for only a year. It is not Maxis breakdown for the delayed sms transmission, don't be alarmed!

I felt rotten. Actually, I felt angry because I was not told. But maybe the family wanted a very low profile funeral. I shall not blame anyone without knowing what really was the story behind for not telling us.

The reason why I felt bad is because he or rather my kid did not have the last chance to say our goodbyes. Afterall, they are related and she carries his surname. To lessen my pain of his loss, I am blogging this so that he can read and understand that his granddaughter is in good hands and that he will always have a special place in our hearts though we were not there for him.

I think in a way it is also a blessing in disguise that I did not have to see another suffering because in my life, I have encountered many cases of death due to cancer in my family . My maternal grandma died of breast cancer, my aunt of cervix cancer, my uncle of nose cancer, my ex father in law of throat cancer, my ex's grandmother of stomach cancer, a school friend of mine ( 33 years old when she passed away) of breast cancer and my young cousin who is suffering from benign tumour in her brain.

I do not think I can bear to see the last moments of his life. I shall let the picture of him, when he was healthy, to be left as a sweet memory for me and my kid.

I am sure they have the most advance computers or cyber cafes in heaven and if you are reading this, dad, rest assured that your grandchild will be well taken care of and you will always be in your hearts.

Life is worth living !

2005-10-21T19:35:00.000+08:00

I am writing this to remind myself over and over again to be contented with my life and my possessions. Many times I find myself lost. I often ask myself why did bad things happen to me and how did it happen. The more I ask these questions, the more I become confused. Slowly, I am beginning to realise and discover life.

Life is actually wonderful; it all depends on how we see and make it. I remember once my friend told me, "Life is just a shell, it is how we make it,is what matters most". With me seeing all the rich tai tais everyday sending their kids off to school, coming in big nice cars, going off to their breakfast joint, I often wonder how it would be like in their shoes. Of course, there is no such comparison. I am a far cry from them. But, I am beginning to ask myself, " Is this what you really want in life?"

Morning breakfast with the gang, then after to the hair and nail salon.
Lunch with another gang
Shopping and gossiping time
Teatime
Massage or facial
Dinner with family at home

Wow....what a full schedule. Day after day, full of activities. Just enjoy!
It looks flawless. Everything is great.

My life is also great. I have no complaints at all. Like my sifu always says in hokkien, "big problem becomes small problem, small problem becomes no problem". I should not compare and complaint. There are people worse than me. 2 of my good friends were battered by their husbands. Tsk, tsk tsk...now I really feel shameful for comparing myself with others. But I can call myself lucky for not being in their shoes. I should count my blessings. I have a healthy daughter and what I only wish for her is being healthy and being able to guide her the right path to life. I have to be strong physically and mentally.

A few days ago, when I was buying food from the buka puasa stalls, I was awakened. I could see a lot of vendors, selling food but one thing for sure, they had happy faces. I am sure these people are making a decent living and hard earned money. It was their humility, politeness, happiness in doing what they were doing that made me realise, "Eh, these people are down to earth and I am sure they do not complain about what they were doing". Mind you, battling the heat and rain is no joke. But, I still see happy faces. That should be the way. No complaints, not that I have heard so far.

These people have taught me something that I should have seen earlier. It is suicidal to compare with the others. Be contented with what we have.

Oh, by the way, the "being in the crowd , buying food for the buka puasa" really made me feel 100% Malaysian and a proud one too.

Each day I will remind myself to be contented with what I have, count my blessings, be a great mom, dad and a friend to my daughter; nurture her in every way I can . Life, if lived the right way and the fullest, living it once is enough.

My first stop to self fulfilment : charity work

Where is your passport?

2005-10-17T08:49:00.000+08:00

How do I come about this posting? But of course, the characters involved and special encounters I had, had brought me to realise that in this world, there are all sorts of beings, which I have not come across ( you can say I have been living in my nutshell). Thanks to them I am beginning to see life in a clearer picture and in a way, it is enriching and soul polishing.

Remember Mrs.Chee and Mrs.Bai? How do I describe them ? Mmm...besides being kaypoh, they are kaypoh, kaypoh and kaypoh laaa. And, oh, oh, they carry with them a special apparatus called the "sieve". In cooking, a sieve is used to separate the coarse and the fine. And what you have sieved out is called "refine". So, the sieve they carry around is mostly to separate the pebbles, sand and gold. Of course, gold nuggets being them la.

I heard one of them is having a birthday bash at one of the poshest clubs in town and most of the elite mommies in the school are invited. Siao Cha Bor not included la ! See, Siao has no rich husband to say" today my lou kong dunno wats wrong, I think mid life crisis, he buying a porche worr" or " my lou kong bought me the latest handfone" or " this weekend my lou kong and I going for weekend shopping and staying at the Oriental Bangkok " or " last week at Tiffany's" or " my anniversary at ........." . And the list continues..........

Segregation is awful. Yes, choose our friends wisely. Afterall, there are many types of people with funny characters and different background.

So, family background and financial standing and social status do play an important role. It is a passport to everything? Is it a passport to happiness? Is it whoever who marries a rich man is the cleverest?

I remember meeting this woman , an ex Ms......( hint hint, land of pomelos). When she knew about my" no lou kong: status , she comforted me. Aawwww, I was so touched ! For a moment, I thought I have made a friend. She told me there was a Millionaire social gathering coming up and I could meet a lot of high society people and maybe "fish" a rich man that night. All I had to do was purchase a ticket costing $xxx.00 to find the man of my dreams? or her dreams? Mmmm.....? I was given a first hand lecture on how to be rich and glamorous.

Ms. Pomelo : If you want to be rich or know a rich man, you need to mingle with the rich
only. Forget about the rest of your "useless" friends.

Money, money and money again. Always money. Sure, we all work for money and it is just human for wanting more money and for wanting a better quality of life. Nothing wrong with that.

But, to what extent do we allow money to rule us? When does the moulding process begin?

Ey, is this too deep or am I just going nuts?

Sweet woman vs Lou Kong ( round one)

2005-10-16T10:38:00.000+08:00

Today is going to be a long day for me and I am already hard pressed for time but I just need to get this out of my system before I embark on my first assignment for the day. And believe me, I, the glutton, am eating fresh fruit salad for breakfast ! And in 8 years, today is the first day that I woke up late, 10am. I feel guilty, rotten; this waking up after 7 am makes me feel not right. But then again, it brought me inspiration to blog which is why I am doing it now despite the busy schedule.

I was waiting for baby at her art class yesterday and there were many mommies and daddies waiting for their babies. I usually do not attend such classes during weekends; I hate weekends because I cannot bear to see "intact" families happily shopping and having a great family weekend. Anyway, off we went to her class la.....the thought of seeing happy families together with me feeling lousy did not even cross my mind.

Of course, the reception area was swamping with eager moms and dads and maids. Some fathers sat at the reception "kwai kwai" waiting for their babies while their wives shop at the complex for an hour, some maids waiting like zombies but one father I saw was working on his notebook while waiting for his baby. Wah! So busy, somemore he "donates" some "precious" time with his family. Not bad, not bad. His wife must be the luckiest woman; man also got, money also got, baby also got, " hourglass figure" oso got......whatelse ah....mm....everything also got la.....I can imagine house and car and the number of maids and so on and so forth.

So, so , this "knight in shining armour daddy" was working diligently on his computer that his baby had finished class with him not noticing.

Black as charcoal her face, heat of 100 degress Celcius her skin, ...stomp...stomp...stomp....wah, his sweet sweet wife turned into a dragon lady. This happy woman opened her M 16 mouth and words tasting of gunpowder came shooting.

Sweet Woman :" You never see she come out already meh?"
Lou Kong :* tadak respondse, type type his notebook, macam telinga tersumbat*
Sweet Woman : "Why must you always spoil our outings ah"

Er, I was just standing next to the man and I was thinking " should I walk away, I feel awkward" or just stay put and pretend that I pulak telinga tersumbat and mata buta. Ok la, to not make everyone feel bad, I took the latter advice. I glued myself to the floor, focused my eyes at my baby through the partition and opened my ears big big. Actually any deaf person also could hear them hurling bullets at each other. Tsk tsk tsk.......

Lou Kong : * still working on his notebook* but with his eyes "communicating" with his
sweet wife

* woman, can you not M 16 all the time ah*
* can give me some face ah*

Sweet Woman : We are going shopping first

Lou Kong : *already very pissed looking* but nevermind, he could still tahan,
" shall we have lunch first?" in a nice controlled voice

Sweet Woman : *quiet quiet but her pretty face like going to have him as char siew rice*
stomped out the shop liao with a don't care attitude

Eeeee...... the situation was so tensed and awkward. By then there were many spectators viewing free show.

Lou Kong slammed his notebook, follow his woman kwai kwai and continue with their" happy" family outing.

Haiya, weekend is the only time to spend quality time with families. I am sure there are many options to avoid such tense situation. Her lou kong could do his work at home and not follow them to class but later join them for nice teatime or just family member only ( without the damn laptop ) outing la. I was sad to see this.

Communication and respect for each other are 2 such vital point that married couples tend to forget and are taken for granted. Sigh.......now it makes me not so envy happily married people afterall.

I felt soooo awfull after the family left the art class and it really taught me something which I did not really practice when I was married.

1. Respect each others time
2. Communication
3. Do not take each other for granted
4. Practice "please" and "thank you"policy
5. Spend quality time and not quantity time
6. Involve in an activity that both share common interest ( erm..besides bedexercise)
7. * still thinking*

I know this is none of my business but I cannot help thinking of them. I wish things turn out good and may them kiss and make up and not do this too often. It could be the beginning of many bad things.....

Some people have carved a happy marriage image for the public to view yet some did not even have to put such efforts in wearing a mask. I wonder who is real and who is not?
The old chinese proverb says " each family has its own problem,they may look blissful but behind those doors, you never know". How true.

Rich and educated, so what?

2005-10-15T13:10:00.000+08:00

So, now Siao Cha Bor is officially a single parent ( Ya, ya...ssshhh....I can go dating liao) . I finally landed myself here, on the single mothers group after putting all the shit with you-know-who. Hate the word "ex". Sounds like ex-convicts, ex Ms Malaysia, ex .......

The process of a breakup ( I hate to use the word Divorce) sent me to hell and back to earth. It took me one year to rediscover earth. This is the time when you know who your real friends are. Here, I also learn to categorise my friends into groups of dear friends, social friends and biatches. One year of roller coaster ride brought me to a whole meaning in life. I shall share with you.

Dear friends are those who will mended the holes in my boat while I was sinking. These are the people who stuck by me, through thick and thin. And from here, I managed to sieve out dear, social, teh tarik, morning tea and some biatchy friends.

Most of my encounters were good. Good encounters are boring. How about sharing with you some bitchy moments I experienced? I call it bitchy, how about you?

It was only weeks that the papers were signed. One fine day, after sending my baby to school, these women ( schoolmate's mothers) invited me for morning tea. They have made it a ritual to meet every Thursday for morning "gossip". So, as usual, being naive and all that, I was given a twirl around their conversation until one of them brought an interesting subject upon me.

Mrs. Bai : you know ah, I have this neighbour of mine who is in the verge of divorcing. She
has breast engorgement ( guys,if u don't know what this is, it is over production of
milk in the breast of a breastfeeding female which gives her great discomfort and
sometimes infection). She came over last night and ask me to bring her to the
hospital.

Mrs.Chee : So,so, you brought ah?

Mrs. Bai : sure la. at first, my" lou kong" offered to chauffer her but I think think also
dangerous la

Mrs. Chee : why dangerous?

Mrs. Bai : aiyo, you know how vulnerable a divorcing woman is la. after she "do funny things
with my "lou kong" ,how leh?

All were silent. Then she said to Siao Cha Bor, "ey, , I didn't mean you ah"
What the fuck? Was that plot for me? Was the morning coffee plotted for me? Geees, Chee and Bai, what the fuck was that all about? Oh, nevermind la. I veli the big hearted one. Forgive and forget. Makan, makan half way,

Mrs. Bai : Cha Bor, who is supporting you financially now ah?

Kannasai chao cheebai, so the morning coffee was afterall a plot to korek korek about my life.
Larry King Live also cannot be compared with these 2 Chee Bais.

Ok la, I must admit, my "tahan" level is not bad and this is rated by most of my friends.

End of story?

Tsk tsk tsk, not yet..... once caught in a bait, its not easy to escape.

One fine day, under the pretext of visiting me in my house, they asked to see..........

See what leh?

Yes, see my Wedding Photos ! Funny thing was, the previous night I had cleared all my wedding pictures away. Gladly, I showed the 2 farting Chee Bais.

Finish?

Almost.

These 2 CheeBais and god knows how many more ChaoCheeBye women are using the school as a gossip venue. Early early in the morning the gossip has begun. At one time I even overheard the gossips about some woman's ( victim) husband. Aiyo, calling all CCBs ah, could you all please not talk about other people's husband in the school? Let alone, with all the seasonings, the story may come out "juicier" than expected. Then what? The matter will become bigger and juicier and then what? Happy to see other people sad? Is that all they care about in their spare time?

But, I have these women to thank. I took it as polishing and I really grew stronger from these harsh remarks. Not all women will walk with you on your difficult journey; not all will symphatise with you. Some will use this as their weapon.

Oh, I almost forgot, these women are university graduates and from elite families. See how "lowly" they can get? No matter how rich you can be, how educated you are, your character and behaviour gives you away. Do humility and compassion ring a bell?

And you call my job peanuts?

2005-10-14T22:54:00.000+08:00

Being a parent is hard work. Responsibilities after responsibilities which I never forsee before partaking this route. It would be good if there is an organization which counsels soon-to be newly weds on the meaning of marriage and steps in making a new family. How long can you lovey dovey? When does reality set in? What to expect in making a family? Financially and mentally stable? Not to scare you but if you are not ready, do not embark on this journey.

When the baby came, it was the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me. Hearing the baby's first cry from birth is something that I cannot put here in words. Months came and years passed. Baby is growing so fast that before I realise, baby is off to primary school. Everything means $$$. Books, tuition, food, health care, clothes, etc etc etc...... Money chasing after me when it should be the other way around. I should be running after the money !!!

Being a parent itself is challenging yet exhausting especially when there is no participation from the other half. A typical sane day for me would start at 6.00am whereby breakfast is made, lunch and snack pack for school is prepared, me getting ready then waking up baby, getting her to brush her teeth, wash her face, wear her uniform, eats her breakfast and bla bla bla....zoooom the car whisks her off to school. Aaah.....can go for a cuppa coffee.....heck NO ! Off to work it is.

Then of course there are certain days when she needs to go for tuitions. The chauffering and waiting game is truly energy draining. Evening? Ha....help prepare dinner and assis in school assignments.

After baby settles in for the night, oh boy, do I have the time to have my own time out. Of course, I have not included the household chores here yet but I do not want to dwell into that. Being a housewife was rewarding when you see your family being welltaken care off and happy. It is a shame when people do not regard "homemaker" as a job. Being Jack of all Threads, the tasks of a homemaker includes:-

Plan - plan menus
Marketing - things to buy in the market to minimise expenses which brings us to
Finance and Budgeting
Management - sees that everything saisl smoothly
Operations - ironing, cleanin, throwing rubbish, cooking, washing which brings to good
Time Management
Runner - running daily errants like paying bills and banking

A man once asked me the nature of my job. I have to admit, in the very beginning, when I was a housewife, I was shy to say the "homemaker" word because this job is not considered a job. It is so looked down upon that I was ashamed of it. Ashamed that despite the fact thatI am a university graduate, I chose the "easy way" out. That was how I saw myself. That was how the man I spoke to, saw me. His words stuck in me till today. " Oh, easy job la, just wash , clean only maa.....easy la, no need to use brain one..." That was how homemakers are viewed.

Homemakers are discriminated even by their own species. Working women, career women and even , don't be surprised, your own children also discriminate homemakers. I once stumbled a bunch of kids asking each other what their parents work as. This girl replied shyly, " My mom is JUST a housewife, nothing much to tell"....I do not like the word " JUST". I bet if her mother hears of that, her heart will ache.

Well, let me tell you, there are some women who will give up their careers for the family. My mother did it, I did it and some of my friends who are university graduates also did it. So, what's the problem with homemakers? And who ever says homemaking is a peanut job?

Little Chef

2005-10-11T00:03:00.000+08:00

I did't last long ! They were staring at me. Damn ! There were 5 left and Baby had 5 herself.

The minute they came off the oven, the aroma of apple muffin diffused into the bedroom. Snore, snore, snore.......it did not affect me. I have made a vow to keep to strict diet starting today and avoid non sugary food .

2 hours have passed and I was still doing ok until I came home from my drum class and I just had to taste my dotter's skill. I wonder if she has the flare like her mother? One bite turned into 2 . Then crumbs on the table. Yikes....gone in 30 seconds. I must say my little one does have a flare for baking and she takes after her mom, ME.

Baby, you are the best and mummy is real proud of you.

The sweetest thing that she told me was, "Mom, I will not leave you behind after I marry. I want you to come stay with me after I get married".. Thanks baby ! Mummy loves you very much.

Chatroom Massacre

2005-10-10T23:57:00.000+08:00

This whole blogging game is all new to me but it has opened a new dimension for me to other people's world. Instead of hanging around the chatroom night after night, I was introduced to blogging by a friend who was so kind to create my own blog and to help me familiarise with the blogging system. Before 2004, I did not know what a blog is. I hung around the chatroom hoping to find a person who will listen to my problems. I had not way of letting out my frustration and my thoughts. I taught myself how to chat online and there I was, not too long then, I was a self-proclaimed chatworm.

Night and day, day and night, I "lepak" in the chatroom, hoping to find a decent person to talk to me. I was so naive ! I have been chatting online for 2 whole years and probably chatted with thousands of chatters.

The chatroom is like an ocean. There are many fishes ; some are ikan bilis ( they are usually the amateurs) and some are sharks ( veterans). Most of the chatters I chatted with were males; I tried females too but I get brushed off ( chatters usually do not chat with their own species). Anyway, I have become all too familiarised with the culture of the chatworld to the extent that I could forsee the chatters next question and where his questions will lead to.

People go to the chatroom for many reasons. Some go in to look for genuine friends, some look for "extra curricular activities", some go in to kill time and many more countless reasons.

I have encountered along the way single men , married men and gays. Because of the nature of their work, some single men have opted this way to get to know female friends. Well, it is unfair for me to say that the chatroom is full of scums.... I am sure there are some nice people but it is like finding a needle in a haystack. My cousin met his wife through the chatroom and they are happily married. So, there is a light at the end of the tunnel afterall.

Married men? Usually they come into the chatroom during office hours, after 5 pm or late at nights when their family is sound asleep ( these men would use excuses like doing their emailings and working online). There is much hanky panky going on regardless of the time, be it daytime or night time. It usually starts off with a nice "hello" and "asl" and once the ball starts rolling, raunchy chats surface. Cheapthrills, yes, they are looking for. The minute they ask for vital statistics, ladies, get your nike shoes on and run. No point entertaining these men looking for cheapthrills. Now why do they ask for your height and weight if they are just in there for "pure" chats ONLY? Think about it.....height and weight...mmm ....these men must be having their imagination run wild if you ever disclose your vital statistics. I always ask them if they are looking for a maid since they like to ask for biodatas. I have come to a point where I have nearly lost confidence in men. The chatroom has opened my eyes to a whole new world; a world I never knew existed and it scares me a lot especially these people who come into the chatroom are people who are normal during the day and by night, they transform into another person entirely just like Dr Jekyl and Mr. Hyde.

I do not wish to dwell further as it will paint a very ugly but real picture of the chatworld. My friend fell victim to the chatting business and it nearly cost her marriage. She was chatting from her office and she told me she met her soulmate in the chatroom. Months have passed . The relationship with the chatter grew stronger and the time has come for them to exchange phone numbers. The number that she was given was all too familiar. For a minute, she thought she was dreaming but when reality struck, she knew she had to face the music. Little did she know that the person she was flirting with, her so-called soulmate was indeed her husband. He was also looking for some "activities" without his wife's knowledge ! It nearly ended their 10 years marriage.

Parents, please be aware of what your children are doing with their pcs. Monitor them closely.

I must say, for many scums that I have come across, I have been lucky to find a few needles in the haystack. One of them is my friend, who has introduced me to blogging. With the blogs, I finally manage to get in touch with real issues , real people. I get to read their thoughts and visualise their visions. Rant or no rant, I personally find that reading blogs is much better than "loitering" in the chatroom. Now, my time is mostly spent here but occassionally I still visit the chatroom to find out more on interesting characters.

I'd like to convey my sincerest gratitude to Uncle for pathing this way for me. At least I managed to get out of the chatroom before I brain fart myself ( psycho myself) and harbour negative views on men. Thank god, I am saved in the nick of time.

Hey, will I get sued by Yahoo?