Sunday, October 31, 2010

Junk Sale

Last Friday I participated a junk sale along with my friend Kris.

It was a good time to sell all my shit to earn some money to go to Korea. Yes, I'm THAT poor.

ANYWAYs, my brother had to help me carry all my stuff up many stairs, many elevators and many many bags.

Then as he left me there to set up my racks alone, I saw him turn his head back to look at me several times and each time with eyes and face redder than the other.

Then I knew he was worried to leave me there alone.

And my heart went 'awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww' cos I knew my big bro loves me alot.


Batman and Robin

I haven't slept in 2 days.

I came home from my friend's son's first birthday and I was shocked to find Tingting playing with a white rat.... which turned out to be her kid.


So now, she has 2 puppies.

and the puppies is white with black and black with white.

Like HEI BAI WU CHANG. The spirits that ferry your soul to hell.

Not surprised seeing that their mother is part dog, part devil.

And I just had a heart attack sunday when rose was just minding her own business with tingting (probs in motherhood mode) jumped up and bit rose till both her ears were shredded and that part of her mouth was pierced by her own teeth. There was alot of dog screaming, baby screaming, me screaming, my sis in law screaming, my maid screaming etc etc. And alot alot of blood. Like a massacre.

We came to a conclusion that tingting has gone flipping mad with jealousy (shes tied up all the time cos shes crazy) and motherhood agressiveness.

And tingting isn't the most maternal mother. She kept sitting on her puppies neck. well especially the white one, we don't think she likes her that much cos she wasn't like her colour (mix-bred with dalmation).

Oh, and I've decided to name them batman and robin. We'll see when they grow up which name is more suitable for who!

Toodles. I'm off to crankydom.

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Just when I thought I've lost all hope in you, you surprised me with roses!

Thank you.

But it doesnt mean I've forgiven your lazy ways already!

Thursday, October 21, 2010

I am an honest person.

This is the exact (well, near exact) cartoon of me!

See how my belly is round and how big my boobies are?

Ok la, given hair not so long and I don't have a doll cut. But people who see this thinks of me!

And I love wearing flip flops.

And always is spotted with some junk food in my hand.


And my face is super round.


Sunday, October 10, 2010

Well said.

"..........................My mother is the darkness of my existence. She has constantly bullied me in her desire to always feel like she’s “better” than me, somehow, and she’ll buy me things as though that makes up for her bullshit. She has always harassed me and yelled at me for being fat (she hates fat people, even if they’re her own children—so much for unconditional love), which only exacerbates my own depression and stress. I just can’t deal with this. I can’t. I hate feeling so downtrodden because of her, and it’s just not healthy for me. I feel like somehow, I’ve subconsciously stayed fat just to spite her for being so overbearing. She won’t let me do so much as breathe without having some negative bullshit to say about it.............."

Well said. Well said.

Friday, October 8, 2010

The Dead Duck

The Dead Duck

A woman brought a very limp duck into a veterinary surgery. As she lay her pet on the table, the Vet pulled out his stethoscope and listened to the bird's chest. After a moment or two, the vet shook his head sadly and said, "I'm so sorry, Cuddles has passed away." The distressed owner wailed, "Are you sure? "Yes, I am sure. The duck is dead," he replied. "How can you be so sure," she protested. "I mean, you haven't done ny testing on him or anything. He might just be in a coma or something." The vet rolled his eyes, turned around and left the room, and returned a few moments later with a black Labrador Retriever.

As the duck's owner looked on in amazement, the dog stood on his hind legs, put his front paws on the examination table and sniffed the duck from top to bottom. He then looked at the Vet with sad eyes and shook his head. The vet patted the dog and took it out, and returned a few moments later with a beautiful cat. The cat jumped up on the table and also sniffed delicately at the bird. The cat sat back on its haunches, shook its head, meowed softly and strolled out of the room. The Vet looked at the woman and said, "I'm sorry, but as I said, this is most definitely, 100% certifiably, a dead duck."

Then the vet turned to his computer terminal, hit a few keys and produced a bill which he handed to the woman. The duck's owner, still in shock, took the bill. "$150!", she cried, "$150 just to tell me my duck is dead?!!" The vet shrugged. "I'm sorry. If you'd taken my word for it, the bill would have been only $20, but what with the Lab Report and the Cat Scan ...."

Thursday, October 7, 2010

King Julian



I couldnt' stop laughing. Because it is that good.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010


My dad forwarded me this mail yesterday.. and I thought it'd be good to share it with everyone...

A woman baked chapati for members of her family and an extra one for a
hungry passerby. She kept the extra chapati on the Window-sill, for
whosoever would take it away. Everyday, a hunchback came and took away the
chapati. Instead of expressing gratitude, he muttered the following words as
he went his way: "The evil you do remains with you: The good you do, comes
back to you!" This went on, day after day. Everyday, the hunch-back came,
picked up the chapati and uttered the words: "The evil you do, remains with
you: The good you do, comes back to you!" The woman felt irritated. "Not a
word of gratitude," she said to herself...

"Everyday this hunchback utters this jingle! What does he mean? "One day,
exasperated, she decided to do away with him. "I shall get rid of this
hunchback," she said. And what did she do? She added poison to the Chapatti
she prepared for him! As she was about to keep it on the window sill, her
hands trembled. "What is this I am doing?" she said Immediately, she threw
the chapati into the fire, prepared another one and kept it on the window-
sill. As usual, the hunchback came, picked up the chapati and muttered the
words: "The evil you do, remains with you: The good you do, comes back to
you!" The hunchback proceeded on his way, blissfully unaware of the war
raging in the mind of the woman.

Everyday, as the woman placed the chapati on the window-sill, she offered a
prayer for her son who had gone to a distant place to seek his fortune. For
many months, she had no news of him.. She prayed for his safe return. That
evening, there was a knock on the door. As she opened it, she was surprised
to find her son standing in the doorway.. He had grown thin and lean. His
garments were tattered and torn. He was hungry, starved and weak. As he saw
his mother, he said, "Mom, it's a miracle I'm here. While I was but a mile
away, I was so famished that I collapsed. I would have died, but just then
an old hunchback passed by. I begged of him for a morsel of food, and he was
kind enough to give me a whole chapati."As he gave it to me, he said, "This
is what I eat everyday: today, I shall give it to you, for your need is
greater than mine!" " As the mother heard those words, her face turned pale.

She leaned against the door for support. She remembered the poisoned chapati
that she had made that morning. Had she not burnt it in the fire, it would
have been eaten by her own son, and he would have lost his life! It was then
that she realized the significance of the words:"The evil you do remains
with you: The good you do, comes back to you!"
peace on earth alas! The kittens are saved!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ;)

The guy she contracted was so unprofessional and knew jackshit of his job he even dropped the kitten from a height of 10feet.

then as last resort he had to hack a small portion of the wall about d size of my palm to let the kittens out. he was so afraid the kitten would scratch him. WTF??!?!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!?!? WTF is wrong with him and her? WTF. Idiots.

But the damage to the wall was minimal and the kittens are alive. the mother was walking about downstairs looking for them.

Bless their souls.

Those who feel that animals lives are any less than humans should go fuck themselves.

Monday, October 4, 2010

There are no words to describe how mad I am now.

My secretary, or rather, she prefers to be the boss of me, removed the ceiling headboards when she heard kittens meowing.

She told the contractor to come and remove the kittens, but was only able to grab one and threw it out of the office onto the roads. God bless the kittens soul.

The rest of the kittens unfortunately fell through a hole in the partition, and is stuck in the wall partitions and cant get out. The level is too high for anyone to get down and the hole is too small. The whole office wreaks of cat poo and the cat hasn't ate or drank anything in 2 days. I suspect they are dying already and one may be dead as the smell of poo is really strong.

I tried for 3 hours to get the kittens out but what did you do? You just sat there and yakked and yakked on the phone. fucking hell.

FUCKING BITCH. Doesn't even want to call the contractor and I had to call the contractor myself. And he was reluctant to come.

FUCKING BITCH. Its all your fault. You fucking murderer. Who told you to be a smart alec and remove the ceiling boards?

I hope you burn in hell while you watch me try to rescue the kittens and you yakking on the phone with your friends. I hope you burn in hell.

You deserve to be dead for all the things you've done, instead of the innocent kittens.

Sunday, October 3, 2010


I flip open the newspapers and there is not one page that I go through that racism isn't there.


Why has Malaysia gotten till this stage?

Why can't the races get along with each other like Singapore? For obvious reasons I will not mention (here or anywhere for that matter), it is depressing seeing our motherland in this state.

Malaysia is a beautiful country. Without our 3 major races, Malaysia would be nothing. Let's be honest. Each of the races are vibrant and colourful in their culture, history and ways of life. There is no denial of that. And to incorporate all these different things into everyday living - together, makes it even more beautiful.

I have best friends who are Indian AND Malay and I find them amazing and would not wish to be torn apart from them.

There is only one thing that is common in all Malaysians.

All Malaysians are bound by FOOD.

Let me give you a brief description as to why each race plays an important part in our nation's growth.

CENDOL. You tell me which person can resist cendol. Even those patients with bursting cholestrol levels will die for this local dessert (of which origin is unknown to me). Indian, Malays and Chinese. We've all had it, and we all have loved it for what it is. A cold, tasty treat. And we're happy standing under the hot sun slurping on these yummy babies till the last drop of ice.

Cendol is basically made out of ice, santan (coconut milk), red beans (paste), gula melaka, green jelly worm thingys and sometimes pulut.

Ok. We can split this up in terms of ingredients to each race.

Santan comes from the indians (because its usually the indian men who sell them at the market? - zzzz -__-'' don't kill me please! ) they also add lots of it to their delicious curries.

Red beans come from chinese people. red bean mooncake, red bean bun. ice also comes from the chinese i think because of the ice balls back then!

gula melaka - definitely the malays. i think i saw it a few times when i was a kid on tv3 when there weren't many programs in the day so they'd just schedule educational programs such as gula melaka and rubber tapping etc etc.

i believe the pulut and the green worm thingy also comes from the malays- might be wrong, so open for discussion. but everytime i hear d word pulut i think of the malays and their ketupats (YUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM)

ANYWAY, this post is getting out of hand because I thought I'd give a witty and charming post on how our 3 races should get along with each other to produce an even better country. But alas it turned out to be cringey. and sad. and pathetic. I am depressed with my own writing skills.It has gone down the drain since my secondary school days. ANYWAY.....

Just like this desert. If is lacking of any ingredient, it'd taste awful definitely. imagine drinking ice with just gula melaka and the other condiments, or pure santan with gula melaka or ice with santan. Everything needs to be combined to get the greatest combination of all. The perfect dessert for such a hot weathered country.

I sincerely hope that all Malaysians will get along with one another. Don't let a matchstick destroy the whole forest. Malaysia has come too long a way to be split apart just like that.

1 Malaysia. 1 Country. 1 Vision.

Lame, I know. I tried to be cool, but didn't come off exactly!