You wanna know what I like to do at the end of the day? When things are all wrapped up, kids are in bed, and the computer is off (it’s hardly ever off, actually)? When the world falls silent and you can hear the cockroaches creeping around, when the human race calms down and the senses tunes down?

You know, ASTRO channel’s got this Jazz Music on 111? I turn that one on. Then I grab either a book that I am reading or National Geographic or last week’s newspaper, plonk myself on the sofa armed with a glass of wine and then start reading! Continue reading ‘Why Wine’

No, wait. Let me correct that….Friendster.com has got the crappiest of everything! I don’t know why Friendster is still around despite the current surge of more sophisticated blogging/photo posting/video posting/linking websites around! I think multiply.com is one of the best around. Don’t know, been using it to keep up with my friends and all that and they seem to be working wonders for me. Yeah, I know…how can I miss it with all that hype….myspace too. I also tried the latest launch from yahoo which is their 360 degrees thing. Works pretty much like multiply and myspace actually except that it has all of your Yahoo links, friends, messenger list and stuff in there. Pretty neat if you have everything under Yahoo. Continue reading ‘Friendster’s got the crappiest Blog system’

I don’t get it. I just don‘t. How come men always say that women are hard to understand. We are a really understanding bunch of people who would do anything and everything for the people we love and adore. We don’t expect people to GUESS what we’re trying to say.

Jamie, my dear cousin wrote about how to decipher what women are saying when they say certain words.  I mean, we always say it as it is what…what’s the problem? To rebutt some of the things Jamie said,

When women say ‘Fine‘, they usually mean fine. You mean, men don’t say fine to end an argument or discussion? ‘Five Minutes‘ is standard for all Malaysians, not just women. Continue reading ‘Women Are Difficult To Decipher’

Eh, Merdeka coming lah, so, it’s time to be a little patriotic, rite? I mean, we’re Malaysian what, rite?

Right. I loved your response.

OK, here’s the thing. I love Merdeka. I think it’s very meaningful but then Merdeka, to me, in my personal opinion, I think, I guess, I opine….is more important to some other people than to people like me. Let’s classify ‘like me’….planning to get out somewhere with more freedom of speech!!!! I love Malaysia and admire what the country has become so far but somewhat, if you ask me to sing the ‘Negaraku’ song or wave the Malaysian flag, no way lah. But then we have more than 60% of Malaysians who will what. So…ok-lah. Set lah.

There was once I saw a car that looks like a Malaysian flag. That was way over the top, man! Never see anything like it before, dude! Then got little-little flags all over the roof! Wahlau-eh. Classic case of a man gone bongcus or a man with a flag-production business gone down the drain. Continue reading ‘Would you, Have you ever waved a Malaysian flag?’

Reading Kenny Ng’s blog reminded me of something that happened eons ago….something that I cried buckets of senseless tears over. Well, not really senseless but….yeah, you’ll get what I mean.

Used to stay in my in-law’s place and there’s this really huge, big, ferocious-looking labrador roaming the yard. He looked like he could wolf you down but actually, he is the kind of canine who really likes a scratch.

Anyway, he’s old and he’s always sick. His ass is growing worms and maggots, he can’t hear and one eye’s popped. Gosh, it’s sad just to look at him. He wobbles around to you when you call ‘Blackie…’ and much of what we gave him for food is left uneaten. He looks as if he would like to eat it but didn’t have the energy to chew. Continue reading ‘Blackie No More’

It’s finally completed! IT’S FINALLY DONE!! I don’t know what to say, really.

Most of you know that I am in full support of freelancing and mothers who wants to work from home or start their own business. The idea of writing and publishing my own newsletter have been bouncing around in my grey matter for a long time but because of work load, I have never found the time to do this before.

But it’s all a matter for sitting down and forcing yourself to write it, I guess.

And I finally did it.

You can find the first issue of ATTACHED AT THE HIP Vol. 1, Aug 2007 here. It’s a PDF file that you can download, save, share, email, repost and print (and use it as toilet paper).

Happy reading! Please find me on my website and give me feedback. Don’t worry, I can take quite a beating, so, please don’t be gentle with me! Cheers,

The waves stroked the sandy beach gently beneath a calm, mildly windy afternoon. The sun smiled at the holiday-goers and the sunbathers were rewarded with a healthy tan and beautiful glow. Laughter…that’s what you can hear from the beach. The sound of lapping waves soothes, calms and invited slumber. Ssssshhhh……Ssssshhhhh….Ssssshhhh…..

But in a split second, everything starts to fall apart. You’re sinking in black angry waves! A curtain of dark clouds has been drawn over the sky and flashes of fury lit the nightly sky. You’re struggling for breath….gasping and gulping in salty sea water. As darkness envelopes you, you salvage every breath that you manage to draw into your oxygen-hungry lungs! But you know the clock is ticking and you’re sinking. Sinking….. Continue reading ‘Struggling….sinking’

I don’t know about you but I find amazing how Korean ‘magicians’ (read: Plastic Surgeons) can transform totally normal looking girls into hot ones. Big doe-shaped eyes, perfect teeth, pointy noses, big boods etc. I think going under the knife is a BIG DEAL….this, coming from someone who would rather be refused caffein than being cut up. Suffice to say, I would only consider going under the knife if things were life-threatening.

  Continue reading ‘Amazing Transformations for Korean Popsters: SoNyuhShiDae’

Because he’s not confident about how to pay for things, calculate and ask for the change, Joshua’s never wanted to bring pocket money to school before. I gave him RM2 a day a while back and told him that he could buy ice-cream or nuggets (whatever) in school but he always came home with exactly RM2 and handed it to me like it was dirty.

Today, I have him RM2 for school and told him the same thing. He could use the money to call me on the public phone, buy pencils or erasers, ice-cream, nuggets, etc in school. But he came home with RM1 left!

Joshua: I used my money today, mom
Mom: Really? What did you buy?
Joshua: Well, I didn’t really actually buy anything. I gave it to Gin*
Mom: Gin? The nice girl who has been giving you sweets and erasers and all that? Wow…..but why? Continue reading ‘Little Business People’

I got tagged by Mamasbagoftricks a LLLOOONNNGGGG time ago and procrastinated like nothing else but this is an interesting tag because I am on a very strict diet right now, so, this should test my resistance towards awesome local food. I tell you, as far as food is concerned, Penang Island is my H.E.A.V.E.N. I go Penang and I end up breaking every single rule about proper nutrition, health, balanced diet…blah blah blah. Penang rocks!

And I have a couple of favorite local food…and they’re all from Penang! Hee hee hee…. There’s the ‘har kow chee cheong farn’ which is nothing but chee-cheong-farn with prawn paste on top! Totally unappetizing for foreigners, I suspect but to me, it’s a simple non-fatterning food (I think)! The strong ’stench’ from the prawn paste can be a big turn-off for the unassuming.

Then there’s the Penang Asam Laksa! You ain’t tasted Asam Laksa the way it should be until you’ve eaten one in a Penang stall! Sure, we have a lot of stalls here promising us Penang-flavored Asam Laksa but no way, man. None of them comes close!

Continue reading ‘What is your favorite food in your state or country?’

Frankly speaking, today I am completely drained out! Joshua is having his exam and I have been poking at the chinese electronic dictionary all day! Feel like I am in standard 1 all over again - this time in a Chinese medium school. It’s really no fun and I’ll come right out and admit it….YES, I sometimes pity the poor guy that I do his homework for him. I know I shouldn’t but you should see him cracking his knuckles after 45 minutes of non-stop writing. Try writing for 45 minutes and see if your fingers ache or not?

Continue reading ‘All drained out’