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Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Avoiding Telemarketer
I was having lunch with a friend of mine this afternoon. As we were eating, he got a call from someone. I cant remember much of the conversation, but this is what I can recall :
My Friend : Wah piang eh ! Kenny how are you? Long time no see man. Still playing football ah?
Weii Kenny, dont play leh. Dont play liao, i eating leh. Eh serious la Kenny, how's
your lau bu? Eh Kenny you know that day ah, I damm suey. Kena bang by lorry
then I reached home liao my parents kau peh kau bu. Some more after that, my gf
call me she said want breakup and then ah haven't finish the suey, police come my
house and catch me cos didn't pay summon.
*and a hell lots more, I cant remember much but I know he didn't stop talking*
My Friend : Hello? hello? alooooo?
*and that was the end of the conversation*
Out of curiosity I asked him who was that and he gave me a 50 cent look and answered "Dunno, some telemarketer ;)". I was astonished and went wallowwwwwwww eh.
[4:03 AM]
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
I Am Sorry
I am attempting to write about something I long for, silence.
Truth be told, anyone who is close to me will tell you, I am terrible at silence. Its not exactly like prayer where I can get a free pass and claim the little thoughts, intentional moments, conversational talking with God - prayer. No silence is... well, silent.
No clacking of the keys on the computer, not even staring at the screen to read - it creates sound within. The obvious - no music to help me get in the mood for silence.
I love it, when it comes. But I can admit freely here that I think it scares the shit out of me. I fear what inner voices I'll have to wade though to get to the true quiet. I strangely feel drawn to make the journey to the quiet, and relish when it comes. But I find myself surprised by the void, the open space, when it comes. I sort of flounder about, wondering what it is that I need to fill up that space. This was the case for me tonite. Silence came. I sat with it for about 1 hour, before I got gear up.
I know I have been behaving pretty aggressive lately. I have been selfish, self-centered, doing and thinking for only me. I have judged everyone, demanded they give me what I want and threw horrid temper tantrums when things haven't gone my way. I have broken all the rules, done everything in rebellion, and hurt so many good people along the way. I see the error of my ways.
I've left you feeling unrequited and alone, brought you to tears. Words will not be able to ever express how sorry I am for this, and I have profound regret and sorrow for the multitude of mistakes and harm I have caused. I also apologize for not appreciating how you may feel about an issue or words that someone said. I regret not seeing the world through your eyes and failing to open my heart to your suffering. I am sorry. As I scar you, I scar myself.
[4:32 AM]
Monday, October 29, 2007
Monday Questions
Do men really like breast implants?
Yes. And in a shocking turn of events men also like fast cars, guns, loose women, booze, meat cooked over an open fire, inappropriate jokes, farting and trapping a womans head under the covers, fighting, strippers, beef jerky, loud music, gambling, peeing in public, double bacon cheeseburgers, godzilla, dick and fart jokes, crossbows, ninja swords, pancakes, robots and pro-wrestling. You dumb ass!!!
What makes guys cry?
As much as it pains me to say it; yes men do cry - but only in the following seven scenarios:
1 - When you’ve caught your balls in your zipper.
2 - When you’ve sat on your balls.
3 - When you’ve been hit / kicked or any other physical assault has been perpetrated on your balls.
4 - When your dog dies.
5 - Anytime Angelina Jolie’s bare boobs are present (on film or in person)
6 - After a rather hefty dump.
7 - When, in the original Transformers Animated Movie, Optimus Prime dies.
[10:03 AM]
Friday, October 26, 2007
Happy Halloween
Halloween is just around the corner. I’m all set for Halloween. I got up early this morning and tested the electric fence.
[4:13 PM]
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Rain Rain Rain Rain
This has been one fuxtastic week. The crap has been pouring in on all fronts. When it piles in like it has this week, the tendency is to just get wet ( not that "wet" you are thinking ). That is pretty much what has happened with me- overwhelmed, get wet, and try to weather the rain. Shitty weather. It has been raining like cats and dogs.
It's Wednesday, it's time to go entirely insane. Two more working days and I am gonna have my two days break on the weekend and the following Wednesday is my last day working here. Gonna go to OneU for the RM1 German Beer on Friday and probably hook up with the rest of the gang in Malacca for the rave party. As I was typing the title I started to think wait, is it actually Wednesday? I am so out of the loop in terms of time and days and dates and I seriously for a minute couldn't remember.
I tried to post last nite, but I just couldn't do it. Any time I heard a noise inside or outside of my house I kept thinking that a terrorist had just bombed the shit out of me. But lets leave the death and destruction behind and let me share something with you people. I got a friend who told me her boyfriend cum too fast and not good in bed, not satisfy at all ;) So gentlemen, fasten your seat belt and listen to the 5 Major Mistakes Men Make in the Bedroom.
1. Blowing in her ear too hard. Admit it, some kid at school told you girls love this. Well, there’s a difference between being erotic and blowing as if you’re trying to extinguish the candles on your 5th birthday cake. It really hurts.
2. Biting her nipples. Nipples are highly sensitive. They can’t stand up to chewing. Lick and suck them gently. Flicking your tongue across them is good. Pretending they’re a doggie toy isn’t.
3. Leaving behind the love glove. Condom disposal is the man’s responsibility. You wore it, you store it.
4. No wedgies during foreplay, please. Stroking her gently through her panties can be very sexy. Pulling the material up between her thighs and yanking it back and forth like you are starting a fire is not.
5. Going way too fast. When you get to the penis-in-vagina situation, the worst thing you can do is pump away like a car piston or an industrial power tool - she’ll soon feel like an assembly line worker made obsolete by your technology. Build up slowly, with clean, straight, regular thrusts.
[11:11 AM]
Saturday, October 20, 2007
German Beer
Click and see for yourself, think i'm gonna hit this hard....real hard. German beer for 1 fuxing dollar !
[10:31 AM]
Friday, October 19, 2007
........and again
I was assigned to Cyberjaya server farm this afternoon. As i drove back home, I got another present of the day - a flat tyre. Not againnnnnnnnn !!!!!!!!~!~!~!~!@!#@#$#$%. The tyre was in bad shape and looks more like exploded from terrorist attack. Fortunately, there was a tyre shop around in Puchong and I managed to fix it in no time, only cost me 40 bucks ;)
[4:13 AM]
The Big Hit
As usual every morning i drove to work using the NKVE highway and this morning was the worst I encountered. It's a very metropolitan area. Everyone drives around here and unless it's 3am there is always someone driving in front of you. It never fails.I was driving on the fast lane and was going like 210kmph. Suddenly, this Kenari on the middle lane cruised over to fast lane and I could've bang the shit out of him if I didn't brake on time. I got pissed off and tailgated him so close that I could even tell how many hair he had! I was dangerously close and if he had to slam on his brakes, I would have no doubt, that was the end.
Normally when people gives way I usually wave to them as I drive by THANKING them for moving out of my way. If I'm following them, I'll go ahead and light them up. Most of the time they are just in the way. In this case, I light him up and he gave way and as soon as I took over i glanced at him in a very sarcastic way and he was friendly enough to reply with a middle finger. OK tulan liao, our friend here is seriously tulan. I quickly switched to the second lane and went slow, wanted to show him the right way of expressing your love through middle finger. He drove over to my side and went slow, wind down his window and show me another middle finger. And of course i replied back in a very nice manner - with two middle fingers. As soon as I pointed out both my fingers, I realized he had a safety jacket attached to his seat and a big motherfuxing "POLIS" badge on it. So i sped off and thank God its Thursday.
[3:42 AM]
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Not Again
There's always a moment of truth. If you think your woman would never lie to you, guess again. From little white lies to the more serious variety, most women will curtail the truth at some point in a relationship. Her motivation for lying can stem from wanting to protect your feelings or, sure enough, to save her own butt.
Oh, come on, do you really believe that she wouldn't lie ? Anything? Reality check: There are probably many things she told you, I love you, I miss you. Here's my advice: Whether she hasn't figured it out yet or she's blatantly lying to make you happy, enjoy it while it lasts.
I've never met anyone totally honest, male or female. Think about it . Name one person you know well who has never lied or avoided the truth in front of you. Everyone lies. Everyone I work with lies. My parents lied to me. I lied to my parents. I lie when I feel its in my interests. Its an unfortunate side of human nature.
I HATE lying. I try to avoid it as much as possible. I don’t like being lied to (unless that lie is about the relative size of my ass…then, knock yourself out). I can forgive just about anything, but lying is not one of those things. And it makes me especially mad when I can ever so easily (with a phone call) get written proof that you are lying to me. There is just about no circumstance where lying is better than telling the truth.
Here’s my point for today: DO.NOT.FUXING.LIE.TO.ME.*
*Especially when I can verify that you are lying to me.
THANKS A FUXING LOT. Sometimes i wonder if it hasnt all already happened and this is hell already.
[10:16 AM]
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Swearing at work 'good for business'
Thank f**k for that
By Lester Haines → More by this author
Published Tuesday 16th October 2007 16:00 GMT
There's some good news today for El Reg hacks and indeed anyone who likes a solid bit of effing and blinding at work - the University of East Anglia has found "the use of non-conventional and uncivil language can be a useful emotional release and an effective way of promoting social relationships with others".
Put simply, profanity can reduce stress and promote team bonding with a beneficial knock-on effect for business.
According to the East Anglian Daily Times, Professor Yehuda Baruch, professor of management at the UEA-based Norwich Business School, and graduate Stuart Jenkins conducted a probe to "challenge leadership styles and investigate the positive impact swearing could have".
They suggest that "by allowing staff to swear as a means of expressing feelings of frustration and tension... working conditions could improve".
However, before you lot go rampaging round the office letting rip with a hideous string of expletives, be aware that the researchers advise that "abusive swearing should not be encouraged where it generates increased levels of stress rather than helping to relieve it".*
Prof. Baruch concluded: “We hope that this study will serve not only to acknowledge the part that swearing plays in our work and our lives, but also to indicate that leaders sometimes need to 'think differently', and be open to intriguing ideas.” ®
Bootnote
*ie, telling the boss to "suck a fat one" or calling a colleague a "useless c**t", and so forth.
So start yelling at your boss , " oii knn ccb ! i dont want to do this la ! ma cipet lu!"
[4:21 PM]
Monday, October 15, 2007
Selamat Hari Raya
Selamat Hari Raya Maaf Zahir Batin to all Muslims.
[5:37 AM]
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Brilliant Essay
A 15YEAR-OLD Singaporean, competing against 16 to 18 year-olds, has won the top prize in a writing contest that drew 5,300 entries from 52 countries. In the annual Commonwealth Essay Competition, Amanda Chong of Raffles Girls' School (Secondary) chose to compete in the older category and won with a piece on the restlessness of modern life.
Her short story, titled What The Modern Woman Wants , focused on the conflict in values between an old lady and her independent-minded daughter.
'Through my story, I attempted to convey the unique East-versus-West struggles and generation gaps that I felt were characteristic of young people in my country,' said Amanda,
who likes drama, history and literature and wants to become a lawyer and a politician.
Chief examiner Charles Kemp called her piece a 'powerfully moving and ironical critique of modern restlessness and its potentially cruel consequences'. The writing is fluent and assured, with excellent use of dialogue.
Amanda gets (S$1,590). A Singaporean last won the top prize in 2000, said Britain's Royal Commonwealth Society, which has been organising the competition since 1883. Singaporeans also came in second in the 14- to 15-year-old category, and fourth in the under-12s. Other winners included students from Australia , Canada and South Africa.
What the Modern Woman Wants
By Amanda Chong Wei-Zhen
The old woman sat in the backseat of the magenta convertible as it careened down the highway, clutching tightly to the plastic bag on her lap, afraid it may be kidnapped by the wind. She was not used to such speed, with trembling hands she pulled the seatbelt tighter but was careful not to touch the patent leather seats with her callused fingers, her daughter had warned her not to dirty it, 'Fingerprints show very clearly on white, Ma.' Her daughter, Bee Choo, was driving and talking on her sleek silver mobile phone using big words the old woman could barely understand.
'Finance' 'Liquidation' 'Assets' 'Investments'... Her voice was crisp and important and had an unfamiliar lilt to it. Her Bee Choo sounded like one of those foreign girls on television. She was speaking in an American accent. The old lady clucked her tongue in disapproval.
'I absolutely cannot have this. We have to sell!' Her daughter exclaimed agitatedly as she stepped on the accelerator; her perfectly manicured fingernails gripping onto the steering wheel in irritation.'I can't DEAL with this anymore!' she yelled as she clicked the phone shut and hurled it angrily toward the backseat. The mobile phone hit the old woman on the forehead and nestled soundlessly into her lap.
She calmly picked it up and handed it to her daughter. 'Sorry, Ma,' she said, losing the American
pretence and switching to Mandarin. 'I have a big client in America. There have been a lot of
problems.' The old lady nodded knowingly. Her daughter was big and important. Bee Choo stared at her mother from the rear view window, wondering what she was thinking. Her mother's wrinkled countenance always carried the same cryptic look. The phone began to ring again, an artificially cheerful digital tune, which broke the awkward silence. 'Hello, Beatrice! Yes, this is Elaine.' Elaine. The old woman cringed. I didn't name her Elaine.
She remembered her daughter telling her, how an English name was very important for 'networking', Chinese ones being easily forgotten. 'Oh no, I can't see you for lunch today.I have to take the ancient relic to the temple for her weird daily prayer ritual.' Ancient Relic. The old woman understood perfectly it was referring to her. Her daughter always assumed that her mother's silence meant she did not comprehend. 'Yes, I know! My car seats will be reeking
of joss sticks!'
The old woman pursed her lips tightly, her hands gripping her plastic bag in defence. The car curved smoothly into the temple courtyard. It looked almost garish next to the dull sheen of the ageing temple's roof. The old woman got out of the back seat, and made her unhurried way to the main hall. Her daughter stepped out of the car in her business suit and stilettos and reapplied her lipstick as she made her brisk way to her mother's side. 'Ma, I'll wait outside. I have an important phone call to make,' she said, not bothering to hide her disgust at the pungent fumes of incense.
The old lady hobbled into the temple hall and lit a joss stick, she knelt down solemnly and whispered her now familiar daily prayer to the Gods. Thank you God of the Sky, you have given
my daughter luck all these years. Everything I prayed for, you have given her. She has everything a young woman in this world could possibly want. She has a big house with
a swimming pool, a maid to help her, as she is too clumsy to sew or cook. Her love life has been blessed; she is engaged to a rich and handsome angmoh man. Her company is now the top financial firm and even men listen to what she says. She lives the perfect life. You have given her everything except happiness. I ask that the gods be merciful to her even if she has lost her roots while reaping the harvest of success.
What you see is not true - she is a filial daughter to me. She gives me a room in her big house
and provides well for me. She is rude to me only because I affect her happiness. A young woman does not want to be hindered by her old mother. It is my fault. The old lady prayed so hard that tears welled up in her eyes. Finally, with her head bowed in reverence she planted the half-burnt joss stick into an urn of smouldering ashes. She bowed once more. The old woman had been praying for her daughter for thirty-two years. When her stomach was round like a melon, she came to the temple and prayed that it was a son. Then the time was ripe and the baby slipped out of her womb, bawling and adorable with fat thighs and pink cheeks, but unmistakably, a girl. Her husband had kicked and punched her for producing a useless baby who could not work or carry the family name.
Still, the woman returned to the temple with her new-born girl tied to her waist in a sarong and prayed that her daughter would grow up and have everything she ever wanted. Her husband left her and she prayed that her daughter would never have to depend on a man. She prayed every day that her daughter would be a great woman, the woman that she, meek and uneducated, could never become. A woman with nengkan; the ability to do anything she set her mind to A woman who commanded respect in the hearts of men. When she opened her mouth to speak, precious pearls would fall out and men would listen. She will not be like me, the woman prayed as she watched her daughter grow up and drift away from her, speaking a language she scarcely understood. She watched her daughter transform from a quiet girl, to one who openly defied her, calling her laotu; old-fashioned. She wanted her mother to be 'modern', a word so new there was no Chinese word for it.
Now her daughter was too clever for her and the old woman wondered why she had prayed like that. The gods had been faithful to her persistent prayer, but the wealth and success that poured forth so richly had buried the girl's roots and now she stood, faceless, with no identity, bound to the soil of her ancestors by only a string of origami banknotes. Her daughter had forgotten her mother's values. Her wants were so ephemeral; that of a modern woman.
Power, Wealth, access to the best fashion boutiques, and yet her daughter had not found true happiness.
The old woman knew that you could find happiness with much less. When her daughter left the earth everything. She had would count for nothing. People would look to her legacy and say that she was a great woman, but she would be forgotten once the wind blows over, like the ashes of burnt paper convertibles and mansions. The old woman wished she could go back and erase all her big hopes and prayers for her daughter; now she had only one want: That her daughter be happy. She looked out of the temple gate. She saw her daughter speaking on the phone, her brow furrowed with anger and worry. Being at the top is not good, the woman thought, there is only one way to go from there - down.
The old woman carefully unfolded the plastic bag and spread out a packet of bee hoon in front of the altar. Her daughter often mocked her for worshipping porcelain Gods. How could she pray to
them so faithfully and expect pieces of ceramic to fly to her aid? But her daughter had her own gods too, idols of wealth, success and power that she was enslaved to and worshipped every day of her life. Every day was a quest for the idols, and the idols she worshipped counted for nothing in eternity. All the wants her daughter had would slowly suck the life out of her and leave her, an empty soulless shell at the altar.
The old lady watched her joss tick. The dull heat had left a teetering grey stem that was on the danger of collapsing. Modern woman nowadays, the old lady sighed in resignation, as she bowed to the east one final time to end her ritual. Modern woman nowadays want so much that they lose their souls and wonder why they cannot find it. Her joss stick disintegrated into a soft grey powder. She met her daughter outside the temple, the same look of worry and frustration was etched on her daughter's face. An empty expression, as if she was ploughing through the soil of her wants looking for the one thing that would sow the seeds of happiness.
They climbed into the convertible in silence and her daughter drove along the highway, this time not as fast as she had done before. 'Ma,' Bee Choo finally said. 'I don't know how to put this. Mark and I have been talking about it and we plan to move out of the big house. The property market is good now, and we managed to get a buyer willing to pay seven million for it. We decided we'd prefer a cosier penthouse apartment instead. We found a perfect one in Orchard Road . Once we move in to our apartment we plan to get rid of the maid, so we can have more space to ourselves...'
The old woman nodded knowingly. Bee Choo swallowed hard. 'We'd get someone to come in to
do the housework and we can eat out-but once the maid is gone, there won't be anyone to look after you. You will be awfully lonely at home and, besides that, the apartment is rather small. There won't be space. We thought about it for a long time, and we decided the best thing for you
is if you moved to a Home. There's one near Hougang-it's a Christian home, a very nice one.'
The old woman did not raise an eyebrow. 'I've been there, the matron is willing to take you in. It's beautiful with gardens and lots of old people to keep you company! I hardly have time for you, you'd be happier there.' 'You'd be happier there, really.' Her daughter repeated as if to affirm herself.
This time the old woman had no plastic bag of food offerings to cling tightly to; she bit her lip and fastened her seat belt, as if it would protect her from a daughter who did not want her anymore. She sunk deep into the leather seat, letting her shoulders sag, and her fingers trace the white seat.
'Ma?' her daughter asked, searching the rear view window for her mother. 'Is everything okay?'
What had to be done, had to be done. 'Yes,' she said firmly, louder than she intended, 'if it will make you happy,' she added more quietly. 'It's for you, Ma! You'll be happier there. You can move there tomorrow, I already got the maid to pack your things.' Elaine said triumphantly, mentally ticking yet another item off her agenda. 'I knew everything would be fine.' Elaine smiled widely; she felt liberated. Perhaps getting rid of her mother would make her happier. She had thought about it. It seemed the only hindrance in her pursuit of happiness. She was happy now. She had everything a modern woman ever wanted; Money, Status, Career, Love, Power and now, Freedom, without her mother and her old-fashioned ways to weigh her down...
Yes, she was free. Her phone buzzed urgently, she picked it up and read the message, still beaming from ear to ear. 'Stocks 10% increase!' Yes, things were definitely beginning to look up for her...And while searching for the meaning of life in the luminance of her hand phone screen, the old woman in the backseat became invisible, and she did not see the tears.
[4:50 PM]
Friday, October 12, 2007
Big Suprise
I had a nice surprise last nite that an old friend called me out of the blue. We were at primary school together and played the same game - chess. It didn't make me feel as if I'd sprouted 2 heads, the conversation didn't just stop in mid flow, it was fun, it made me feel good, it was rather nostalgically like old times. I think the sign of a true friendship is that you can just pick up from where you left off, even if a lot of time has past between you both. Its rare and I think you only meet a couple of people in your life time you can do this with. For the most part I think our friends ships are very much ships that pass in the night.
It was nice catching up with her, since she was someone I used to bully. Anyway, it's nice to know that she's doing fine. She reminded me how i used to bully her and left her with a childhood trauma lol. Ok i gotta admit this, i was a big bully in school. When I was in primary school I was the typical big bully. I have been an aggressive person and i was like the ‘hardcore posse’ of the school. It was really more mental bulling rather than anything else. She got to know that I am still "alive" from a friend who attended Nigel's wedding dinner last week. And oh boy, she has been tracking me for the past 5 years. We've agreed to keep in touch and make certain that it's less than 5 years before the next time we talk.
Time flies by us all, and its easy to realize that we haven't been in touch with someone for a long time, suddenly their children are now starting school, we all have new jobs, different houses, new beginnings. I think I am really getting old.
[12:33 PM]
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Touching Stories
Do you ever sit down and think about who you treasure most and what have you done for them before it is too late? Take time to appreciate what you have now.
Story 1
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On the last day before Christmas, I hurried to go to the supermarket to buy the remaining of the gift I didn’t manage to buy earlier. When I saw all the people there, I started to complain to myself,”It is going to take forever here and I still have so many other places to go. Christmas really is getting more and more annoying every year.How I wish I could just lie down, go to sleep and only wake up after it…” Nonetheless, I made my way to the toy section, and there I started to curse the prices, wondering if after all kids really play with such expensive toys. While looking in the toy section, I noticed a small boy of about 5 years old, pressing a doll against his
chest. He kept on touching the hair of the doll and looked so sad. I wondered who was this doll for. Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him, “Granny, are you sure I don’t have enough money?”
The old lady replied, “You know that you don’t have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.”
Then she asked him to stay here for 5 minutes while she went to look around. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. Finally, I started to walk toward him and I asked him who did he want to give this doll to. “It is the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for this Christmas. She was so sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.”
I replied to him that may be Santa Claus will bring it to her, after all, and not to worry. But he replied to me sadly. “No, Santa Claus can not bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the
doll to my mother so that she can give it to her when she goes there.”His eyes were so sad while saying this. “My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mummy will also go to see God very soon, so I thought that she could bring the doll with her to give it to my sister.”
My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said, “I told daddy to tell mummy not to go yet. I asked him to wait until I come back from the supermarket.” Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me, “I also want mummy to take this photo with her so that she will not forget me.” I love my mummy and I wish she doesn’t have to leave me but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.”
Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.I quickly reached for my wallet and took a few notes and said to the boy, “What if we checked again, just in case if you have enough money?”
“Ok,” he said. “I hope that I have enough.”
I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll, and even some spare money. The little boy said, “Thank you God for giving me enough money.”
Then he looked at me and added, “I asked yesterday before I slept for God to make sure I have enough money to buy this doll so that mummy can give it to my sister. He heard me.” “I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mummy, but I didn’t dare to ask God too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and the white rose.”
“You know, my mummy loves white rose.”
A few minutes later, the old lady came again and I left with my trolley. I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn’t get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local newspaper article 2 days ago, which mentioned of a drunk man in a truck who hit a car where there was one young lady and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-assisting machine, because the young lady would not be able to get out of the coma.
Was this the family of the little boy?
Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young lady had passed away.I couldn’t stop myself and went to buy a bunch of white roses and I went to the mortuary where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wish before burial.
She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place crying, feeling that my life had been changed forever. The love that this little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to that day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk man had taken all this away from him.
Story 2
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My husband is an Engineer by profession, I love him for his steady nature, and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders. Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me loving him before, has now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness. I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feelings, I yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband, is my complete opposite, his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about love. One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce.
"Why?" he asked, shocked. "I am tired, there are no reasons for everything in the world!" I answered. He kept silent the whole night, seems to be in deep thought with a lighted cigarette at all times.
My feeling of disappointment only increased, here was a man who can't even express his predicament, what else can I hope from him? And finally he asked me:" What can I do to change your mind?" Somebody said it right, it's hard to change a person's personality, and I guess, I have started losing faith in him.
Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered : "Here is the question, if you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind, Let's say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death, will you do it for me?" He said :" I will give you your answer tomorrow...." My hopes just sank by listening to his response.
I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting, underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near the front door, that goes....
My dear, "I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain the reasons further.." This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading. "When you use the computer you always mess up the Software programs, and you cry in front of the screen, I have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs.
You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you. You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city, I have to save my eyes to show you the way.
You always have the cramps whenever your "good friend" approaches every month, I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy. You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom.
You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails,and help to remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand... and tell you the colour of flowers, just like the color of the glow on your young face...
Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do... I could not pick that flower yet, and die.. " My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting... and as I continue on reading...
"Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk...
I rush to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread.... Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone...
That's life, and love. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and dullness.
Love shows up in all forms, even very small and cheeky forms, it has never been a model, it could be the most dull and boring form.. . flowers, and romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface of the relationship. Under all this, the pillar of true love stands... and that's our life... Love, not words win arguments...
[5:51 PM]
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
Tuesday Blue
Sometimes, when you’re feeling down and it seems like the world is out to get you, you need to learn to take refuge in the simpler and finer things in life. If you feel alone and like no one understands you the best thing to do is to find yourself some companionship. I’ve always found that the best companion is the one who finds you irresistible and hangs on your every word. A companion who is always excited to see you no matter what time and one who thinks the world revolves around you. One who is bright eyed every time you walk through the door and who will do anything to get your attention. That’s right, if you’re feeling down the best thing for you to do is talk with Donz.
erimin.blogspot.com says:
Hi there.
Tsiu Weng says:
wtf?
erimin.blogspot.com says:
Wahh u so rude, i thought u r the softer type.
Tsiu Weng says:
knn ttyl ... bz bye
After 1 minute,
erimin.blogspot.com says:
optimus prime, i need help
Tsiu Weng says:
wtf?
erimin.blogspot.com says:
r u optimus prime ?
Tsiu Weng says:
knn ttyl ... bz bye
erimin.blogspot.com says:
ahh come on, i need you to save the world
Donz, no matter what breed, brings joy to the people around him. He can change the environment in which you live and change your way of seeing the world. But Donz isn't for everyone and there are things that everyone should consider before procuring Donz. Because I know how important the ordering of Donz can be - having done so on multiple occasions.
[2:55 PM]
Monday, October 08, 2007
Bachelor's Nite & Wedding Dinner
Nothing much to update except for Nigel's ( one of my best friend ) wedding over the weekend. Lets cut the crap and allow me to show you guys the pictures, pictures speak louder than words.
Event : Bachelor's Nite ( Dinner & "Nite-Out" )
Date : 4th October 2007
Venue : Baby Seafood, Klang
After the dinner, we had a little "party".
And here's the dinner :
Event : Wedding
Date : 6th October 2007
Venue : Klang Executive Club, Klang
[4:10 AM]
Saturday, October 06, 2007
Hotel Management
Every friend I have had told me that I was a hotel snob. No shit. I thought of myself as more of a common man, but they are correct. I must be more asshole than I thought. It is kind of weird that I am so particular on hotels because I have lived in some real shit holes in my day. Why can't I enjoy myself in hotel? I fuxing pay for it ! But seriously, if you are in the hotel industry you should really look at some of the important shits to do with your hotel.
1. Real Estate: Assume that I enjoy airing out my balls when I get out of the shower. Give me some room to loosen up.
2. Duvets: If they have comforter covers then that means they wash them everyday. If they have some floral cover over the bed, throw that in the hall using plastic gloves. Better yet, throw it at the corrider wall. If the semen doesn't get it to stick, the shit wipes will.
3. Air Conditioning: I don't care if you are in Iceland, you need air fuxing cond. I would like to be buried underneath my covers listening to that thing whiz.
4. Thick Drapes: There's nothin worse than getting woken up by a piercing ray of sunlight at 6 AM. I need both sides to connect and they have to be thick. Blackout baby.
5. Spectravision: One HBO Channel doesn't cut it. No child locks either. Call me crazy, but I would rather just hit the Select button rather than calling downstairs... "Can you fuxing switch the channel to ESPN?"
6. Diner on Premises: Open late as well. Breakfast served all day. Never know when you'll need a Penang Char Kuey Teow or Ipoh Yong Tau Foo.
7. Meticulous and Timely Cleaning staff: I will be treating your room like a pair of rental jet skis. A herd of elephants has nothing on me. After the daily destruction I will be in a coma for 12 hours so don't try any "Housekeeping. Oh you are still asleep" at 10 AM bullshit. When I stumble downstairs for my super delicious waffle you should understand that this is the time to pick up my room. Buff the throne with a fine chamy because I may stop in for a shit before my trip to the pool.
8. Late check out: This is very hard to find, but a huge bonus when allowed.
9. Big White Towels: The bigger the better. If I see a spot on it, I assume some guy, just like me, wiped his ass with it. Bleach it and clean it. I unconciously know that the towel I am using has been swiped thru some guy's ass, but I would prefer that thought to be repressed.
That's it. If you are in Hotel Management let me know if you need any tips. It is actually quite simple. The customer is a selfish baby. When I am hungry- I wanna eat, when I am full- I wanna shit, when I am tired- I wanna sleep. If you see a barrier that delays these needs, remove it.
[9:31 AM]
Friday, October 05, 2007
Im Gonna Quit Smoking
Yes you heard it rite, IM GONNA FUXING QUIT SMOKING !
I don't know how, I've tried a couple of times, never got anywhere with it. Still smoke like a motherfuxing fiend, don't know how to stop, hate myself for doing it, feel stupid and dirty and these days it's such a hassle anyway, not to mention expensive. Don't know how, but I'M GOING TO QUIT SMOKING!
This is it, for the last time, I am going to stop smoking once and for all. I am sick and tired of being a slave to those fuxing cancer sticks. We are all creatures of habit and I am a slave to smoking habit. Smoking is the toughest thing to quit, but people do it every day. I think that if you look at it as a process of taking control of your life, a positive process of empowerment, you'll have a good chance. You're stronger than the ciggies-- that sort of thing. I think one of the main reasons it’s so hard to quit smoking is because all the benefits of quitting and all the dangers of continuing seem very far away.
Actually, angry or frustrated smokers like me will agree with me. We don’t like to smoke but have become so accustomed to it that sometimes we do it out of habit and then it suddenly occurs to us like "Knn, actually I hate smoking! Wtf am I smoking?". To all you young’ins - Please don’t start smoking if you have not started doing so! Some years down the road, you’ll be like me. Sad, you know.
I intend to quit smoking on 1st January 2008, new year resolution. That only leaves me like 2 months of smoking but who's counting?Anyway, I'll be whining about my progress here regularly. 31st December 2007 night will be my last cigerrette. So, to all concerned, to all reading this post, please feel free to tell me that I am doing the right thing. Educate me about the number of toxic chemicals I am pumping into my blood with every single breath that I take. Please nag me, corner me, bug me, drive me bananas about this mission. I give you permission to pester me every single minute until the moment I am completely smoke-free. Please remind me if I forget or decide to back out. Please email me if I delete this post because I think I can’t do it.
Anyway I am making this promise to myself, my family and my love one that I am going to go for it once and for all. I want my life back and I'm gonna really give it my all to get it back.
[4:31 AM]
Thursday, October 04, 2007
I Am So Proud Of her
She's 8. Where is that little baby I held so close and used to play with? The scraped knees, the melted ice cream, the cute little dress she wore. She has grown up in a blink. Not all the way, although she would tell you otherwise. She is my cousin.
I met her boyfriend before. He's funny and smiles a lot. They seem to have a good relationship. I'm very proud of her, she's had many struggles in her years but look at her shine!
In so many ways, she has taught me a great deal about what is and is not important, what is and is not a waste of time, and she has definitely showed me how to accept my inherent capacity for greatness through her examples. There are so many moments she is unaware where she has made me rethink my life and efforts.
I was prepared and I knew it was gonna happen. I attended her wedding last Saturday. Each and every time I meet my relatives there's gonna be a lot of them who would graciously share their homes and life stories. I am in awe.
I am so proud of her. What and awesome gal. I wish the both of them happiness and together forever ever, God bless them.
[3:34 AM]
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
Quitting My Job
This is not exactly news to some of you, but for those who don't already know: I'm leaving my job.
Several months ago, I started having a crisis of conscience about where my life was headed - and how I've come to realize that success is not the same as money. I had no idea what kind of Pandora's box that opened. Most of you would probably think I'm crazy if you knew how much money I was giving up ( not really that much actually ). And yeah, you'd probably have a point. I am a miserable little square peg that simply does not fit into the fancy round hole.
But fear not, there is a plan for what I'm doing next. I'm hoping to reclaim my life.
I've been working for this famous company for some time. I have lots of monthly payments and i can't just simply quit. I was feeling a little down today because of my lack of focus. I will start a project, then think it’s not good enough and scrap it. My “follow-thru” is lacking. Too many ideas, too little action! I can’t even count.
Quitting a hated job lifts your spirits like you have no idea. I never like the job, I stayed at that job, cringing all the way through the drawn-out days, weeks and months. Here are the two main excuses I made for staying:
1) This is the highest pay in my career field. I'll never find something that gives me the lifestyle I live now.
2) Most people hate their job, so I have no right to whine about mine.
All two, dead end rationales, bound for grinding despair.
Folks, if you hate your job, it will slowly devour your soul regardless of the short term material gain. Every year in a despised job makes you less human because most of us have to spend eight hours a day, five days a week chipping away at that drudgery. At some point you have to take a risk and get the fux out, there's no other way around it.
No one ever did anything worth re-telling more than twice by not taking risks.
So I'm moving on with an extreme career change. I think I'm gonna sell sex toys.
[4:44 AM]