Japanese Buffet at Shangri-la

This is especially for my sister.




Aphrodisiac.




How is it possible that such a simple, carrot and beef soup can taste so heavenly?




I had three whole plates of these strawberries!



Strawberries and cheese. Made for each other!



These little dessert wonders can cause a storm in those teacups!




*BuRp*

Colors and Packaging

Man, why torture me on a Saturday morning?

I can't tell the difference.....







Where's my coffee?

Now That's Customer Service!

I am absolutely delighted. Never in my life would I have expected such a high standard of service from Giant Supermarket.
See, last week on Monday, I was over at a shopping complex for lunch. After that, some colleagues and I headed down to the Giant Supermarket at the lower ground floor of the complex, to buy some food stuff for those late nights in the office. Or for those times where our brains are at a deadlock, and junk food serves to revive it somehow. Usually after lunch anyways.
While we were browsing, I came across a big sign that promotes an inflatable pool for kiddies for only RM9.99! Well, I couldn't possibly do anything more than to just my ankles in that pool, but it would be real fun for Joey and Cody.
AaaahhHHhhh, just imagine that.....



So, on Thursday I went back to the place to purchase it.
Lo and behold, as with usual Malaysian shopping experiences (I'm very patriotic I know) the cashier rung up RM24.99 instead of RM9.99! Boy, was I pissed.
To top it all off, instead of apologizing for their mistake, they quickly took the wrong sign down, and the cashier asked me, "Jadi, ini mau bayar ke mau cancel?"
...to which I was dumbfounded, "Tapi...sana you punya harga kata RM9.99..."
And her reply was the ever so classic. "Itu bukan salah kita!"
My colleague, who also wanted one of those inflatable pool, asked her, "Jadi ini salah masyarakat ah?"
So I courteously replied, "Tak apalah, bukan salah you, bukan salah saya jugak. Saya pergi complain saja."
And we walked off.
Fuming all the way back to the office, I schemed.
And so.....
I called the manager of that branch and demanded that they honour the price I saw, failing which, I will drop by at the Consumer's Association for a visit.
Not only was the Manager, Mr Lingam, totally polite and apologetic, he also offered to sell the pool to me at the indicated price!
Now that, ladies and gentlemen, is exemplary conduct.

So now..... someone's having a good time.....




*Joey however, feels rather differently. She totally screamed, "I'm gonna drown!I'm gonna drown!"

Especially Dedicated to Fox

Happy Burfday to YooOOoUuuu, Happy Burfday to YoooOOoUuuu, Happy Burfday to Oh!FooOOoXxxx, Happy Burfday to you!



My my...how you've changed.... from two years ago...




Now that you're all grown up, there are some things you can't do anymore....

Like going off to frolick by yourself...




Or hide away from the rest of the world.....




Or put other people's nut in between your legs



But MOST OF ALL.....

DON'T BE SECRETIVE ANYMORE!



*well well...for someone who goes to SECRET Recipe for his birthday.....

The Omen - Oh Man!

It was supposed to give me a good fright and scare me shitless in my pants. Other than one or two jumps out of my seat, I’d have to say The Omen was nothing spectacular. Having seen the original that gave me nightmares for days, this remake simply didn’t quite make the cut. It definitely wasn’t Julia Stiles’ best effort, but then again, not much was required from her boring role as the sick and pained mom. There are only two things which I liked about the movie, which are Seamus Davey-Fitzpatrick’s Damien, and Mia Farrow’s psycho nanny.
Movie aside, perhaps thought should be given to the origins of the idea of “anti-Christ” itself. I managed to find loads of articles from people with different ideas on what anti-Christ means, from biblical scholars to writers.
I must admit that I’m not a “wholistically” religious person. But I do believe in God and all the miracles that he has showered upon His children. I believe in the fact that there exists an upper being who watches over us, the One who is the center of all good and the opposite of all evil.
So this idea of the existence of the “anti-Christ” both amuses and worries me. It has exactly the adverse effects of knowing there will always be an epitome of goodness in the world with the existence of God; that one day, evil is coming to get us. I am reminded in flickers of memories of my days as a young child brought up by grandparents who are survivors of WWII, and whose ideas of discipline comes in the form of instilling fear in children. Things like, “if you don’t hold my hand tightly when we’re out, the black monster will come and catch you!”
As a child, I had morbid thoughts that come to mind, partly due to the constant barraging ideas that spill from my grandmother’s mouth in her bid to control us, and partly due to TV. I envisioned that WWIII would start at the height of my life, in my teens when I am young and vulnerable, and I would be reduced to smudging coal on my face to disguise as a boy when I should be dressed in frilly dresses and attending tea parties. Or hanging out in malls.
But all that is nothing; nothing at all compared to imagining what would happen if the world would be taken over by evil. Do we fall slowly into Damien’s trap of lies and deceit, which would render us a step too deep into the mud of evil? Would he invoke his army of Satan worshippers and banish us from our world of liberty? Worse still, would he wipe out the entire human race, so that we will have the inevitable fate of enduring his barbecued haven in eternity? Would he dethrone God from our lives as Savior of our souls?
Man, all I want to do is to be able to walk my dog everyday, have a good cup of tea!

Some People Capitalize on Animals

When I needed good homes for my puppies, I sent out an email *refer to last blog entry*.
And this was my favorite reply:


Just because a puppy or kitten ends up at the SPCA does not necessarily mean that it will be put to sleep. Adoption drives is high on SPCA priority list.

The SPCA is not a dumping ground where you bring whatever unwanted puppies (kittens) you have because of mismanagement of your bitch. If it comes to it and no homes are found the puppies would have to be put to sleep but SPCA is really only cleaning up the irresponsibility of owners that will perpetuate if the puppies are going to be released without being spayed / neutered (not that release in woods / dumping site is a sensible option). Further is it a better option to be put to sleep or left at a dumpsite to starve?

That statement gives the impression that anything that enters the SPCA is put down effective from the moment the little paw crosses the threshold. This is erroneous and this thinking that is forwarded to countless people gives a false impression and erodes the good work that the SPCA is trying to do. Putting down puppies and kittens is not the priority of the SPCA but given the sheer numbers that come through, the SPCA is not faced with any other option. If you have a better plan of what to do with the 20 -30 000 stray animals each year dumped at the SPCA, please do suggest some. The SPCA is not a dog pound.

Just to let you know the SPCA runs foster programmes, adoption drives and spay neuter programmes so that the amount of animals that have to be put to sleep is lessen as the years pass.

In what way did I mention it was my bitch who screwed up, you bitch? And then you go and contradict yourself by saying that if it really comes to it the puppies would be put to sleep.
So let me clarify and bitchify your smarty pants answer.
I'm sure adoption is high on the SPCA priority list. How else are they going to rip RM250 off your pockets? And if it that really is the case, how do you explain that I managed to find 5 puppies five good homes in less than 2 weeks (among so many people who called and came to enquire), but that SPCA has to put to sleep thousands of them every year?
I'm not the only one who thinks so: http://blog.menj.org/2005/11/30/spca-are-scum/
I'm not saying they're Cruella in disguise. All I'm saying is, if I'm allowed to offer my humble opinion, is that perhaps it's not a very feasible approach. If you want to encourage adoption, why tag such a price on them? I can totally understand that SPCA needs to make ends meet as well, but it's something like a chicken and egg situation. If you don't give the dogs away, you have to spend more money to continue to sustain them. If you're all out to make money from them, why not train them up and you can have a dog circus? Why not make them jump loops, walk on charcoal and swing on the trapeze? Or if you can't be bothered, why not sell them to the Royal London Circus? *this by the way, is my 'suggestion' of what to do with the animals*
The point lies in the education of pet owners that they have a responsibility and should not just own a pet for the sake of having one.
And seriously, they are not here to "clean up the irresponsibility of owners". If your 16 year old kid screws up and ends up having a baby, do you put the baby to sleep? I know this sounds a bit far fetched, but could it be remotely possible that there are people out there who wouldn't want their beloved pet to go through life without ever having had a feeling of what it's like to be a parent, or worse still, to let them die a virgin? And if it is a better option to be put to sleep rather than to be starving, then should we round up all the homeless and people living in poverty and put them to sleep?
So don't talk like an animal lover if you don't even recognize their rights.

A Caring Society

Some time ago I sent out this email:

Hi everyone,
This is quite a desperate attempt to save some puppies from the fate of being roadkill, or eaten or die.
My cousin's golden retriever gave birth to 5 mongrel puppies. Their family have insufficient means to keep the puppies, and is going to just release them into the woods, or rubbish dump site, wherever is convenient.
If you have the means of adopting one of these puppies and give them shelter or save them from being left to fend for themselves, please call me at 012 *******. Bring one home so they don't have to die.
We could of course go to SPCA, but this would only mean the puppies would be put to sleep.
Otherwise, please help forward this to friends whom you think might be interested in giving these puppies a home.

The response was tremendous. I was inundated with calls from friends' friends' friends' friends', some eager to adopt, some concerned about the puppies. And now thanks to all my friends, their friends, their friends' friends', lalalala, all the five adorable little ones have been adopted.

My utmost gratitude to Jess, Juliet, Vianney&Michael, and Tony for the open arms they have provided to these puppies, for their willingness and readiness to give these puppies a good life. And for those that I have had to turn away, my apologies for I have found the above individuals to be the most suitable people to adopt them puppies.

Of course, as in all things in life, this didn't go smoothly down like beer in the throat la. There were strange phone calls from people who didn't only want the puppy, they were desperate for them. I had to stress time and again that we cannot just want a puppy for the sake of having one, we must be prepared physically and mentally to adopt a new being in our lives and the responsibilities that come with it.
*read: when you are too young/ not ready to have a pet, your golden retriever gets pregnant and have mongrel puppies*

And then there were those who were genuinely concerned about what would happen to the puppies. Thanks to Rena, I am now a firm believer that we can help if we really try. Also Lisa, whom I had a long conversation with, over the need for education of pet owners.
So many people actually came and played with the puppies. Kudos to Jess, who actually helped us bathe the pups, and towelled them dry (of course, kudos to Jess also, for bringing Lucky to a home with a massive garden and a swimming pool). Tiger will be having a good time frolicking in the garden and tugging at his owner's blanket at night, Princess will be absolutely at her Royal Highness best at Tony's, and Sasa is being fussed all over at Juliet's.
What of Jack?
He's now called Cody, and he lives at Jason's, which is a stone's throw away from my place. Yippee!!!

Jack is the new man in my life. Ok, the new boy in my life. Ok, not really in my life. Just temporarily. And it saddens me so.
This little fat, fluffy rabbit look-alike has captured my heart and I have fallen truly, madly, deeply in love. Ok, more like hook, line and sinker. One little whimper and I fly to his rescue, one little look of sadness, and I pick him up and cradle him. He seems to get along well with Joey too, which came as a surprise to me. He seems to know how to pull my heart strings perfectly well, and to pull off that “I’m cold. Cuddle me!” look. Gosh.
I took Princess and Jack back with me yesterday, and they slept cuddled close to me as I watched TV. Reminded me of those times Joey would squirm her way onto my lap and make herself comfortable there.
A sudden recollection also came to me. A long time ago when I first brought Joey home, a friend told me that when a girl is ready to wholly own a dog, it means she’s ready for motherhood. Bollocks. A dog is a friend, companion and the best thing to have. Better than a sister. Right, Jee?
A dog is someone you can talk to, and they won’t talk back or disagree with you. Or say “I told you so.” A dog is someone you can watch TV with, and they won’t tell the story before you watch it. A dog is someone who is happy to have a bit of whatever you’re eating, and make you their idol from then on. A dog is someone who can teach you about responsibility, caring for others, and fun.
A dog is not just a dog.
Hang on there Joey, Jack and Princess; I’m coming home straight after work.

Happy Birthday

I’ve been really busy at work lately. Things aren’t going too smoothly. I might seriously consider a change in direction. The problem with the world I guess, is always that nothing is certain.
Joey’s somehow given me a sense of homeliness ever since we brought her home. I began to miss home when I’m out for a whole day, not to even mention outstation trips. It is always a luxury to be able to sit home and enjoy her company. She sometimes gives me that sense of assurance just like you did when I was much younger.
I really hate growing up. It’s so shrouded with un-pleasantries that I sometimes wish would just go away if I cover myself up in a blanket and count to three. Injustice makes tears well up in my eyes, and for things that I have no power to change, I just cry.
From those school years that you used to bring me to school, I wished that I had a bike so I could go to school alone. And now I wish you’d take me to work everyday. For those times you brought me out for meals that I wish were McDonald’s or chicken chop, I now relish in eating cheap Chinese food.
I cannot forget the warmth in your voice and the palm of your hand. You’d bring me to the doctor whenever I was sick, and I would always be greeted by your voice as soon as you return home from work. Feverish or not, I always heard:
“Girl, how are you feeling?”
I heard it again the last time I was sick, and no one brought me to the doctor. I stayed in bed the whole day, and at night as I lay on the couch after taking my medication, I heard you ask.
“Girl, how are you feeling?”
And it was the same warmth in the voice, and the same touch of the hand on my forehead.
It’s been more than 3 years now. I am glad you no longer have to face life’s trying times, and especially mortality. While I used to feel your presence even after you left, I feel it no more, and I’m happy you have left for good, and that life is a bliss now that you are with the Lord.
I will see you again when my time here is due.
Happy birthday Daddy.
PS: I'm sorry about the time I bought you a Mickey Mouse tie for your birthday, and you wore it without knowing it.

Tanah Disney??

All this talk about setting up a Disneyland right in our own backyard (Johor a bit far from where I live, but considered backyard of Peninsula lar) has gotten many Malaysians all excited. After all, to go to Disneyland Tokyo would cost you a bomb and a half, and to go to the one in the States would cost you half a globe.
As with having the Malaysia Boleh! spirit, we would naturally want everything to be the best of the best of the best. Like our now defunct Petronas Twin Towers (defunct because not the tallest anymore la), the longest popiah, the largest mooncake... and the list goes on. So I heard on the radio this morning, that if we really are to have one, it will be the biggest Disneyland yet. Sure boh?
I figured that eventually if this really were to materialize, we would of course implement some Malaysian elements in it. Like what?
1. Nasi Lemak in Tanah Disney
2. World's longest popiah, everyday
3. The Sambal rollercoaster ride (did I mention the longest and spiciest in the world?)
4. Puteri Gunung Ledang together with Cinder-Ella(who wears Bata shoes)
5. Prince Charming in a Proton
6. and this ....little red riding hood.

Of Innuendos...

When I was still in college, I came across this rather interesting word, "Innuendo". No, it's not just a local band. In law terms, it's specifically means a parenthetic explanation of a word or charge in a legal document. Don't know what I'm talking about? Refer www.dictionary.com
The Innuendo word in this blog's context means an insinuation.
Example?
Poody : PT, do you like pineapple tart?
PT: your apple tart? I've never eaten it before.
Go figure.

Example 2.
Some friends and I were having lunch in Jalan Batai yesterday, and talked of buying shuttles for our regular badminton sessions.
PT: We should ask Lous to help us buy more shuttles.
Me: But he never comes anymore!!
*Entire group burst out laughing*
?????

Example 3.
Still during lunch.
Nivla: I think I'm still hungry. Should I buy fruits or pisang goreng?
Rover: Pisang Goreng? That's gay food la, %&*#@^!
Note: I would include Nivla's picture of him eating his pisang goreng, but not without his permission. So maybe tomorrow.


Example 4.
Still during lunch. Yes, it was a long one.
PT starts picking out anchovies from his pan mee, and dumps them into the bowls of people on his left and right.
Nivla: Can I have your ikan bilis?
PT: Yes, you can have my ikan bilis.
*Silence*
*Entire group bursts out laughing*

Boy oh boy, we live in a world full of corrupted minds.

Friendster Cafe - the good ol' times

Spent Friday night at Friendster Cafe. Quite a good place to chill out, except it was pouring cats and dogs. The place reminds me of Perks Cafe in Friends, and also brought to life some years back in 1Utama, but somehow, it doesn't feel as cosy.
Like a bunch of small kids that night, we played Uno, Pictionary and sang the Birthday song to the next table as they were celebrating. Rekindled my faith in friendship somehow.
Not a good combination for kids. Can severely retardate your ability to identify the numbers on the cards.


Some people get the concept of the game wrong. To finish the cards, not to accumulate them la.


By far the most artistic piece in Pictionary.

Futsal Virgin - Devirginized

Forgot my camera =(
The only pictures I have of my futsal experience are these:

My poor shoes.

Gone. Sigh.

My poor leg.


My legs got lebam lebam all. My back is aching and my hamstring is gnawed.
Ok, I guess the experience was a pleasant one after all. I know I must sound like a sadist for first complaining about the pain, then saying it was a pleasant experience. Futsal at Sports Unlimited last night was both chaotic and comedic. The boys intended to teach the girls futsal and have fun watching them miss the ball. The girls intended to just kick the boys. And for the next two days, I will be reminded of the experience whenever I sit, stand up or even just move my legs. FuuuhHHhhhh...
*Fox, sorry I kicked you, so hard*

My attempt to bring Jason to the century-old Coliseum didn't quite work out. For those residing in KL and have not even an inkling of idea where or what the Coliseum is.... shy boh. It is probably one of the oldest (and first) restaurant in the City that serves Western food, and was the kind of place your folks would bring you to if you did well in your exams (you would also be in your 50s or 60s by now). Its mere ambience and decor is like a blast from the past that makes you imagine a scene similar to Back to The Future, where you visit your folks' old haunts. And food there, mind you, is fantalicious. So, anytime you run out of ideas to bring friends/ special ones, look it up. And put on those polkadot ties.

Picture taken from www.mymesra.com.my

*note: I'm running through some old photos I saw off a friend's Ofoto album, perhaps some interesting stuff might come out of there..... Hopefully it isn't a picture of me in a pinafore when I had green eyes.

THE Vinci Code

My first weekend as a blogger, and I didn't post any blog. Tsk tsk.
Friday night was a fiasco at GSC cinema for the Da Vinci Code crowd. For those who read the books, some were disappointed. For those who didn't, it was purely entertaining. For those who have no idea who Mary Magdalene is, they thought this is a documentary.
I read the book and loved the movie. I guess the idea is to have a willingness to separate book from movie. I'd dwelve further into this Code Debunking debate thing, but nolah, try to take it on the lighter side, you know? But here's something funny:

http://www.nst.com.my/Current_News/nst/Thursday/Columns/20060504075213/Article/index_html

Linguists call for ‘Da Vinci Code’ ban
THE Malaysian Linguistic Association (Malas) has echoed calls by other parties to ban the controversial movie The Da Vinci Code.The film is an adaptation of a best-selling novel that deals with some aspects of the Christian faith. But the objection by Malas has nothing to do with theology because "we don’t even know who Theo is", says its president Ambi Mohan.The association’s chief objection is, instead, linguistic. "For too long we have sat by and allowed language to be polluted but we have decided that enough’s enough. The Da Vinci Code should be banned because we don’t want to encourage youngsters to use ‘da’ as a lazy shorthand for ‘the’."We see this in rap lyrics," he claims. "All this talk about ‘hanging out with da hoes’. You should be hanging out with THE hoes. This sort of begs the question of why someone would want to ‘hang out’ with gardening implements to begin with, but I am not here to question lifestyle choices, merely spelling, grammar and semantics."He said the association might reconsider its protests if the filmmakers changed its name to The The Vinci Code. "But even this is problematic because having two ‘thes’ in a row look ugly. So the film should be called The Vinci Code."The film’s producers could not be reached for comment. Amir Muhammad’s documentary 'Lelaki Komunis Terakhir' will hit selected cinemas from May 18.

Boy oh boy.

Over dinner and then bowling last weekend, I found myself wondering why is it that I hang out with people I call my friends. Have we gone so accustomed to each other that we're all infused into each other's lives as something that just....exists there? I suppose friendship is like a dating relationship; you get to know each other, enjoy each other's company, hang out till the sun dries you up, then take each other for granted.

Well well, all things said and done, Friends are for:

1. Hugging

2. Kissing

3. Laughing at you when you're pissed drunk:

If you don't have friends, how are you going to:

1. Have frolics in the sun/water

2. Have a good view of your butt while you're up there:

3. Have 10 bridesmaids at your wedding =)

Note: My status as a futsal virgin will be "debunked" tonight.

Pre-Maturing Syndrome

Yeap, you heard me.
Most of my good friends are guys. I'm not the type to have a flock of boys round the hem of my skirt doing everything I ask them to, but I'm more the type the guys think I'm a guy. That's cool too, kids.
This is very stereotypical, so don't bitch-slap me if you think I wronged you. Just that the majority of the male gender around me really aren't so convincing. Really now, how many times have you heard men/boys using PMS as an excuse as to why their girlfriends are angry? The truth is, you cheesed us off not because we are having PMS and you are some poor little scape goat. It's because you don't understand. True, PMS does make us moody, but really now, it's your ignorance and neanderthalist thoughts that make us want to strangle you. Really wan.
I guess you can after all blame it on PMS. Not ours, but yours.
Here's your checklist on how not to have Pre-Maturing Syndrome:
1. Quit staring at my boobs when you talk to me
2. You like football, fine. Go watch it. At home, not at mine.
3. You can complain all you want about what shit they're giving you at work, but if you don't work hard to change that, you just pull your ears and sit quietly in a corner forever k.
4. Contrary to YOUR popular belief, the rest of the world are NOT trying to get at you. You don't need some ultra high-tech sophisticated system to protect intruders in your home via the front door, back door, slide door, long kang, ventilators, etc. Just get ONE alarm system and get it over with.
5. Aim when you piss.
6. If buying a plasma TV is strictly for football only, buy a cannon and propel yourself to Germany. Do it soon before World Cup starts.
7. Don't ever try to touch my ass in the lift again. I'll kick your family heirloom so hard that you can picture it's being yanked off by a camel.
8. Burping out aloud is not cool, and neither are burping competitions. Imagine your girlfriend and her girlfriends doing that to you.

I can go on and on and on, but I guess some of you will never learn.

But for now, I've to go back to work for a chauvinist.

Lost in the City, Long for the Sea

I need a holiday la. I badly need a holiday. After this morning's confusion with street names in OUG, I feel like I need to break free. What happened was this; it was supposed to be a very easy task. I was supposed to collect a cheque from a company located in OUG along Jalan Hujan Rahmat.

First we have to find OUG. Obviously Under Ground. Oblique, Unidentified Garden. Ahhh, screw it; ask around. Found out that it stands for Overseas Union Garden (what the hell is that supposed to mean anyway). So like a happy little camper, I steered my little blue car there, in the rain (raining, Jalan Hujan, how ironic is that).... I ended up in Jalan Awan. Who named this place??!!?? Mah lousssSSs... Using my common sense, I didn't take too long to look for the place *hmm lemme see... Jalan Awan is in a square with all the Jalan Awans 1,2,..3752, so Jalan Hujan must be in a square with all the other types of Hujans*

Now back to the office. Old Klang Road was jammed (I didn't know this part used to be Klang, it's so far away from the new Klang? Why else would anyone name Klang Road faraway from Klang?) Oh wait, I take that back, I once got lost and found Jalan Lumut and Jalan Pangkor right next to each other, RIGHT HERE IN THE MIDDLE OF TOWN!

...And the Federal Highway was flooded too, causing many motorists to stop and admire the water, and me taking an hour to get back to my office.

So I need a holiday. I long for the Redang wind, the sound of waves, and sand in my pants. Perhaps I really should go somewhere else for a change, having been there for about 4 times. Sigh, go what lah go, your two piece can still fit or not? Better go for a crash diet, otherwise it'd be like the DHL elephant on vacation.

Time to hit the gym.

Doggone it...!!

I went to Ikano over the weekend to the Pet Safari. Again. To see the Siberian Husky puppy. Again. She looked so gorgeous it was like the epitome of perfection. I whispered to her that I'd bring her home if she didn't cost a bomb. A friend who saw the same puppy nicknames it LapTop, saying for RM3588 you can already buy a LapTop. But back to the place, it was swarming with animal lovers, or people who got the wrong directions to the zoo. People were gaping with their mouths wide open at the little puppies on display (I say this in disgust... how'd you like it if your babies were caged in a glass box for all to see?) Shih Tzus, Beagles, Labradors... oh the cute lot.
But don't get me wrong, I'm no animals rightist who parades naked in the street against Paris Hilton or JLo wearing some skunk on their shoulders. I am a dog lover, I hate cats, I can bear with rabbits and tortoises, I scream at the sight of snakes and frogs, and I absolutely detest fish (I'd talk about my fish phobia, but perhaps some other time). Why else would I have gone there in the first place? It would have made more sense had my sister been around and I needed a cage for her... I was there to shop around for little things for my dog. *makes mental note to bring her there some time, how come only pedigree dogs go there and get all the attention?*
When I got home, I was greeted by my ever loyal dog, Joey. Her short little tail wags with glee, and her ears perk up whenever she sees me. As I stared at her, vivid images of that cute little Siberian Husky started flashing through my mind. Ok, so Joey's not THAT cute. So she's not even pedigree, big deal.

But my dog is one cute mongrel okay... she can do all sit-jump-hand-heel tricks, and she's much smarter and livelier than that dumbass chow-chow (smelly smelly) next door who gives muffled barks throughout the night, doesn't do any tricks, and spends most of his life sprawled on the floor playing dead. Oh wait, maybe he really IS dead... all those nights his barking kept my mom awake has finally taken a toll on her, she bought some arsenic.....
Note: *It's not fair what, how come people call mongrels "pariah" and all, but when they see a caucasian, they go like "aiyoh, he mixed you know"... same same what

Sis: That picture I owe you about Joey's new house:

Michelle Wie - I salute you!

What is it with Golf?
Jason thought it was about time I bring out my golf gloves again. Sheesh, that made me sound like a pro. The truth is, some months back, I decided to try it out, and be a real Jack of all trades, master of none. Perhaps it was going to be something I can possibly do alright in, since it doesn't involve a lot of stamina to run around a football field, nor will it get my arms and wrists all sore from whacking that volleyball.
Truth is, it's much harder than it looks. Ball, club, club the ball. *EhhhTtTT* Wrong! You have to keep your feet wide apart, straighten your left arm, tilt forward, eyes on the ball, all that kinda thing. I only managed to send a ball flying up and straight on my third time at the driving range. That's about after a hundred balls crawling pathetically out of my reach to pick it up and give it a good smacking. Well, well, with my tremendous progress, I can hit the golf course in only about 10 years!
I don't know why I stopped going to the driving range. It was probably side-stepped by other more worrying events like friends' weddings, birthdays and the official opening of a new blouse. BUT last night, I was adamant about getting it right. To start it all off, I forgot my gloves, so we had to head back to get my gloves. Jason must have thought I'm trying to buy time. For the first time in my lengthy golf career, I almost swung the golf club into the air and had it flying further than any of the balls I hit. Almost. But no, I didn't do it Ernie's way. It would have been funny. Today's headlines would probably have read, "Man killed by stray golf club" or "Man killed by stray woman" or "Cars damaged in shopping complex by rogue golfer-no balls found"...and next thing you know, they'll ban all golfers from wearing any gloves so that killers can be identified via finger print.
I did manage to get a few good shots. About 6 out of 50 balls, I think. Hey, maybe if I go again in 6 months' time, I might improve. Bleah.

Since I am so new to the blogging scene, I excitedly told my sister about my blog. And Voila! ...she says "I've got one too, and your pics are all over it" Hey, don't come back to Malaysia so soon k... you can check out her blog on the link on the right of this page.

CRM - Customer Really Mad

This has got to be serious. I'm having a really bad Monday. Lunch hour is not even over yet, and I've been steered from the clockwork of my life to plunge into starting a blog, thanks to a friend. My, you'd think I'm contemplating jumping off a cliff meh?
Monday, May 15, 2006. After that long weekend off, I psyched myself up that this was going to be a great week... *pump up the enthusiasm* and that I would somehow love my job. 8.45am and that dream pummelled back down to reality. The bland light from the screen, phones rhythming all around, the sounds of car engines revving up the street eight floors below (Jalan Sultan Ismail, mind you)..... I want to sink into oblivion.
Now leh? 2.24pm, some Zinger burger paper on my desk, and a whole lot of Mandarin speaking IT department speaking gibberish (ok, so it's not gibberish, just that I don't understand..) So... here I am, venting my frustration into words, in hopes that I don't turn into a psychopath who stalks metrosexuals with bad hair cuts and ugly ties.
As for WHAT I'm frustrated over today, it's got to be on the receiving end of customer service. No, not receive customer service, but to give customer service. I admit to being a picky customer, and I demand for what I ought to get. I hate people in the service industry who are rude and I cannot tolerate slow service. But all this happens AFTER paying the money. I cannot comprehend therefore, this diversity of expectations when it comes to getting what you paid for.
I don't want to sound like a waitress who plunks your dinner plate on your table with your chicken wings doing a nose dive, your salads doing the La Bamba and gravy making a juicy landing on your pants, but seriously now, for a minimal amount of investment, don't expect me to give you the sky la.
So, in silver lining I offered my products, with something FREE on top of what she paid for, and allowed her to do half-payment first, which is completely unconventional. To top if all off, her investment seemed to be doing well. Well, not according to her, and with THAT kind of returns, how is she going to convince her management to keep on using our services? Oi, lady, your money very big ah? If you can't live with the risks of investing in something that may go up or down, go buy an island and make it your own country with those big money of yours la.
One of these days, when my brain snaps from being pushed up the wall once too often, I'll run off to the forests, do some little witch dance round a fire, collect little twigs and tie them up to make a voodoo doll, put your name on it, and start poking stakes down your throat. So don't piss me off.