Tuesday, February 28, 2006

the damned quarter pounder

Damn, damn. Double damn.

I feel so darn pudgy right now, thanks to my lack of wisdom in choosing food for lunch. Yup, yours sincerely disgustingly stuffed her face with a Quarter Pounder, as well as medium fries and Vanilla Coke. What the hell was I thinking?

But I can hardly be held culpable for this idiocy. For serious, it ain't my fault, people. How does one stay strong when as soon as one walks through the Golden Arches, one gets seduced without warning?

Now come on, you can't possibly tell me that you won't falter after seeing the juiciness of that.

And you know what else seriously doesn't help? The scrumptiously salty scent of fresh French fries... It's tough, oi!

But just like with everything else in life, you gotta know your limits. A large meal?

Calories in Quarter Pounder

A quarter pounder with cheese, large fries & large shake contain about 1300 calories. To burn off the calories, take a brisk 5 hour walk.

Five blinking hours of walking? Am so patting my back for settling with just a medium meal.

But still.

I'm definitely going for kickboxing today, man.

Curse you, McDonald's. Curse you to bankruptcy.


Perhaps I shoulda just had this...

After which I'll be surfing high on my very own...


If these bad-ass big boys from Pulp Fiction couldn't resist the evil seductions of the Quarter Pounder and its other sinful fast-food friends, how could I?

Vincent Vega: You know what they call a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in Paris?

Jules: They don't call it a Quarter Pounder with cheese?

Vincent: No, they got the metric system there, they wouldn't know what the f**k a Quarter Pounder is.

Jules: What'd they call it?

Vincent: Royale with Cheese.

Jules: Royale with Cheese... What'd they call a Big Mac?

Vincent: Big Mac's a Big Mac, but they call it Le Big Mac.

Jules: What do they call a Whopper?

Vincent: I dunno, I didn't go into a Burger King.

Even weapon-bearing citizens in cartoonland have fallen prey to this evil of our world:

Lou: Well, at McDonald's you can buy a Krusty Burger with cheese, right? But they don't call it a Krusty Burger with cheese.

Wiggum: Get out! Well, what do they call it?

Lou: A Quarter Pounder with cheese.

Wiggum: Quarter Pounder with cheese? Well, I can picture the cheese, but, uh, do they have Krusty partially gelatinated non-dairy gum-based beverages?

Lou: Mm-hm. They call 'em, "shakes."

Eddie: Huh, shakes? You don't know what you're gettin'!

Hallelujah. I ain't alone in this predicament, no seree.

Monday, February 27, 2006

get them eggs outta them ice boxes!

More info on the avian flu...

Academic warns people not to store eggs in refrigerators

Eggs should not be stored in refrigerators because the cooler conditions might allow the bird-flu virus to live longer, increasing the chance of exposure to humans, a senior Chulalongkorn University researcher said Thursday.

Professor Yong Phuvoravan, who is part of a team examining patterns of genes in bird flu, said that
while the virus can be caught only through direct contact with chickens, refrigerated conditions could allow the virus to live longer on the outside of eggshells.

Speaking at a bird-flu seminar at the Chula Academy Exhibition Thursday, he urged people to wash their eggs carefully
(hahah, sorry, this sounds so salah, man!), especially those smattered with chicken droppings, and not to store them in their fridges.

He added that people should wash their hands well after touching the eggs and cook the eggs in 70-degree Celsius heat.

The virus has mutated by about 3 per cent from the first batchfound in 2003, which was a natural process, he said. However, as yet there has been no evidence of a mutation to make the virus transmittable from human to human.

Yong did say, however, that over consumption of the Tamiflu vaccine could lead to the virus building up a resistance.

a dream that turned into a nightmare in just one afternoon

... for Wigan, that is. We, on the other hand, got silverware, woohoo!


P/S: Way to go, Wayne!

Saturday, February 25, 2006

i'm wishing on a star

Ah, human nature. Never satisfied with anything that you already have, and always wanting more more more. Being a fellow homosapien, I am in no way exempted from this curse. Here goes my current wish list.

I w*sh I had more...

money * Aha, the obvious choice. I mean, come on, in this day and age, who can deny that loot is way up there in their list of wants and worries? But you know what? While I dream of having more kaching all the time, I'd just like to make something very, very clear. I don't wanna be filthy rich, nah-uh. Sure, the thought of never having to worry about financial constraints is truly heavenly indeed. Sure, I get insanely envious of the glitz and glam that some of my more fortunate peers who were born into super-rich families enjoy. But big fortune, as unfortunate as it may be, comes with bigger price tags. So, while I don't agree with the saying "money can't buy happiness"—'cause let's get real; money can buy anything nowadays, honey—I think the tagline that better suits me is "just a little bit more money makes a happier little missy."

time * Oh how I wish that there were more hours in my days! As it is, my job sucks up a huge chunk of my time. And being the ever-hyper-can't-stay-still-for-more-than-two-minutes person that I am, I have so much stuff to do (futsal, kickboxing, cooking, shopping, not to mention the ones I've been wanting to partake in like capoeira, more language classes, etc) but so little time to do them. But then again, there is never enough time for anything, is there? Yup, I gotta make time to have more time, innit. And not just for those stuff I mentioned above, no way José. What I really, seriously need to make time for is those dearest to my heart, so that I can arm myself with precious memories to ensure my fulfilment in years to come.

patience * Blame it on my age, blame it on my growing disenchantment with life, heck, blame it even on the bad influence of all things uncensored (hah!). Whatever it may be, patience is a definite virtue that I've never been well endowed with. A virtue that seems to be more and more of a stranger to me. And lately, I find it extra easy for things to tick me off. This, especially true in the love department. Which is so salah, as my significant other should be my source of comfort, not some poor punching bag. Perhaps it's the fifth-month curse (you know, things are all dandy till you reach the second quarter). Perhaps it's all the drugs that I'm forced to pump myself with. Perhaps it's just bad anger management... For what it's worth, I'm sorry, sweetheart. Do have the comfort of knowing that I'm trying to do something about it, ya ;)

wisdom * I hate making decisions. Be it something simple like which road to take, or not so simple as choosing the starting five for my team at a tourney, or just downright life-threatening like "should I or should I not go home beyond my curfew nightly" (yes, people, Catwoman has a curfew, so bite me). Why is this so? Because I fear that the choices I make might haunt me. Also, sometimes—most of the time—I'm torn between being wise and being instantly gratified that I close one eye deliberately. Sigh. I think I know what I need to do: Grow up. Insya-Allah, this will eventually gift me with the wisdom to make good choices. No, no, the wisdom to make the right choices, more like.

strength * ... to say no. Don't know why I find it so hard to blurt "no!" to those annoying callers who claim that "someone has recommended you for an exclusive membership to the Legend Group," and the like. I would usually resort to telling them that I'm "busy" rather than "not interested" for fear of hurting their feelings. Silly? Very, I know. And yet I still succumb to such behaviours. Oh, why do I have a heart? ;Þ (in major denial)

creativity * Being a so-called "creative" personnel in the advertising industry has made me realise one thing: that I'm not too creative after all. Ironic, innit. I simply can't get how people around me can just pluck ideas out of thin air. Me, I think and think and zilch. Well, not zilch per se but pretty blah thoughts. Maybe I just care too much about what people think, hence I filter out anything that I deem unworthy of their opinion (which spells most of my thoughts). Maybe I just need to stop thinking too much about thinking. There, another irony. Welcome to the world of advertising.

accessories * Okay, okay, so this one's lame, but I wish I had more bling! Calm down, I ain't talking real-deal carats here (though one or two of those would be sweet, heh.) I'm just wishing that I hadn't stopped my high-school hobby of collecting costume jewellery along the way, so that by now I would have an abundance of girly-girl stuff to complement (contradict?) my not-so-girly-girl personality. Oh well. Thank gosh for all the "three for tens" that are available everywhere nowadays.

inches * What, you didn't know that I'm actually a man? HAH! Now that I've got your imagination engine running wild, try picturing me with a little more to my height. Nothing too OTT, just four more inches would be good. I wonder if those "stretch your bones longer to be taller" stints in China are worth a looksee, hrmmm...

Thursday, February 23, 2006

strange but true

"By raising your legs slowly and laying on your back,

you can't sink in quicksand."

-- Anonymous

chicken run

Some vital stuff on the avian flu.

BTW if you find this dark image below intriguing, do scroll all the way down to the bottom of this post to discover the truth about the ill-fated bird.

U.S. Embassy Warden Message on Avian Flu

February 22, 2006

Malaysian government authorities have confirmed an outbreak of the H5N1 avian influenza virus in the Gombak neighborhood of Kuala Lumpur.

The virus caused the death of approximately 40 chickens. We have received no reports of human transmission and no reports of outbreaks outside this immediate area.

The authorities have responded to the outbreak by culling chicken flocks in the area, restricting the transport of poultry, disinfecting coops in the neighborhood and monitoring the surrounding area.

We are advising Embassy staff to minimize any possible risk of exposure to the H5N1 virus by taking the following steps:

* Avoid physical contact with birds or their feces, in particular domestic poultry

* Avoid contact with people who come in contact with live poultry

* Avoid wet markets, chicken coops and other places where it would be easy to come into contact with birds or their waste

* Wash your hands frequently to minimize the risk of infection

* It is safe to consume poultry and eggs, but both should be thoroughly

* Wash the shells of eggs in soap and water to minimize the risk of infection

Additional country information can be obtained from the Department of State's Consular Information Sheets at
http://travel.state.gov/ and from the Department of State's toll-free number, 1-888-407-4747, or if calling from overseas, 202-501-4444.

The State Department's Bureau of Consular Affairs will keep international travelers up to date through their Avian flu fact sheet which can befound at

All involved agencies throughout the U.S. Government are coordinating to maintain up to date U.S. information on pandemic flu and avian influenza at

Specific CDC travel information relating to avian influenza, including preventive measures, is available at

WHO guidance related to avian influenza is available at

CDC Contact Information:
Public Inquiries:
English (888) 246-2675
Spanish (888) 246-2857
TTY (866) 874-2646
Mon-Fri 8am-11pm EST
Sat-Sun 10am-8pm EST
The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, 1600 Clifton Rd., Atlanta, GA 30333, USA. (404) 639-3311

WHO Liaison Office in Washington DC
Contact Information:
Telephone: (202) 331-9081
Facsimile: (202) 331-9097
Address: WHO Liaison Office, 1775 K Street, N.W., Suite 430 Washington, D.C.
20006, USA

And now, just to satisfy any curiosities about the picture I pasted at the top of this page. It's not taken from any funny sites or on-line photo databases, no way José. In fact, it came with an interestingly peculiar though somewhat morbid true tale entitled:

Russian suicidal chicken hangs itself on a fence
Read all about it here

stupid b & l

Bleedin Bausch & Lomb, always causing me inconvenience and agony. Argh!

Health warning on lens solution

SINGAPORE: The Health Ministry has strongly advised contact lens users to discontinue the use of Bausch & Lomg (S) Pte Ltd (B & L) ReNu multipurpose contact lens sokution following recent cases of contact lens-related fungal corneal infections.

The Ministry said that the advice was a precautionary measure until the causes behind the recent increase of infections could be more clearly ascertained.

"B & L will advise consumers on what to do with existing stocks of their products," it said in a statement. -- Bernama

I also picked this up while surfing:

Contact lens users are reminded to practise proper contact lens cleaning and care regimens, to not use disposable contact lenses beyond their ecommended disposal period and to replace contact lens storage cases at least every three months.

Multi-purpose solution in the lens storage case must be changed every day, even if the lenses are not used daily.

Users should stop wearing the lenses if they develop any redness, blurring of vision or pain of the eye and visit a doctor or contact lens practitioner. -- CNA /ct

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

oh what a week

1st boo-effin-hoo factor:
ManU got ousted from the FA Cup

2nd boo-effin-hoo factor:
Nicol lost the KL Open '06 title

3rd boo-effin-hoo factor:
I fell ill on Sat nite. Again.

Sore throat, it seems. AGAIN.

Geez, man. Been getting these nasty throat attacks once a month since November. Bad bad bad.

Sunday through Tuesday saw me being knocked off my feet. And couldn't swallow a thing cuz it hurt too much. What made it worst, most of Monday and yesterday I couldn't keep anything down. That surely did more damage to my already SO-THE-PAIN swallowing passage.

Major hunger. Major ouch.

Went to the ENT specialist again, and he gave me yet another reason to frown.

4th boo-effin-hoo factor:
Gotta take my tonsils out before the end of next month.


Tuesday, February 14, 2006

malaysia today

Read the most hideous thing in the papers.

NST reported that there's this woman who staged her own kidnapping to test how much her boyfriend truly loved her.

This case eventually got to the Serious Crimes Division of the Negeri Sembilan police contingent, and totally wasted the time and efforts of policemen who went hunting for the "kidnapped" Seremban lass.

Like wha'?!

My take...

Symptoms point to:
LOA (Lack of Attention) Syndrome, Brain Damage, and Calamitous Stupidity


Procedure of recovery:
A really, really strong bang on the head, no less than three times a day


In other news, it's major snaps for our very own immensely talented cartoonist, Lat.

His legendary "Kampung Boy" can now be enjoyed on the sunny beaches of Brazil, in Portuguese.

This bestseller, which was first seen way back in 1979, has also been published in Japan (in 1984) as well as France (2003), and will be made available in the United States come September.

The brilliant "Kampung Boy" has also been relished in animation on the worldwide cartoon network.

Commented Lat:

"'Kampung Boy' is almost an autobiography and is popular as it portrays the true Malaysian identity.

There are also plans to publish the book in Holland and Germany."

Syabas, Datuk!

Monday, February 13, 2006

cherish: part deux

... and here's another one for the guys. Though this one's more "drama," am pretty sure you blokes are smart enough to just get the gist of it.

Compliment what she does
Send her roses just because
If it's violins she loves
Let them play

Dedicate her favourite song
And hold her closer all night long

Love her today
Find one hundred ways

Don't forget, there could be
An old lover in her memory
If you need her so much more
Why don't you say?

Maybe she has it in her mind
That she's just wasting her time

Ask her to stay
Find one hundred ways

Being cool won't help you
keep a love warm
You'll just blow your only chance

Take the time to open up your heart
That's the secret of romance

Sacrifice, if you care
Buy her some moonlight to wear
If it's one more star she wants
Go all the way

In your arms tonight, she'll reflect
That she owes you the sweetest of debts
If she wants to pay
She'll find one hundred ways

So love her today
Find one hundred ways

-- "One Hundred Ways" by James Ingram


Since Valentine's Day is just upon us, thought I'd give a tip to the boys on how to keep their women smiling.

Okay, okay, so it's not really wisdom from me per se, but they are simple words that I reckon you lot from the darker gender could better yourselves with! ;Þ

Thinkin' back in time
Someone said that love was blind
But they were wrong
You just choose to not see
When it's right before your eyes

You'd rather compromise
Than give your all
And it don't turn out
The way it's supposed to be

Time and time again you disappoint
When she believes
Do all you can
To give her what she needs

Cherish her love
Show her she's right where she belongs
Take care of her heart
Before she's gone
Cherish her love

It might be hard to conceive
You gotta see the forest
Despite the trees
Before it all burns down
Not tellin' you nothing you don't know

You see, she'll let you have your fun
But when a woman's done, she's done
And then she'll go
Just when you're needin' her the most

So if you care about the weather
Keep her safe and warm
Let nothing in between stand in your way
They say it's calm inside the eye of the storm
Together come whatever
Come what may

Just cherish her love

-- Brian McKnight

Sunday, February 12, 2006

thank you, boro

Middlesbrough 3-0 Chelsea


In any case, WOO-BLINKIN'-HOO!

I leave you now with this totally precious, totally rare treat for the eyes...

Sweet dreams :)

isn't she lovely

Did you see my alter-ego Alicia Keys (yeah, uh-huh ;Þ) fashioning a black beaded Armani gown—and a slimmer physique—at the 48th Grammy's 2006?

One word: breathtaking.

Though the neckline truly epitomises the meaning of "plunging," Ms Keys pulled it off looking absolutely stunning and not skanky. I know it sounds corny, but for serious, I couldn't take my eyes off of the gorgeous Ms Keys!

And, of course, the little impromptu delight that she did with Stevie Wonder was just the perfect icing on the cake, indeed.


Thursday, February 09, 2006

wise words

"To be happy with a man, you must understand him a lot and love him a little.

To be happy with a woman, you must love her a lot and not try to understand her at all."

-- Anonymous

los galácticos tristes

Real Madrid 1-6 Real Zaragoza

WTF? That's SIX-ONE, people!

A team full of galácticos—Spanish for "superstars"—like Ronaldo (the Brazillian, not the Portuguese), Roberto Carlos (now with hair!), Raúl, Becks, Robinho, Cicinho, Casillas, as well as the most expensive footballer in the world, Zinedine Zidane... And they got ass-whopped by REAL ZARAGOZA?

But then again, Real Zaragoza did end La Liga leaders Barça's 18-match unbeaten run in stunning fashion recently, simultaneously booting the latter out of the Copa del Rey on a 5-4 aggregate.

But still. A side bursting with so many (too many?) world-class footballing greats should have done so much better. This kind of scoreline is unheard of, man, come on!

Los galácticos, my behind. Judging from their sorry showings this past couple of seasons, they sure sound more like fallen stars to me.

Open your eyes, o' bigwigs of Real Madrid. When will you realise that over-stuffing your team with too many stars only spells disaster!

Why? Because not only are the players too individualistic, but worse is that they'll be too busy trying to outshine each other.

I'm not saying that superstars are bad news. But having two or three per team is more than sufficient. That way, these few can inspire and lead the rest of their not-so-stars teammates to their team's—instead of their own—glory.

Take the practically-impossible-to-beat Chealsea, for example. As my footie buddy Adrian put it:

"They only have a couple of stars, while the rest are workhorses."

i've been a bad, bad girl

... for these past few days have seen me neglegting my rediscovered old love.

How can I be so careless, so reckless, especially when Valentine's Day is just around the corner?

Confused? Put two and two together by referring to "Rekindling of an old flame" as well as the last two paras in "Guilty speech".

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

so the angst!

I'm a sporty person. You could say that working out my muscles is my aphrodisiac.

In fact, if I don't get my usual fixes of futsal or kickboxing or any other sport that I've penned down in my schedule, I'd turn into one very bitchy camper.

You see, Saturday afternoons and Monday nights are my futsal team's training days. Last Saturday, what would usually be a solid two-hour sweat-out session was rudely truncated by half. Why? Because somebody stuffed up our booking.

Strike one.

Needless to say, I was truly looking forward to Monday night. But again, the blinking centre (not the same place) also made a mess in their RSVP book.

Strike two.

Watch out, world; conditions can get pretty ugly when this feisty catlady doesn't get to kick balls!

And today's Wednesday. Which spells out another futsal day for moi (yes, I'm a futsal junkie so bite me!). Usually, on this day every week I would play with a group of guys and gals. This has been going on for the past 2.5 years or so. But tonight, it seems everyone's caught up in something that's keeping them from futsalling.


Imagine how pissy this puss is right now.




Thank God for kickboxing. At least the well-being of my mental can still be preserved by venting out these frustrations on them punching bags!

those damned caricatures

Been reading up on this and just gotta get some stuff off of my chest.

Firstly, I'm really puzzled. Because to me, why must one do something controversial if it doesn’t bring any true benefit to the doer? Were the caricatures so darn important that not publishing (and republishing) them would mean the end of mankind?

Granted, I respect that the press in the West firmly believe in and stand behind the notion of "freedom of speech," which means that they can practically put anything and everything in their publications. But it doesn’t take a genius to also realise that the media—all forms of it—has the power to spark serious damages both locally and globally. As such, they should take extreme measures in avoiding issues that could very well lead to acts of war!

Yes, we Muslims have no right to force others to abide by our ways and laws**. For serious, I can't stop your undying need to express yourself via drawings of the sacred people of my religion, but why the hell must you go and PUBLISH such a thing? The act is unruly, insensitive, and just plain stupid.

As this International Herald Tribune reader aptly put it:

"We are free to the extent that we don't abuse the freedom of others. That is why the excuse of freedom of the press is clearly not sensible to all Muslims and even some non-Muslims in the cartoon case.

It is not a matter of imposing Islamic laws on secular countries or any sort of intolerance; it is rather a matter of defending one's right against 'abuse of belief'." -- Amany Salem from Cairo

I mean, come on; publish a gory picture of a man cutting people up and/or the loose bloody pieces of his victim, and this will surely cause a huge racket. Why? Because it is a distasteful act which violates our moral beliefs and everyone should respect that.

So why should this issue be any different?

Okay, so some of the foreheads above eyes that are scanning through these words of mine are in danger of major wrinkles right now. You’re thinking: "It’s just a darn cartoon. If you don’t like it, turn the page and just plain ignore it. What’s the biggie?"


"The uproar concerns a caricature implying Muslims are violent. It is understandable the Muslim community would be upset; such caricatures are in poor taste. Hiding behind the freedom of the press is just plain cowardice." -- Daniel Dobbs from Annecy, France

However, the insult felt by Muslims the world over—thanks to a few idiotic Danes who’ve obviously got sh*t for brains—is no excuse for all the violence that have erupted. All I can say to these extremists is: OI! WHAT DO YOU MORONS THINK YOU’RE GONNA ACCOMPLISH WITH BRUTALITY? DO YOU SERIOUSLY THINK THAT ALLAH S.W.T. IS GONNA GRANT YOU WITH A PASSPORT TO HEAVEN BECAUSE YOU'VE "DEFENDED" YOUR RELIGION; THAT PROPHET MUHAMMAD S.A.W. WOULD’VE ACTED THE SAME WAY IF HE HIMSELF SAW THE CARICATURES?

Please. Your reckless actions are merely strengthening the negative perception of Muslims that were reflected in those damned caricatures in the first place.

If you are strongly obliged to not do nothing about this, there are other ways of showing your discontent. Join the many out there in boycotting anything and everything from Denmark. Heck, you can shun stuff that come from each and every country in Europe even!

Don’t get me wrong—I’m not saying that I agree with this solution, but at least it only causes monetary and not bodily injuries. And trust you me, this method can cause a pain so immense, it would most definitely result in public apologies to the Muslim world.

Perhaps some of you are like, "Public apology? How is that enough? Surely such insolence calls for a much harder punishment!" If that's the case, let me ask you: What exactly do you expect out of this? What is it exactly that can put your aggravation at ease?

I reckon what it all boils down to is respect. But remember that respect can only be gained if it is given. Plain and simple.

Now, one person pointed this out:

"I think the Muslim population in Europe has to realize that they are in a Western democracy. Newspapers routinely cartoon Jesus, Buddha, Moses and other religious figures." -- Nannette Orange from Paris

... and another, this:

"I find it striking that the very same month that Rolling Stone magazine puts Kanye West on its cover wearing a bloody crown of thorns, thousands of Muslims take to the streets over cartoons depicting their prophet in an equally 'offensive' manner.

Why aren't thousands of Christian taking to the streets and burning the offices of Rolling Stone? Where are the Christian death threats to Kanye? The answer is simple and it shows the vast gulf between our two cultures: We live in an open society that grants people the right to say offensive things but fosters individual thought and action based on conflicting view points. Muslims live in closed societies where religious leaders have tremendous power over the thoughts and actions of their followers.

While the Danish cartoons are tacky, the very fact that cartoons could provoke violence shows how far Muslims would have to come to join modern, open societies with all the messy unpleasant side effects that free speech entails." -- Kyle Drasky from Palmer, Alaska

Here’s enlightenment for you:

**Muslim laws forbid any form of depictions of any kind of its religious icons, which includes Allah swt (God), nabi (the prophets) and malaikat (the saints or angles). On the contrary, Jesus Christ, Buddha, Hindu gods, etc., are crafted into statues, paintings, movies, etc., and this is considered as a precious immortalisation of the said religious figures by their devout followers.

And to Mr Drasky. You can call us Muslims closed-minded and such, but at the same time non-Muslims should also be open-minded enough to understand and be sensitive towards other people's beliefs. Also... Uhm, hello? Likening the holy Prophet Muhammad S.W.T. to Kanye West is nothing short of lame, innit.

As for the journalists over in Sarawak who were responsible for publishing the damned caricatures, I deduce that you’re the worst of the lot. At least the rest of the papers were printed and read in the West. But you imbeciles did it in an Islamic country, less than a month after our DPM preached about how the press should be more responsible in reporting. SHAME ON YOU!

Note: All quotes were taken from International Herald Tribune (Europe)

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

living next door to hell

Two of my sisters, as well as my brother, live a walking distance away from my parental units' unit. I'd have to say that it's a pretty decent apartment complex which includes some low-rise townhouses as well as a block of high-rises.

Things were pretty dandy over there until a neighbour from hell moved in next door. Mind you, he has two condos. One used as a family home, and the other, for some sort of commercial use. For the latter, most of the other neighbours aren't too jolly about. Not only did this mean that he stacked up boxes of products in the parking lot, but his second unit also houses his workers—most of whom are suspicious-looking working-class Indos. Not to mention that these all do not agree with the law, hey.

Anyways, earlier today, my bro and the said man had a minor disagreement. You see, the man's family unit has been worked on and on and on that it hardly looks like the original apartment. This, my friends, is also against the law... or so suspects my sister.

Curious, darling bro decides to consult in building management. The man apparently overheard, decides to arm himself with a parang before demanding that my bro minded his own biz.

All these, while being watched by the man's primary-school-goer kids.

And this, ladies and gents, isn't the first time he's flailed the said weapon around. Apparently, the poor guards and even the management guys have fallen victim to the man with the parang before. Apparently, the man felt the parang was called for when (i) he felt that the guards ill-treated members of his extended fam when they asked the visitors to leave their ID cards, and (ii) when management came by to ask for service fees.


Makes me wonder what the hell is up with our society nowadays?

Monday, February 06, 2006

meow, world!

So here I finally am, with the likes of my shweetheart, his best friend and his cousin. Yup, am now an official BlogSpotter.

Drama as it may sound, moving from Friendster Blogs wasn't a decision which was taken lightly by yours truly, no way José. Please understand; I already have half a year's worth of writings in my old blog, so you can imagine how tough it is for me to leave it behind.

In fact, for serious, I am thinking about actually copying and pasting everything from there into here. Crazy, I know, but crazy I am!

For now, though, here's where *CaTWoMaN's* previous home is:

Here's to more exciting blogging times for moi!