Never Been Seen before Table Tennis Game

Haven't seen anyone played Table Tennis using a leather shoe? Watch this..

Girls Generation

One of my favorite videos of group dancing by Koreans, Girls Generation.

No Manners!

Just had the urge to drop a very quick grouse!

Its been happening a lot lately and I have not the slightest idea as to where these people learn their manners or ettiquette from...Arlow! Nobody teach you how to make phone call meh??

All these irritants have been calling my office and go..

*ring ring*
Me: Hello..
Irritants: Sam ah/ May ah?
Me: NOooooo...who am I speaking to please?
Irritants: Sam..sam...?/ May..ah May ah..
Me: HELLO this is NOT Sam/May. My name is Jit Nee. Who is this please? (gritted teeth while swearing under my breath)
Irritant: oh ...I wan to speak to Sam/May. My name is ah..Mr/Ms So-and-so
Me: Oh..sure Mr/Ms So-and-so..hold on please

Stupid stupid fucked up people!!! ARRGGGHHH

Kanasai!

What? you think the whole entire office 1 miserable staff only isit?? Nabeh...use some sense la.

Why can't they go like:

Me: Hello...
Them: Hi, this is Mr Tan. I'd like to speak to Sam please.
Me: Good afternoon Mr Tan...please hold on while I transfer you to Sam.

See how short and simple that was?? Bloody hell!

Sigh...Manners people...go for ettiquette classes please so you don't piss innocent people off early in the freaking morning~

MOBY, The Love of my Life

No, I'm not talking about MOBY the cool singer/ music artiste...

I'm talking bout my small, furry, adorable and super "manja" toy poodle! Moby joined my little family on Saturday last weekend. The first time i saw him in a cage at a home breeder's place i remembered all the other pups were barking and jumping around excitedly except him. He seems shy and each time i tried to pet him he would shrink back...kinda tugs at you heart strings. The cutest thing about Moby was his white paws that looks like he has socks on them...hahahaha...

Back home discussing with Andy what should we name him..it went something like this

Andy: Furball...nice name what..fits him oso

Me: Furball...furball...furball..cute. But hor..if wana scold him next time...*testing* FURBALL! eh, abit weird le...

Andy: why not try Mo-Mo (furry in cantonese)

Me: Mo-Mo..haha..eh Hon if the ang mo tries to call him next time rite..*puts on aussie accent* MO-MO..hahahhaha

Andy: Something brown...Milo?

Me: EEEEEE...Milo sounds like some "pariah" dog's name la..

Andy: Potato la..good what..brown and round....We can call him Fan Shu (Canto) also lo..hahhahaha

Me: (Cracks up laughin)...no no no no..its like calling our son eh, stupid come here...dats wat Fan Shu means la..

(as you can see...i was being damn picky and irritating..)

Andy: Don't care la..Milo it is..I wana sleep dy tired...

The next day...

Me: Hon! i KNow ady..i tot about it all nite in my sleep..let's call him MOBY! Mo for fur in canto...and by, short for baby la...so MOBY..good onot?? haha...don't care i decided thats wat we'll call him...

Andy:....(no choice)

So that was how we ended up with Moby being called Moby..He's about 7 weeks + and cute as hell. Has a healthy diet too. But being so small i guess we spoiled him rotten too...took him to the vet and thank goodness he was pronounced healthy...

Its been like 4 days now and today is the first time i left him home alone while i came to work. We bought this super fantabulous thing call the WEE WEE PAD that acts like diapers but its laid on the floor...it sucks up the urine and leave the top dry...Moby is smart..he ady knows to go thr to wee wee but i suppose he was angry with me last nite for leaving him in the room so he left me a puddle of urine to clean up...hahaha

My life has changed...a lot! I now hv to wake up at every other odd hours in the nite worrying bout him...then at 7ish am..he wakes me up for his breakfast...i sweep and mop the room every morning..then its cleaning up his poop and wiping him dry after he wee wees...i go straight home after work..ie, no more Happy Hours, shopping, movies, dinners etc...i eat like fast food and McDonalds so i can ta pao home...sigh...sacrifices sacrifices..but one look into his eyes..my heart melts..

Yes Moby is a dog..but i suppose in a very minute scale..i can understand what being a parent means...Andy talks more to Moby than me now...*jealous* and he cuddles and kiss Moby more than me too! *super jealous* hahahhaa...but well, its been good so far...

POST NOTE: To all those people who tells me i'm crazy and stupid for taking on unnecessary burden...GET A LIFE! Give some love and leave me alone...I'm happy, so what?!

Advice, Like Youth, Probably Just Wasted on the Young

Oh gosh, the last time i blogged was like in February and so many things have happened. But I won't bother going into an account of what happened since then. I had the sudden urge to blog today when i came across what i felt was a tremendous piece of writing and advice. It touched something deep in me and never felt anything that made more sense than this piece of writing. So enjoy, feel what i felt, sense what I sensed and see what I saw...

ADVICE, LIKE YOUTH, PROBABLY JUST WASTED ON THE YOUNG
By Mary Schmich

Taken from Chicago Tribune. Originally published: Sunday, June 1, 1997. Initially attributed as written by Kurt Vonnegut for the 1997 MIT graduation ceremony.

Inside every adult lurks a graduation speaker dying to get out, some world-weary pundit eager to pontificate on life to young people who'd rather be Rollerblading. Most of us, alas, will never be invited to sow our words of wisdom among an audience of caps and gowns, but there's no reason we can't entertain ourselves by composing a Guide to Life for Graduates.

I encourage anyone over 26 to try this and thank you for indulging my attempt.

Ladies and gentlemen of the class of '97:

• Wear sunscreen. If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
• Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
• Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 pm on some idle Tuesday.
• Do one thing every day that scares you.
• Sing.
• Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
• Floss.
• Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.
• Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
• Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.
• Stretch.
• Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.
• Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.
• Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.
• Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
• Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
• Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
• Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
• Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
• Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
• Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard.
• Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
• Travel.
• Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble, and children respected their elders.
• Respect your elders.
• Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.
• Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.
• Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen.

Long awaited updates!

Right right right...Being MIA for so long, people must've thought i died or something. =) CNY 08 have come and gone in a blink of an eye and i'm glad that i'm still on the receiving end of the ang pow and not the giving end...hahaha...my poor cousins and some friends who "unfortunately" have started to be in a position to give ang pows must've certainly felt the pinch! =p

CNY was a tad bit boring but thank god for cousins like Jason and his wife who brought me out to Pure Bar for some "youthful" fun...was back in Melaka and every where was JB, S'pore and KL cars...its amazing how ppl from all other states seem to throng Melaka at this time of the year every year. What is there to see i really don't know. I suppose food is good and cheap there. Managed to catch up with some old friends and relatives especially cousins whom i've not met in 25 years. weird when you think you're related but this is the first time we're meeting in 25 years. and the funny thing is we actually get along pretty well! Sorry tho Michael...would have loved meeting up with you and Zoey and wifey but well..there's always another time.

Well, I've recently gotten my 2nd tattoo done after such a long time of waiting...i very cleverly pre-empt my mum before coming over and apparently she didn't tell dad...*oops* So on the eve of CNY nice daughter (ME) drove to Cititel to pick them up and head to Melaka. Got down from my car and help load luggage in the back of my car and Dad spot the tattoo from a mile away as he was walking towards us... (smart me wore shorts and slippers while tattoo was on right inner ankle!) Dear dad got in the car and started asking me
D: "What are you trying to do??"
Me: quiet...
D: "Just because i never say anything about your first one you think you can keep doing more tattoos?"
Me: quiet...
D: "why wan to do it? makes you feel macho? pain is liberating? what what? tell me la!"
Me: quiet....
D: "Your brother oso do..both of you oso same wan..never think of consequences! your father me very open wan and quite liberal ady...You do on your back i don't wan to say..you all drink and do duno what oso i don't want to say...but this one..this one too much ah! some more do on the leg! imagine next time when you are 70 yrs old it will stil be there!"
Me: quiet...
D: "I tell you, you better don't go and do the third wan!"
Me: quiet...(thinking: but i ady know what i want to do for my third wan!)
D: Sigh..."Tell me la what are the young ppl nowadays thinking? next time wan to erase it so difficult and will leave a scar. how?"
Me: quiet...
D: "You are big ady..grown up ady I oso don't want to keep on nagging but this...this one really...sigh"
Me: "eh pa, this song quite nice le...(turn up the volume on my radio)"
D: "yea la yea la.."
Me: " you want to drive?"
Turn into Dengkil rest stop and swap drivers and there ends our one-sided lecture which my mum cleverly and peacefully slept thru it...


Poor parents to have a daughter like me must've caused them lots of heartache and throughout the days in Melaka we had a time of debating and sharing on parenthood. I guess children always want to go their own path and do what they want and learn from their mistakes. Parents on the other hand would rather prevent them from making the mistakes and keep them from heartache and hence the scoldings and the naggings...but life is cruel. the pain and mistakes are inevitable and lessons learned the hard way is something that will definitely stick with you for a long time...but thankfully i've had a good foundation in moral values and lessons since young and this has somehow saw me through my turbulent teen years and even up till now. I admit i'm a hard child to raise, rebellious and superbly opinionated. The more you say no the more i would wan to do it..i hate being controlled and dad actually commented that even God can't tell me what to do...so at the end i suppose its really a balance..i'm rebellious but hving grown up and matured i've learned to see things my parents' way and discuss and talk with them more while my parents have also learned to compromise and support me more in my decisions and not use so much force. Give and take...same as any other relationship...

I'm not sure how i'll fare as a parent myself but well mum, dad you guys did a great job! Happy valentines day!

Sneak Peek

Peek-a-boo!

These are some interesting reads..check it out all you blog surfers out there!

• www.daretolaugh.blogspot.com
• www.mountkinabalubeckons.blogspot.com
• www.onghs.blogspot.com
• www.franklyopen.blogspot.com
• www.bedroominnersecrets.blogspot.com (err..i suppose this is more applicable to married couples)

Enjoy!