My early Sunday

By the time I reached home, it was 12:30am. I munched on the Carls Junior Fish Fillets and stumbled to bed. By then it's already 1am.

5am. The knock on the door came and we woke up. Bathed, brushed our teeth and we headed out. We got the coffee for late grandma and continued our journey to Bright Hill Rd. It was 6am by the time we reached there and there was already a long jam all the way to along the side of the road. Traffic police were all around guarding and directing.

Relatives meeting relatives, finding table to set up their offerings. Everything was done in the dark with lights borrowed from the flames emitted from the candles and incinerator. The break finally came fast and by then, we are already making our way out from monastery.

Then was breakfast at Sian Tuan Ave and headed home. By then, it was 8am. Along the PIE, the long jam has already formed along the exit to Jalan Bahar.



Thank god we are not going to Lim Chu Kang today. Else it will be another long wait. By the time we reached home, one by one we concussed. As for me, I concussed all the way till 4pm. Waking up for my late lunch, then was slouching in my sofa and watching tv till now.

Another weekend ended. Tomorrow is back at work again.....

In dreams he came

I dreamt of Mas Selamat.

In dream, I dreamt the news reporter reported that he has been caught. The reporter zoomed over to a video clip of how Mas was spotted. In the next scene, I saw Mas, sitting in the aisle seat, attending to NUS convocation (I wonder why the hell I will even dreamt of him appearing at a convocation). A mediacorp camera man spotted him and pretended not to recognise him, approached to interview him.

Then, there was a close up of Mas, his face was in bruises, the corner of his right eye and a corner of his mouth, and was wearing exactly his detention uniform. And then Mas was politely replying to the reporter until at the end, the reporter used his hand and cup over Mas's face and say "you are under arrest". Then thats how I dreamt of Mas Selamat being caught............

Mas ah Mas, you are so famous that I even dreamt of you leh......you are like a national star now....posters, tee shirt prints, mugs, mms, news reports......are you trying to tell me something in my dream? Are you dead by now???

Workaholic Sat

It's 6:30am. The alarm sounded and I off it, heading back to sleep. It's 7:30am. I woke up in shock and realized I have overslept. But is a Saturday morning..I consoled myself. The warm water rushes through my body to wake me up. My dad and mum are awake by now.

Dressing up and packing my bag, they drove me to the place to get the test date. Indeed, early in the morning, not much of a crowd.

I got what I needed, hopped into dad's car and went to have breakfast at Jurong East Hawker. Its been so long since my last visit. After a heavy breakfast, they dropped me off at my office, where I spend the next 6 hrs slogging away. Surprisingly, my two other colleagues came back too! Then I met a third one at the corridor, and other one, and another one...... so! It's not a big deal man...any other ones do return back on weekends to clear their work.

Just as I was about to leave when I am almost done, it started to pour heavily. Then when I came out from the office with my brolly, the rain stopped.

Then was back home, starving...cooking my hot pepper noodles for a late lunch at 4pm..then was watching animal planet...a tortoise who had too much sand in stomach died, a skinny tinny weeny baby kangaroo died, some monkeys escaped and retrieved...

Then I head for shower, sitting on the bathroom floor, with the warm water running through my back and body...I nearly doze off in the zen position...

Now two pillows to support my back, I am typing away...hoping I am doze off to sleep........I am really tired, brain...let me rest in peace.

Again another early morning tomorrow for praying at 5:30am. Then may return again for work....time is not enough.

Xia suay's has a sister, name Xia xue.

Mdm Cheong!! This is the dress my sis bought to SHARE with me!! You want one?? Can.........buy you a cloth you go sew one yourself oke?????? Lol! Anyway there is a joke that I share with Mdm Cheong but aint going to blog about it else think she will pull off my hair the next time she sees me.

I just read Xia Shuay's sister, Xiaxue's blog. MUahhaha! Damn entertaining! It’s always about shopping, eating, tour, boyfriend, fake lashes, nails, pink pink pink!! She really has a fetish for pink stuff!!

On a serious side, I can understand that that's part of her "job" since she is a celebrity blogger. She makes a living by blogging. And I guess, thru her blog, besides updating her life and habits or happenings, she also advertises for some R & R places or salon or manicure or what other girly stuff there is in this world. Well, at least she has a justifiable reason for being "bimbo" BECOS SHE IS PAID TO DO SO (SO?) (SO?!)

Some of her video clips "to teach you how" seems pretty workable and innovative esp the one she demonstrated how we can wear our bikinis in different ways, how to wear fake lashes, how to cook instant meeeeeee...etc etc......hmmmm….pretty entertaining….

So, she has a reason for being one. And it’s all for our entertainment, just like Steven Lim. So she's the female version of (Bim)bo, and he is the male version of (Him)bo and both equally bodoh.

But oh well! Of cos there are some bloggers who write according to what readers want (no demand, no supply right?). Some talks only about the good side of their lives showing the whole world how carefree they are leading, probably it’s a blog for their ex lover/s to read (?), hoping that will make others envy, or jealous? Some blog to curse and swear co colleagues/bosses etc, saying out all those that they cannot say in the days under constrained circumstances. Blogging about it is a good way to vent their frustration. At least there is an outlet.

So is your blog as equally bimbotic or you have a message to bring cross to your readers?

For my blog, erm, it's a way to update what I have been doing/or busy with and share them with my fellow friends (whom I seldom meet up and just to let them know hey! I am still alive and kicking lah). Or curious onlookers or those who are concern/kpo but dare not wanna ask anything about me.

Besides, writing is a way to release my stress, what I can’t bring thru communicating via my mouth, I expressed them thru words. I love to write and if you notice my blog entries, they are more than enough to put together and publish into a book (well, I did thought of that. Blog is like reading someone else’s diary and being KPO is human’s nature, so guess there should stir some curiosity and interest from the readers. Sound like another business opportunity, well Xiaxue maybe can consider doing that. LOL!!!)

Besides, this blog is also a place to crap and share you some jokes as well, be here for you to see thru my ups and downs (well! if a blog is always about happy stuffs, it’s not a "genuine" blog anymore right?). My style of blogging is to sharing my thoughts, what is worth/interesting/funny to writing them out.

Anyway! This entry is all abt the new dress and xiaxue. Go read up her blog if you are curious about her, here it is.........www.xiasuay....nonono....is http://www.xiaxue.blogspot.com/

Something funny..............

Muahahahahaha! I was chatting with sis today and she showed me something she actually took while we went on cruise on feb last mth. Apparently what happen was, I was jumping or walking around in the room, nothing better to do, OR, marching away in the room while waiting or what..

Then she focus the cam on me. I dare her to take, she really took. And so a masterpiece is formed:
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你们看！好笑不好笑????

Bernard's Convo

Hei Hei!!! Today was my bro's poly convo. Hmm and it's my 1st visit to Republic Poly!! Looking at this new campus at Woodlands, it reminds me of myself, when I first enroled in Temasek Poly. Its that same familar feeling again, beautiful neat tall buildings..nice sceneries, wide walk ways, big flat carparks, many greeneries...


Sis and I were resting our feet at a nearest cafe while those with invite cards, my dad and mum attended the boring convocation ceremony for say 1 and a 1/5 hrs. Damn cheap the drinks were, a cup of latte cost about $3, a ice milk tea is only $1 for a regular cup and $1.20 for a large cup. I think I should drink a dozen of milk tea until I can lao sai all the way from woodlands to back home. Nevertheless! Its really cheeeeeeeeap. I mean, cheaper than those you get from Starbucks or the Cafes in the malls. LOL!!!! How good a student life can be.........

Then was to the temple for some praying.................men ah! women ah! all squeeze together ah! Suddenly all strangers became so close together. Body rubbing against each other. The sweat.....the smelly oily hair..........dirty smelly clothes.........argh!!

(all vying their way thru to the vase just to drop their lotus flower and donations!!)

Then was to Taka to Yum Char then to BBDC to apply for the stupid theory test which my dad been bugging and suaning me that I have been delaying it for weeks already. My god! The damn long queues and I simply do not understand why I need to register online, then take a queue no. to wait for the counter staff to process payment, allocate me a test date and other don know what other procedures. Why cant they improvise their website to something more user friendly that could allow us to register online, pay online, then chose test dates all these to be done in the initial stage!!! Why do I have to register online, and still, have to, in person, come to the centre and spend long hours WAITING where many things could be settled thru the web unless say an eye test of cos I will have to come over. Else they could also allow us to have our eye test done in optical shops or eye centre (where a test report can be issue to us as prove) so as to reduce the no. of ppl crowding up the driving centre!


Forget it man, after a long day since 6:30am, I do not want to wait anymore and thought I should come back again the next morning. The 1st min they open their gates, I shall charge my way in!!

Close encounter

The headache was bearable, but pestering me. So I asked my colleague for a panadol. The drawer has a tray of three different types of panadols. And among the three, I picked the panadol extra, thinking that it will relieve my headache fast, the other two were for cold relief.

I walked back to my workstation, and popped the pill on an empty stomach, cos I have no appetite for lunch. Typing away and 30mins passed. It felt like a hundred mosquito bites on my palm. I scratched to relief the itch but that does not help to make it go off. In fact, the palms redden. I walked to the washroom to run cold running water to relieve the itch and to my horror, my palm started to swell and I saw the tip of my nose redden, I look like a reindeer. Soon, the ear redden and itch as well. The reaction happens very fast, too fast for me to react.

I turned to my colleague for help, checking the expiry date on the panadol box to ensure that it was not an expired pill I took.

The scratch aggravated the swelling and I have to stop work immediately and rush myself to the nearest clinic for a jab. The few mins wait in the clinic felt like eternity and seeing the doc felt like "I see GOD, my saviour".

She immediately gave me a jab and wrote me a memo, instructing me that if no signs of improvement for the next hr, I will have to admit myself to A&E, don't come to the clinic anymore, and bring along the medication she has prescribed to me. She reminded and reminded, making sure I get her message correctly, before I left her room. By then, my upper forearms and neck started to develop pink rashes as well.

Under the hot sun, I walked my way home, telling myself that I must make it home fast. The jab makes me drowsy and I knock out on bed once I explained to my parents why I was home early.

The slept lasted for 3 to 4 hrs. Finally some decent rest. I checked my palms. The swell subsided. Feeling groggy, I wash up and had my dinner at 8. Thinking and recall back what happened to me. Allergic to panadols? Never have I be allergic to any medication let alone panadols. Then I started to think about what the doc said. Allergic may cause death depending on the different degree of reaction. Then I realised how a little pill could have caused my life.








Then that brings back to two years ago about my close encounter again with panadols. Two pallets to be exact. Some said the toxic may reside in a body for 5 years. In fact, this is not the 1st time I develop allergy in the past recent one year. In the previous few occasions, it was either a little gastric discomfort or itch in the palm which was totally ignored by me cause it never cross my mind that I will be allergic to PANADOL, such a common drug.

But this time, the reaction seemed to have gotten worst. Was it just Panadol extra that I am allergic to or was it that I should never touch paracetamol ever again? Hmm...well, guess its all about trial and error. Now I will not touch panadol extra for a period of time or for the time being? I dun know.

And not only that, I realise certain brand of beer will cause reactions in me as well. Either rashes or aching the next day.

Is that another side effect that arises after my foolish act years ago? See? It makes me realised again that in life, no one will share the consequences with you. Becos if you chose to harm your body when you are just utterly disappointed with others, at the end of the day, you are the only one bearing the consequences for your action. No one will be affected. So, this is another life lesson I learnt. I could have force it down someone else's throat instead!

Life, everyday is a life lesson learnt.

She lives in me

High up in the sky! Where you can’t even see a fly!
Upon the moon, I sat and look over you!
It’s not me who did all these with you! It’s her! It’s her!
Another living soul trapped within my gears!

When she is gone, I share no memories and am lonely.
Memory fails me or I have chosen not to store them in me?
Memory makes me live in agony.
A walking zombie gives no sympathy nor need any.
Memory pains me.
There is no healing nor bleeding, but just a pestering sore within.

And eversince I chose not to think nor remember anything.
I am numb, have no feelings.

You may feel hurt, you may feel me
You may cry and even wanna hug and say you appreciate me
But truly I don’t feel a single thing

This other living soul in me, is seeking fun and tries to make you believe
I am trustworthy.

Well, I am just me, I don’t think for others I just wanna be me and be happy, just wanna do my things
I just wanna prove my existence means something, and once I proved myself this, I fade and stays within.

These walls are big and strong and sturdy. You can try burning, hammering, knocking, begging, wishing, crying, coaxing. It only makes them stronger and protects you away from me.

I am the demon, exile from eternity. The numeric 6 imprinted on me, thrice so to speak.

FOOD!!

Been wanting to blog about this. This happen some time back and yes, I am going to teach you how to whip a simple dinner for yourself and your loved ones! Guys, If Yan can do it, Miu can do it, SO CAN YOU. Here it goes!

First and foremost, cook the rice. How to get it done? A cup of rice is enough for two persons share. Wash the rice twice, drain away the water, fill it with water again. The ratio of water to rice should be 2 : 1. Roughly lah, slightly lesser is oke.




Then! Prepare your ingredients!! Sort them out nicely like this:



PRAWN OMELETTE

Fry the omelette first. How to? Crack the eggs, add bit of salt and light soya sauce and beat fast and well (till you can creat some bubbles). Cut and add in the spring onion (is that what it called?) and diced prawns. Warm the wok, add vegetable oil, heat up wok with bigger fire and evenly spread the egg mixture into the wok. Over turn the omelette on both sides.





FRENCH BEANS WITH PORK AND PRAWNS

Bring the french beans to boil. Do not over boil it. Drain the water and leave it aside. Warm the wok, add a little oil, fry the chopped chives and add diced prawns and diced pork till half cooked, add in oyster sauce. Add a little water if you need. Then pour in the cooked french beans and stir fry a little then scoop onto plate.





SWEET AND SOUR PORK CHOPS

How to do pork chop?? Easy! Slice the pork, marinate with light soya sauce, pepper and salt. Then! Uses the corn flour to coat a layer on the each pieces, heat up the wok, slide in the meat.


Prepare the sauce: Add tomato sauce, abit of chili sauce, salt, sugar, plum sauce, chicken stock. Heat the work, add tiny bit of oil, then pour in the mixture, add some water stir till boiling, then get some corn flour, add with bit of water to make it into a mixture and pour into the wok, stir fast and the sauce will get more starchy. Place the meat on a nice plate and pour the sauce on top of it.



And there! you got your simple dishes whipped!!! Isnt it just so simple??????

Cinderella

The slightly long weekend has come to an end. Was browsing thru my stuff and packing them when I saw this Story book "Cinderella". This is not a normal fairytale book. But the unique part of it was, the pictures in the book are in 3-d pop up. This is the only copy we have. This book has accompanied us through our childhood and whenever I see the pics flipped and pop up, my eyes pop up and brightens up as well. Show you what's so fascinating this book is all about:


( This story of Cinderella goes like this...see, its from hallmark!)


(The window on the right bottom can open, or close when you pull a little tab)

(Cinderella at the cinder, meeting her fairygod mother)

(the magic that turned the cinder dress into a beautiful gown)

(the dance in the ballroom before the clock struck 12. I always run my little finger up the stairs, and imagine the people in the ballroom became real)

(the search for the owner of the glass shoe)

(happily ever after)

Does that rack up your past memories of the childhood we once shared?

Slightly long weekend

Hei hei! Remember I complained about the sandwich I ate weeks ago and I even drew the picture for you to see how tiny piece is the chicken patty in between the bread?? Here's the actual pic for views:


(Looks like any nice sandwiches right?? Meat seems thick and big right?)


(See that? The piece of meat is "for show" only)



Anyway! Finally a slightly longer weekend. Been working until the moon appears and the sun goes down for the past two days. All colleagues were gone and looking forward to this long weekend while I am slowing clearing my work and preparing for what I need to do for the next week.

Long weekends mean sleeping even later and waking up much much later too! Did my painting at home today and realized, I left no boards again!!!! Sigh... sat should be baking cake for Karen to make up for her belated bday cake. Then should be idling again again and again. ;)

Surreal River

(Surreal River)

This is Surreal River. Finally completed it. But somehow, not the one I wanna portray or painted in my brain.

Its pretty hard to merge the colors into one another naturally. I give up. Thus, surreal river is born.

The actual color tone suppose to be much richer, the red portion is darker red. My cam phone and digi cam just cannot get the actual color to be portrayed!!!

Angry angry angry!!!!

Still pending it to be fully dry before signing and applying vanish coating over it. Thats what i like about art, there is no right or wrong. Just either you appreciate it or do not.

Planting and baking!

Hei Hei! Blogging again! LOL!!

I sow the seeds this morning. Hopefully I will be able to see something in a few days time.. pray pray pray....

(Baby Blue Eyes)


Then! It's baking time! I just bought the butter cake mix and banana cake mix yesterday. Girls, if you are not good in baking, fret not! Cake mix is to our rescue! Let me show you how easy that can be!!

BUTTER CAKE

(Step 1: Prepare your ingredients. Butter, Eggs, Milk and Cake Mix Powder)


(Step 2: Add all into the mixer bowl)

(Step 3: Beat all together, don over beat it. When mixture gets creamy, stop beating)

(Step 4: Pour mixture into the aluminum tray)

(Baked!)



BANANA CAKE

(Step 1: Prepare your ingredients)

(Step 2: Mix all ingredients together and stir evenly with a spoon. Then pour the mixture into the aluminum tray)

(Vola! Banana cake is done!)

Easy right? Hehehehehehee! Cake mix are available in Cold Storage. Try it out when you have the time! :)

Auntie Ling..

Went Taka with my gal friend and alston. "Auntie Ling!" He shouted when he saw me. It just melt my heart.... But even before we reach Taka, he has already dozed off in the cab! So we put him in the pram and shopped awhile before he regained his consciousness again. Went to Art Friends to get my boards again before we dropped by the toy shop where Alston could have his fun there. Then he got a "Gordon" Toot Toot Train and was pretty much happy with his little gift.

So, we had our dinner at the Hong Kong Cafe where he was so eager!! Not about the food though, but his Toot Toot Train which was "confined" in the packaging. His poor mummy has to prick and break the hard plastic to dig out the train. His eye sparkled and smile brightly.





The best part is! He is willing to share his new toy with me! But he gave me the "backside" (the train's container) and kept the train to himself. :(

Then after a good rest at the cafe, we went to shop at the cold storage (auntie time again!), thinking I should be getting some cake mix to start baking cakes. The strawberries caught my eyes again. Muhahahaha! Why am I so excited about strawberries?? Cos it's link to what happen yesterday.....

Anyway, side track abit, sorry Ginnise, about yesterday, when I ate your 1/4 or 1/6 miniature size strawberries and offered none of the gigantic size ones on my plate...

So when I was outside the cold storage today, I told myself, I must get it. LOL! They were not VERY BIG, but very fresh, from Korea. And the best is, I need not go all the way to korea to get those strawberries!! And the apples! Red and Big! I saw them and I pictured Snow White in my mind. So! MUST GET IT (tho I am not an apple lover).

Then! I bought some dried seeds to sow. LOL! Dont ask me why, I just wanna get those funny seeds and try to grow a plant. Muahaha! If I can see two tiny leaves, I will be very glad already.


(Auntie's victory!)

(See those fresh apples and strawberries!!!)


(my greated challenge, to bring, no, grow lives...)


Another day gone....

Alston, I am your auntie ling......how sweet...... ;)

Will he make it?

Below email comes from a lecturer from Pakistan:

"I am lecturer in the Department of XXX in The University XXX,Pakistan. In the Department I am teaching M A/MSc classes. Dear I want to improve my educational career and get highereducation, So I want to get admission in M A in XXX. Dear sir I decided to get admission inyour department to get M A degree. Please Sir, give me admission in your Department of XXX that I wantto improve the standard of XXX in Pakistan ."

Will he make it? If this can, I should be a PhD by now.

Sponsor a child

Has always been wanting to do this. But never got to search the right website. Search online always lead me to parental adoption instead. But thats not what I want.

Thanks to sis, she manage to find the right website for me. Actually been contributing mthly to Children Cancer Foundation and Club Rainbow. Though the amount may not be significant but! A little from me and others could accumulate into a large amount to help those who are in need! Nothing is too small from you and me. :)

For a 35 bucks (I think is in USD) per mth, you can sponsor a child for either their education, well being, health checks, basic needs.

Go to http://www.worldvision.org to read up more how you can go about sponsoring a child. :)

Pleeeeaaaseeeee????? ;)

Ghim Moh

It’s been so long since my last visit at Ghim Moh.

That familiar block, the block where I use to leap down the stairs to the econ mini mart with my sister to buy bread home, or to the provision shop to buy the childhood pan biscuits in different colors costing 10 cent per piece.

The smell of the rubber tyres overwhelmed me when I stood nearby that tyre shop just below my block and that Ma Lan cake shop which made freshly baked cakes, no longer stood there.

Every few hours passed by and you will hear the sound from the train running pass the railway track. I still remember how we use to play badminton or skipping at the spacious void deck we had. How we use to run down the stairs to pick up the shuttlecock which flew down from our 7th storey.

The blind man who used his walking stick to tab on every household’s window in order to figure his way, the shoutings from the newpaper boy, “Ma Piew Por, Sin Min Ming Por!”. The story of the spirit of white tiger which will appear when the clock strikes 12 midnight. And not forgetting, my punishments to stand outside the main door along the corridor until I finish my meals, before I am allow stepping into the house again.

Then during the mooncake festival, the neighbouring children, including us, would gather one by one, the elder ones leading the minors, walking up and down the corridors carrying our paper lanterns. Then during the CNY, we will be standing along the corridor, looking down at the lion dance performance, pestering our dad to carry us up so that we can have a better view.

And not forgetting to mention that familiar long kao (drain) where I fell into.

Hmm….those were the days I missed most. I still remember how we used to hide under the kitchen table, under the rice cooker, digging the wood fleck from my mum’s wardrobe or dressing table, using the mini fridge as a bank counter and role play with my sister (now she is really working in the bank), and throwing the sticky rubbery skeleton onto the living room wall. There are many memories worth talking about it.

Everything still seems intact except for some upgrading here and there. The familiar scene of the wet market, I can still remember. The hens, roosters, ducks were kept enclosed in the big yellow containers, stacked up neatly. Big shallow pails of water were use, the aunties, armored with their black plastic apron, were leisurely sitting down on small stools, busy plucking off the feathers from the poultry.

The unpleasant smell made me turn away and the screams rang in my head. It seems like a mass massacre in the market. Then was the little aquarium shop in the market where we will follow my dad to buy packets of tubifex worms for the goldfishes.

I was back at my childhood place again, having dinner with my family. But that familiar ambience which used to accompany me through my childhood days was not longer around. New coffee shops sprouted and we can no longer bring our eggs from home and ask the Char Kway Teow Seller to add for us...

The Garden of Tulips

(The Garden of Tulips)

Hei Hei!! Another painting completed. No brushes, just cloth, primary colors freshly squeezed on the palette, dab and smudge and mix on board. It about 10 inch by 20 inch. Not complete yet without my signature. :) I name it "The Garden of Tulips"

This is suppose to be a draft I did to testing the effect of using cloth to paint. Nice boh?

一帘幽梦

我有一帘幽梦
不知与谁能共
多少秘密在其中
欲诉无人能懂

窗外更深露重
今夜落花成冢
春来春去俱无踪
徒留一帘幽梦

谁能解我情衷
谁将柔情深种
若能相知又相逢
共此一帘幽梦

窗外更深露重
今夜落花成冢
春来春去俱无踪
徒留一帘幽梦

谁能解我情衷
谁将柔情深种
若能相知又相逢
共此一帘幽梦

窗外更深露重
今夜落花成冢
若能相知又相逢
共此一帘幽梦

The vicious virus of Mas Selamat…Hari…Raya…..

It has been a week since the bizarre escape of Mas Selamat and he is still nowhere to be found. 1000 over security officers, guards and police officers were searching high and low for his shadow. But it seems he has either camouflaged or evaporated in the mid air since some strongly believe he is still in Singapore.

The big question mark is, how did he escape? According to the paper report, he was sent to the visiting room and he excused himself to the washroom when he took the chance to SLIPPED OFF. Did I say slipped off? Ya, either he know 仪容术 and turns into a python snake and zig zag through the gates or he has drink some magic potion to make him invisible just like “The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen”.

But even if he turns into a python snake, the guards would have use a stick to beat and chase after it what! So why the hell he managed to SLIPPED OFF???? Maybe it’s the magic potion.

Pictures of him were still splashing all over corners of Singapore. The bus stops, the notice boards, news reports, etc. The sms tone sounded. I took a look and got startled. A close up face to face picture of Mas Selamat. I zoomed in the picture to have a microscopic study of his face, his lips, his nose bridge, his eyes. Hopefully that I will be able to spot him if I see him on the streets.

Then this morning, I was using the office toilet and when I was washing my hands at the basin and looked into the mirror, I got startled again. There he was, Mas Selamat, staring straight back! Then I realized it was just the notice pasted on the back of the toilet door.

Then was talking to my sis some days ago and I suddenly bimbotically blunted out “Aiyah! Must well throw the tear gas into the possible hiding forestry and force him come out!” and sis replied “Yah, and all the animals will be running out also” and roll her eyes at me. Then just yesterday, she frantically came back from work ask if there were news reports on Mas Selamat appearing at Orchard Isetan cos the whole building was shut down! And not knowing what the reason was, her colleague told her was becos the terrorist was spotted at Isetan, erm shop lifting for a pair of sunglasses and a hat. My turn to roll my eyes back at her and asked “why will a terrorist go limping to a big crowded shopping mall in Orchard to steal a sunglass and hat?!”

The virus of Mas Selamat, has affected us.

Was he let off and tail by the secret agents so that when he gathers with his accomplices and all of them will be caught in a net? Was it a genuine lapse in the security? Why didn’t they think of stuffing a tracing chip into his ass so that he can be trace thru GPS?!

#@$^%!

Happy Birthday Karen Cheongster!

First of all, Happy Birthday to my Hussy Mdm Cheongster, one year older liow, you know what to do next hor? Give me a baby to play with leh. I very bored seeing your face for so many years. LOL! On the serious note, thank you for being with me throughout all the ups and downs and tolerating my nonsense as much as I have tolerated yours. LOL! But nevertheless, Hugs, Hugs, Hugs! My dearest frogerella! Hehe!




Then! Today, I stabbed my kneecap in fit of anger. LOL! You believe? Of cos not la! Just an accident out from my bluntness. But guess these few days been very careless. First was my Orh Chye, then is this cut. Anyway, need to show this pic cos I have not been seeing wound/s on my body for a long long long long long time. Pretty excited to see it bleeds. LOL!!

Last week, I did this out from the blues. I name it "Night Forest"



Its on a 8 inch by 8 inch board. Pretty small board and so, I intend to continue this with other 8 boards of the same size, so the whole art work will be a 3 by 3 boards. If you do not understand how it will be, I did a mock up image of how the final work will look like:

(Color on the boards will be of different blue color tone from light to darker blues)

So! Was to Art Friend again to get some new boards, brushes and paints. Yeah....I am starting my painting again ya. But this 8 inch by 8 inch board happens to be OUT OF STOCK. And only Creative Hands are selling this size. @#$!*&! So got to make another trip down again when the stocks are in. @#$#%!

Was trying to figure out how to fix the Easel for almost half an hour when I reached home and I finally got it done up:

(I just can't get the horizontal metal support to be fixed on the Easel!!! But finally did it)

A pretty calm and nice day to be able to meet up Ginnise and Calvin even for a short while. :) But aint able to join you for the service cause my heart is fixed to rush home and do some testing with my new paints!!!! LOL!!!