End Of May ~ Keren Ann

This song is apt as today is the end of May :) My friend Stella shared this song with us few days back. Its a kind of a cool song. I don't know which rock i live under because i have never heard any of Keren Ann's song before. I'm gonna go check out more of her songs... and get her record soon :)

Here's the lyrics...

Close your eyes and roll a dice
Under the board there's a compromise
If after all we only lived twice
Which lies the run road to paradise

Don't say a word, here comes the break of the day
And wide clouds of sand raised by the wind of the end of May

Close your eyes and make a bet
Face to the glare of the sunset
This is about as far as we get
You haven't seen me disguised yet

Don't say a word, here comes the break of the day
And wide clouds of sand raised by the wind of the end of May

Close your eyes and make a wish
Under the stone there's a stonefish
Hold your breath then roll the dice
It might lead the run road to paradise

Don't say a word, here comes the break of the day
And wide clouds of sand raised by the wind of the end...

Don't say a word, here comes the break of the day
And wide clouds of sand raised by the wind of the end of May

If you like this song, go check her out at http://www.kerenann.com/

Today is Bak Chang Day. (Bak Chang means Pork Dumpling in Hokkien).

Duanwu Festival. The Dragon Boat Festival (or Tuen Ng Festival (in Cantonese pronunciation) is a Chinese traditional and statutory holiday. It is a public holiday in China and Taiwan, where it is called the "Duānwǔ Jié" and a public holiday in Hong Kong and Macau, where it is called the "Tuen Ng Jit". In English it is also referred to as "Dragon Boat Festival", after one of the traditional activities for the holiday. (info from Wikipedia)

I call it Bak Chang Day because the festival is associated with Bak Chang. You see a lot of Bak Changs hanging around in households and many will make the Bak Chang yesterday itself or much earlier. Lots of exchanging Bak Changs too from one household to another.

Lots of auntie auntie were buying last minute stuffs at the market yesterday to make the bak chang. It was like Chinese New Year. They were excited and chattering about like little birds. *lol* As clueless as i am always, i didn't know it was going to be Bak Chang day today. (i wasn't called a banana for nothing)

My mom used to make one of the nicest sweet smelling Bak Chang's ever. I never did find any other Bak Chang close enough to hers. She used to make a lot of Bak Changs when we were little. We'll have it for breakfast, lunch, tea, dinner and supper. After a few days of eating Bak Changs, you'll even start dreaming of Bak Changs falling on you. *lol*

It is a very tedious affair. She'll wake up real early and get all the stuffs ready. Lay all the stuffs on the floor in bowls, plates and the glutinous rice in a big tub. She needed to sit on the floor because the strings to tie the Bak Changs were hanging on the door handle. hehehehe

When we woke up, we all all surround her like a surround sound system... and play with the stuffs. I never like the black eye peas (not the band Black Eye Peas) so i'll always have special orders. I'll tell her i want this and that.. and no black eye peas. Mom will wrap it up and tie a small string to indicate that is my order. After a while, we will start to disturb her to let us try to make our own Bak Changs. She'll give in and let us try. Usually we get too greedy and pack too much in the leaves. When we try and fold it back, it will burst! *LOL* Then she'll shoo us away.

I never did learn how to make Bak Chang when i grew older. Mom stopped making Bak Changs when we were older. It was way too tedious. And there's not so many of us around to eat it too.

Since today is Bak Chang Day or Duānwǔ Jié, i'll share with you what we have for dinner. Its not a feast but its our usual stuffs plus the Bak Changs i bought from the auntie in the market. That is me trying hard to keep up with traditions. Maybe i'll even attempt to make Bak Changs next year if i hear the aunties chirping a bit earlier about Bak Chang Day *LOL* I got to go consult an expert cook of an aunt first :D


fried fishes

stir fried ladies fingers and kacang botol

old cucumber soup

bought Bak Chang to substitute rice
Mundane stuffs but its already a feast for the three of us. I think one of my sisters will be salivating over this food. *LOL*
Happy Duānwǔ Jié to those that are celebrating :)
Ops! I almost forgot.. i found this on Youtube this morning from The Star. If anyone is attempting to do this Bak Chang... here's how...

Callistemon or Bottlebrush
Bottlebrush is a small but spectacular evergreen tree or shrub. Of the family Myrtaceae it is well known as Callistemon or Bottlebrush Tree. It is easy to grow and loves warmth, moisture and sun. Bottlebrush is native to Australia mostly growing in moist soil in open or woodland sites. (info from

This particular shrub/tree was planted by mom and dad few years back. They will usually buy a pair of every plant they have. When we bought it, it was about 2 feet tall or less.

Mom had a kinda faraway look at that time... and told us... i wonder if i'll get to see this plant grow big and huge. But the time it grows, i'll most probably be gone. Then we assured her that it will grow fast. Just for her, it will grow very fast.

When i came back into the house, i show mom this comic from Peanuts.

I asked her the same question too. Why? Where are you going? Then we both had a good laugh over this comic.

The bottlebrush did grow fast.. and huge. It was planted beside the drains. The drain water kind of speed the growth. It is indeed a spectacular shrub. I can't really call it a shrub because its huge.

She loved it. Her bottlebrush provided lots of shade. And it brings a variety of birds and bees and lots of butterflies. Our garden is like a mini aviary. In the afternoons, sometimes we have quite an orchestra from the birds. Big and small and tiny and minute. They just play on cue. hehhehehehee

Mom's bottlebrushes still provide a lot of shade. And its beautiful. No maintenance at all and it even dances in the wind. It brings many butterflies. It reminds me of my beautiful mom too.

Here's our bottlebrush.

This bottlebrush does look like the bottle brush we use to clean babies feeding bottles right? :)

Fraulein ~ Bobby Helms

This is one of the songs that my papa's been listening to a lot lately :) I'm sneaking this to you. Don't tell him *shush*

Fräulein (literally, "little woman" or "little Mrs.", colloquial form Frollein) is used as a title for young girls or unmarried women as opposed to Frau for married women. It is used with the first name or last name (Fräulein Anna or Fräulein Schmidt). courtesy from Wikipedia

Vertigo ~ Vertigo, or dizziness, is a symptom, not a disease. The term vertigo refers to the sensation of spinning or whirling that occurs as a result of a disturbance in balance (equilibrium). (more on http://www.neurologychannel.com/vertigo/index.shtml)

Today is the first time i heard of this word with a spinning meaning to it. The other Vertigo that i know of is an old movie of Alfred Hitchcock.

Medical terms and i don't go very well. Maybe that's why i am never in the medical profession :) But i do know dizziness... and spinning and whirling headaches.

My neighbours daughter and family came back for a holiday three weeks ago. Its been a long time since she is home from abroad. They only have three weeks leave. So in this short span of three weeks, i am sure they would try to cramp in as many things as possible.

They even went on a island holiday with their folks for a week, and that leaves them two weeks to see everyone and eat everything in sight. I am sure Malaysians that are abroad craves the food back home. My sister does.. and so does her husband. Even Stormy, when he comes back for a break, Stormy tries to eat as many nasi lemaks and nasi dagang as possible.. hehehee.. Sometimes if you eat too much too suddenly... you'll end up with a bad tummy ache.

Back to this girl... there's people to see, friends to catch up and everyone wants to take you out somewhere. Today was the day she's supposed to fly home with her hubby and baby. The packing and all the flurry of events these past week somehow set in. She fainted. Vertigo.

Too much stress. Too many things to do in such a short frame of time. Too many people you want to see. But the most important people you should spend time with is your mom and dad.

She got admitted to a hospital and they have to reschedule everything to next week to fly home. I don't know how vertigo is treated. I guess she does needs rest.

You can't possible cramp everyone and everything in three weeks. Sometimes you have to make choices. And just spend time with the ones who mean the most to you. I know there are people who wants to catch up with you.. many i am sure when you haven't been back for years. There's so many things you want to eat. And so many places you want to reconnect back to capture your past. There's only so much that one can do. Choices. We can always choose.

Hope she gets well soon and good enough to fly home next week.

Its getting late and my head is a spinning too now.. hhehehehee.. Bright lights from this screen is either gonna blind me one day or give me a huge migraine to last me a year :)

I learn something new today. Vertigo.
This past few week or was it weeks have been extremely warm. Extra... strange... very warm. It is even too warm to blog. *lol* My brains just melts.

Thank god today we have some dark skies. I guess Nessa and Spiffy's raindance is working :)

I work IN the house and i am sweating like a pig. I pity those that are working outside.. be it in construction, farms, cleaners, garbage guys... anyone who is out working in the hot sun to give us a better world. What would the world be like if nobody wanted to be garbage collectors, nobody wanted to be cleaners, nobody wanted to be taxi drivers and nobody wanted to be constuction workers. And everybody just want to be a blogger sitting in front of a computer like me.

In the extreme heat, we are contributing more to the hole in the ozone by keeping our aircons blasted to full. Our electricity went from more to most.. hahahhaha.. We are trying not to switch on the aircon in the afternoons and keep the bills to a manageable number. Now we switch off all the lights that are not in used. As my dad said.. the electricity bill alone is 1/3 of his pension.

Today is not as warm as yesterday. And it is surely not as warm as some parts in India and some other parts of the world.

Dommy is lying on the floor on most days. I even sprinkled water on him.. *lol* Sometimes i give him an ice cube to lick. I pity the dog next door. Forever chained to the gate in the hot sun. To guard the house. Heartless souls. I sometimes hope the owners become dogs in their next life... hahhahaahhaa.. yes.. weird things run in my head.

I don't mean to judge people. We cannot tell people what to do and how to run their lives and expecially how to take care of their dogs. Stormy even suggested that i ask the owner if they wanted to sell the dogs. They kept the dogs to only guard the house or to bark when there are strangers outside the gates. Why would they want to sell them to me? They will just get fresh dogs after i buy these two.

Dogs are hardy creatures. But there's only so much that they can take. Its a dogs life.

One of the dogs got loose today and came out through the gate. She is so thin. She came happily to my side of the gate and i drop her some biscuits. She chomps down so fast like she haven't eaten in days. But i know the owners do feed them. She ran laps in my garden. And checked out every nook and cranny of the garden. When it was time to go, she went back to her home. Enough said. Even a dog knows its way home.

We try not to be judgemental of others. We are not without sin ourselves.

Without You ~ Motley Crue

This is one of my favourites too from the noisy years :) Kinda found out that i have some same taste of music with some of my online buddies.

I guess you were a rocker chick Emila. Because you love all the rock bands that i do too :) We were from the noisy era. Spiffy too. Even as a yolk.. he sure can party! Well.. Nessa's not too bad too with her head-banging and dancing in her clogs :)

We had a small party at Emila's home few days back. *LOL* I guess virtual parties are possible now.

But all the night-time partying at this age is sure taking a toll on us "young fellas".

Poodle. When the name poodle comes to mind, we will usually picture the cutesy dogs in dog shows. With balls of fur here and there, primmed to perfection. Trotting down the aisle in the dogshows in their perfect coat and fancy ribbons.

The Poodle is a breed of dog which is highly intelligent. They come in three different sizes, kinda like your drinks at McDonalds. Small, Medium, Large.

Our poodle Dom however is no schmancy pancy dog. He is just like any other dog... happy but curly. He is not all fancy like a showdog. He is just.. normal. Like the dog next door.

Dom came into our lives two years ago. We adopted him from a boarding house. He was actually a dog to keep mom and dad company. My mom didn't actually liked the look of him when we went to the shop to visit him. He was all scrawny but happy. He was running up and down with his other doggie friends and his brother Moet. We just wanted a small dog to keep in the house. So its easier for mom and dad to care for him.

His time with mom was short-lived. Mom only got to know him for 3 months. Then she went on her way. But in the final months, his relationship with mom went from better to better. Mom grew to love him. Then he made the ikea chair in the hall his. The chair is still his.. but its all worn out now...

Well.. it started with.. no dogs in the house... and then.. dogs are allowed in the house.. but not on the furniture.. then it went to.. only 1 furniture.. not all the furniture. Then it was no dogs in the rooms... then it went to.. ok.. only once in a while when its warm.. hehehe.. but no dogs on the bed. Yep.. we are still at that.. no dogs on the bed :) He has his own bed.

He is a highly intelligent dog actually. Very protective of the family and his boundaries. Very obedient. And very loyal too especially to me. Maybe its because i am the hands that feed him. He follows me like a shadow. Even when its really warm in the afternoon, dad calls him to his room.. where its cooler... he will only go to acknowledge dad.. and comes back to sit with me in my work room. Sweating and lying on the floor.. hehehe

Sometimes i feel guilty seeing him lying there waiting for me to play with him. He can sit there the whole day waiting for me for breaktime.

Yesterday i went out for a good 3 hours. And when i came home, he was so happy.. it was like he hasn't seen me for months. hahahhahahahahaa.. Why would i want to trade his love and loyalty for anything else rite? He has taken over a good part of my heart. If i don't have love, i do however have Dom :)

Do you love the sound of the waves? Hypnotic? Calming?

I love the sound of the waves. When i get to the seaside, all i actually do is sit on the beach and listen. I can sit there the whole day and get a huge dark tan :) Sitting there whole nights work for me too... if i don't get washed away by the high tide.. hehehe

When you are really tense and stressed, best place to be is the seaside. Get some sand between those toes and some sun on yourself works wonders. Hopefully, i'll catch some waves soon during the coming holidays :)

Clouds and Waves

Mother, the folk who live up in the clouds call out to me
"We play from the time we wake till the day ends.
We play with the golden dawn, we play with the silver moon."
I ask, "But how am I to get up to you ?"
They answer, "Come to the edge of the earth, lift up yourhands to the sky, and you will be taken up into the clouds."
"My mother is waiting for me at home, "I say, "How can I leave her and come?"
Then they smile and float away.

But I know a nicer game than that, mother.
I shall be the cloud and you the moon.
I shall cover you with both my hands, and our house-top will be the blue sky.

The folk who live in the waves call out to me
"We sing from morning till night; on and on we travel and knownot where we pass."
I ask, "But how am I to join you?"
They tell me, "Come to the edge of the shore and stand with your eyes tight shut, and you will be carried out upon the waves."
I say, "My mother always wants me at home in the everything-how can I leave her and go?"
They smile, dance and pass by.

But I know a better game than that.
I will be the waves and you will be a strange shore.
I shall roll on and on and on, and break upon your lap with laughter.
And no one in the world will know where we both are.

~ Rabindranath Tagore

My hunger and thirst for books... magazines. Anything to feed my eyes and mind. Err.. sometimes i don't finish reading some of the books or magazines. They are just there, and i pick them up again few weeks or months later.

Some make me yawwwwwnnn.. hehhehehee.. so its left longer till i grow up a little and continue when my mind is more receptive of the stuffs in it.

The books or magazines which i do buy a lot are recipes books. I love to look at the pictures and salivate.. hahahhahaha.. no no no... i love to see the pictures and see how dishes are cooked. I do like to cook. But sometimes ideas ran out. And my beloved oven is far far awayyyyyyyy :( Its too big to be brought home when i scooted home 2 years back. So now its just gathering dust in the other home.

Oh ya.. i found a good book/magazine of recipes yesterday at the market. Yes yes.. i get my magazines fix from the market... the magazine/newspaper stand is not bad. They have most of the magazines from the local bookstores plus its service with a smile. I even get my photography magazine from the market too. *LOL* If they have a bookstore in the market, i'll be sitting there and going there more often :)

The magazine is called "Old Fashioned Nyonya Cuisine". Its supercool because i find a lot of my mom's recipe in it :D They even have a tagline that goes... "Now everybody can easily cook Nyonya dishes with Chef Ricky's recipes!" I hope this Chef Ricky is right.

My daily routine is to cook dinner for dad, Boy and I. They are not fussy eaters. And i am not a very good cook to begin with.. hehhehehee.. Just the normal soups and dishes. Mundane stuffs. Sometimes spaghetti or the chicken chop but that would take a longer time. And i really only have an hour to cook before everyone is hungry. *lol*

Even Dommy sits in the kitchen faithfully waiting for his dinner to be served too. hahahahaa.. Food always lights up his eyes. *lol*

Sometimes its a wee bit tiring. Sometimes i hang up the aprons and refuse to cook. Sometimes... sometimes i just wish i was at the beach again, just sitting on the shore and listening to the waves. The sound of the waves is almost hypnotic.

I'll share some of the recipes with you as i go along. Now i gotta go. Some "beeps" on them yahoos.

Smile ~ Connie Talbot

Smile is a song written by Charlie Chaplin. This version is sung by Connie Talbot, a tiny angel with a big voice. You should hear her sing Ave Maria. More on this small kid with the big voice http://www.connietalbot.com/

Here's a smile for you Hann.

Lilypie 1st Birthday Ticker

For the first time in my whole entire life, i am a real godmother :) Not the fairy with the wings type.. hehehe.. i sure still can't fly yet. The godmother thingy have not really sank in since January because my godson is so very far away :(

Godmothers are suppose to buy lot of things for godsons. Pamper them endlessly. Teach them to be naughty and most of all teach them to escape trouble :D Well, if my sister have known i have all these evil thots in my head, she would have reconsidered godmother status to me.

Hann sent me a beeeeeeeyooooootiful pink Godmother card yesterday for Mother's Day. I am thrilled and looked at the card many many times :) Thank you Hann. Please remind me to spoil you rotten when you come back for Christmas. This would actually be the closest i could get to being a real mummy.

Hann even sent me his first passport picture.. hahahaha.. One for his grandpa too to put in his wallet. I am not going to put in my purse and lose it. You are going to sit on my table... so that i can look at your face every single minute of the day.

I have missed you a lot since i came home. I even miss carrying you even though i only had the very first few days. Guess we'll have loads of time to catch up soon.

Oh ya.. grandpa said you sounded like a dove last week. Cos you went ooo oo oooo... hehehhehee.. from a trumpet to a dove. Not bad at all. I heard grandpa singing twinkle twinkle little star to you last week. When you are older, you must call grandpa more and talk to him. Because he always smiles a lot after he talks to you. You are after all our little miracle.

Here's you at Anny's side. I've asked my angel to guard over you.

Be a good boy and don't give mommy and daddy a hard time. Love ya!

Just Tell Me You Love Me ~ England Dan & John Ford Coley

Today is Soppy Love Song Day. This song keeps popping in my head this morning. I was humming it the whole morning but forgot about the title of the song. I just remembered snatches of its lyrics.. hehehe.. Yes, that's the only way i recall songs. And walla! Youtube came to my rescue. Thank you Youtube.

For people who are almost at the same age bracket as i am... kinda like Emila, Spiffy and Nessa... they would probably get this song. Maybe a past love sang to them before.. hehehe.

This song does remind me of a past loved one. *blush* When we were young.. and silly.. love was beautiful and silly and silly and lovely.. and silly. hahahahaha..

Of all the things humans (and dogs) need most is Love. I believe its love. Because with love, everything else is possible. Have a lovely lovely day ahead!

Hope you all will love this soppy love song.. ;)

I got this email from my colleague this morning.. which sent me rolling on the floor. There were more pictures in the mail.. but i though that i should just post these few.

Malaysians love to shop. I speak for myself too when i say i love to shop. Be it at supermarkets or supermalls. And the ones who suffer are the hubby or the boyfriend and the kids ++ the old folks who have to carry all their grandkids while the mommy and daddy is shopping.

My sister's kids dread it when their mom says she wants to go to Tescos. The father and the kids will have the pepetual stun look and go.. not again... save us save us. My sister spends a lonnnnnnnnnnng time in Tescos. She'll go through almost every aisle.. and i mean a looooooooooonggg time. They should probably just leave her there and come and pick her up later... hahahhahaha

My grocery shopping in Tescos... i try to make it as short as possible and grab all the things i can... some times.. i just grab the few stuffs in my arms and run out..hehehe. On other times, when there's lots of household stuffs to buy, i'll probably get a trolley but the minute i am in Tescos... dad and Boy will turn around and see me disappearing... hahaha.. Else we'll be there for hours.

And this is one of the reasons why kids hate to go to the supermarkets.

But i am guilty of going through every single aisle in supermarkets when i am on holiday. I just want to see what are the different things they have in the country.. hehhehee.. i even look at soap... and detergent packaging. *LOL* I am even guilty of coming back with a bunch of foreign sweets and gums.

I wander’d lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretch’d in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay;
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee;
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

(Daffodils by William Wordsworth)

For the insane few like me who lug their cameras for a walkabout at 1pm in the afternoon to catch some very good clouds... this is what happens...

Dots... and more brown dots.

Lately i've noticed that i have a few more brown dots on my face (the effects of too much sun and NO sunblock) *LOL* I don't really look at my face in the mirror everyday. Its not a sight to behold and gaze endlessly on.. huhuhu... so i hardly look at my own face. I hardly comb my hair too since i can't find my comb under my rubble of stuffs. My hair kind of falls in place or outta place.. hahhahhahhaa It doesn't need much combing :)

ya.. back to the dots. The freckly stuffs on my face is getting more and more. And darker browns.... ooooooooooooooooooooOOOOOOooo... and soon i might be able to join them dots. Maybe i'll get a funny picture. :D

Ya... its one of those late nights... and i am just babbling about nonsensical stuffs. Err.. i kinda babble on nonsensical things most of the time anytime of the day too. Opps!

Anyways, i had a good 1 hour of photography in the afternoon sun today. To catch some clouds. Big white clouds :) Went to a few places and met a few Japanese tourists too. At least they have more sense to wear a cap and carry bright coloured brollies.

I'm going to go find myself a nice colourful sweet brolly and maybe add some sweetness to my total outlook :p Err.. come to think of it.. don't think the brolly will help much here in the total outlook category... hehhehehehe I just have too many dots now to be saved and reversed.

Let me go count them dots tomorrow and keep a note of them. Well.. have a great weekend folks :) Goodnite.

Sunshine ~ John Denver

Sunshine by John Denver is one of the songs that pretty much decribes my childhood. Lots of sunshine and lots of love. I listened to him quite a lot when i was little. My papa was a John Denver fan so we kind of listen to John Denver in the house, John Denver in the car and John Denver almost everywhere we can bring him along.

I know most of John Denver's songs by heart :) and he even wrote a song for me..Annie's Song.. *lol* just kidding just kidding. John Denver sure don't know me by first name. But i know him like all the beautiful songs he sang.

When songs were simpler and life was fun. When people were just nice and all they think about was taking their kids out for ice-creams and dancing by the music from the tv.

Sunshine almost always make me high :)

When i started the other blog, it was to share pictures with my friends and family. With digital cameras and very expansive plus extensive hard drives, we don't really develop photos anymore. We became trigger free and collected too many picutures :) Most are shared online.

But its still nice to develop some of the pictures and keep them in albums. People pictures. Human interaction and life. Especially for older folks, it is actually quite a hassle for them to check the email or facebook to see pictures of their precious ones.

My Third Eye is suppose to be A Picture A Day. Sometimes i post many a day when i get bored late at night. My aim was to record 365 images within a year.

I am almost to my halfway mark :D well almost...

When i reach my halfway mark, i am giving away a free 8R printout to the first 3 commentators.

You get to choose whichever image you like on BooMooHoo. This is my gift to you for visiting my playground on the other side :)

My halfway mark would be at 182.5-09. If you like to have a piece of my memory, do drop me a comment when i get to that post. Soon :D
Yesterday saw both Emila and I looking for ducks and more ducks. *LOL* I categorise them all under "ducks" while they are ducks, goose, geese, swans... or mallards maybe. Or should be under "birds". Hmm.. Nevermind :)

I guess another fever of ducks would be coming up soon... hehehehe

Maybe my HDR friend Bain would be contributing to some of the duck fever too :)

And it all started from the metallic duck we saw from Yunus's flickr. His duck is brilliant. His work is brilliant.

Here's my ducky story. Now i am off for my coffee :) Enjoy!
A tiring day today. I hear my bed calling me.. come come.. come and lie down and sleep. zzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzz...

*ops!* Sorry.. for a while there.. i almost got drawn in by my bed.. come come.. come and.. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZ... hhehehehhe.. my bed is just behind me.. i just got to tilt about 45 degrees on my chair and i can fall onto bed. What a wonderful idea :D

Don't know why its such a tiring day. Maybe getting on in age is one.. hehehhehee.. And maybe i have not sort out the workflow in my head :D The daily grind is starting again. But this year will be better. We are working way ahead of time this time around.

My day started at 8am this morning. Yes yes.. i am the lucky few who can sleep till 8am sometimes. I woke up to the ever eager smiley curly moo to greet me. Guess he needs to pee badly.. hhahahaa.. or maybe he's just eager to check if there are any cats in the garden waiting to be chased.

We come in after his pee & poo and i'll give him some biscuits which he gobbled up happily. He even counted the biscuits in my hands just in case i kept one for myself. Hmm.. actually i have never tried his biscuits. I wonder how it taste like. Urmmmmm.. maybe tomorrow ;)

Then i change his water.. and he laps it up quickly. Sometimes i drop a few drops of apple cider for him. I read somewhere that apple cider is good to keep ticks away.

Off to the market to grab a few stuffs.. and sometimes i chat with the old folks. The chicken seller is very nice.. sometimes she gives me an extra piece. The pau (chinese buns) seller always greets me with a big smile. The paus that she makes are very soft and nice. On certain days the flower lady have some beautiful orchids for mom. But most of the time, i buy the jasmines on the strings from the cheerful Indian lady beside the fruits stall. They are all very cheerful folks in the market. They work very hard. Not like some people who get to sleep-in till 8am :D

It takes about 30mins to finish my marketing. Sometimes less. And off to some hollering in my car with the Morning Show on FlyFM. For some insane reason, i love to sing out loud in my car when i am alone. I used to sing all the way to Kuala Lumpur and all the way back too. *LOL* That is if i am driving alone.

Coming back home and i log in to work. *phew*

Then there's the laundry to hang out to dry... the cooking for dinner... then Boy decided today is Clean Sheets Day today. We usually have Clean Sheets Day on weekends. Thank God my papa helped me with the washing of the cooking stuffs tonite. Yesterday it took me another 30mins to wash everything and clean up the kitchen. I think i fried something which got the kitchen oily.. and i don't know why i used so many pots yesterday. All the pots but one was out. And it wasn't even a fanciful dinner.. hahahhahahaaa

After all that... i am poofed now. Now i feel like i need to poo. *LOL* Please forgive this uncultured person :)

Save Your Love ~ Renee & Renato

When i hear this song now.. i imagine Piper dreaming of Cleo.. hehehhehee.. Yes.. even doggies do fall in love :)

I met this pretty lass
When i went out for my walks
So pretty is she
As pretty as the Queen of Egypt.
Cleopatra is her name
I sniffed love
I smell love
I am in love.
Cleo Cleo will you be my girl.
love, Piper
"The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the ways its animals are treated" - Mahatma Gandhi

Progress of the rescue via the updates here.
This is a very disturbing story that is happening in my country. Thank god for angels like Sabrina Yeap and TV Smith. And the rest of the folks who helped in the rescue mission.
Below is the article from Furry Friends Farm.
About 300 stray dogs were rounded up by Pulau Ketam residents and deported to an isolated island to fend for themselves.
Over half of them are already dead and the remaining ones may not live long. A rescue mission is being mounted and your help is needed. Please read the full story here.
The residents of Pulau Ketam sent some 300 stray dogs to exile on a remote island where the harsh conditions almost certainly guarantee a horrible death. Of the 300 dogs sent there, more than three-quarters are presumed to be already dead. I traveled to the island with Sabrina Yeap of Furry Friends Farm and managed to save only one dog on this reconnaissance trip.
We did see several other starving and dying dogs along the mangrove shore. I am mounting an urgent rescue mission to capture and transport the remaining survivors back to Sabrina's Furry Friends Farm animal shelter.
But time is running out and there might be only skeletons and carcasses left to collect on our next trip. Boat hire is expensive there. It is a tourist area and it has already cost me a few hundred ringgit for boat hire alone, so far. The rescued dogs cannot be transported on the regular ferries.
Almost nobody will lift a finger to help without a fee. This is understandable. The locals are already shaking their heads in disbelief that there are outsiders who want to save the animals they so casually discarded.
Instead of pointing fingers and antagonising them, we need their co-operation to help save the unfortunate creatures. In the process, we also hope to educate the islanders on better treatment of animals. It would be an impossible mission if we didn't win their hearts.
If you are unable to help directly, please help by forwarding this appeal to other compassionate folks who you feel might be able to make some monetary contributions.
Apart from boat hire, we need money to buy cages, to pay people to help catch them, to hire land transport to send the rescued animals to veterinary clinics, pay for vet fees, send the recovered ones to the shelter and to feed and house them for life. I can go on!
To donate or help, e-mail TV Smith at tvsmith@mycen.com.my or Sabrina Yeap at yeapwen@yahoo.com
Fellow bloggers, you can also help by embedding the appeal poster above to your blog and linking to http://www.mycen.com.my/rescue
We are aware it is a monumental task and appreciate all forms of support, assistance, suggestions, encouragement and your prayers.
Thank you and don't forget to view the pictures of the dogs in order to appreciate their plight.
TV Smith
3rd May 2009
I ne'er was struck before that hour
With love so sudden and so sweet.
Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower
And stole my heart away complete.
~ John Clare
Are you flipped yet? Did you get up from where you are sitting and kinda try to turn yourself around to look at the picture above? hehehehhehee

The reason i flipped the image around is because all of us need some exercise sometimes. And getting up and turning ourselves around do count as an exercise :D

Red, Blue, Green, Yellow. I think we started learning about these basic colors very young in our lives. We have Red, Blue, Green, Yellow as house colors in our school sports. Guess they are not very creative as to come up with cooler names. We even have Red, Blue, Green, Yellow as classroom names in primary school. Maybe its easier for the smaller kids to remember where their classrooms are.

Now colours come in more funnier and funky names for example Salmon, Teal or Coral. Teal is my favourite :D Then we have Cyan, Yellow, Magenta, Black and pantone for printing for other arty stuffs. And we have RGB for computers. And many many more different sets of names for colors for everything.

Have you looked at the names of paints or coatings for walls lately? Their names are just so cool. You'll be spoilt for choice. You'll be wondering if you choose the color because you liked the color or maybe because you liked the name of the said paint.

After a while.. you kinda get a bit confused with all these arty farty names. Then its back to Red, Blue, Green, Yellow which is back to basics. I kinda like the Red, Blue, Green, Yellow all over again. Kinda remind me of childhood and the smell of chalk and classrooms :D And whoooooooooooshhhhhhhhh... we are back to the past.

"An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind." ~ Mahatma Gandhi

The other reason the picture is flipped is because we the people are flipped by the recent circus we have to endure. Our happiness are shortlived but justice will prevail again one day. We will just have to be calm and quiet and hopefully the circus will leave town soon.
Sorry Diya... really terlupas. Hope you'll be blogging for a very long time and a lot more hundred posts ahead! Happy 100 post tercapai :D
Justice finally prevailed today! In many households in Ipoh and Perak as i write now, a lot of yabadabadoooooooooooooooooooo is heard. Even my papa did a yabadabadooooooooo at 8.00pm. All we want is fair play. Fight like a gentlemen and when you lose, be a gentlemen and go out with you head held high. And a yaba and a daba DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
The LittleLab tees i ordered from Yun are here :) One white and one black. Both for the boys. Well.. Boy was grining from ear to ear. I guess he liked it very much. Its so easy to make him happy... hahaha

The printing is very nice... and embossed. The tee-shirt material is also very soft. Good material. I wouldn't mind keeping it for myself.. hahhahahaha Maybe when Yun comes up with some new designs, i'll get some for myself. The kids won't want to be caught dead wearing the same tee with me. *LOL*

Oh.. here's Boy modelling the tee for LittleLab.

Nice rite? The colors are bright and spanking bright. If you like the design, do visit LittleLab and order a tee for yourself. This is the first design from LittleLab. More designs to come soon.

Let's support young Malaysian talent. BeliLAH barangan buatan Malaysia :)

anny: i am doing some work on Graz

stormy: who is Graz?

anny: Graz, Austria

stormy: Austria...Australia... same laaa

stormy: u put lotsa kangaroos and boomerangs

stormy: sure nice punyooo

stormy: and dun forget the wallabies

anny: austria le

anny: wallabies ok too

anny: and koalasssssssssssss

stormy: then ur boss come back to u and said "hey anny... why a lot of kangaroos and stuff?"

stormy: u said must localise la bosss...show local spirt of the country laaa

anny: hhahahhahaa

stormy: then ur boss said AUSTRRRRIAAAA laaaaa NOT AUSTRALIAAAA

anny: then i will say.. same laa

anny: both starts with A

stormy: then u said..austria, australia same laaaa

stormy: hahahahahahaha

This is part of a conversation between Stormy and I. We spend many hours yapping away each day online. Sometimes i think mebbe we were siamese twins in our past life.. *LOL* We are quite in-sync with each other's thoughts.

I sit here looking at my screen grinning to myself sometimes. Life sends me rainbows and life sends me a Storm :D

Thank Q for lighting up my life Stormy :D

Yoohoooooooo.. tis is I... the very shiny one :) Today is my turn to blog as Anny is taking a nap. As you can see... i just sneaked out to the garden and am having a roll and rolling on the grass. If Anny finds out.. i am in big trouble. I just had a bath this morning.

I just had a very looooooooooooooooooooong bath today. I stood there for such a long time as Anny shampoo me 2 times. Once with one orange cap shampoo and another time with the red cap shampoo. Its not that i can tell red from orange. I can only count how many biscuits she has in her pockets.

I was standing there for sooooooooooooooooo long. But I actually do look forward to my weekly warm showers in the bath.

Then its another loooooooooooooooong blow and dry with the hair dryer as Dr Teo says i must be blown dry in every nook and cranny of me. In some of them nook and crannies... it tickles. Woof! So that i won't have a fungal infection anymore. It was a loooooooooong blow and dry as my fur has grown thicker. Even Aini says that i am looking very smashing handsome lately. I saw her winking at me the other Tuesday. I nearly fell asleep while i am being groomed.

Now i am back to my fluffy nice smelling self. I get more hugs on Sundays as i smell fluffy sweet as they say. Even granpa says i look nicer now.

As today is Mother's Day... i want to wish alllllll mommies out there a great Mother's Day. Have a great one with your families and hope all of you get some beautiful flowers for your beautiful mommies!

Now i need my 40 winks. Catch you all again later. Ciao baby!

I remember the time i lie on your lap at the doctor's clinic... when i was sick. Your lap was the most safest and comfortable place to be. Sometimes i will lie there longer, so you will stroke my hair.

I remember the time i lie on your lap and you will clean my ears. All of us would line up and wait our turn to lie on your lap to have our ears cleaned.

I remember the time you took me to the hospital to see some doctors. In the heat of the sun, you fainted. Before you fainted you told me to hold on to your bag and to May's hand. You did faint and they put you on a bed to rest. May and i waited for you to wake up again and we went home after that.

I remember you cooked me noodles with chicken breast meat each time i had to rush off for tuition. You were afraid that i will be hungry. But i always told you not to rush to cook just for me. But you still did. And that is why i always remembered my noodles with the chicken breast meat.

I remember the time you and papa stayed by my bedside when i had asthma. I was wheezing and wheezing away, both of you with worried faces. I always think that i was going to die. But i braved on knowing that both of you stayed up beside me all night.

I remember the first day you took me to kindergarten. You went on the schoolbus with me. I was very proud while i was on the bus because i had you by my side while the rest of the kids went alone.

I remember the chats we used to have in your room when i come back for holidays. We will talk and talk and sometimes we will bitch about papa. *LOL*

I remember papa driving us back to Taiping when grandma passed away. You were crying non-stop in the car. And papa played the song Leaving on a Jet Plane by John Denver.

I remember the time you cooked my favourite chicken. When i told you i really love the dish, you will cook it again very soon.

I remember the time that you told us to read... and always read. Because empty vessels makes the most noise.

I remember the time you teach me to paint waterfalls. You always helped me with my art. You should have been a great artist yourself.

I remember the sad face of yours each time we had to leave to go back to our own lives in KL and to work. But you always told me to fly. You always told me to find my own dreams.

I remember the time you saved me all the glass bottles. Washed everything clean and packed it in newspapers. Just because i told you that i wanted to paint some bottles.

I remember the time you gave papa a good shelling when you came back from Taiping to find me with a huge bump on my head. *LOL* Papa didn't even know i fell off my bicycle and had a huge bump on my head for 2 days.

I remember the time you held my hand at Dr Chew's clinic... when i had to get my head stitched back from falling off a chair.

I remember the best nasi lemak you made which we all took to Teluk Batik to eat.

I remember the time you bought a red flowery cloth and made two identical dresses for sis and i. We look like twins. But i love that dress.

I remember the time you gave May and I each a teeshirt from our childhood. You kept it safe as a memory for us.

I remember the time when i had to secretly give you my report card to sign because i failed.

I remember the time you nagged me to sit straight. You were afraid our bodies will be crooked and we would be an eyesore.

I even remember the time you told us not to shake our legs while we eat or else all our wealth will go away.

I remember you always as my very graceful mommy. Soft spoken and never a harsh word for the world.

I remember. And i remember you. Happy Mother's Day Mommy.
Happy Beeday to You
Don't *stare* us too much
Happy Beeday to You ooooo
Happy Beeday to You ho hooooo...
Have a great Beeday Bem! May all your wishes come true :)
Life begins today :)
Here's Nick when he was 6

Today is my nephew Nicky's 14th birthday. Happy Birthday to you dear Bola!

How very fast they grow. Now he is even almost taller than me... aiyaaa...

Bola is his nickname when he was little. He was a big baby. Always smiling... and happy as a baby and round. We all called him Bola. Bola means ball in Bahasa Malaysia. He was round like a ball :)
When he was little, he was always smiling. Even today. His brother Boy named him Nicholas. We gave the elder brother a few names to choose... and he choose Nicholas. Mind you, Boy was only 3 at that time. hahahhahahahaha... But he said in his high-pitched voice.. Nicholas. My brother will be named Nicholas. And St Nicholas he was. Like Santa... always with a hohoho and a pretty smile on his face.
Thank God he didn't named him Umpi. I remembered Boy had a tortoise and he named him Umpi.

May you always have rainbows and good hearts to complete you. And may you always be happy like Santa. Happy Happy Birthday dear Bola!

Love - Nat King Cole

This is one of my favourites from the great Nat King Cole. I love how the double bass makes the song livelier with a dup dup dup :) This makes a pretty good dancing tune with a loved one. Don't you think so? Close your eyes and soon you'll be dancing ;)

TGIF.. let's drop all your guards and go dancing :D

The story continues with Stripey Spiff owing Stripe Bem 10 cents now. Read more about the 10 cents story here.

Stripey Spiff: Here.. here... have a drink Bem

Stripe Bem: Drink? Where's my prize?

Stripey Spiff: Err... soon... soon...

Stripe Bem: Where's my 10 cents?

Stripey Spiff: Sabar bro... soon... i'll get you your prize laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

*Photo Courtesy from Spontaneous Insignificancy & Spiff the Spaceman

Yes Yes. I am a banana. Yellow on the outside and white on the inside. *LOL* Not very proud of myself but what to do... i am a banana. Err.. not the edible one :D

Banana is a term that Malaysian Chinese call their other Chinese folks who are more English... or english educated. I am called a banana because i go to a English school... do not know any Mandarin and cannot read the chinese papers. Its quite shameful actually.

My mother tongue is Hokkien and i only learn Cantonese when i went to Kindergarten. And boy... i do sound funny speaking Cantonese when i was in kindy. Sometimes my colleagues or friends will tell me something in Cantonese (very deep Cantonese) and i will shoot them a blank face. *LOL* I am that bad. I can go "ching cheong ching cheong* with my chinese friends... but i really don't know a lot of hard words.

In my office, my chinese friends will tell me something in chinese and ask me to translate to English to my other friends. I would scratch my head and shoot them a blank face too... hahahhahahahaa.. That's how blurr i am. I think i left my head at home locked up in the cupboard. I am in a world of my own on most days.

My favourite Malaysian comic is Gila-Gila and thereafter to Ujang after Ujang went off to start his own comic. My chinese friends were reading the chinese comic with the three men (Lo Foo Chee). I just flip through Lo Foo Chee and skip thru all the comics that have chinese words. After a while, i didn't bother reading anything in chinese.

I don't know many chinese songs and don't even ask me about the song titles. The only time i really like one chinese song, i had to ask my colleague to read out the lyrics while i write it down in words that i can understand. *LOL* My colleague was pretty patient. My sisters and i (none of us in Chinese schools) would rewind and rewind the tape to write down the lyrics of the chinese songs when we were little. I left it after that because it was too tedious. And that is one of the reasons i don't really sing in Chinese. I can go ching cheong ching cheong.. but its actually all wrong.. hahhahahahhahaaa

The only Chinese singer i really liked is Stephanie Sun and only because she sings in English too.. hahhahahahahaa

There's this very chinese guy which i went out with once.. who keeps listening to all chinese songs... i wanted to just shoot him.. :p

My friends call me the celup and something somewhere lost in transition chinese. One of them even say that i should never marry a chinese ah pek because i will have trouble communicating... huhuhuuuuuu

I guess i am more Malaysian than Chinese. Its not that i've forgotten my roots. But i've been brought up to be more Malaysian and I am really proud to be one :)

The Long & Winding Road ~ Beatles

Its been a while since i posted a song. I've always loved the Beatles and the Beetle as well :D Hope you all will enjoy this song. It sure is a long and winding road to lead me back to your heart.

Here's the lyrics if you want to sing along to it :)

The long and winding road
That leads to your door
Will never disappear
I've seen that road before
It always leads me here
Lead me to you door

The wild and windy night
That the rain washed away
Has left a pool of tears
Crying for the day
Why leave me standing here
Let me know the way

Many times I've been alone
And many times I've cried
Any way you've always know
The many ways I've tried

But still they lead me back
To the long winding road
You left me waiting here
A long long time ago
Dont keep me standing here
Lead me to your door

But still they lead me back
To the long winding road
You left me waiting here
A long long time ago
Don't leave me standing here
Lead me to your door.

Lazy night. I didn't get any work done.. oh oh.. *lol* Probably have an earful tomorrow morning.

I have just been bumping around getting my tv fix. But i did cook today for dinner.. yes yes.. i know how to cook but now i am hungry again. Bet Boy is hungry too. My tummy just made a loud ROARRRRRRRR!

Virtually... how safe are our kids? I don't have any kids of my own yet. But i do have many kids in my life. I have been using the internet for as long as it has been around. It used to be full of programmers and a pretty safe haven. But now, every Tom, Dick and Harry knows how to use one. And every Tom, Dick and Harry knows how to use it for their own dirty evil gains and to harm little unknowing kids.

With the many "social networking" sites around, do you really know who your kids are talking to now? Do you know their friends. And the gaming sites... a lot of evil lurks there too.

I go through many teenagers and kids blogs as well. Some of the kids i do know as they are related to me. Its good to get into your kid's blogs and read about what they are doing... but don't comment la. How uncool it is to have your parents commenting on your blog rite?

The most disturbing thing about these blogs are, the kids... teenagers... post pictures of themselves in very suggestive positions... sexy... inviting trouble. Kids... they really do not know how wide the world wide web is. How easy it is to hack into someone's computer and get all their details. How crazy some people could get and probably be stalking them outside their door. I am paranoid... because i have kids in my life.

I know we cannot protect the kids forever. They will have to fight their own battles one day.

But parents, please read your kids blogs (but don't comment.. haha.. really.. don't comment). Keep your computers in a hall, so you'll always almost know what they are doing. And talk to them, be their friend. They will tell you 'almost' everything if you are their friend. I know its easier said than done. I don't have my own flesh and blood yet. I don't know what's it like to be a mother. I am only a temporary caretaker of Boy.. till he finishes school.

Err.. blocking sites on the computer will not solve the issues. Every kid i know do know how to override the block... ;)
Lately... my subjects in my photos are facing more to the right in a lot of my pictures. I wonder why... is there something more appealing on the right? funny.

PP is looking right...

this bird is looking right too
There must be something interesting on the right. Or something must be Right :) hahahhahaa.. Ok ok.. this is a crappy post :) Its late and my mind is turning small circles! Have a great evening... and to be continued tomorrow.
We have been a bit quiet over last weekend as it was mum's anniversary and labour's day weekend too. My sisters and kids were back and so was PP. The household was overflowing with people... hahhahahaha... We achieved about 300+ pictures on papa's new camera. And all the kids had a go at papa's camera except papa.

I love it when all of them come back. Even for short weekends. We will go here and there and spend a lot of time eating and eating and talking. People and kids will be in and out of the house. Coffee is made... and more coffee.. people still walk in and out. Kids will go here and there.. and it feels like when i was a kid.

My grandma and uncle's house is just a stone's throw away. So we are always walking up and down. It feels like Chinese New Year too.

I kinda have very mixed feelings this weekend. Thinking about mom... and waking up every hour hoping to see that she was home to visit us. And maybe we could probably spend a few moments to chat. She was probably home but when i open my eyes every hour, i didn't see or feel her around :(

When my mom was alive, she was always afraid of ghosts. Even though she never saw any before, she was always afraid to bump into one. And so sometimes, when dad and mom were talking about dying and all those stuffs, they will tell each other not to spook the living one.

Stormy and I on the other hand, would tell each other that we'll trip the one who's living if one of us should go first. hahhahahahahhaaa.. It will probably be me who will have the liberty to trip Stormy :D

We got mom some white eustomas with purple forget-me-nots on Saturday. Uncle did two very nice bouquets.

I had nice time talking with my sisters... and kids too. All of us were lying on the bed chatting.. trying to fit as many as possible on the bed. Kinda like frying fish on a wok.. hahhahahahaa.. It was a tight fit on the bed.

We had a small prayer for mom on Saturday night. Just us with papa. And some aunts and uncles with some kids too. We sang a few songs. Boy and ZS strummed on the guitars. Papa is ok. He's coping better this year.

We bought a cake for Nickolai. Celebrated his 14th birthday yesterday. He's a tall handsome guy now. How fast they grow. I remembered when he was a round ball at 3 months. We used to call him Bola. Now he's thin and very tall like a stick.. hahhahahahahaha.. But still good looking as ever. A heart breaker definitely.

We choose to remember mom with happy thoughts this year. All of us attended her mass on Sunday morning. We sat at the last row. (So we won't get scolded for whispering sometimes) Rachel fell asleep halfway through the service. Some of us however had a tummy ache. Must be the cold air from the aircon in the newly refurbished church. When we sneaked out to go to the loo, May opened the wrong door to go out. (It was the door to the confession box) hahahahhaa.. I pulled her away quickly and drag her to the side door. We went to visit mom after church and took a few more photos at our usual spot.

Joe got married this Saturday too. We all went for his registration. The service was a bore at the Chin Woo hall. The speaker spoke too much.. hahhahahhahaa.. must be a long time since he talked. He even talked about the weather and tried to drag the service to be longer and longer.

The aircon guys came and serviced the aircons. Now our aircons are cold again. No more sweaty hot afternoons.

We ate a lot this weekend. We took them here and there to try all the new spots we found. There were a lot of smiles on our faces this weekend.

May was the last to leave the house today with PP. We lost our smiles after that. Now i know how mom and dad felt when we go back to work in Kuala Lumpur everytime we come back for short weekends. The emptiness.

Now the house is all quiet again. Each of us back to our stations doing our own things. Dommy already sleeping and dreaming of chasing cats in the garden. I miss everyone now. Back to just me and my computer and Papa with his computer and Boy with his studies.

Come back soon ya. Home is where the heart belongs.
With the current economic situation everywhere all over the world... (i am trying to start off sounding important like a newscaster).. errr.. yea... with the current bad economic situation everywhere... a lot of people are laid off with no work... and no work means no money.

No money means no food to survive (well.. if you are like the rest of us who depend on our salaries to survive every month). No food to survive means... desperate measures.

Even well before the economic situation crumbled, we always have thieves in our neighbourhood. Petty thieves. On bicycle sometimes. Preying on unsuspecting housewives and old folks.

In my neighbourhood, a lot of these folks are old. It was a new neighbourhood when i was born... but since even i am with a bit of grey, you can imagine how old most of my neighbours are. And these thieves loves to prey on old helpless folks.

Case no 1 ~ Garbage bins.
One day, we woke up to find all our garbage bins stolen.. hahhahahaha.. the whole backrow. And these are not new garbage bins. These are smelly broken plasticky garbage bins reeking of mouldy food.. and crap. All gone. The whole neighbourhood was buzzing and talking about the garbage bins thieves.

My aunt and uncle living on the next row was laughing their heads off. They were glad their garbage bins was still around. My father refused to buy new bins, just in case the thieves come back again. I think a few of them refused to buy too. So the whole back row... every house was hanging their garbage on hooks.

A few weeks later, the Garbage Bins Geng came back and went to the next row and swiped all the garbage bins off (leaving the lids). They came in motorcycles... and my uncle even tried to chase them in his car.. hahhahahahaa.. i told him.. leave it. They might have knives and who knows... you might get hurt and all over a smelly bin.

I wonder what they want the bins for? These bins won't fetch much in the scrap shop. Maybe these thieves are some artists who are doing some Bins Installation somewhere and they need lots of smelly bins. *LOL* Maybe they will return the bins to us after their exhibition. Yea yea.. i am trying to be postive here :)

If you see some Bins Installation somewhere... do tell me about it. I'll go run over and check it out to find my bin. We even have our house number written on the bin.. hahhahahahahaha.. the amount of bins that are stolen in this area. Dang them thieves. Now all i have is just a hook for my garbage.
Hello everyone :) I was home last weekend for Grandma's Anniversary. There was so many people at home last weekend. Dommy and I were just very tired and confused but happy cos so many people gives us treats.

Now i am on my way back home with Mommy to see daddy before he goes off to work again. Hope it does not rain on the way. Cos its just Mommy and me in the car. I am just going to doze off... and i can't help much with the traffic watch.

I am so happy Mommy packed my things as well. I was worried that she was going to leave me behind again. But don't worry Dommy... i'll be back home again soon :) Cya peeps!
Spiff: Run Bem Runnnnnnnnnnnnn... muahhhahahahahahhahaa

Bem: Run? Why?

Spiff: I am gonna ZAP u laa.. tats why...

Bem: I'll use my supapowers and multiply myself very fast.. see see... try and zap me now.. muahhahhahahahahahahhaaa

Spiff: Alamaks! So many Bems... how la to zap.. i only got one raygun

Bem: Zap me la.. Zap me laaa.. muahhahahahahahaha

*Photo Courtesy from Spontaneous Insignificancy & Spiff the Spaceman

Run Bem Runnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn... you are gonna get zapped!

Don't you all worry there for Bem.. both of them are actually very good buddies... they belong to Geng Stripes ®

If you see both of them in Tescos.. run for your dear life... hahaha

** Photo Courtesy from Spontaneous Insignificancy & Spiff the Spaceman