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Fleas of Sunday

Can one do lunch, coffee and flea market scouring in 1 hour or less?  Yes, one can. This afternoon I went Gurney with Wan Zhi , Siaw Lin and BF for lunch at Wong Kok, a place which I will only go if there's a worldwide famine and they are giving free food with someone escorting me at knife-point. Yes, the food was that HORRRRIBLE. Why the place is crowded is beyond me.

From the drinks to soup to dishes to dessert,  one word, horrifyingly awful. Wait, two words in fact. 

However, the mini flea market at Gurney Walk was a winner. We gotta give it up to the Japs. Apart from porn, the Japanese are known for their great affection for all things weird and kawaii. 
Silicon heat-resistant handler
Tall girl umbrellas
Ancient China Notebooks. My Fave. 

Tea Cup with a wooden stir. How Zen!

Pocket-sized Notepad

Gucci/LV handbag mugs

The weather is mad hot, we were restless and the salesperson were convincing and we ended up buying at least 3 items each without knowing what to do with them now. FML?




Sunday Covets : Fragrances



My old three bottles perfume have come to an abrupt finish and now there are these two perfumes which I'm eyeing  dying for. It is shameful I pick perfumes based on the packaging and advert (two of the very major criteria). Thats just me. 

Like Glass

Wait a minute hello
U broke my heart
you walk through me like glass
I'm shattered
I'm no puppy, I'm no puppet
I'm your man or a boy who thinks he can
Do you really like the flowers?
or your smile a pleasantry?
your orgasm a trickery?
wait a minute I haven't finished
I'm not your father
Do u sleep by the phone like I do?
 Do you keep the Valentine Cards?
Am I on your speed-dial?
I guess not, I guess not
Goodbye Miss Plastic
goodbye faketastic.







Life in the Bored Lane

Weekends for the lay people (lay as opposed to people who have a life) are NOT fun. Im speaking as one. I sit around doing nothing. I walk out to wash my car. I clean out my desk. I put on a cd. I wash my morning coffee cup. I call a friend. It went to voicemail (she has a life). I open the fridge. Two sausages in sight. I took sausages out. I put them in the sink.  I wait for them to defrost. I went to Youtube. No new funny videos. I googled 'depression'. Some medical link came up. I walked to sausages. Still cold and hard as corpse. I cursed. I switched on the TV. Oprah is talking. I threw the remote. I went back to depression website. No similar symptoms found. Walk to sausages again. They are soft. I turn on the stove. No gas.I died.

NigaHiga is just like a Pill


If one ever wonder why Nigahiga has the most subscribers in YouTube history (3million at last count), this will explain. He is just out of the world! I cant't help but returning to his videos whenever I had a bad day. 

Post-Lunch Coveting: Justin Bieber Shoes

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Hate her if you must but the Supra shoes are so 2011. Going to get a pair for Chinese New Year!

Chinese Belief or Plain Stupidity?

Last night I had the experience of my life. At the stroke of midnight, me and a couple of friends took a long and bouncy drive into the woody depths of Balik Pulau, past the cold hills, winding roads, stony grounds and some fair amount of suppressed reluctance on my part, to consult a chinese Taiost Bomoh (Bomoh is malay for witchdoctor) who resides by the mountains. Well,i believe that these people have to live somewhere secluded and run-down, away from civilisation, preferably in some god-forsaken hell-hole so that when visitors travel the distance, they are inevitably led to feel a sense of weird awe, pounding rhytmns of anticipation which instil the rather silly belief that God must live there.

One hour later, we arrived at this dark eerie place beside the cold mountains, the only sound we could hear were the night crickets and the only lights which guided our trembling steps were the dim red and blue lights hanging in the temple. Then my friends (i opted to play the observer role) had to perform some rituals of serving incense and praying to about 15 taoist deities which took the form of various animals and weird creepy creatures like a dog, a green doll, monkey, tiger, sword-yielding little men and some creatures which my limited vocabulary fails to describe. The only thing they all have in common is that they look creepy, fierce and hellish.Then my friend came to gave a brief intro; the main Deities which dwelt there was Tua Ah Pek and Jee Ah Pek(Hokkien for Big Brother And Second Brother) who are the two righthand men of the King of Hell. The statues of them both were extremely ghoulish and fiercely imposing. Their long thick bloody tounges hung to their bony chest and their faces are black and white. They were dressed in dirty rags and the smoke that rose from the incense and the dim red lights only served to eerify(is that a word?) their appearances. The aforementioned weird creepy animal-like creatures lined the temple left and right, kind of flanking andf hailing the Tua Ah Pek And Jee Ah Pek who sat princely in the middle of the hall. Since Tua Ah Pek and Jee Ah Pek are the Chief Guardians of The Underworld , second in line after Satan himself, they must look the part and for me they gain a lot of points in the looks department.  

My friends went there to consult on their personal problems like health, luck and love. A shirtless skinny middle-aged man there then went into a trance, supposedly the Tua Ah Pek possessed his body to heal my friends. Then they all sat at the altar with the middle-aged man who has become Tua Ah Pek. He had now dressed himself in a long hat and a flowing white robe and shaking profusely while chanting. The consultation took place. Most of their problems were said to be caused by 'bad luck' and Tua Ah Pek jotted down their problems on a piece of red paper each and they were instructed to go into the open and repeatedly beat the red paper with their sandals while chanting 'I hit you, siau ren' (siau ren in mandarin for little men which means bad luck).

After that, comes the payment session. Of course, there were a million small coin boxes, all painted in red and decorated in the most elaborate lighting. The worker aunty(a healed volunteer i guess) guided my friends to each of the coinbox and told them to 'sui yen' (mandarin for give as much as u are willing to, no pressure). Not only coins in boxes, each were to give money in a red packet.

Mmy friend who has weakness in his right hand were told to rub his hand with a piece of 'gold paper' because apparently by doing so repeatedly could rub the weakness away (a chiropractor's nightmare) Then he asked the friend to go out and kneel towards the open night sky and he started to chant in a 'heavenly' language that we were not supposed to understand. The weirdest thing of it all is that the man in trance possessed by Tua Ah Pek could not walk but hopped around like the vampires you see in old Chinese movies. They all left  with a packet of plastic bag each containing some red paper, gold paper and a golden ball supposedly to give them luck and shun the devil.

I wish I had captured some pictures of the whole affair but I was too frozen and appalled to do anything. but i managed to google some pictures of Tua Ah Pek and Jee Ah Pek's statues and a trance session.



(Top row pics are Tua Ah Pek and Jee Ah Pek, the long-tongued guardians of hell. The black and white pic is Tua Ah Pek in a trance. The fourth pic - black creature is one of the legion of creatures of Hell, not Oprah Winfrey)

Im all for the freedom of religion but if it is stupidity and greed cloaked in the long robes of religion, then at least someone has to make a laugh out of it and point out the obvious.

Post-lunch Coveting : Slim Business Suits

      Gucci, Dior, the likes. I hope the Law of Attraction really works!




I Rest My Case

Jawi Court
Armed with a pencil-sketched map drawn by the ever helpful Kartik, i drove to the court in Jawi, took more than an hour to reach there due to morning traffic and utter lack of sense of direction on my part. After three wrong turns and approximately 2000 calls to a very patient Kartik, I finally was greeted by this orange building which looked exactly exactly like my primary school, complete with a freshly manicured mini garden with water feature, classroom-sized chambers, a small compound, narrow corridors, black signboards, tight-lipped staffs and it even smelled like my primary school. I can't mention the condition of the toilet here, at least not before lunch. 

Lucky us Penangites, our Court looks unspeakably majestic. The view at night is crazy. Check this.
Penang Court night view
Penang Court day view

Veen(female colleague, young, deeply in love, hopeless romantic) always go on and on about dying to have her wedding photographs taken in the halls of Penang court at nighfall.Well, to me, breathtaking view aside, i wonder if its an okay idea to associate budding romance with a cold stony black and white institution which sees the fall of many a marriage, angry splits and division of innocent children and cruel death of a once happy family.

someone please shoot the pessimist in me.

Of God, Flu and Justin Bieber

Heavy lunch, closing eyes
wish to nap, how can i?
scorching sun, mood is dry
work waiting, time to cry
add a flu, nice to die
runny nose, germs to fly
typing sound, lullaby.

The flu is killing me and im buried under a hill of napkins. Apart from my habitual lamentations about the Imperfect Life of Mine, lately I have the morning tendency to thank God in silence, turning down the radio trying to audio-fast(they are overplaying Justin Bieber in every fm) and have a little quiet time with God between house and office distance; 15 minutes of gratitude and reflection amidst the ugly cacophony of traffic roar, weekday drone and the usual works which erase what really really matters in Life. And it is not Justin Bieber. 

Gem for Lunch

Had lunch with Veen and Kartik at an Indian place in town called Gem. Pricing aside, the food is quite good.

The red saucy dish is Paneer Butter Masala and it is divine. It is supposed to be cheesy but to me it tasted like soft  milky beancurd soaked in thick cream but marvellous nevertheless.

                            68 Bishop Street,10200 Georgetown. For reservations call 04-2624070

Mondays for Morons

I am somewhat convinced that Mondays are made for morons. Weekends leftoever pleasures are still lingering, songs still playing in our minds, good food still swimming in our stomach(if u have constipatory problems, that is)and friend's conversations are still ringing in our ears as we drag our holidaying feet to the cold cold place we call the Workdesk. Phones start blaring, people expect things from you, coffee get cold, the computer gets slower and slower as your eyes getting smaller than Mulan, thoughts become dimmer and suddenly its lunchtime, a genius invention to torture working class to the max. Consider this; u get one hour, u walk to your car parked two blocks away and drive out to cruise for an ideal lunch place, by ideal i mean it has to be one which is near to the office, has parking space you can swirl your car into Bond-style, serves quick but delicious food, airconditioned, cheap, halal (if your colleagues are Muslims) and finally agreed unanimously by all lunchmates. Then u stand around like idiots waiting to be seated in packed smoky greasy cigaretty stuffed eating area, an affair which can easily take up to 10 minutes. Then you and the legion of colleaques will begin to order, good luck if they comprise of girls.

Girl 1 : I want sirap limau ice kurang manis.

Waiter : makan?

Girl 1 : today got wat special?

Waiter : today is nasi tomato with ayam merah.

Girl 1: Ok i dont want nasi tomato with ayam merah. Got nasi briyani?

Waiter: let me check(shouting across to the kitchen in Tamil %^&#*$% to ask whether got nasi briyani)Yes.

Girl 1 : give me one nasi briyani, kuah daging, tak mau minyak.

Waiter : with ayam merah?

Girl 1: Errrrr (turning to Girl 2 and ask) u wan share ayam merah with me, its too big, cant finish.

Girl 2 : ok la.

Girl 1: ok nasi briyani with ayam merah. cepat ya.

Waiter : No problem.

Then Waiter turn to Girl 2 and the cycle continues. By the time Waiter takes order from Girl 5, i received a call from the retirement home asking whether i want to enrol. I politely rejected because eventhough the year is 2035, i still have to eat lunch and i havent ordered.

15 years later, Waiter rushed to Girl 1 and declared 'sori briyani habis, nasi tomato ok?'

Girl 1: Ok, anything.

God help me.

God, I need this hair


I need this mop of hair please.My short spiky hair had been standing on my head since 1969 and i need a change!!!!
(photos from http://stylesalvage.blogspot.com/)

Why can't they serve this in Penang?


After starving myself to death for two weeks in line with new year resolution #2 (to shed some ugly weight), I found myself waking up in cold sweat craving breakfast in the forms of obscenely seductive, calorie-laden thick-sliced beef patti, greasy bacon, serious helpings of baked beans, soft poached eggs and melted cheese God help me.
Sigh, why the best things in life have to be either illegal, immoral or fattening?

Photos from the Breakfast Blog and http://russelldavies.typepad.com/eggbaconchipsandbeans/

US Federal Court reversed Don't Ask Don't Tell Policy - The Advance of Pink Soldiers


Gay soldiers in US military can serve openly now. Federal judges are no longer persuaded that moral condemnation of homosexuality justifies governmental discrimination. Though now it is a victory worth celebrating, to me the idea that the gay man has to fight his way to fight for his country is rather appalling. This victory is a modern fruition that ripened late but nevertheless should see the eventual cultural shift to embrace wholeheartedly the 'autonomy of self that includes freedom of thought, belief, expression and certain intimate conduct'.

The world is in dire need of Gucci-clad, moisturized and groomed soldiers.


Detoured


The much anticipated 'The Tourist' and it was a major let-down. Every single scene of Angelina Jolie is seemingly engineered to wow the audience with her Elegance. While no one can deny she is beautiful, overmanufacturing it becomes a turn-off; the perfect hair, the glow, the smile, ravishing dresses, the works urgghh. And i thought Johnny Depp could rescue the show but he is just the same old funny guy who is just endearing. The story line could be a little bit thicker for a gangster-spy movie and hello there are no explosions, believe me none at all!!!  Sometimes after a hectic day, i want at least something to explode or head chopped off or brains splattered but this one, none at all, how dare!!! At some point, I thought the movie is trying to be stylo-romantico  but it kind of simmers out and never achieved the arthouse effect. Less than 3, less than 3... that being said, if the success of the movie is ascertained by the number of times your jaw will drop to the floor upon seeing Angelina Jolie, then The Tourist is the Movie of the Year.

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