Okay, I’ll start the ball rolling.

Whiskers
I wish I had the ability of Deflurevertodomuportation. It is defined as the “ability to teleport casually discarded rubbish into the homes or cars of those people who threw it. It is closely related to Deflurevertogastroportation, the ability to teleport faeces back into the intestines which originated it”.

It’s been revealed on Autosport that Sepang now too wants a night race and is reportedly working with the same team of people who are responsible for setting up Singapore’s lighting system.

Now, it’s known that Singapore has always tried to do a ‘one up’ on Malaysia. And generally, they’ve succeeded in outdoing Malaysia. Two most recent examples come to mind:

• The Eye on Malaysia (an obvious knockoff of the 135 metre high London Eye), a 60 metre ferris wheel has Singapore’s 150 metre Singapore Flyer to contend with.
• Then there’s the Singapore Grand Prix, which will be the first night race in Formula 1’s history.

The Singapore Grand Prix has already been dubbed as the Monaco of the East, and yet we have yet to even see F1 cars race in anger there. So, not wanting to be outdone, Sepang has also announced plans to run a night race, preferably in 2009. A case of too little, too late? Not only that… it just screams of “ME TOOO!! I WANT SOME ATTENTION!!!”

Doesn’t it remind you of something? “Ooo.. everyone has a sent a man into space, we can’t be left out! Let’s call ours an Angkasawan and let him hitch a ride with a Russian spacecraft!” Nevermind that we don’t have any program that deserves nor warrants the word ’space’ in front of it…

Sigh… When will there be some form of creative thought and initiative from our ‘higher ups’?

Here’re the rest of the pics! If you missed the first post, here it is. EXIF info has been retained if you’re interested in finding out the settings used.

This is Part 3.

Part 2 is here.

Part 1 is here.

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When she arrived in Adelaide, she gave me a call and we realized that we have fallen in love with each other while she was in Sydney. It just happened. I never thought I could fall for her. She too was surprised with her own feelings.

But she was also in a dilemma. She WAS supposed to patch things up with me and my ex. This is her best friend we are talking about. She was ridden with guilt. She did not know what to do. Should she be loyal and ignore her feelings for me? Or should she come clean and tell her friend that instead of trying to patch things up for her, she herself fell in love with me?

We talked about it more through the phone. I told her what I had with her best friend was more of an infatuation. It was never that serious once I looked back. So she now have to call up her friend and come clean. I too had to call up my ex and explain my side of the story, though come to think of it, I did not need to give any explanation.

She called. I called. What we feared… the betrayal, the accusation, the finger pointing… did not happen. My ex accepted it. We were broken up anyways. She gave her blessing to us…

Fast forward to 2002…

We were married in a beautiful ceremony in her parents’ house. Followed by a reception in a hotel. We have been married for 6 years now and have been blessed with two lovely kids. Lovely lovely kids. A girl and a boy. A pair that’s just perfect in every way.

Let me tell you this, our courtship and marriage is not all smooth sailing. We had our ups and downs. More downs than ups.

Emotional downs.

Financial downs.

We even went through a cancer crisis.

But my wife being her, went to through all of our problems with her head held high and kept a positive attitude. With every obstacle, we grew even closer. We love each other more and more.

My wife is the perfect half of me. I went to Sydney to be an engineer and also to look for my soul mate. I found her. She was from my hometown and yet we fell in love thousands of miles away. If it’s meant to be…

You know that Bryan Adams song Have You Ever Really Loved A Woman? The song have this line in the lyrics:

Then when you can see your unborn children in her eyes

I saw mine in her eyes when I starred into her misty eyes as she boarded the train…

And I knew at that moment…that she was my soul mate…

This is Part 2.

Part 1 is here.

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The year was 1996. I got accepted to a university in Sydney, Australia and flew off with hopes of one day becoming an engineer. I also flew to Sydney with hope of maybe, just maybe finding my soul mate there. How true that became…

My first year in Sydney was quite uneventful. I maintained my geeky persona and as consequence never attracted the attention of the female species. I had few female friends but none of them were interested to pursue anything more serious with me than just being casual friends.

Second year came and I expected much of the same. Until one day I received an e-mail from her. Out of the blue. Without any warning from anyone. She e-mailed me. From Adelaide, Australia of all places. And her e-mail contained just one line.

“Oi! Are you still alive?”

My first thought was holy crap she’s back! The irritating and annoying girl from Std 6 is back! That time I even forgot I bumped into her few years back in the bookshop back home.

So that fateful e-mail reconnected us.

I replied.

She replied back.

I replied back again.

The e-mails became more frequent. It got longer. And then the phone calls started. Short conversations became longer conversations.

The main reason she wanted to e-mail and talk to me was, to get me and my ex, who happened to be HER best friend back together again. Of all the intentions! She wanted me and her friend to be together again!! I told her it was useless. That relationship cannot be salvaged. She insisted it could. Oh well, I told her, good luck.

Before long, she made plans to come up to Sydney during one of the breaks to see the city. Since she needed a place to stay, I offered my apartment for her and her friends that were coming along with her. I fetched her from the train station that day. On the way to the station, my heart was beating faster than usual. I was quite puzzled then because somehow seeing her again made me excited. I did not know why then.

Her trip to Sydney was great according to her when I ask her again after all these years. She had a wonderful time touring the city with her friends. I showed her all the touristy places I could think of. We got along quite well when she was in Sydney. I was actually surprised to find that I like her. The irritating and annoying girl from way back. I actually can get along with her! Imagine that!

The day came for her to head back to Adelaide. I saw her off at the train station. It was then I realized something.

I felt a heavy ache in my heart seeing her go. I felt great sadness seeing her go.

The train pulled away, becoming smaller and further, and when it was finally out of my sight… I realized that

… I had fallen in love with her.

Continued in Part 3

I’ve come across quite a few situations that follow the theme above and will be posting them as I remember them. So this will be the first of a few I plan to write.

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I used to take life quite seriously. Carefully planning each step and getting pissed when the plans don’t work out as I wanted it to. Blame it on youthful outlook of life I guess. After a while I began to notice that while you may plan all you want, at the end of the day, it depends on how much you work on the plan and also god’s willingness to let the plan play out.

The above statement became more apparent when I looked back at my love life and how I came to meet, court and marry my wife.

The missus and I were classmates way back in our primary school days. During our Std 5 and Std 6 years. Back then as we all know, boys are boys and girls are girls. Boys hang out with boys and girls hang out with girls. Very rarely do the gender line crossed. There were a few exceptions, those that matured too early would attest to that. Heck, even in my row of tables in class, the girls called themselves the UN and the guys, Communists.

So it’s not unusual for me to state that back then I hated her. Her, as in the missus back when we were 11 and 12 years old. I always thought of her as a high and mighty girl that seemed to get off by scolding boys. She was a prefect and so was I, but me being me, I too got my share of scolding. Even though I was a prefect! To be honest, I was a mischievous prefect. Hehe…

When secondary school came, we went our separate ways. I carried on with my life in my hometown while she went off to a boarding school. Life was great then. I have always been a geeky sort of guy so girls were rarely attracted to me and I was content to stay geeky and maintain the status quo. The years in secondary school was ok I guess. I have a few close friends that I kept in touch until now. Two became my best friends. One of them even left for Australia for greener pastures but we still are best of friends.

Come Form 4 and I grew up. I started noticing girls. Hormones took over. It was then I had a short relationship with someone. She too was my schoolmate during primary school. Unlike my wife, she stayed in town. Suffice to say it didn’t last that long and we parted ways shortly after that. I remained single for quite some time.

As for my wife, I ran into her in a bookshop for a brief moment sometime during pre-college. Chatted with her for like 2 minutes before leaving the shop together with my ‘Australian’ best friend. That time he was still here in Malaysia. Tehehe… It did not occur to me then that was gods’ way of sending me clues and sign by letting us bump into each other. I did not even give that incident a second thought until much much later.

We went on our separate ways again.

Continued in Part 2

In reference to one of my earliest posts in this blog, I hereby declare myself a phone addict. Late last night, I noticed something strange with my darling phone. I couldn’t scroll up nor down, and the cancel button wasn’t cancelling. My eyes started welling up… would this be the end of a beautiful relationship?

NO!!!! I won’t let you go that easily!!! We won’t go down without a fight! You just hang on, baby!!!

“Boss, I have an emergency. I’ll be coming in late today… yes, it’s family related… no, not my wife… yes, the baby’s okay… I really gotta go… … … ok … ok …, okay, I’ll take time off, then… I understand… yes, yes, responsibility… yes… (^$*$%#&$%*(&)*%(&^_(!!!!!)”

*CLicK*

At the Samsung Service Centre

“Open up!!!!”

“(Bangla accent)… Surr, we yopen at 9 o clock only. Now is only 7″

“I don’t care!!! Open this dog damend door!!!”

“Surr, staip awey from da door, or I will shute you”

“Open uppppppp!!!”

BaNG

bleed bleed bleed

“(Chinese accent) Sir, are you okay?”

“Forget about me, save my darling… take herrrr… ughhhhhhhh…”

“(Electronic accent) whiskersssssssssss”

The fat cat sings

Wait wait.. I need to pick up my jaw from the floor. Damnit, my jaw is refusing to stay close! Why? See below:

That’s an equivalent of US$207 Million in cash seized during a raid on a drug dealer’s house in Mexico. Holy crap!!

What would I do if I had all that money?

Maybe put it in a swimming pool and swim in it like Scrooge McDuck!

Or or, make a bed out of the cash and sleep on it?

Or or, I KNOW!! BUY A FREAKING ISLAND!!!

More jaw dropping pictures here… and before anyone asks, all the pictures are true….

JPJ should start enforcing a mandatory installation of spittoons into cars, lorries, buses, motorcycles, etc. They can start with Proton. Maybe this will halt the problem of motorists spitting out of their vehicles…

Seeing a motorist spit is an almost a daily occurrence. A not so pleasant one at that. There’s all kinds too.. those that aim far, and sometimes either lands near your car, or on it. Then there are those that open their car doors and just let one drop on the road/pavement. Oh, about those that hold one nostril close and just exhale real hard?

On second thoughts.. will it really help? They’ll probably still be spitting all over the place. Excuses?

• AIYA! My spittoooooooon full laaa.. how?
• Lazy to dirty my brand new spittoon la…

I love chatting with old friends. One college friend rang me up out of the blue today to catch up. We have not seen each other or talked to each other for over a year now. And we used to be house mates in Sydney for god sakes! Sigh, way to keep in touch with friends tango…

Anyway, we got into reminiscing the good old university days. Talked about how much fun we had, not studying. Teheheh… The struggles being in a foreign country. Late nights in the city and so on and so forth. Then we realised we have left the university 8 years ago!!

Holy crap time flies! It felt like only a few years ago I was still in Sydney, studying, playing games, watching movies.. etc. Now I’m married with two kids. Two lovely kids by the way. I love them to bits.

I then got into chatting with another old friend of mine and it dawned to us that we are already 30. I have been on this world for THREE DECADES. That’s a long time. If I’m lucky that’s only 1/3 of my life gone. If I’m NOT lucky, then that’s 1/2 of my life gone! What have I achieved so far? Have I contributed much to the world? Have I made a name for myself? Have I made loads and loads of money?

Well it’s almost a definitive NO to all of the above. I began to panic but then I told myself to calm down and see the big picture. Do I have plans in place to be successful in life? Yes and I’m working very hard towards fulfilling it. I have two kids. So I have two kids to raise and educate. I read somewhere it costs half a million ringgit to raise a kid. Well, that means I need to make at least RM1 million soon and pronto.

Do I have the plans in place? Yes. Will it succeed? Well it all depends on myself. If I work smart and hard enough, I might make it and still be comfortable in life. Have I worked hard enough? Well right now only god knows how hard I’ve worked. I am on an 18-hour day. I require minimum of 6 hours of sleep for me to function well the next day. However, I’m amazed to see some of those high-flying and successful CEOs doing 20-hour days. They only need 4 hours of sleep and still be fresh in the morning. Man I wish I can do that.

Maybe I can? The key according to them, is eating well and exercising. Well I don’t either of these. So I think I may have to start.

It is after all the beginning of 2008. The time for new year resolutions.

And mine would be to eat well and exercise.

Oh and make my first million…