A couple of days ago, my mom handed me a small maroon-coloured packet that looked like candy…
Me: What’s this?
Mom: It’s a fortune cookie!
Me: Eh?
Mom: Open it.
Me: Ooooookayyyy… [Unwraps, breaks open the cookie...]
Mom: So? So? What does it say?
I read it aloud, and my mom walked away in tears… laughing…
Sigh…
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On Facebook, I got tagged by Jo-Ann Lee. So I guess I have to do this, lest some mysterious internet curse befalls me and I lose a finger, a toe, a few strands of black hair (I don’t mind losing the whites), get struck by lightning, and never find true love…
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Somehow I have a feeling I may get into trouble for this. But what’s life without risks, right? 
I’ve calculated, and arrived at the conclusion, that the best age for a girl to start dating is 25 years old. Here’s why… [click to continue…]
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A word of thanks to some of my readers for their encouraging comments. It’s great to know that you’re enjoying my posts.
My apologies as well for not updating my blog as often as I’d like to. It’s just that inspiration hasn’t hit me for quite some time, and I don’t wanna bore y’all with junk. Hope y’all will continue visiting and reading my blog nevertheless.
Sometimes I have this feeling that the whole Universe is out to get me; a cosmic conspiracy if you will. Maybe the Universe is bored and decided to pick on me, since I’m such a good sport.
It seems like someone, somewhere out there, is telling people to wait for the opportune moment to suck the joy out of the simple delights in life — like a toilet break. [click to continue…]
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Have you ever encountered one of those moments when you thought something was really, really funny, and when you shared the joke, nobody laughed… but yourself?
Malaysians call this embarrassing phenomenon “syok sendiri”.
Last Saturday, at the Area B4 Toastmasters Humorous Speech Contest, I administered a painful and concentrated 5.5 minute dose of it on myself. And being the previous year’s Division Champion (one level higher than the Area Level), this is NOT a good thing. In fact, it’s downright humiliating. [click to continue…]
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Called Streamyx customer service line today because of an internet connection problem. I realized that after listening to a recording over and over and over again, sooner or later, I lose my mind and start talking to the recording desperately hoping that someone at the other end will take pity on my misery and actually pick up the phone… [click to continue…]
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Last month, I was chatting with my friend, a Malaysian, who works and lives in Singapore. This was what transpired…
Jo-Ann:
are you free to have dinner on Aug 8 (Friday)?
i am having a party at my house on Aug 8
need a headcountMe:
err… what’s the occasion?
your birthday in Nov whatJo-Ann:
hmm
my wedding then
Me:
… really?Jo-Ann:
yes
so is that easier to confirm?
Me:
hmm… sneaky.
Ok la… confirm laJo-Ann:
hahhahahMe:
for your dubious weddingJo-Ann:
dubious?Me:
since you worked so hard to convince meJo-Ann:
real one worMe:
serious?!?!?!?! WAHHH! congrats!
sorry… thought you were joking
And so, came the dilemma… What do I wear?!
Ok ok… Just kidding. My dilemma was, what gift to bring?! [click to continue…]
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Watched Dark Knight for the 2nd time. This time with THX sound system. Audio wise, it was more exciting, because you can really feel the rumble of the deep bass sounds. Especially during scenes that featured the Batmobile. It felt almost like a ride on the Motion Master at Genting.
The first time I watched the movie, I wasn’t thinking much. I was just there for the good fun ride. But on 2nd watch, I noticed a few… how do you say… illogical stuff… in the movie. Things that just don’t make sense.
P. S. Yes I know it’s movie magic. But I still like to feel like it could happen in the real world.
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Last Friday, my sister and I went to The Gardens at MidValley. My sister will be getting married this Nov and was looking for dresses for her bridesmaid and flowergirl. I thought it’ll be easy to find white dresses. Alas, it wasn’t so. Nice afforadable white dresses are extremely rare. RM2,000+ for a dress that you wear once is a bit insane, don’t you think?
Anyway, after visiting dozens of shops, and hours of walking later, the clock struck 9.45pm and shops were starting to close. Before we headed home, we thought “why not treat ourselves to some ice cream?”
So we visited this shop that supposedly sells ice-cream made fresh, in-store, daily. I can’t remember the name. Gelatissimo I think… And so while we were there, we asked for free tastes served in baby-spoons. After tasting almost every flavour (except chilli chocolate, which they disallowed free samples), we settled for a medium cup – 2 scoops – Piña colada, and Rum & Raisins (both apparently contain trace amounts of alcohol which added to their appeal).
Here’s where things got exciting. One of the workers behind the counter motioned us to “come hither”, and whispered something in Cantonese. I gave him my trademark “blur” look.
Me: Eh?
CounterDude: Oh you don’t understand Cantonese is it?
Me: Nope.
CounterDude: If you like, you can order a large cup for the price of a medium cup.
My sister smelled something fishy almost immediately, but I in my utter blurness said…
Me: Oh? How does that work? (I thought this was one of those unannounced end-of-the-day discounts… You know, before they throw everything away (since they are supposed to make them fresh daily, right?). Like the ones certain bread-shops give.)
EvilCounterDude: It’s under the table. Just fold a RM10 note really small and pass it to me.
That was when I “got it”… I know. I’m darn slow right?
Me: Oh! Noooo…
Sis: I think we’ll buy the “normal” way.
EvilCounterDude: Sigh… Okay.
The moral of the story is, when running a business, make sure you hire stand-up employees. Poor business owner… wonder how much he has lost to the EvilCounterDude.
Oh, by the way… the ice-cream was good…
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