My brother is going on a journey, I bought him many birds with my heart for a safe and fun journey.
I actually feel lonely even days before his departure. When I go travel, I don't have any worries about my trip, about what's going to happen, etc etc. And I think it's nonsense for my mum to worry that much. However, as I grow older, I worry more. I worried for my bro's safety. And it's kind of difficult to take. Now I know how a mum would feels when her children are away... Therefore I think we all should call home more often when we're having a holiday.
I tend to forget about everything back at home once I'm on a holiday... Not only that I tend to forget about my worries and troubles in the city, I'd forget, basically, everything else, including my family. That's really bad. I mean, I do call home, but I don't think about family that much. I even forgot everything about my pet when I went Tioman for one week. But this year, when I was at Sipadan, I did worry about my Miko a lot. Cos she was obviously very upset when we were transferring her. And that time, she did not get to stay in her own cage but has to be transferred to the caretaker's glass enclosure. Sadly, it's going to happen again, perhaps, at least once a year. Cos I'll be going for diving again and I'll have to leave her with the caretaker. It breaks my heart seeing her in distress... And I'd feel REALLY, SERIOUSLY guilty... Geez, I am feeling EXTREMELY bad now even just to think about the next time I'm gonna have to leave her for 10days...
What to do... if only I am living with a family member and my Miko will be well taken care of... But too bad, that is not the case.
Friday, September 29, 2006
Sunday, September 17, 2006
My Favourite Books
Now that I've posted about my favourite songs, I might as well talk about my favourite books too.
They are Life On Air - Memoirs of A Broadcaster by Sir David Attenborough
and
Next of Kin - My Conversations With Chimpanzees by Roger Fouts
For animal lovers out there, these are absolutely fabulous books that you MUST read. I was suggesting to Banana Booze , the only person I could think of that might be of slightest interest, to read these books. I couldn't think of anybody else... there's nobody else whom I can share my thoughts about these books with... I thought of Banana Booze, so I MSN him and like a mother nagging a son to do this do that, I was telling him how wonderful these books are.
And like my brother who couldn't find any to share his love for anime and comics with, I felt the same "loneliness" not being able to share my love for these two books. And so, blogging is my best channel, though hardly anyone reads my blog. hehe...
Life On Air, as the name implies, talks about Sir David Attenborough's life about wildlife film making from young till now, well, till the book was written of course. It is really interesting. He told of the development of film making, the encounters, the interactions with animals. The best anecdotes among it, I thought, was when he's supposed to be talking about the importance of the "opposable thumb" of gorillas. There he laid among a few gorillas which Dian Fossey was studying (he didn't just "barge" in with the gorillas, they spent about a week "introducing" themselves to the gorillas).
Excerpts from the book :
I crawled slowly towards her (a female adult gorilla). She looked at me in such a placid way that I was encouraged to crawl a little closer. I lay on my side and turned to look at the camera. That inevitably meant that I had to turn my back to her. I didn't like doing that. Martin (the cameraman) seemed to be ready. There was a noise from behind me. I turned and saw her heaving herself towards me. She stretched out a huge black hand, put it on the top of my head, and looked at me with her deep brown eyes. This didn't, after all, seem to be the right moment for a chat about the opposable thumb. She removed her hand from my head and pulled my lower lip to look inside my mouth. I felt a weight on my legs. Two youngsters, the size of chimpanzees, were trying to undo my shoelaces.
I felt in no way alarmed or even threatened. I had, it is true, crawled towards them, but it was the female who had made the first physical contact. She and the youngsters seemed to have accepted me as a welcome visitor, almost as a member of their group. My overwhelming feeling was one of privilege. I lay there for five minutes, almost holdin gmy breath with delight. The female resumed her feeding. Eventually, the youngsters got bored with my boots and galloped away to look for something else to investigate. The female followed them and I crawled back to my companions.
"Well, we got a bit of it, " said John.
A bit? I had been there for five minutes or more. Was there a camera fault or something?
"No," said John, "but I was waiting for you to say something about the opposable thumb. Martin only had about fifty feet in the camera before he would have to reload and I didn't dare take any general shots in case you started to speak and we ran out of film. And anyway, the way you were playing with them looked so extraordinary that viewers would have thought they were tame gorillas in a zoo. Then Martin said why not take a few feet to give the boys in the editing suite a laugh. So, yes - we did get a bit."
Very funny, I thought.
The truth is, there hardly are any chance for human to be so close to the gorillas and the gorillas were so calm and comfortable to the extend that they allowed their youngster to play with the human.
There are countless interesting anecdotes in the book. Well, actually, the only less interesting part of the book is when Sir Attenborough talked about BBC's administration. Basically everything in the book is very captivating.
Then, Next of Kin. Chimpanzees are one of my favourite animals. The book talks about the research of teaching chimpanzees human sign language. They did so in a non-forcible and non-rewarding way, to make it short. That is, they did not use "reward" when the chimps used the sign language. Using reward will condition the chimpanzees to use sign language only to get food, etc. In the end, the chimps learned to communicate with human volunteerily. They even signed to themselves when they were alone, just as we human would talk to ourselves at times. This showed that they do not use sign language to get rewards but really have "adopted" this human language into their lives.
It is totally fascinating. The dreams of human to communicate with another species, HAS NOW CAME TRUE.
The most famous chimpanzee, Washoe, even taught her adopted son Loulis sign language without being prompted by the researchers and without any human interference.
One of the researchers failed to visit Washoe on a regular basis as she had had a miscarriage. She stopped seeing Washoe for a few days. When she returned, Washoe gave her a cold shoulder. The researcher signed sorry to her, and she signed to her, that her baby died. Washoe has had her babies died twice. She understood what that means. She looked at the researcher intently, looked away, and looked back in the eyes of the researcher, and she signed "cry".
Amazing, isn't it? Clearly, animals felt grief as we human do. Chimpanzees are known to grief to their death. Not only chimpanzees, many other animals, meerkats, wolves, dogs and many others. In my opinion, there should not be any doubts that animals have emotions. Anyone who ever owns a dog will know that. But unbelievably, there ARE people who still believe that human are special and "superior" because we have emotions and animals don't.
It broke my heart and cried (yeah, I really did shed tears..) when I read about bio labs that were existing in the 80's. The cruel and unhumane treatment to the "subjects", the animals that so unfortunately landed in bio labs. I have no idea if such cruel treatments still exist in our time now. But it's really sad to even read about the condition in the lab, let alone eye-witnessing it, which the author Roger Fouts and Jane Goodall did.
Roger Fouts went to visit a chimpanzee, Booee, whom Fouts couldn't save and landed in one of the many bio labs then. He hesitated before going because it was going to be an agonizing visit as he knew damn well there's nothing he can do to get Booee out of the lab due of many factors. But his visit was going to put on air (the 20/20 of ABC) and it'll be a great chance for people in the world to know about the suffering of chimpanzees in the lab.
Booee knows sign language. He hadn't seen Fouts for over 20 years or so. Fouts hoped Booee doesn't recognise him but, he did.
Excerpts from the book :
I hesitate for another moment, then entered the room in a low crouch. I approached Booee's cage uttering gentle chimpanzee greetings.
A big smile lit up Booee's face. He remembered me after all.
HI BOOEE, I signed. YOU REMEMBER?
BOOEE, BOOEE, ME BOOEE, he signed back, overjoyed that someone had actually acknowledged him. He kept drawing his finger down the center of his head in his name sign - the one I had given him in 1970, three years after NIH researchers had split his infant brain in two.
YES, YOU BOOEE, YOU BOOEE, I signed back.
GIVE ME FOOD, ROGER, he pleaded.
Booee not only remembered that I always carried raisins for him, but he used the nickname he had invented for me twenty-five years earlier. Instead of tugging the ear lobe for ROGER, he flicked his finger off the ear. This was like calling someone "Rodg" instead of "Roger". Seeing him sing my old nickname floored me. I had forgotten it, but BOOEE hadn't. He remembered the good old days better than I did.
I gave Booee some raisins, and the years just melted away, the way they do between old friends. He reached his hand through the bars and groomed my arm. He was happy again. He was the same sweet boy I met on that autumn day decades earlier when Washoe and I first stepped onto the chimpanzee island at Lemmon's Institute.
....
....
....
As we signed back and forth and played CHASE and TICKLE through the iron bars, I forgot about the cameras and the millions of people who would be watching this. For one wonderful moment I even forgot where we were. But only for a moment.
I MUST GO NOW, BOOEE, I signed after a while. Booee's grin changed to a grimace, and his body sank. I MUST LEAVE, BOOEE. Booee moved to the back of his cage. GOOD-BYE, BOOEE.
....
....
The 20/20 show was broadcast on May 5, 1995. Its portrayal of Booee, a nonhuman person trapped in biomedical research, affected a nationwide audience more powerfully than I ever could have imagined.
....
....
Donations poured into ABC from sympathetic viewers hoping to fund Booee's retirement from research. LEMSIP was besieged once again by a public that demanded amnesty for chimpanzees. In October 1995, five months after the 20/20 broadcast, LEMSIP gave Booee and eight other adult chimpanzees their freedom. They were shipped by truck to the nonprofit Wildlife Waystation, in California, where they settled into a new "retirement home" that has large, airy and sunlit rooms with sagebrush views.
....
Booee still carries the incurable disease that LEMSIP researchers gave him, but he has no symptoms yet that we know of.
A few months later, Debbi and I went to see Booee in his new home. He was so happy to see us. We spent the morning grooming, playing and signing. When it was time for us to leave, Booee wasn't upset. He stood at his enclosure and calmly signed GOOD-BYE.
2 years ago, the first time I read until here, I couldn't "forbid" my tears from running down my face in the train. (I can't believe 2 years has passed since I bought the book...) When I re-read it again now, I still had tears running down my face. I cannot imagine how heartbreaking it is when the author visited Booee and had to leave...
Animal study is a tough study, especially behavioral study. It's not all glamorous and fame. They spent years and years in the jungle, at sea, recording every tiny details of the animals behaviour in order to understand them. Love animals as I do, I seriously doubt that I'd have the capability to do just that. It takes tremendous patience. And I salute all the scientists out there for dedicating their lives trying to understand animals.
They are Life On Air - Memoirs of A Broadcaster by Sir David Attenborough
and
Next of Kin - My Conversations With Chimpanzees by Roger Fouts
For animal lovers out there, these are absolutely fabulous books that you MUST read. I was suggesting to Banana Booze , the only person I could think of that might be of slightest interest, to read these books. I couldn't think of anybody else... there's nobody else whom I can share my thoughts about these books with... I thought of Banana Booze, so I MSN him and like a mother nagging a son to do this do that, I was telling him how wonderful these books are.
And like my brother who couldn't find any to share his love for anime and comics with, I felt the same "loneliness" not being able to share my love for these two books. And so, blogging is my best channel, though hardly anyone reads my blog. hehe...Life On Air, as the name implies, talks about Sir David Attenborough's life about wildlife film making from young till now, well, till the book was written of course. It is really interesting. He told of the development of film making, the encounters, the interactions with animals. The best anecdotes among it, I thought, was when he's supposed to be talking about the importance of the "opposable thumb" of gorillas. There he laid among a few gorillas which Dian Fossey was studying (he didn't just "barge" in with the gorillas, they spent about a week "introducing" themselves to the gorillas).
Excerpts from the book :
I crawled slowly towards her (a female adult gorilla). She looked at me in such a placid way that I was encouraged to crawl a little closer. I lay on my side and turned to look at the camera. That inevitably meant that I had to turn my back to her. I didn't like doing that. Martin (the cameraman) seemed to be ready. There was a noise from behind me. I turned and saw her heaving herself towards me. She stretched out a huge black hand, put it on the top of my head, and looked at me with her deep brown eyes. This didn't, after all, seem to be the right moment for a chat about the opposable thumb. She removed her hand from my head and pulled my lower lip to look inside my mouth. I felt a weight on my legs. Two youngsters, the size of chimpanzees, were trying to undo my shoelaces.
I felt in no way alarmed or even threatened. I had, it is true, crawled towards them, but it was the female who had made the first physical contact. She and the youngsters seemed to have accepted me as a welcome visitor, almost as a member of their group. My overwhelming feeling was one of privilege. I lay there for five minutes, almost holdin gmy breath with delight. The female resumed her feeding. Eventually, the youngsters got bored with my boots and galloped away to look for something else to investigate. The female followed them and I crawled back to my companions.
"Well, we got a bit of it, " said John.
A bit? I had been there for five minutes or more. Was there a camera fault or something?
"No," said John, "but I was waiting for you to say something about the opposable thumb. Martin only had about fifty feet in the camera before he would have to reload and I didn't dare take any general shots in case you started to speak and we ran out of film. And anyway, the way you were playing with them looked so extraordinary that viewers would have thought they were tame gorillas in a zoo. Then Martin said why not take a few feet to give the boys in the editing suite a laugh. So, yes - we did get a bit."
Very funny, I thought.
The truth is, there hardly are any chance for human to be so close to the gorillas and the gorillas were so calm and comfortable to the extend that they allowed their youngster to play with the human.
There are countless interesting anecdotes in the book. Well, actually, the only less interesting part of the book is when Sir Attenborough talked about BBC's administration. Basically everything in the book is very captivating.
Then, Next of Kin. Chimpanzees are one of my favourite animals. The book talks about the research of teaching chimpanzees human sign language. They did so in a non-forcible and non-rewarding way, to make it short. That is, they did not use "reward" when the chimps used the sign language. Using reward will condition the chimpanzees to use sign language only to get food, etc. In the end, the chimps learned to communicate with human volunteerily. They even signed to themselves when they were alone, just as we human would talk to ourselves at times. This showed that they do not use sign language to get rewards but really have "adopted" this human language into their lives.
It is totally fascinating. The dreams of human to communicate with another species, HAS NOW CAME TRUE.
The most famous chimpanzee, Washoe, even taught her adopted son Loulis sign language without being prompted by the researchers and without any human interference.
One of the researchers failed to visit Washoe on a regular basis as she had had a miscarriage. She stopped seeing Washoe for a few days. When she returned, Washoe gave her a cold shoulder. The researcher signed sorry to her, and she signed to her, that her baby died. Washoe has had her babies died twice. She understood what that means. She looked at the researcher intently, looked away, and looked back in the eyes of the researcher, and she signed "cry".
Amazing, isn't it? Clearly, animals felt grief as we human do. Chimpanzees are known to grief to their death. Not only chimpanzees, many other animals, meerkats, wolves, dogs and many others. In my opinion, there should not be any doubts that animals have emotions. Anyone who ever owns a dog will know that. But unbelievably, there ARE people who still believe that human are special and "superior" because we have emotions and animals don't.
It broke my heart and cried (yeah, I really did shed tears..) when I read about bio labs that were existing in the 80's. The cruel and unhumane treatment to the "subjects", the animals that so unfortunately landed in bio labs. I have no idea if such cruel treatments still exist in our time now. But it's really sad to even read about the condition in the lab, let alone eye-witnessing it, which the author Roger Fouts and Jane Goodall did.
Roger Fouts went to visit a chimpanzee, Booee, whom Fouts couldn't save and landed in one of the many bio labs then. He hesitated before going because it was going to be an agonizing visit as he knew damn well there's nothing he can do to get Booee out of the lab due of many factors. But his visit was going to put on air (the 20/20 of ABC) and it'll be a great chance for people in the world to know about the suffering of chimpanzees in the lab.
Booee knows sign language. He hadn't seen Fouts for over 20 years or so. Fouts hoped Booee doesn't recognise him but, he did.
Excerpts from the book :
I hesitate for another moment, then entered the room in a low crouch. I approached Booee's cage uttering gentle chimpanzee greetings.
A big smile lit up Booee's face. He remembered me after all.
HI BOOEE, I signed. YOU REMEMBER?
BOOEE, BOOEE, ME BOOEE, he signed back, overjoyed that someone had actually acknowledged him. He kept drawing his finger down the center of his head in his name sign - the one I had given him in 1970, three years after NIH researchers had split his infant brain in two.
YES, YOU BOOEE, YOU BOOEE, I signed back.
GIVE ME FOOD, ROGER, he pleaded.
Booee not only remembered that I always carried raisins for him, but he used the nickname he had invented for me twenty-five years earlier. Instead of tugging the ear lobe for ROGER, he flicked his finger off the ear. This was like calling someone "Rodg" instead of "Roger". Seeing him sing my old nickname floored me. I had forgotten it, but BOOEE hadn't. He remembered the good old days better than I did.
I gave Booee some raisins, and the years just melted away, the way they do between old friends. He reached his hand through the bars and groomed my arm. He was happy again. He was the same sweet boy I met on that autumn day decades earlier when Washoe and I first stepped onto the chimpanzee island at Lemmon's Institute.
....
....
....
As we signed back and forth and played CHASE and TICKLE through the iron bars, I forgot about the cameras and the millions of people who would be watching this. For one wonderful moment I even forgot where we were. But only for a moment.
I MUST GO NOW, BOOEE, I signed after a while. Booee's grin changed to a grimace, and his body sank. I MUST LEAVE, BOOEE. Booee moved to the back of his cage. GOOD-BYE, BOOEE.
....
....
The 20/20 show was broadcast on May 5, 1995. Its portrayal of Booee, a nonhuman person trapped in biomedical research, affected a nationwide audience more powerfully than I ever could have imagined.
....
....
Donations poured into ABC from sympathetic viewers hoping to fund Booee's retirement from research. LEMSIP was besieged once again by a public that demanded amnesty for chimpanzees. In October 1995, five months after the 20/20 broadcast, LEMSIP gave Booee and eight other adult chimpanzees their freedom. They were shipped by truck to the nonprofit Wildlife Waystation, in California, where they settled into a new "retirement home" that has large, airy and sunlit rooms with sagebrush views.
....
Booee still carries the incurable disease that LEMSIP researchers gave him, but he has no symptoms yet that we know of.
A few months later, Debbi and I went to see Booee in his new home. He was so happy to see us. We spent the morning grooming, playing and signing. When it was time for us to leave, Booee wasn't upset. He stood at his enclosure and calmly signed GOOD-BYE.
2 years ago, the first time I read until here, I couldn't "forbid" my tears from running down my face in the train. (I can't believe 2 years has passed since I bought the book...) When I re-read it again now, I still had tears running down my face. I cannot imagine how heartbreaking it is when the author visited Booee and had to leave...
Animal study is a tough study, especially behavioral study. It's not all glamorous and fame. They spent years and years in the jungle, at sea, recording every tiny details of the animals behaviour in order to understand them. Love animals as I do, I seriously doubt that I'd have the capability to do just that. It takes tremendous patience. And I salute all the scientists out there for dedicating their lives trying to understand animals.
Tagged?
I've been tagged by Banana Booze for 7 favourite songs.
That, reminds me of just how old I am...
Because none of my favourite songs are current... AND some of them are a bit.. eccentric, perhaps, in some people's eyes. For instance, "The Lion Sleeps Tonight" and "Kokomo"... But of course, it doesn't matter what people think, for I don't care. Anyway, my favourite 7 :
1. Kokomo - Beach Boys
2. The Lion Sleeps Tonight - Beach Boys
3. I Can See Clearly now The Rain Is Gone - Johnny Nash
4. I don't Want To Live Without Your Love - Chicago
5. It's A Wonderful Life - Black
6. Hands To Heaven - Breathe
7. Eternal Flame - The Bangles
As you can see, they are OLD. But they are absolutely my all time favourite which never fail to put a smile on my face whenever I hear them. The first 3 songs, are very "Caribbean". It makes me happy, rrreally happy when I hear such music.
Then I'm supposed to tag 7 people to do the same thing? but that's a tough one... I don't know that many people who has a blog and who reads my blog............... all I've got is :
1. Chee Khun's 心晴加游站
2. Whimsical Utterance
3. Souplad
4. ....
7. ...
The above, of which, 2 and 3 had been tagged before.. so no point there to tag them again. and... I guess that's it. Hohohoho.. pathetic.
That, reminds me of just how old I am...
Because none of my favourite songs are current... AND some of them are a bit.. eccentric, perhaps, in some people's eyes. For instance, "The Lion Sleeps Tonight" and "Kokomo"... But of course, it doesn't matter what people think, for I don't care. Anyway, my favourite 7 :1. Kokomo - Beach Boys
2. The Lion Sleeps Tonight - Beach Boys
3. I Can See Clearly now The Rain Is Gone - Johnny Nash
4. I don't Want To Live Without Your Love - Chicago
5. It's A Wonderful Life - Black
6. Hands To Heaven - Breathe
7. Eternal Flame - The Bangles
As you can see, they are OLD. But they are absolutely my all time favourite which never fail to put a smile on my face whenever I hear them. The first 3 songs, are very "Caribbean". It makes me happy, rrreally happy when I hear such music.
Then I'm supposed to tag 7 people to do the same thing? but that's a tough one... I don't know that many people who has a blog and who reads my blog............... all I've got is :
1. Chee Khun's 心晴加游站
2. Whimsical Utterance
3. Souplad
4. ....
7. ...
The above, of which, 2 and 3 had been tagged before.. so no point there to tag them again. and... I guess that's it. Hohohoho.. pathetic.
Sunday, September 10, 2006
Little bastard / 小王八
I was at mrt station on Friday, as usual, scanned my Easylink card to pass the gate. Then, a teenager followed closely behind and stepped on my sandal. He didn't even say sorry! 
And that's a small matter, the bigger issue was, he cheated. He didn't have his Easylink card scanned, means he didn't pay. What a little bastard! Now he's a 小王八, 长大之后就会变成大王八 (he'll grow out to be a big bastard!)
I strongly believe he did this always and not because he couldn't afford the fare. He had a friend who's already passed the gate and waiting for him. I wasn't walking very fast and he almost couldn't pass through and therefore stepped onto my sandal. And he said to his friend "lucky..".
Take note if you see anybody waiting near the gate the next time you're going to take the train. Perhaps you'll encounter the same. It is not uncommon.
Such little bastards. A disgrace to the society.
And that's a small matter, the bigger issue was, he cheated. He didn't have his Easylink card scanned, means he didn't pay. What a little bastard! Now he's a 小王八, 长大之后就会变成大王八 (he'll grow out to be a big bastard!)I strongly believe he did this always and not because he couldn't afford the fare. He had a friend who's already passed the gate and waiting for him. I wasn't walking very fast and he almost couldn't pass through and therefore stepped onto my sandal. And he said to his friend "lucky..".
Take note if you see anybody waiting near the gate the next time you're going to take the train. Perhaps you'll encounter the same. It is not uncommon.
Such little bastards. A disgrace to the society.
Kan Ni Na......
Was reading Banana Ooze's blog, in particular, this: "Na-beh" and it reminded me of something that happened to me some months ago.
I drove my already-10years-old-no-power-660CC-kancil to fetch my bro at Changi airport one day. Being old and being only 660CC, I felt it safer to drive around 80km/h. I only overtake the car in front in the safest situation because my kancil has no "pick-up".
So, I was on lane 2, after checking the oncoming car on lane 1 was far behind, I signalled and moved to lane 1 trying to overtake the car infront. But the oncoming car on lane 1 was zooming in extremely fast, I would say it was at the very least, 140km/h. And it was approaching fast, and he flashed its high beam light at me as if to say "MOVE YOUR BIG FAT ASS OUT OF MY WAY!". I was really shocked that it approached so fast, like in 2 seconds it's going to bump into my big fat ass if I'm not out of the way. Shocked! and I uttered a cry "KAN NI NA!!!!" ......
and I put up my mid finger out of angerwhile moving out of lane 1. But of course, the driver could not have see it as I didn't and couldn't wind down the window (in time) for him to see it. I was soooooo god damn angry, I tell you.
But that was the FIRST TIME in my 29 years of life that I used the "phrase" - kan ni na.... You can see how shocked and angry I was at that time. I was shocked by the fast approaching car, and I shocked myself again for using that phrase. My bro, who never use any improper word, was beside me. He didn't say anything though he thinks ladies shouldn't swear that much. I was glad that he just kept quiet, else it'll only add to my anger.
Afterwards, I felt funny for using that phrase. Because I had never used that phrase until that day. Yet it came out of my mouth so "naturally"... as if I've used it dozens of time. 
haha...
I drove my already-10years-old-no-power-660CC-kancil to fetch my bro at Changi airport one day. Being old and being only 660CC, I felt it safer to drive around 80km/h. I only overtake the car in front in the safest situation because my kancil has no "pick-up".
So, I was on lane 2, after checking the oncoming car on lane 1 was far behind, I signalled and moved to lane 1 trying to overtake the car infront. But the oncoming car on lane 1 was zooming in extremely fast, I would say it was at the very least, 140km/h. And it was approaching fast, and he flashed its high beam light at me as if to say "MOVE YOUR BIG FAT ASS OUT OF MY WAY!". I was really shocked that it approached so fast, like in 2 seconds it's going to bump into my big fat ass if I'm not out of the way. Shocked! and I uttered a cry "KAN NI NA!!!!" ......
and I put up my mid finger out of anger
while moving out of lane 1. But of course, the driver could not have see it as I didn't and couldn't wind down the window (in time) for him to see it. I was soooooo god damn angry, I tell you.But that was the FIRST TIME in my 29 years of life that I used the "phrase" - kan ni na.... You can see how shocked and angry I was at that time. I was shocked by the fast approaching car, and I shocked myself again for using that phrase. My bro, who never use any improper word, was beside me. He didn't say anything though he thinks ladies shouldn't swear that much. I was glad that he just kept quiet, else it'll only add to my anger.
Afterwards, I felt funny for using that phrase. Because I had never used that phrase until that day. Yet it came out of my mouth so "naturally"... as if I've used it dozens of time.
haha...
Saturday, September 09, 2006
Another baby boy~!
Ee Kuen had gave birth on Saturday morning to a healthy baby boy~! 
Congratulations to EK and Huang~~
Ck, ST and I went to visit her in the afternoon. The baby is cute, of course. Every baby is cute, and they all look the same. But EK's bb has very tall nose like her, must be a handsome boy ya~ Congrats once again~!
Congratulations to EK and Huang~~Ck, ST and I went to visit her in the afternoon. The baby is cute, of course. Every baby is cute, and they all look the same.
But EK's bb has very tall nose like her, must be a handsome boy ya~ Congrats once again~!
Friday, September 08, 2006
Shameless - the follow up
The woman next door bought a big bag of longan. She told me she couldn't find duku so she bought longan instead and asked me to take it as she felt sorry for throwing away my duku.
I said "No need lah.", I didn't take it and head to work as usual.
I think that was very cold of me.
But I don't care. She shouldn't have throw away my fresh duku in the first place, IF she really did throw instead of eat them. Perhaps she ate them thinking that the owner won't make a sound. Because there are 3 rooms rented out, how would the owner knows who ate them and who to confront to. But I stick a note on the fridge, perhaps she felt shame thus admitting it was her and said she mistakenly threw it.
Perhaps it really was an innocent incident. But again, I don't care. I just don't like them, especially her husband.
And I haven't found the truth behind my missing nuggets.
I said "No need lah.", I didn't take it and head to work as usual.
I think that was very cold of me.
But I don't care. She shouldn't have throw away my fresh duku in the first place, IF she really did throw instead of eat them. Perhaps she ate them thinking that the owner won't make a sound. Because there are 3 rooms rented out, how would the owner knows who ate them and who to confront to. But I stick a note on the fridge, perhaps she felt shame thus admitting it was her and said she mistakenly threw it.
Perhaps it really was an innocent incident. But again, I don't care. I just don't like them, especially her husband.
And I haven't found the truth behind my missing nuggets.
Thursday, September 07, 2006
Shameless!!
8+pm :
Asshole! Somebody just fucking stole my duku in the fridge!!!
Shameless!!!
I took some out of the whole bag and ate in my room after work. About 2 hours later, I happily went to get somemore and the whole bag was gone!!! Fuck that asshole! Duku also want to steal?! Just $2, cannot afford? Then go eat shit!!
Although it's just $2, but it's not the value that matters, but the behaviour!! Thief!! and really stupid thief, if he/she just took part of it, I'd probably won't even realize it, idiot! asshole!
I was so angry and I wrote this and stuck it onto the fridge :
谁拿了不属于你的水果,吃的时候要小心,不然会哽到!!
(those who took fruits that belongs to other, becareful when you eat it, else you might choke!!)
Sooooooooooooo annggrryy!!!
x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x
12am :
I have some nuggets in the fridge's chiller compartment. It's been almost 2 weeks I left there, almost forgot about it. But somebody sure "remembers" it better than me. He/she took more than half of the nuggets.
I hope he/she chokes.
x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x
Next day morning :
The woman next door came and asked me, "The duku is yours ah? paiseh leh... I thought my MIL left it here for soooo long, so I threw the whole bag... paiseh.."
I didn't say anything except "Oh."
She just came back yesterday. She just gave birth and left with her MIL to Perak 2 weeks ago. If the duku has been left there for two weeks, would it still look this fresh??? It's not very convincing. AND her husband is there, if it's bought by his mother, he would have finished it by now, wouldn't he? And she can always ask her husband what. Stupid. Maybe it's a careless mistake. But what about my nuggets?! The other guy in another room hardly cooks. This couple does. So I think her husband took my nuggets. He is the one who completely treated me as invisible when I bumped into him on the street the other day. Stupid people.
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Still can't believe he's dead
Steve Irwin is dead.
I still can’t believe it. I was so shaken by this news that I almost cried for a man I never met. (I’d probably cry out loud the day David Attenborough dies…)
I still think about this matter every other hour. He is one of the men I admired most. At first I thought it was Jeff Corwin who died, for Steve Irwin was always so confident in any situation (when working with dangerous animals), despite it seemed extremely dangerous to us. But he knew the animals’ behaviour well than anybody.
“Australian awestruck by global outpouring of shock over the death of Crocodile Hunter Steve Irwin”, reported a newspaper. I was surprised by that too. I was also surprised by the reactions of friends and people around me. It seems that everyone in the world likes and respects him for what he did for wildlife and conservation. That’s some remarkable achievement.
I believe he would be happy to die this way, of cos I’m sure he’d choose not to die if he could, but he died doing what he loved, that’s a consolation. If I were to die, I hope I’d die like him, die doing what I love. I always thought, I don’t mind if I were to die while diving, because that’s what I love to do. To die in the embrace of nature, I don’t mind at all. And I will smile in heaven, yes, in heaven I will be, because I’m such an angel. Hahaha… If I die in the sea, don’t be sad for me, for I will smile in heaven.
I’ve posted this before but I had to quote this again:
Carson Ray... 1989
If I should die beneath the sea --
What e'er the circumstance may be --
I only ask that you not cry
For such a lucky one as I.
But, rather, weep for those alive
Who know not what it is to dive
Into the planet's liquid heart
And of God's ocean be a part.
For even Christ must envy all
Who dive along the ocean's wall;
Though wind and sea His will obeys,
He only walked upon the waves.
And may I ask for one thing more?
A simple cross beside the shore.
Below my name inscribe for me:
Lost to the earth, but found at sea.
I still can’t believe it. I was so shaken by this news that I almost cried for a man I never met. (I’d probably cry out loud the day David Attenborough dies…)
I still think about this matter every other hour. He is one of the men I admired most. At first I thought it was Jeff Corwin who died, for Steve Irwin was always so confident in any situation (when working with dangerous animals), despite it seemed extremely dangerous to us. But he knew the animals’ behaviour well than anybody.
“Australian awestruck by global outpouring of shock over the death of Crocodile Hunter Steve Irwin”, reported a newspaper. I was surprised by that too. I was also surprised by the reactions of friends and people around me. It seems that everyone in the world likes and respects him for what he did for wildlife and conservation. That’s some remarkable achievement.
I believe he would be happy to die this way, of cos I’m sure he’d choose not to die if he could, but he died doing what he loved, that’s a consolation. If I were to die, I hope I’d die like him, die doing what I love. I always thought, I don’t mind if I were to die while diving, because that’s what I love to do. To die in the embrace of nature, I don’t mind at all. And I will smile in heaven, yes, in heaven I will be, because I’m such an angel. Hahaha… If I die in the sea, don’t be sad for me, for I will smile in heaven.
I’ve posted this before but I had to quote this again:
Carson Ray... 1989
If I should die beneath the sea --
What e'er the circumstance may be --
I only ask that you not cry
For such a lucky one as I.
But, rather, weep for those alive
Who know not what it is to dive
Into the planet's liquid heart
And of God's ocean be a part.
For even Christ must envy all
Who dive along the ocean's wall;
Though wind and sea His will obeys,
He only walked upon the waves.
And may I ask for one thing more?
A simple cross beside the shore.
Below my name inscribe for me:
Lost to the earth, but found at sea.
Monday, September 04, 2006
Steve Irwin died..... :'(
OH MY GOD...............!!!! Steve Irwin died........ 
He died in an accident while diving and shooting a film about stingray. Read here
This is sooooo sad... He's one of the naturalist I admired most... And he's still so young... Really unlucky that the barb went directly at his chest and reportedly into his heart. Else he wouldn't die.... sigh sigh sigh............... This is a sad day... I'll always remember Steve Irwin.
He died in an accident while diving and shooting a film about stingray. Read here
This is sooooo sad... He's one of the naturalist I admired most... And he's still so young... Really unlucky that the barb went directly at his chest and reportedly into his heart. Else he wouldn't die.... sigh sigh sigh...............
This is a sad day... I'll always remember Steve Irwin.
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