A Mongolian model was shot in the head twice and her body blown to bits when she apparently tried to get some money from her Malaysian "husband", who happens to be a political analyst. She wanted the money to pay for their son's medical bills as he is ill so she came looking for him.
Apparently the dude didn't want to just stop at ignoring her and got his bodyguards to strap explosives to her body and took her to some part of a jungle in Shah Alam.
I wonder how much this guy will pay to walk away scott free.
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Moth in My Wallet
What a busy week.
All the days seem to blend into each other but all I know is that every night I came home tired and for the past two nights I have been sleeping at 10:30pm. I'm getting old!
Yesterday I was supposed to go make-up shopping with my colleagues. We planned this two weeks ago and got all excited about it. After all, I was looking forward to some girly advice on this matter (but after reading Karen's comments on this, I'm better enlightened) and a girls night out. Unfortunately, there was a miscommunication and they thought it was supposed to happen during lunch hour!
So, since KS already planned to burn the midnight oil at work, I dragged my available colleagues to Mid Valley to shop.
The propensity of cash flowing out of my wallet is frightening. If you know me, I'm usually very careful and think twice, thrice before I buy anything. Like, my handphone (which I still haven't bought!). These days I'm just impulsive.
I've bought two pairs of trousers, make-up stuff, dinner purse, shoes all within this week. I've already mentioned my other purchases over the last 30 days alone and this is really frightful. And the horrible part to it is that I'm actually looking for work tops, not everything else! So effectively, my shopping hasn't been successful. And hence, I will need to still go shopping.
All the days seem to blend into each other but all I know is that every night I came home tired and for the past two nights I have been sleeping at 10:30pm. I'm getting old!
Yesterday I was supposed to go make-up shopping with my colleagues. We planned this two weeks ago and got all excited about it. After all, I was looking forward to some girly advice on this matter (but after reading Karen's comments on this, I'm better enlightened) and a girls night out. Unfortunately, there was a miscommunication and they thought it was supposed to happen during lunch hour!
So, since KS already planned to burn the midnight oil at work, I dragged my available colleagues to Mid Valley to shop.
The propensity of cash flowing out of my wallet is frightening. If you know me, I'm usually very careful and think twice, thrice before I buy anything. Like, my handphone (which I still haven't bought!). These days I'm just impulsive.
I've bought two pairs of trousers, make-up stuff, dinner purse, shoes all within this week. I've already mentioned my other purchases over the last 30 days alone and this is really frightful. And the horrible part to it is that I'm actually looking for work tops, not everything else! So effectively, my shopping hasn't been successful. And hence, I will need to still go shopping.
Babi....
I told the story of my LRT-Rude-Singaporean to Jan and she blogged it. Some goody idiot on her blog commented:
You dont know wads going on with the lady...
If you knew her reasons behind the action, u might actually side her...
If you dont know her reasons or dont bother to find out...
you might live forever in bitterness, hate & prejudice.
What a load of bull$hit. I can almost see the halo he pinged above his head.
You dont know wads going on with the lady...
If you knew her reasons behind the action, u might actually side her...
If you dont know her reasons or dont bother to find out...
you might live forever in bitterness, hate & prejudice.
What a load of bull$hit. I can almost see the halo he pinged above his head.
Saturday, November 04, 2006
What's In The Attic?
My friend told me of a true story about her friend who lives in Kota Kemuning. They heard some noises coming from the roof and decided to investigate. And found mattresses and used candles in their attic.
They were the first to shift into the row of terrace houses and thus some illegal foreign workers got into the roof via unlocked unoccupied houses to escape from being caught.
I've always wondered why the rats on our roof sounded a little bit too loud. I need a bunch of volunteers to come investigate this with us. I hope it proves to be a wild goose chase.
They were the first to shift into the row of terrace houses and thus some illegal foreign workers got into the roof via unlocked unoccupied houses to escape from being caught.
I've always wondered why the rats on our roof sounded a little bit too loud. I need a bunch of volunteers to come investigate this with us. I hope it proves to be a wild goose chase.
Uncle John's Passing
Dad was telling us that his friend, Uncle John (who's wife is Auntie Molly, my high school teacher) passed away last week.
So Dad, trying to be matter of fact, "Well, at least he is no longer suffering since he has been a cucumber since his stroke months ago..."
"Cucumber?"
"There! He's just lying there, cannot move lah!"
"You mean, vegetative..."
But it is sad. Uncle John was there for my Dad when Dad was going through his eye operation last year and they had just become close. Plus they are expecting their first two grandchildren.
So Dad, trying to be matter of fact, "Well, at least he is no longer suffering since he has been a cucumber since his stroke months ago..."
"Cucumber?"
"There! He's just lying there, cannot move lah!"
"You mean, vegetative..."
But it is sad. Uncle John was there for my Dad when Dad was going through his eye operation last year and they had just become close. Plus they are expecting their first two grandchildren.
Jelly Donuts
Last Thursday, my colleague offered me a jelly doughnut from Dunkin'. This is one food that I would consider "Branded". Why buy Dunkin' when you can buy a doughnut from the bakery at 75% cheaper?
Ah, but that was before last Thursday. You see, whenever I buy Dunkin', I would select the non-filled ones. Safe mah!
I was completely sold when I finished the lemon jellied one. I NEVER KNEW! Oh how I moan for the lost of jelly doughnut opportunities in my life so far!
Oklah, not so drama. But I really enjoyed it. Now am munching on my Bavarian creme filled one with another jelly filled one waiting for breakfast. Bliss...
Ah, but that was before last Thursday. You see, whenever I buy Dunkin', I would select the non-filled ones. Safe mah!
I was completely sold when I finished the lemon jellied one. I NEVER KNEW! Oh how I moan for the lost of jelly doughnut opportunities in my life so far!
Oklah, not so drama. But I really enjoyed it. Now am munching on my Bavarian creme filled one with another jelly filled one waiting for breakfast. Bliss...
Sight for Sore Eyes
One good way to destress myself, I find, is to look at photos of New Zealand. Was just browsing through kennysia.com and he's taken plenty of NZ photos. One doesn't need skillful photography to get really good shots. Point and snap. No haze, just crisp blue skies and white puffs of clouds.
I miss NZ.
I miss NZ.
Patriotism
The Malaysian government have always urged Malaysians to fly the national flag during Independance. Some politicians have even said outright that if we don't hang the flags, it means we do not have patriotism in our hearts.
This has never really bothered me much and I don't hang a flag in August. And I must say MOST Malaysians don't either. But that doesn't mean we are not patriotic. How do I prove it?
Today in the LRT, a lady, no, I will call her woman, stepped into the carriage at a particular busy stop. She immediately flipped on her phone and started speaking very loudly, "These Malaysians aah... they are so terrible! Simply rush into the train without waiting for others to come out first! Do you experience this too? It's a Malaysian culture, isnt' it? Yeah, ALL of them are like that..."
With her shrill voice coupled with her audacious generalisation on Malaysians and our culture in a train in Malaysia, she drew furious glares from all passengers around.
Then, as though she needed to establish what nationality she is, she continued to say, "Oh, so what did my beloved Prime Minister, Lee Kuan Yew say this time? You know, I really love him. He said that? But you know, it's true... These Malaysians and their culture, I tell you... My colleagues actually check their share prices on the internet during work hours, can you imagine? Yeah! The screen was on for over an hour, no wonder they don't get any work done!"
As she was speaking, a seat near her was vacated but when she noticed there was an Indian man sitting beside it, she threw him a caustic glare and pulled a face which clearly said, "No freaking way am I going to sit beside THAT!" and proceeded to afflict herself by sitting between two Malaysian Chinese.
The Indian guy standing beside me was nearly beside himself. I had to stop reading because her detestable voice drowned out every thought. I said to the guy beside me, "Some people can be SO rude!" and he immediately bit the bait and spoke loudly to berate her. She ignored us and continued her verbal abuse.
Finally the Indian guy raised his voice to tell her to stop it. Of course she got even bitchier, "What is this to you? I'm talking to my friend!" and continued to talk bad about him to her friend.
Half the carriage ended up spewing our guts over bloody kiasu Singaporeans, some wishing a gangster would beat her up, some sharing how some Singaporeans can be so barbaric when they cross the border.
I've never felt so patriotic in recent years. Believe me, if I had just one chance to be Jean Grey, it would have been exactly then.
This has never really bothered me much and I don't hang a flag in August. And I must say MOST Malaysians don't either. But that doesn't mean we are not patriotic. How do I prove it?
Today in the LRT, a lady, no, I will call her woman, stepped into the carriage at a particular busy stop. She immediately flipped on her phone and started speaking very loudly, "These Malaysians aah... they are so terrible! Simply rush into the train without waiting for others to come out first! Do you experience this too? It's a Malaysian culture, isnt' it? Yeah, ALL of them are like that..."
With her shrill voice coupled with her audacious generalisation on Malaysians and our culture in a train in Malaysia, she drew furious glares from all passengers around.
Then, as though she needed to establish what nationality she is, she continued to say, "Oh, so what did my beloved Prime Minister, Lee Kuan Yew say this time? You know, I really love him. He said that? But you know, it's true... These Malaysians and their culture, I tell you... My colleagues actually check their share prices on the internet during work hours, can you imagine? Yeah! The screen was on for over an hour, no wonder they don't get any work done!"
As she was speaking, a seat near her was vacated but when she noticed there was an Indian man sitting beside it, she threw him a caustic glare and pulled a face which clearly said, "No freaking way am I going to sit beside THAT!" and proceeded to afflict herself by sitting between two Malaysian Chinese.
The Indian guy standing beside me was nearly beside himself. I had to stop reading because her detestable voice drowned out every thought. I said to the guy beside me, "Some people can be SO rude!" and he immediately bit the bait and spoke loudly to berate her. She ignored us and continued her verbal abuse.
Finally the Indian guy raised his voice to tell her to stop it. Of course she got even bitchier, "What is this to you? I'm talking to my friend!" and continued to talk bad about him to her friend.
Half the carriage ended up spewing our guts over bloody kiasu Singaporeans, some wishing a gangster would beat her up, some sharing how some Singaporeans can be so barbaric when they cross the border.
I've never felt so patriotic in recent years. Believe me, if I had just one chance to be Jean Grey, it would have been exactly then.
Friday, November 03, 2006
Friday Blues
Yeah, I know Friday is supposed to be a fantastic day whereby you look forward to the weekend but today has been packed with sadness, worry, impatience and anger.
Sadness because KS is so stressed up at work, him working late and most importantly, Ah Jin the dog has passed on this evening.
Worry because my Dad's colonoscopy showed a little polyp. His results will be back next week. Mum assures me there's nothing to worry about.
Impatience at someone at work. I won't explain.
Anger because of a bloody Singaporean lady in the LRT on my way to dinner. This one, I will blog separately and perhaps write to the papers.
Sadness because KS is so stressed up at work, him working late and most importantly, Ah Jin the dog has passed on this evening.
Worry because my Dad's colonoscopy showed a little polyp. His results will be back next week. Mum assures me there's nothing to worry about.
Impatience at someone at work. I won't explain.
Anger because of a bloody Singaporean lady in the LRT on my way to dinner. This one, I will blog separately and perhaps write to the papers.
Social Nights
Been out every night meeting up with friends. Haven't had the time to blog. Or inspiration.
But I finally got my foundation, or rather, tinted moisturiser today! Yay! Next comes the other basic make-up stuff.
Oh, my parents are in Melaka and my in-laws are really going all out to make them comfortable and feed them. They are even going to send my parents to and fro the doctor's (Dad is there for a check up) since Mum doesn't know how to handle Dad's manual car and she's also not familiar with the Malaccan roads these days. My in-laws are AMAZING. Dad's almost in despair for wanting to reciprocate their kindness and hospitality but don't know what to do.
I'm silently enjoying this. Muahahahaha....
But I finally got my foundation, or rather, tinted moisturiser today! Yay! Next comes the other basic make-up stuff.
Oh, my parents are in Melaka and my in-laws are really going all out to make them comfortable and feed them. They are even going to send my parents to and fro the doctor's (Dad is there for a check up) since Mum doesn't know how to handle Dad's manual car and she's also not familiar with the Malaccan roads these days. My in-laws are AMAZING. Dad's almost in despair for wanting to reciprocate their kindness and hospitality but don't know what to do.
I'm silently enjoying this. Muahahahaha....
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