Ip Man




Dudes, watch this show. Seriously.

I won't go into details now, but I'll go so far as to say this is the best movie made in 2008. And in a long list of great Chinese movie, this one ranks way, way up there.

Trust me. You'll regret not watching it.

Will be back to update more on the why.

Marina Barrage


Random Squawk: Kena complain that I don't update often enough. I realise that I shouldn't upload pictures into Facebook before I upload them into my blog, because after uploading them onto Facebook I just keep procrastinating.

A day out with Cookie. Pictures taken at Marina Barrage. Quite a number of pictures that I was damn happy with. See any award winning ones?



This is Cookie.








That's a kite.


As usual, plants are always nicer to photograph.





















I like taking pictures of kids.


















Favourite photo of the day.












Wanna go somewhere with me?






















I swear this isn't on a set, and I swear I didn't tinker with lighting. It just so happens that the sun was shining on them and it had just rained a little, and they had just taken a group photo, which explains why they were all facing in one direction.




The obligatory funny-face photo I take of everyone I go out with.

Ahmad


If you want to sign up for the package to be their Ahmad in future, be my guest.

Just don't expect me to go along with it.

BABIES!

Lifted from Lil-Chloe's blog.



Little Ball = Monkey. See Little Sweetie-Pie so guai?

CNY Dry Run Day


... in preparation for CNY 2009. Also known as "Dong Zhi 冬至" winter solstice when everybody eats "Tang Yuan 汤圆“ soup balls (Direct translation. I don't know the English translation for this).

As usual, everyone gathered at grandmama's house for dinner. Usually one or a few of the uncles/aunts/cousins/GRANDFATHER would be missing, but this day was a special one because the entire Ngoh Hiong gang showed up in full force. Even my grandfather waited a little more before he got back to his poker-ing with his old friends downstairs.

Which is why this day is aptly named the CNY Dry Run day, because it's just like CNY except without the 3 tables of food set out in the living room.

As usual, all the focus were on the babies. So yes, this post is going to be all about the babies. Oh, and excuse the blurry photos, you all know babies are so hard to capture. But some of their expressions on blurry photos are priceless, so yeah.





Little Sweetie-Pie with her mommy and daddy.









Little Ball wants a piece of the action too.





Little Sweetie-Pie does a little product placement.





Little Sweetie-Pie threatens to cry.


"Little Ball take my drink!!!"

Little Ball's turn to threaten to cry. The attempt turns into pulling him funny faces.



Leeling jiejie gives Little Ball a phone.


"Hello hello?"




Got monster behind, deh.



Finally! A picture with Little Ball.







Oops! The straw came out!



Baby girl does product placement again.



The 20+ years too old to appear on a baby post people.





Cudas says the following photo looks like one taken twenty years ago when one of the uncles carried one of us.

Little Ball wasn't smiling. Little Ball was actually going to cry, but for some reason, this came out looking nice.



Nope, nothing strange about the next picture.



Bwahahahahahaha~!! Can't help laughing when I see this picture. For some reason, every single photo I take of an injured friend or relative, they always seem to be damn happy about it. Methinks I should do a compilation of happy injured people album.



I love this picture, although it's a little blurry. Shows my protective grandmama enjoying watching her family interact. Grandmama likes to sit in the corners so she can see everyone in the house.



Nope, nothing wrong with the following picture either.



Boo!

To One And All

HAHA

*points and laugh*

I would like to take this moment to point and laugh all you idiots who kena-ed virus from clicking on the links on MSN messages from people who are not online, or from clicking "Play" from friendster comments people leave on your testimonial board of a picture of a Youtube porn. Or from opening multiple messages entitled "Wow" from friendster.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

As many people know, I am an IT idiot (that's the good thing about having an IT guy for a boyfriend), but even an IT idiot like me knows better than to open those links.

Lucky for me, I can tell that the Youtube pictures were just that, PICTURES. If I wanted porn I could open my E: drive anytime. The multiple "Wow" messages from friendster were a telltale sign that either chain mail or viruses were about, both of which I delete straight away.

The MSN links that contains your email's name I got through because as a paranoid schizo, I CHECK with people when they paste links. A simple "Deh, what's this?" will suffice. If they don't reply, I close the window. If they do, good, let's see if that link is interesting. It wasn't long before I realized that more and more people were doing it (i.e sending links offline, and not know about it when they come back online) enough for me to deduce that it was a virus.

So yeah.

*points*

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Why I Dislike Deleting Cookies From My Computer


There is now a long-ass list of emails containing passwords I forgot sitting in my inbox. It does not help that, for some reason, my computer/internet is infuriatingly slow.

I am going to flare up very, very soon.

The Adventures Of Little Ball



Uh, that er, kind of would be Little Ball's forehead.



As you all know, babies are so very hard to capture still. But still so very precious. Why is why Little Ball's blur blur pictures are still going up.



Little Ball is curious about the camera.



Little Ball gives the face.


"You want to go gai gai with uncle?"
"Don't want! Uncle too geeky liao."

Little Ball turns the other cheek,



... and ends up looking like his twin brother.



Apart from the blurry photos, I also captured (on my camera-phone, no less) a couple of him with his eyes closed. Either he was very sleepy, or he doesn't like me. Ggrrr.




Evil uncle Lazy watches TV when playing with Little Ball.



Finally! Little Ball opens his eyes for Auntie Jazzy!



Looks confused.





Uncle Lazy plays with Little Ball. Why no Auntie Jazzy playing with Little Ball pictures? Because Auntie Jazzy was holding her camera-phone, and it didn't occur to Uncle Lazy that she would want pictures with the Little Ball.

So there.







Uncle Lazy wants to eat Little Ball.



No lah~ Just playing.



Uncle you have thick lips.



Little Ball looks agitated at Lazy's thick lips.




"I also can make my lips thick!"

Little Ball is a big boy! Little Ball knows how to hold his own bottle ok!







When I commented that Little Ball's cousin (also my little neice) Little Sweetie-Pie looks incredibly cute all wrapped up like this,



from Lil-Chloe's bloggie (Little Ball also has a blog), his mommy came to his rescue and showed me how cute he can look if he's all wrapped up too.

But because Little Ball's the type to pull off anything we put on his head, his mommy had to sneak up behind him and throw it on, while I inch in immediately and take a quick picture.


Baby boy looks like his daddy.



Cute not? My Little Ball. Not literally mine per se, but when ex-business associates pointed at their photos on my desk and asked if Little Ball and Little Sweetie-Pie were my kids, I didn't bother denying (sorry Leeling jiejie and Zhizhong korkor!).

And this, ladies and gentlemen, is why Little Ball is called Little Ball.



Round?

Mayday's Biggest Fan Strikes Again




跟你同睡一间房三年，从来都不敢大声哭。不管你睡得多熟，我只有静静的，静静的，向枕头湿湿的诉苦。

今天也一样。

He's Already Trying His Best


... So I shouldn't feel so bad, right?

.................



.......right?


Don't be so fast to pass judgement. Don't jump to conclusions, that makes you look needy, because you need something that you understand to hold on to, so you jump and cling onto the judgements that you can understand.

Even if you have been following me for a long time. You still don't know me.

Balls


For some reason, when people have nice things to say, they'll leave their names. But when people have hard-to-swallow things to comment about, brainless or not, their balls disappear and they comment under a cloak of anonymity.

Balls, as in figurative speech, because I know some of my brainless commentators are female. Most are males though, which makes the phrase "ball-less" all the more true.

Com'on guys. Grow some balls. Have the decency to face me when you're stabbing me with a knife.

You


I chose not to see.

And for awhile I believed it to be true.

But there still is a side of you I would not believe to exist.

And when I talk about it, you reply with either a shrug, or silence.

So.. yea. Okay then.

You once told me that it is good that I asked myself constantly WHY I am still with you, that I asked myself constantly if I really still love you. Because then we would know that I am staying because I want to and not because I am used to it.

Recently, when we encounter problems, instead of talking it out in our usual way, you just go silent. It's like talking to a brick wall on my side. Problems go unsolved, and you pretend nothing has happened.

So I.... kind of stopped asking. I... kind of stopped caring. I.... kind of am waiting it out to see what's gonna happen.

So.......................

What am I writing this for?

You don't read my blog anyway, right?

Society's Bitch


.... NOT.

Why I am pissed off with society and it's teachings.

Men = Good.

Women = Bad.

Because I am born a woman, I have to change surname and leave my family who raised and nurtured me and attach myself to another family who is less close and couldn't care less about me. Because he is born a man, he gets to keep his surname and has society's blessing to say that he has the right to refuse to move in with the female's family, and insist that she move in with his.

Pretty pissed off when the person closest to me actually said that he felt that it is NOT ok for a married couple to be staying with the female's parents, but it is ok for a married couple to be staying with the male's parents.

Just because society dictates so, should you become a rat and join in the race? Just because men are physically stronger than women, which in the early ages they took advantage of and overpowered women into submission, should we as women continue letting society fuck us in the ass?

Who the bleeding hell said that marriage should include both families and that the woman should leave her family and attach herself to serve her husband and his family? It was this kind of thinking that made people in China throw away their just-born female babies and leave them to die, or sell them.

Who the hell dictated the change of surnames? Who the hell, somewhere in ancient Chinese culture, dictated that the male should lead? Obviously, it is a man. A fucking sexist man.

If you want to base it on nature and animals, there are plenty of matriarchal families in the animal kingdom too. Pretty strong and big ones like elephants and orcas, and others like meerkats, lemurs, the likes. Also, if you want to compare with nature, aren't we already an evolved society? Should we really still be relying on nature to compare ourselves with? Are we no better than animals?

I have always been strong on my stand on the war between the sexes, and with the direction the Chinese society is going, I am obviously at the losing end.

So what the fuck is wrong with the "cannot permanantly stay at the female's parent's house, but can permanently stay at the male's parent's house" thing? For one, it's what society programmed you to think, and you just lie down there and open your legs and take it.

Logically, if you take away society's dictation, IF a married couple has to stay at either one's parent's house, it should be at the one where they feel most comfortable at, NOT at the one that they feel uncomfortable at. Whether it's the male's or the female's house is imperative.

You are both at equal footing. But because your's is a boy, and my mom's was a girl, you stand to gain everything, and we stand to lose everything.

Do you know the Western culture's way of life on the topic of marriage? If you marry a Western man, you get to

- Get a house of your own. Even if you don't, you get chased out of your parent's house.
- Call your parents-in-law by their name.
- Nobody interferes with the way you raise your kid.
- No reunion dinners. Even if there is, you are free to go your way, I go mine.

Before it gets offensive, I'll wrap it up.

Personally, I feel that if I get married, I am not marrying INTO the family. I am just marrying their son, doesn't mean I accept them as my family, and vice-versa. When I asked the person just now why he feels it is unacceptable to stay at the female's parent's house after marriage, he said that because he is not marrying into that family what, she is marrying into his.

So yes, for me, I am making my stand against this thinking right now. Society dictated this thinking, I am not taking it lying down.

Someone once told me that 90% of the masses will lie down and take it with their legs wide open. I CHOOSE to be one of the 10% who won't, and doesn't take it lying down. I CHOOSE to be part of the esteemed 10% who chooses to change the world through actions, even if the other 90% of society is against me.

It now depends on whether I am alone in this fight.

And apparently I am.

Sheesh



As if to reiterate my previous post, some dood who wanted Lazy to work for him actually wanted to drag him to a meeting at 10pm at night.



Anyways, I was out for a walk with Tracy and Lazy when we saw this Indian family pass by. TWO of their kids saw Tracy and immediately shouted and started chasing her.

All their mother did was "Julian, behave yourself." That's it. Didn't even apologise to me.

You know, on a walk with Tracy before, we saw this stray black dog, about the size of Mandy. I was so afraid that it was going to chase Tracy, but it just sat there and stared inquisitively. Much, much more guai than the kids nowadays.

If I see that kid again, I'm going to set Mandy free and have her chase him, and in front of his mother, say "Mandy, behave yourself." and walk off without acknowledging her.

Pardon me, I'm in a pissy mood.

Die

http://sg.news.yahoo.com/afp/20081212/tts-us-auto-economy-politics-972e412.html

Uh huh.

Anyway, thank to all you guys who have computer problems or want to buy IT stuff and keep asking Lazy to fix or find them for you, thank you very much.

Thank you for taking time from Lazy and me, who already is overloaded during office hours, and still has to work for free for you guys after office hours.

Thank you for making me not dare to tell Lazy about my own computer problems because I know he is so sick of fixing computer problems during and after work. Either that, or he already knows about the problems, but is too busy fixing YOUR problem.

Imagine. One IT guy, running around to fix computers for friends and family after work, while there are like 3 problematic computers at my house, and 2 at his. No time to fix own computers already, much less pak-tor. Even my relatives know better than to call him directly. They'd rather PAY someone else to fix their computer woes, because they don't want to be a bother.

Looks like Lazy's not that close to the family, after all.

Thank you all, ah.

And...


Oh yay I PASSED MY PRAC 1! Out of the class of 7 or 8 taking class 2A and 2, I was the only one that passed.

One small step for me, one giant step for MANkind! So all you men out there who bullied me on the roads, you all watch out!

Itchy Backside


Are you sitting down?

Ok stand up.

Reach down behind and start scratching.

Feels good?

Have you ever noticed that no matter what the circumstances are, your backside is always itchy (literally)?

I was in the shower today, and I started scratching at a spot on my backside. Before long it blown into a full scale, two hands up-down-up-down backside scratch. I might as well have taken a cheese grater to it, for all the scratching I was doing.

Then I got to wondering. Why do we have itchy backsides (both figuratively and literally)? Not that I don't like it, I think it makes spanking all the more fun during sex, but I digress (at this point you probably don't want me to digress, but neh-ni-neh-ni-poo-poo)(pun intended).

I heard when I was a child that we all have cold backsides. Is it because there is not enough bloodflow down there (behind. I think there's enough bloodflow in front for all of us) and scratching is simply an activity to get the blood flowing, and that's why it feels so good?

Anyone else has any theories?

Sigh


There's an up, there's a down, and there's a cannot-feel-anything-at-all.

Right now I'm right at the back.

There's something leaking inside but I can't quite feel where, and what's causing it.

It's just so.......................................... for lack of a better word, balanced.

Everything's perched precariously on the pointy tops of hundreds of mountains inside. It feels that at any one time there could be a landslide and everything would come tumbling down, at any moment.

Right now, there is nothing I can do except wait for that day to come.

Escapism Is Good For You


Yeah, you heard me right. Where sometimes keeping mum and not dealing with it is the best solution to avoid arguments and depression.

It is also the most easy to do, and one of the benefits (other than a smoother relationship with other people) is that it actually lets you retain an ounce of childish innocence. That is, if you truely believe that you've escaped from the clutches of whatever's bothering you.

How easy? Well, when you hit a brick wall, simply shut down and go to sleep. Pretend you've forgotten all about it when you wake up and when you've mastered this skill sufficiently, you really will forget about it when you wake up.

This does not only apply to dealing with other people, but also when dealing with yourself, especially if you are the kind who is hard on him/herself, the best way not to beat yourself up is to shut down.

You retain that childish innocence because in time, you will soon learn how to entirely forget your troubles and act like a child. When you act like a child, people closer to you tend to be nicer.

How then, do you shut down when you're outside and there's nowhere to run away to and hide in? Simple. Sit there, keep quiet, and pray that nobody talks to you. One of the most effective ways I know is to whip out PSP or even a phone, and start playing. Then you'll be in your own world, and people usually won't talk to you then. Also, because you're playing a game, when you overhear sensitive things you can scrunch up your face and pretend you're having a hard time with the game.

It's nice to throw all your troubles behind you and believe that you are trouble free. Everyone should try this at one point or another in their life. You just need to remember one important thing - to keep ahead of that which you are trying to escape.

Because it hounds after you, snarling, biting you at every chance. It does not like being left behind. It likes to be dealt with on the spot. It bites, and it bites hard.

The last thing most people want is to have their troubles sneak up behind them and take a bite out of their perky asses.

Remember, you can run, but make sure you can keep ahead.

Paranormal


Close friends of mine will know that I've recently been feverishly pursuing paranormal stories, pictures and videos.

I recently found this extemely gruesome one!

Not for the weak of heart.



Haha.

Inconsiderate


Steal my potato chips from my room, take a bite out of my Ben&Jerry's Dublin Mudslide that my bunny bought for me that I still can't bear to eat yet, turn off the liviing room fan while I'm in the living room because "it's noisy", and the list goes on.

I tolerate because you're my sister, but you're really getting on my nerves.

Dreams



I remember you.

Why won't you let me help you? I see you writhing on the floor, and I couldn't do anything but stand there and watch. You wouldn't let me touch you.

You jauntily stole my heart when you jumped into the lorry with me, and took me on a whirlwind ride to fetch your little friend before her mother came back. You seemed awkward and happy at first, but then I got to see your darker side in the 'hood.

You wanted to protect me. From them. They who left you writhing on the floor and left you to die.

You told me to wait, but you never came back. I was left wandering around the streets waiting for you. You were special, and you taught me that I was special too.

And you, with the chiselled looks, thick eyebrows, tall and dark, decked out in white suit, white tie and white hat. You were here, specially for me.

Why didn't you take me away with you?

Why didn't you take me away with you?

You just smiled.

Argh


I am going to say this once more, and then never again. If I hear one more person say that Malay is not our national language, I am going to slap that person.

Our national language is Malay. English is an official language, but is not our national language. We started from small Malay fishing villages scattered around the island before the who-who-who came and brought along a surge of other races, or as we know it, our ancestors and founding fathers.

"There are a multitude of languages spoken in Singapore that reflect its multi-racial society. The Singapore government recognises four official languages: English, Malay, Mandarin, and Tamil. The national language is Malay, while English is mainly used as the business and working language."

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Languages_of_Singapore

And also, for the other group of you who doesn't believe me, this is the "rappel" post. Repel repel, repel mosquitoes, ah?

Singaporean males are all poisoned by our army's misuse of the English language. Sometimes I wonder why I even bother.

Pictures From Fisheye











Camera makes my boobies look big.

Argh


I detest people who routinely ask how you and the boyfriend are doing, and then ignore you for periods of time or get too busy to talk until the next time they ask about the boyfriend.

Dudes, there are more subtle ways to get people to dislike you.