Thank you for all the birthday wishes people, even if you may not know it is my birthday today.

It's not about the cake.
It's not about the party.
It's not about the presents.
(Not like I had any of these today, heck)
It's the day, and thanks for my 17th.

I received many wishes, thanks for all of them, and for some....:-

Hope you don't start noticing the wrinkles.

Anything 'special' tonite?

You're now 17, a year to go before you're legally able to buy cigarettes....right.

Now you can learn how to drive! My baybeh is all grown up:)

SWEET SEVENTEEN.

Happy b'day germie bear.

Oh God you're 17 already!

Happy Birthday to the other million who celebrate today as their birthday :-D!

Note: Don't skim on the candles, insist for more since they determine
the number of wishes you can make (RIGHT) ;-P

And another 'Happy Birthday' to the one other person who I personally know shares a birthday with me:
Happy Birthday Aaron Lee, may you feel the joy(and worries) of turning 21. Oooooh. Everything's legal now: P (You better be reading this)

A couple of weeks back, the family "ate air" to Morib, you know, just to see the changes it went through after all these years.

Makan angin-ingEating air in Morib. Breathtaking, but just keep looking only to the left.

There were some major changes. Paved platforms, rest shades, a flea market, warungs, and the numerous kite/toys/gimmick/kids-come-and buybuybuy! stalls just a stone's throw from the sand.

People flying kitesGo fly kite!

The coolest signboard everHands down for this signage [plastered on a not surprising unmanned lifeguard watch tower] :-
"Awaslah kamu daripada berduaan dengan wanita demi Allah yang jiwaku ditangan-nya. Tiada seorang lelaki yang berduaan dengan wanita melainkan dimasuki syaitan antara keduanya."
Oh dear.

Alas, the one thing that hasn't change is undoubtedly the unforgiving habit of littering. There you go, another Malaysian setback.
Apalah Wawasan 2020 nih?
So much so, it becomes part of the attraction to Morib, almost as if that's its identity. I hope it's not. I guess that's justified when you don't see any foreigners there. None. Zero. (Could be because it's now the low season for the tide of tourists, but I don't think Morib is on the itinerary of any tour to start with!)

Despite all that, getting down to the beach and wetting your feet under the blistering mid-noon sun is just something you don't come by too often (since we cityfolk aren't blessed with the vicinities of a beach just a walk away from home.)
And man, it was a breath of fresh beach air.


And now, time for some photoblogging(as miserably few as they are):-

The HermitI finally met a hermit........crab. Hey, still counts for something, right?

That's a hermit crab, walking about in its 'disposable' shell. I wanted to pick up the shell and have it for keeps but then it started moving when I touched it. Lucky thing it kept its claws to itself.

The Hermit 2 Even crabs can't keep their hands off of money!!!!

This, was my father's finding. I thought it was an excellent piece of seashell, only to turn it over and find rough hairy legs. OH!

Gross thingyStare at it long enough, it'll start too look really naugty.
But of course, looking at it close up proves more gross than naughty.


EwwwwwAh, seafood. Fat chance I'm eating that, though.

This....was.....just.....gross. Something popped out from it in the top photo before it came to look like this in the second photo. I know, gruesome as it might sound, but it fell out so spontaneously, one might wonder what the hell that white trunk-like thingy is for to start with.

: l Look like this: : l
And for matters pertaining with poor estimate of dimensions, here's a picture of the gross thingy, the shell with a crab inside, and a 10 sen coin.

A visit to the beach has one helluva lot of things to discover, if only you dig deep enough, don't give a damn about the freaking sun and not be easily squeamish.

*The END*
Here's a post that I've read many moons ago, was gripped with emotion over the beauty of these poetic words, and thus felt it's worth sharing to the world(mainly to those who happen to come by this blog). Courtesy goes to Khek, for being as honest and sincere as you are when you wrote this.

Dear girl,
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I tried putting myself in your shoes, in your mind, to question all that I’ve done, was it right or wrong? Was it good or bad? The answer was to be, there were no rights or wrongs, nor good or bad, there’s no black and white answer, and everything lies in a shade of grey. You look for a Man and King of your heart, your home, and your love.

You looked for a Man who would take care of you, and love you forever, for as of now you are young and lovely, like the bud of a flowering rose, but the rose may fade, from your soft young cheeks, and you wonder if he will love you during the mid autumn’s falling leaves, as he did during the blossoming flowers of May.

You question the depth of his heart for you, is it deeper than the deepest ocean, taller than the tallest tree, when seas go rough and whether he’ll let his sail free and be there for you. You question the honesty and truthfulness in him, and as they say, a loving woman finds heaven or hell, on the day she’s made a bride.

These are a woman’s questions to the Man, who has to be true, each and every feeling, tinge of hair, and every part of him, of whom, you would stake your life to be all he’s demanded of you. These are your questions, your demands, your rights, for a Man to win a woman’s good, good heart, a woman’s life, and a woman’s love.
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The end

*This is a tribute to all woman in the world, the right to love the right person and be loved equally in return*
I don't wanna change the world. By changing the world, i'm assuming the role of God. The way the world is now can only stay this way. I, as a person, am only capable of help, to help those in need, to be the one who offers a hand when someone needs it. That's what I wanna do with my life.

I wanna be a person who helps, whether it is by improving or making a person's life slightly more comfortable. I can never CHANGE the WHOLE world, but I can be a part of it.



{Everything by Lifehouse hums in the background}


If you're in the mood for some comedy today, tomorrow, or this time round, watch this movie. It's got to be on of my favourite comedies of all time. With a star-studded cast and a script everyone can laugh to, it's worth your while watching it.
This show's along the lines of the 1970's hit mystery cartoon "Scooby Doo", minus the canine character and the haunting perpetrators.
Easy to watch and simple to understand mystery show, you know?;-)

The setting for this movie takes place in France, so Inspector Jacques Clouseau (Steve Martin), is a French police officer who was plucked from obscurity and assigned to the task of solving the murder of French soccer team coach, Yves Gluant (Jason Statham) whose expensive 'Pink Panther' diamond ring was incidentally stolen as well. (that's why most of their names sound French and their accents are in think French).

Here's some lines from the movie and if they don't get you laughing already, watch it for yourself:-

Ponton (Jean Renu): You never cease to surprise me, sir.
Inspector Jacques Clouseau (Steve Martin): It's true. My surprises, they are rarely unexpected.

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Inspector Jaques Clouseau : A woman is like an artichoke, you must work hard to get to her heart.

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Bizu(William Abadie): And now he's pushing up the daisies.
Inspector Jacques Clouseau: He is not 'pushing up the daisies,' he is DEAD!
Bizu: [glares] It's an idiom!
Inspector Jacques Clouseau: *You*, sir, are the idiom. (what he really meant was 'idiot'.)

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Inspector Jacques Clouseau: I would like to take a closer look at your bawls.
Larocque(Roger Rees): My what?
Inspector Jacques Clouseau: Your bawls. Your big, brass bawls.
Larocque: Uh, sure.
[starts to unzip pants]
Inspector Jacques Clouseau: [Picks up brass bowl on table and examines it]

Well, watch it, laugh out loud, and have a great entertaining time. Btw, it's funny without having to be dirty. Good, thumbs up!
I recently got a dvd player. Note that there is no 'new' before 'dvd player'. Yup, it took this family a significantly long time to get a hold of one for the house. The first, and perhaps only one, since we take electronic items as things with a long shelf-life. What's technology if they don't tahan lama?

It's simple really to operate one. For the older ones in the house, getting it started is way of a lot more to ask than if I were told to do the laundry (which I don't normally do anyway).

This is how I depict it. It's much wider and thinner than I drew it here. But the outlines are more or less alike.

And this is how it works........
  1. This is a button you must press first in order to get it to functioning mode.
  2. This is where you put that small shiny slim plate-like thingy that has moving pictures and sounds in it.
  3. This is what you press to get the tray thingy to come out to put the plate-like thingy into.
  4. And this, the most complicated of all, has four functions in one button. Wah, how on earth to press man? One is to go, one is to stop; one is to go faster forward, one to go faster backward. Chun man, like remote-control car only.
And now, just need those shiny small slim plate-like thingys to start using it.
How much have YOU changed in the last 10 years ?


April 1 1997.(19 more days to me being 7)

1) How old were you?
6+

2)Where did you go to school?
SK SS17

3)Where did you work?
7 year olds who get slave-driven by their sisters count as work right.

4)Where did you live?
Subang Jaya

5)Where did you hang out?
Home is where the heart is. 7 year old me then don't get out much.

6)Did you wear glasses?
No.

7)Who was your best friend?
Can't remember. It had to be Hanin.

8)How many tattoos did you have?
None.

9)How many piercings did you have?
Two. One for each ear.

10)What car did you drive?
Nicht. Nil.

11)Had you been to a real party?
Define real. Perhaps relatively at this age, YES.

12)Had your heart broken?
Don't recall any heartbreaks.


April 1 2002

1.) How old were you?
11+

2.) Where did you go to school?
SMK SS17.

3.) Where did you work?
Still, being slave-driven by sisters.

4.) Where did you live?
Subang Jaya.

5.) Where did you hang out?
Friend's place. Sunway Pyramid (due to its close proximity)

7.) Who was your best friend?
Karts.

8.) Who was your regular-person crush?
Nicht. Nil.

9.) How many tattoos did you have?
None.

10.) How many piercing did you have?
2 still.

11.) What car did you drive?
Plastic toy car.

12) Had you had your heart broken?
By now, I've moved to a stage where I leave my heart at home.


April 1 2007

1.) How old are you?
16+

2) Where do you work?
Sisters left for studies. No longer slave-driven so was 'unemployed'

3) Where do you live?
Subang Jaya.

4.) Do you wear glasses?
Hahah! Still a NO.

5.) Where do you hang out?
Sunway Pyramid. College. Asia Club.

6.) Who is your best friend?
By now got quite a number,

8.) Do you talk to your old friends?
You old friends can slap me if I don't.

9.) How many piercing do you have?
3. Two on the left ear and one on the right.

10.) How many tattoos?
Still none.

11.) What kind of car do you drive?
Cast iron car. I've driven a Kenari before (shhhh, it was a 'trial run')

12.) Has your heart been broken?
Heart? No. Pride? Yes.

And I tag...

Cheeps.
Gill (for all those years of slave driving :-P).