tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-236676642024-03-08T03:39:08.612+08:00CoolgardyLife is a bore, its up to you and me to spice it up!!!coolgardyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04155773621616263489noreply@blogger.comBlogger184125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23667664.post-77275011437591371692022-02-16T12:01:00.001+08:002022-02-25T11:03:02.269+08:00The Story of Po Hwa (Part 1) <span style="font-family: arial;">Once there was a boy named Po Hwa, born in Sandakan, Sabah. Its a coastal town in the east of Sabah near to Mindanao, Philippines. </span><div><span style="font-family: arial;">This was in the year 1985, November 1st to proud parents of Mr. and Mrs. Teng. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">His family was not the well to do sort of but they still provided the best in life for Po Hwa. However, in the midst of his growing up, the parents decided to leave for Taiwan for greener pastures. Left with his grandparents, Po Hwa grew up without ever knowing how a proper family should function. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">However, he was doted by his grandmother and spoilt silly most of the time by her. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">His grandfather on the other hand was quite the stern one, never providing the actual fatherly love but more of stern headmaster. His other family members like his uncles were not particularly his favourite either. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEheb-B1xgPg4BpYdQ3wluMx11MsWr_rWs6K27oBEG6anR-Zgl8F4QJ3UAKlIao82ee-_W9MBu9k9Vm-HDdEwsnv06Y8GK0XPqsydGK29OtrdQPC-7LibWSLuZMOjk91hLNle0QZsKOh3S4WSCD4oieH0BHhte2im2ThIS93o8JNdZ83eP4JngY=s1080" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1031" data-original-width="1080" height="305" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEheb-B1xgPg4BpYdQ3wluMx11MsWr_rWs6K27oBEG6anR-Zgl8F4QJ3UAKlIao82ee-_W9MBu9k9Vm-HDdEwsnv06Y8GK0XPqsydGK29OtrdQPC-7LibWSLuZMOjk91hLNle0QZsKOh3S4WSCD4oieH0BHhte2im2ThIS93o8JNdZ83eP4JngY=s320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: xx-small;">Po Hwa with his grandmother</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">He grew up having wanted a lot and he envied how normal families function. When he saw how other kids had parents coming to fetch them from school, he envied those kids simply because he had none to come do the same for him. As such, he just sat back and looked at how privileged other kids were. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">Having no actual "normal" family support, he grew up rather bitter and also at times wanting to earn that family love he had been deprived of. I suppose you can say he grew up in the format of how his grandparents have shaped him to be and still this is not enough because what you can impart from grandparents are totally different from a normal family. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">You can say he had a dysfunctional set of values. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">He would be beaten up when he was in his teenage years simply because he was a rebel in his own right. There were many things that he wanted to have but due to his unavailability in finances, he was hindered. However, his parents still sent money back from Taiwan for his upkeep all through the years but lacking was the actual love that one can essentially get from parents, which money cannot obtain. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">Po Hwa had an ambition to be a designer but because at that time, and due to the small minded of the rural folks, that profession was considered too effeminate. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">Instead, they steered him to go into finances like accountancy but he wasn't interested in them. Instead, he chose to take up interior designing<br /> and after his Form 5, enrolled in the Lim Kok Wing University. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">That to him was the best time of his life, as he had to fly from his small rural town of Sandakan to the big city, Kuala Lumpur. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">When he was cut off from his grandparent's stern care, he felt like he achieved an independence; and independent lifestyle which he could embrace. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiRMM2f5Lk2tw0IDRxaAXJmqHJrNfrA-ABngTlXjjmmFfw1E02mGXnRuzaggw_w1hXpdNJ5IR2uU4RXVr1qLKDI_PEeVqrgLmdI_Tb-RmrKM5rmdX5kx2S4mdIIktycWbSvbs_iXJqoHY1gJXRtaHjxg09yqCWFf4QC5_Tv9DD3vcgM1mW9fow=s612" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="612" data-original-width="612" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiRMM2f5Lk2tw0IDRxaAXJmqHJrNfrA-ABngTlXjjmmFfw1E02mGXnRuzaggw_w1hXpdNJ5IR2uU4RXVr1qLKDI_PEeVqrgLmdI_Tb-RmrKM5rmdX5kx2S4mdIIktycWbSvbs_iXJqoHY1gJXRtaHjxg09yqCWFf4QC5_Tv9DD3vcgM1mW9fow=s320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">I'm free now @pohwa1985</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">He was a closet door gay, having a lot of attractions for the same sex but having that urge suppressed most of his living years. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">That same new found independence also led him to eat whatever he wanted as he was barred mostly when he was living his grandparents, as they practiced very clean eating, meaning no fried food, oily or just simply unhealthy food. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">Thus, began his life in the bright lights of KL. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">To be continued...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div>coolgardyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04155773621616263489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23667664.post-71953973745740548362009-10-20T16:40:00.003+08:002009-10-26T23:39:45.079+08:00Is it a blessing or is it a bane...? You decide...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmVcf2CNetYk8C-hl0pdbP3yym8yJ9_Bpq0pJmcP5btKQHk48aqYm10IDJIK-Mzq2nzR6qORbF7nqeBO6XJsiWhI2_RC5JIyGVoILvF2M5skkbQldIhS0jRX9CSb-uIQSewAb4Cw/s1600-h/model.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmVcf2CNetYk8C-hl0pdbP3yym8yJ9_Bpq0pJmcP5btKQHk48aqYm10IDJIK-Mzq2nzR6qORbF7nqeBO6XJsiWhI2_RC5JIyGVoILvF2M5skkbQldIhS0jRX9CSb-uIQSewAb4Cw/s320/model.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396933719538002882" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Here I am sitting down at my workstation and wondering when the system will be up. I just got into work today after being on leave yesterday and this has to greet me? I’m contemplating whether this is indeed a blessing or a curse…whichever which, I think I will just think of it being part of life. Neither a blessing nor a curse, just hang in there and live by it? If I do that, do I submit unconsciously to the thought of submission or should I question the rational for this to happen? As you may notice, I have so much to talk about now, since there is a vacuum right here, not being able to be productive, my mind floats to other places to think of this??<br /><br />Having said that, this blog which I’m now attempting to resurrect, there have been numerous incidents that have had happened. There are many things to share but I guess I should not overload in one upload, rather take the easy way out and tell them as days go by…if that you the reader have the utmost patience to do so. With this, I humbly seek your kind consideration to perhaps allow me to speak gibberish in this blog and if they make sense to you, perhaps seek an understanding that you may agree or disagree with me by adding in your precious comments.<br /><br />The latest updates I want to talk about this time round are the fact that I have met 2 guys…totally different in character and thoughts. However, the fact remains is that both of them are like 3 decades away from me! Yes, you have heard it right, they are younger, and case #1 is a 18year old, while case #2 is 21. For case #1, the circumstances leading to this meeting was held in the most unmentionable way, it was by way of a bored afternoon spent at the spa, and that was how this little liaison started.<br />Case# 2 is someone whom I have met like 2 years ago, went out for a dinner date and when he told me that his preferences was for taller guys, I thought maybe he was being a bit superficial because that was his only requirement. I thought it being quite unlikely to continue from there, wished him all the best and just kept a minimal of our conversations via the MSN by the standard hellos and byes.<br /><br />So, you the reader may think what’s with the point of me bringing up these 2 case subjects? Actually, if I were to ask myself, I would not know it too but for the sake of wanting to share what’s in my life now, I thought it would be better for the readers to give me an opinion or in other words, judge me and guide me of what is going in my life?<br /><br />Case# 1, shall we christened him as Xiao Fu (XF), is a fellow who works part time being a masseur at one of the spas located in the gardens of the Tun. Actually, I have noticed his picture for some time now as I regularly get updates of this spa from them and based on the gallery shown, he was someone that I thought looked interesting and decided to request for this services. Perhaps it was the will of the Heavens that I should meet XF that afternoon, when the attendant told me that he was available. So imagine my anticipation as I approached the spa and got down to “business”. I was ushered in this little treatment room with a bed, a couch and outside was the outdoor shower facilities. There was a towel that was placed at the end of the couch. I picked that up and began to undress myself. I wrapped the towel around me and waited. The waiting was incredulously torturing. Every seconds, you may wonder what may walk in, because in all my experiences, one can never trust the pictures posted on the gallery. There is always the element of photo shop being blatantly abused when trying to fix a picture, so I thought. I decided to walk out to inspect the outdoor shower area; it was done quite brilliantly so I thought. Then, there was a knock on the door and it was my therapist. He walked in, all 180cm of him and was lanky to begin with and that long hair, perhaps it’s a phase. So, he directed me to the shower area and he began to undress himself too. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a pair of hands began to hit the most sensitive part of my body, my stomach and knowing that I have yet to develop that 6 level packs, I began to feel a tad shy of him caressing that area.<br /><br />The whole ritual continued with him giving me a wash up and the moment he began to move upwards, downwards and to an area which is extra sensitive, I began to feel a hardon coming up. I had thought hard to think of other things to avert this feeling but could not as my therapist too had an incredible hardon pressing against my body. This continued on for some time and before you knew it, it was time to face him to the face as all this while, my back was against him. As I gazed at his eyes, I could not help but allow myself to feel slutty and have my lips touched his. I must admit I initiated all of this action and a kiss turned out to be a frenchy one and was clearly intense<br /><br />Thereafter, he led me in to the room, and as I laid down thinking of the wonderful pampering I will get, honest to be said, I got more than I bargained for. XF was really sensual with his movements and the way he went about to give me the treatment was really out of this world. I cannot think of any other therapist that would have gone down to such details. Well, as they said, one thing led to another and before I got to say “eureka” there he was already trying to initiate to “enter” me! I avoided him coming into me but finally, I relented as he was too good and his skills for a young guy, was really amazing! He possessed a rather odd looking weapon but nonetheless, it was nothing that I have not seen. I took it like a man and the more he did it albeit the painfulness, it actually felt good! Being a top myself I thought this young chap exceeded his skills to the max. I guess that afternoon; I have totally surrendered to the warm embrace of his skills. Another thing about him, when I complained that it was painful and asked him to move in slowly, he did so with much geniality, for a young dude, he was totally sensitive unlike some, which I know, are brash!<br /><br />You could have guessed it, there was no proper massage treatment; what I had was an intense sexual act that afternoon. After we had finished with the task, he asked if he could hitch a ride from me. From a ride, it went to dinner, yes not the smart thing to do but I was intrigued to interview this XF. So, we settled at a restaurant in 1U, sat down and there he began to pour out to me his life story. He had 3 boyfriends before, and his last one was like 2 weeks ago. Alarm bells began to sound immediately when he said he broke off 2 weeks ago, yeah guys, rebound! I thought to myself, better keep my distance from him, as I could not afford to have an emotional tidal wave hitting me! In summary, he is an intelligent dude but comes from a broken up family, raised by his mother (dad walked out of the family), is still vague of what love is, kid like attitude and best of all, thinks that he knows best in all things (well not all, there are certain things he is still raw). I began to feel a sense of compassion for XF but I know that this is wrong, because knowing myself, to allow me to develop feelings for a kid yet a masseur is so totally awry! If you think that this was the last time we kept in touch, you are wrong my dear readers. For the minute my mind decides to say NO, my fingers began to text him and asked if he still wants to meet up! Talk about hypocrisy, assuring oneself but doing the opposite of it!<br /><br />But, now, I’m more certain that my feelings for case#1 is one sided, I guess. I’m so sucked up to this that I give myself false hopes to think that I might be able to change him or influence him, but the more I spend time with him, suffice to say, I think he is taking advantage of me and the fact that I’m the one who buys dinner all the time. I’m at a loss…not that I cannot afford the dinners, but its more likely towards the emotional exchanges that might fall on me, and that these exchanges will only result in being one sided…</span></div>coolgardyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04155773621616263489noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23667664.post-53079635844079883582008-06-06T23:37:00.005+08:002008-06-07T00:37:24.697+08:00AN END TO A STEAMY STRESS-FUL DAY!<div align="center"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It was one of those very stressful day in the office. Nothing seemed to go right, and there you are stuck in between two feuding managers and what can you do? Let's just say that it was THE day which one would rather not want to go through but life makes you venture right into it and you have no choice but to put up a brave front and move on with it. So, that day was like what I went through, after battling and almost wounded and exhausted, I decided that life really was more than all that, and then I thought to myself, it was the pay that was making me stay on and endure. </span></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div align="left"><br /><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And, endurance was what kept me going on, and not to say the pay was my major yardstick of sanity. Actually, my salary is nothing to shout about but it does pay the bills and also, perhaps give me at least some shopping freedom. So, there I was a wounded soldier on the verge of dying and what does one think of next...? Gym...yes, for me, strangely and very weirdly, that's how I manage to relax myself from all this stress by working out and de-stressing myself. It was close to 9pm, and I thought, maybe the gym would be empty by then and being a working day the next, perhaps I might have the whole work out area to myself?</span></div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208806014486652194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="330" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSas-Gkj0iLKhP-1uSAcA6FUItBtrcF_t86gGxXbCwETkXQy3yLCWreDm0mesloIaIbMEYH3wMruKTn4S6ITPlWIfeG1Zfmkbs3ggBlXe6e1NmNc6CYlzNZgHXqZh7yUfAc6-XMQ/s320/alexander7_edit.JPG" width="251" border="0" /> <p align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em></strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"><strong><em>what a stress-ful day!<br /></em></strong></span><br /></p><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Upon reaching the gym, I realized I was very wrong! It was crowded and there was a number of PLUs who were there too....and I was like, what the hell? Eyes rolling, never mind, I thought, maybe I will have to devise my plans for that evening. Like it or not, life was not going to be kind to me, and instead, what I wanted, it didn't turn out to be what I had expected! Bloody fucking assholes, I was crying out for my private space, but none was there to offer me, so reluctantly I had a terrible workout and instead, I headed to the changing room and stripped off my gym clothes and decided to head to the steam room, in the hope that I might just unwind for the day. As I made my way to the steam room, again my heart beat faster, hoping that it will not be crowded. Like the Chinese proverb says " There is a head and a tail" meaning in every situation that happens, there will be a start and an end. With great anticipation, I pushed the door open and what expected me was a pleasant surprise, as there were only 3 guys in it. I thought to myself, good, let it be that way, and I made my way to the little corner of that room. As I seated myself and began to unwind myself, the guy next to me, walked out and left. In my heart, I was thinking, perhaps the other two guys would also leave me alone. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The seconds began to click away but these two guys did not budge off from their area and instead I noticed some 'movement' between these two guys. From the faint steams arising, I noticed that they were not bad in their size. Fairly tall and also muscular, they kinda look cute but too much steam and further to that, the room was not brightly lit. I began to eye them and I noticed the guys were also eyeing me, and their movement indicated that they were trying to yank off their towel off and so to entice them, I did that same movement too and before anyone can say "eureka", these two also did the same. The minute they did that, what emerged out was two pairs of very nice men tool meaning, nice shape, nice length and nice width. It was so sexually arousing to see them just do it in front of me. Basically, the guy on his left was stroking the other guy's cock and the other one was also reciprocating the same way. My jaw nearly dropped and before you knew it, my little one became a sprouting mushroom. I made my way nearer to them and these two did not budge from their area and began to perform (so to speak) as if I was the only audience worth their salt to show off their talents. It was very hot (pardon the pun) but looking at them stroking and playing, and teasing each other, it was all too much for me, for before you knew it, I was also stroking my own. As they say, for every action there will be an reaction! </span><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208805387421426946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 345px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="362" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYgX6ZE8n6JewHSJMhfx_EX95xheYJY5ei-JZPAK780Ft7buA0H-e9GnHrXkQEa-wikSMoayD5iYJ7crZOQF64Gvr8K8ckFoC3bLi3FTli6gZZ535vmLea5OCAGKV-9FF3P-6tvQ/s320/sauna+guys.jpg" width="292" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"><strong><em>two naughty guys in a sauna, my lucky day?</em></strong></span></p><p align="left"><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">But, our little fun ended there as before one of them could cum, someone was approaching and that mischievous little play act had to stop. The guy on his left moved out quickly and followed by the other guy, and from that very hot action, it became a no-show. I was thinking to myself, what the fuck? It was already close to climaxing why not allow me this chance to see the whole action? Reluctantly, I walked out of the steam room and entered into one of the shower stall and who do I see before me? It was the other guy and he had his curtain half opened just nice for me to observe him. I know he was really horny as he was jerking off vigorously and then when he saw me, he opened more for me to watch him. Like all good shows, there must be some acting too, so I too acted in accordance to his wishes and it was damn hot!! What's more to say? I'm sure you would have all guessed the ending, so let's just leave it that way.</span> </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208805584989922578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="341" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZTLwga9ZjYc7G2l9xHcXrpAAakbDIA8Bf2Og6WyhvmVAmdb5nK_SoAbWV06Tj6JpI-_mtYqd3b5EZjFhM_lrtdFmwrbs8L83P6LrpbHYOWW1_hZHBW9gNy1mROPAcsnY67cAdRQ/s320/corey.jpg" width="263" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"><strong><em>it ended nicely though...<br /></em></strong></span><br /><br /></p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Anyway, that little drama stressed to me that life maybe give you shit but at the end of the day, you may still expect some little rebates out of all these. Hey, who can ask for more when two hunks play right in front of you, perform as you were the rightful owner to view their little private show, I don't think I can ask for more....<br /></span>coolgardyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04155773621616263489noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23667664.post-8686721033942649802008-06-02T00:23:00.007+08:002008-06-02T01:04:18.664+08:00STUFFING AWAY BEFORE THE START OF THE WEEK<p align="center"><br /></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb4dOVbYrDDbLGmg2q2QM86sqxmw7iN3sIN3eEmFGBbfNG_7O8Y5V2kz1syijTLSB1Hnj_QkZ-Ayt1mQIWSpOgm-Vgf11osl4PYEhexHSHmw0oy1DZPoQ52zl7RBDpwX9AFcAMqA/s1600-h/steamboat2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206957252386508994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb4dOVbYrDDbLGmg2q2QM86sqxmw7iN3sIN3eEmFGBbfNG_7O8Y5V2kz1syijTLSB1Hnj_QkZ-Ayt1mQIWSpOgm-Vgf11osl4PYEhexHSHmw0oy1DZPoQ52zl7RBDpwX9AFcAMqA/s320/steamboat2.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"><strong><em> Steamy Steamboat</em></strong></span><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Just came back from a steamboat dinner with Slutty Whore, My Other Glam Half and her Cub boyfriend. Location was at this Telephone (spelled Talipon in Malay) Restaurant at Kuchai Lama Road. If you have been to this place before, you will notice that not only do they serve steamboat but they will also offer some dishes where you can fry on the spot. Actually, that steamboat pot is very small and the highlight of the contraption that comes with it is sections whereby you can fry your chicken, fish, meat...and they actually provide butter, err...cheaper version, its actually vegetable butter. </span></div><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">As in all buffet settings, you will have the usual seafood, meat and vegetables. This is the second time I'm actually patronizing this place but to tell you the truth, I did not want to go but since it was suggested by Slutty Whore and I did want to see my other half glam (have not seen her for some months now), I decided to tag along to go for it. Anyway, it was also a good chance to meet her cub boyfriend, which I have been hearing so much about from Slutty Whore. </span></div><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">As we settled to eat, we started to take the stuff that we wanted to eat, some took the chicken, some took the mutton and as for me, my beef was always there. I notice the cub had taken heaps of prawns and he was actually de-shelling them. I asked him why was he doing he, he told me that his girlfriend (which is my other half glam) will not touch it if the shell was still intact. Ahhh...such a loving boy friend...I wonder if I will ever get one that will actually do that for me, or maybe I will have to do it for them??? While all the eating and feasting was going on, we began to joke and some of the jokes were really not really apt for that place, what with children running around? The best part of the night when it came to the dessert part, I took the ice cream with the cone and then began to suggestively lick in the motion of how you would actually lick a **ahem** .</span></div><p></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206957668998336722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl96w_Qwo7B7I0ThcLJ8YbO-zT5EiPFvWorIsq4qDFKSdX9Ojl5aqmLt4JLoctrDwp_Xq2j6w1PEg31ejY4A_ujjcEr4EFiK2HrhKRuj3ItxhGURBXXux6_bPuV_HX52trB8G2Gw/s320/jackz7.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"><strong><em>Need to work out after all that stuffing...<br /></em></strong></span><br /></p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My other half glam gave me that "look" but in reality, she was enjoying my little antic. But, in all seriousness, never do it in a public place which is a "G" rating, where you have families around...however, I did make a point, the Cub actually couldn't resist and went to have one too! I told my other half glam...better watch out, he may be liking "ice-creams" more in the future! She gave me the disgusted look...</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">All in all, it was a good evening to end a weekend and whats to come later during work, oh gosh, I don't even want to think of it, but will just be positive about it. So, to all, have a good working week. </span></div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206957823617159394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ-BhupVp7kQe4y-KKYFJ1IH0XEMUI4Ju-hJUtq4jW2vrftWi0ep5Mwuruy0twf9Ya92ZzVTMZIdZGr8vtFzTL4uT5rrcJwnO7iNoyaB2JNnYeuTP6SyGw-WHNDI1SFHK4tIAfmw/s320/gong6.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">What a way to end the weekend...<br /></span></em></strong><br /></p>coolgardyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04155773621616263489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23667664.post-75456488452720424132008-06-01T17:15:00.006+08:002008-06-01T17:29:03.401+08:00Finally....<div align="center"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I managed to muster some strength to start updating my blog...yes it has been a rather long sabbatical which I must add has been also a refreshing one. What's been happening to me, you might ask...errrm, nothing really but the usual like going to the gym and doing stuff that I never had much to think about, you know, just living a life, and that all, made me not think so much of updating my blog too frequently. However, I do want to continue this updating and will come in here more often than none and share with you guys my mundane life...and if you find this too senseless to read, well, what do you expect when I am not even thinking of what to say actually. </span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206841636161867954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnnKeO2RSm6g-Vdd_pFoxV0yhiFYY7-SJKVbvtrzwwqZUyuytwvCgiujBdJliVDkMO62LuBwXagO1stoeAiLgaW5cdaPtPU2aGhVNZJqbBjyumaMTe06bPLeIyhYHZHVwk92KrxQ/s320/ai6.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">ahhh, its so nice to be back....</span><br /></strong></span></p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">So, all my faithful readers out there, I'm back....and hopefully do not dissapear again! </span>coolgardyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04155773621616263489noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23667664.post-7948072022145655222008-01-21T22:44:00.000+08:002008-01-21T23:17:04.552+08:00MIKA MIKA<span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyexR5ahNYkjLbNhQ7DpNs-ThBOsPBlfk56fK0oHIcus5iguAOHB-njHSDLSzD89dR9xNGnh4NJO360aMOlJ3FuoWFKElqtWEWlU9GaGOrgUvF-knDKcDgV3ELt5SRnxsAE2srSA/s1600-h/mika.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157947232072093426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyexR5ahNYkjLbNhQ7DpNs-ThBOsPBlfk56fK0oHIcus5iguAOHB-njHSDLSzD89dR9xNGnh4NJO360aMOlJ3FuoWFKElqtWEWlU9GaGOrgUvF-knDKcDgV3ELt5SRnxsAE2srSA/s320/mika.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I have a confession to make. I'm so into this song "Relax" by Mika that I have to upload this into my blog and also mention this guy. He may not appeal to many but to me, I think he is great. As he is usually "campy", word has it that he is gay. But, Mika responded it very cleverly by saying that what has a guy's sexuality got to do with what he does on stage? I totally respect this guy, I mean a guy's sexuality is secondary to what he can do as a performer or even the talents that he possess. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">This statement in itself reinforces that a person's talent should not be overshadowed by his sexuality. What he does he do in the four walls of his privacy is his business and as other lay people out there, there should not be any judgements whatsoever. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So here are some of his music video...enjoy...by the way, the first song, "Relax" is so danceable!</span></div><div> </div><div><a href="http://%3cobject%20width=%22425%22%20height=%22355%22%3e%3cparam%20name=%22movie%22%20value=%22http//www.youtube.com/v/Be6jlCuMvVQ&rel=1%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22wmode%22%20value=%22transparent%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cembed%20src=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/Be6jlCuMvVQ&rel=1%22%20type=%22application/x-shockwave-flash%22%20wmode=%22transparent%22%20width=%22425%22%20height=%22355%22%3E%3C/embed%3E%3C/object%3E"><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Be6jlCuMvVQ&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Be6jlCuMvVQ&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div><a href="http://%3cobject%20width=%22425%22%20height=%22355%22%3e%3cparam%20name=%22movie%22%20value=%22http//www.youtube.com/v/SvBIyJf6el0&rel=1%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22wmode%22%20value=%22transparent%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cembed%20src=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/SvBIyJf6el0&rel=1%22%20type=%22application/x-shockwave-flash%22%20wmode=%22transparent%22%20width=%22425%22%20height=%22355%22%3E%3C/embed%3E%3C/object%3E"><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SvBIyJf6el0&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SvBIyJf6el0&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object></a></div>coolgardyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04155773621616263489noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23667664.post-77645869088129207322008-01-16T22:00:00.000+08:002008-01-16T22:10:20.060+08:00USED UNDERWEAR ANYONE?<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhaMdzlHyZ4KTqpkAeB_J5_ookUgAE5zmU7aDGIgDaeTYOIHhc8enBg0RbFDr4jeVdaKnnlKdkCIxDFKMpcUq8a73cQsM0rfeLep4Dbk3TYUGrFJcqFLaVcn2KPuALe3PjQyH7rQ/s1600-h/underwear+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156075566928875202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhaMdzlHyZ4KTqpkAeB_J5_ookUgAE5zmU7aDGIgDaeTYOIHhc8enBg0RbFDr4jeVdaKnnlKdkCIxDFKMpcUq8a73cQsM0rfeLep4Dbk3TYUGrFJcqFLaVcn2KPuALe3PjQyH7rQ/s320/underwear+1.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><em><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">u want my underwear...?<br /></span></em></strong><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">When I was still green about the PLU world, the only place of contact for me was the IRC (at that time) and now, the various chat channels. Having the privileged of the Internet is really awesome as it led us to come to a point whereby we can virtually connect and build our networks with all kinds of people out there.<br /><br />Well, having said that, of course, when such an interaction is established, the good and bad will be lumped in together. I do not deny that I had much fun chatting with these unscrupulous characters as they usually give me insights of how our PLU lives revolve around. Amongst my colorful chats, there are some that involves the various fetishes.<br /><br />One such fetish is the saga of the “used underwear”. Yes, there are people who are actually indulging in such activities and I guess it completely norm for them. But, to the uninitiated like me who conforms to the majority of conservatives out there, such fetishes are a bit too harsh to accept. Nevertheless, to accept all kinds of diversity in our lives, we need to be tolerant and that is how I was approach by these people.<br /><br />The chat began very innocently asking how I was and why was I hanging around in the chat room. We sort of talked a bit and then the proceeded to what our interests were. I began to tell him about mine and when it was his turn, I was completely stunned, for what he indulged into was something I did not thought of. He informed me that he was into underwear and more specifically, used ones!<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">“Err, you mean you like those used underwear?” I enquired enthusiastically.<br />“Yes, I like them but to be more specific, cum filled ones” he replied.<br />“Huh? Cum filled ones? How ah?” I again asked innocently.<br />“Well, all the guy needs to do is just jerk off into it and then send it to me”.<br />“Hmm, I do not think that’s my cup of tea” with eyes rolling.<br />“I know it’s not easy for others to accept it but it’s a fetish for me, and I have loved it ever since I tried it” he added.<br />“How did this happen?” I asked.<br />“A good friend of mine was sniffing it one day, and I happen to catch him doing it. I thought it was crazy to do such a thing but when he challenged me to try it, I took it and then suddenly, I liked the smell” he replied.<br />“You mean you like the smell? How is it that makes you like it? I posed.<br />“Not sure but the smell actually triggers me and it makes me high, and I get an instant gratification upon smelling it and playing with my dick at the same time. I will imagine the guy doing it while I’m masturbating” he told me in detail.<br />“Well, good for you, I guess like they say, one man’s meat is another’s poison” I laughed.<br />“So, would you like to shoot your cum into your underwear and let me have it?”<br />“My underwear and my cum?” I repeated.<br />“Yes, I want yours and you can drop it at this locker at the Kelana Jaya Swimming complex” he added.<br /></div></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156075639943319250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2AphMJbFcJerr57nsXydOdn9dNtKaUdxr9cWmUCk_aTK26Lg1fPddzfsrIDzYJ-PthGaqO4D6nCtrwLz6J68ougPjPACSChGBfKYIu_4x4dr3Z5yvwMdcfdBPMKKx_s0xWpaSLA/s320/underwear2.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">jerk off into your underwear....</span></em></strong></div><br /><br />That guy actually told me the procedure of how to drop off the underwear into this specific locker and he will collect it later. I was like astonished by his request and what more, his insistence on me to give him my undies. But, I did not do it as I was too timid at that time and then again, I thought to myself, should I actually give him my good underwear or the ones, which is already loose, or have holes in them? And, should it be branded or some normal brands we have out there? This was all confusing, a part of me wanted to do it but the other part, well, I did not want to part with my precious undies. </span><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156075695777894114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibOXrFTdZ-3z-Iqa8xYWxInnC-_49CJ5Luq7xDxLITtFIY7gAmM-c_CnGtypjSLGc9eZ0jwMFooS1EgIjGr6EMO4VM90qZi1Ik_GOq79gSyf6ppCs5_W2TWSOg9MmWpNAw7gj0Kg/s320/underwear3.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"><strong><em>wanna buy my undies...?</em></strong></span></p><p><br />Later on, I learnt that there were actually guys who would buy these undies and would pay a hefty sum for it too, so perhaps, I can get some buyers out there? Any takers eh?</span></p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span>coolgardyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04155773621616263489noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23667664.post-31330065220877760332008-01-13T19:41:00.000+08:002008-01-13T22:17:03.895+08:00THE HOUSE OF WHORES<div align="center"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Last night was quite happening for me. We celebrated Slutty Whore's birthday early and we had a pot luck dinner party at his place at the Rainbow Hills. THE food did not matter, what mattered most was the booze available. Of course, SW did not want us to buy him a present and instead asked us to each bring a dish and booze! So, there were wines, hard liquor and more hard liquor. </span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154963771694632594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="323" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSAmvmMHpQckRhBijxfMmt3FKV1S2BDsEj35I6Adoc9iOPiEQLlzRMYZSV9F2O_H6s5gBMraG4MIw_-OSsjlbUfWxHjZrqjp9VDOVaNDd3QWFpVVyxVYVJobbUW6QL5t95svSMqg/s320/uw16.jpg" width="234" border="0" /> <p align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">dressing up for the party...</span></em></strong> </p><p align="left"><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">As he had invited both straights and gays, one can definitely see the segregated groups converging at one area, whilst the queens took the other side. It was a bit boring at first but after our fabulous fag hag, MaMa-san Cynthia began mixing drinks and offering to both sides, suddenly the groups began to break up and merged. I looked with amazement with how the two groups managed to gap each other and just had so much fun. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">We laughed and talked almost anything under the sky and the straight group were also game to join in with our banter. All in all, it was a night to remember but then, we were waiting for our main guest to arrive, who we named him, Wholesome Willy. He was wholesome in the sense, he had the looks, the body and best of all, he had this next door neighbor kind of guy, whom you would just love to smother him with all your tender loving kindness and what not, exert your ever powerful lust on him! </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154963952083259042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="331" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikgZT_qbF4lvc_5HDMKNGVBqtIa2A7_w090DwrxYTZnV9J2Sg603RGMhUYRDPf0BHBw2HO-9pVA9rHUv2I5acWrAknQiXT6Z0KzXrAlF6Gwt4vy7XF7tPVcjdqIyRsWTU5X6SYQA/s320/yu5.gif" width="229" border="0" /> <p align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">don't make me drunk, ya...</span></em></strong><br /><br /></p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So, that night, we had Cynthia, Spiky Calvin, me (of course) and another few other guys all waiting to grab his attention. When he arrived, Cynthia immediately did her job by offering liquor to that poor boy. As we all know, WW cannot drink and immediately his face began to turn into strawberry red. It was so serious that he began to slur in his speech and this all happened by just one drink! Right smack at that moment, the three of us, oh no, the two of us actually began to take turns to get "closer" to our target. It was hilarious, as we all took turns to snap pictures with this hot hunk! But, alas, all good things have to end, our dear WW had to leave the party half-way as he has a buddy from overseas who is in town to meet him. Hence, he wasn't able to stay longer for if he had been longer, I think Cynthia would have used her charms to seduce a gay man!! YUCKS!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The night ended with a lot of drinks flowing freely and by the time it was late, only a fraction of the guests actually got drunk, the rest were still sober, meaning to say, the both of us (Cynthia and me) did not do a good job. Of course, we managed to molest Gyrating Gerald in bed!! Actually, it was the pretext of having a girl to girl talk and we invited GG to come in bed and lie between us, and before anything he could do, he was molested. However, if GG was angry, he sure did not show any objections in what we were doing, rather he was enjoying it but he kept on saying he didn't like it. Anyways, that molestation did end and we did let GG go off and by the time everything ended, it was already close to about 2 in the morning. </span><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154964093817179826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="329" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7rASkFJlwYkHNms7Hb9rvzjLM5l4CNQ43_GCiprTnmBRzluQEAe7s50RJft9iK91N8IWwRvqftkul0egb73M3rmBoDCPnkHMqWpNU4cRZ9tddnCVoQwYaROf7pAlDIa0FP0ROkA/s320/joey2.jpg" width="255" border="0" /> <p align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">ok, we promise not to drink anymore...<br /></span></em></strong></p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ah well, we all swore we will not drink anymore but knowing us, there will be an excuse for us to indulge in this again, maybe soon?</span>coolgardyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04155773621616263489noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23667664.post-1781097496379490542008-01-12T00:21:00.000+08:002008-01-12T01:03:07.663+08:00WHAT YOU SOW IS WHAT YOU LOSE...<div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Overheard at one of our Christmas gatherings at Mei Mei's place last December. It concerned about a certain friend of ours. A little background about this friend of ours, whom I shall christened as Denial Denny. You see, DD was an ex-colleague of Mei Mei at her old office located somewhere in the golden triangle. </span></div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154264654098058882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ_OKEbc_4AvmxXohBxJOgh8nrB_rhneLY8FJYIQCoGwIeic368ykJs67MoYJW7nuUeYttTHmlMkd65_RY2kbHicQ6548CI6wVR5ZsObGCWtk_hUDr5c7nx2bEv8vchHWQAKiRqQ/s320/aaron.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">Do I look Gay...?<br /></span></em></strong></p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">MM has this penchant of "outing" gays and she is really good at it. Not only is MM fabulous and also attractive, she has this wonder touch and each time she spots a guy who dresses fashionably immaculate, her gaydar starts to tingle. Better than any AWACS out there, MM can sniff out the gay-ness in every guy she meets up. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So, DD was not that exceptional. For whatever magic MM used on her, she was able to "out-ed" our darling, DD. That was sometime ago but what I heard recently was that DD was seeing this rather hunky dory guy. They have been dating (so to speak, for in DD's terms, dating means just a one night stand and that's it but for this one, it was serious) and that guy had even moved in with him. In DD's term, this means marriage! </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">All is well, you dear readers might fathom but no, it was not to be. For there were a strange brewing of jealous energy emitting from Kenny Hills for a few months now. It seems that our dear DD has not been able to keep his manhood in check and have begun to sow wild oats around the clubbing and gym scene. Obviously, the other half of DD found out of these sexploits and they began to have intense oral exchanges not of the pleasant sort but of the most foul kind you would ever think of. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It came to a point that according to MM, there were involvement of friends in this fight and their roles were to set these two apart. Looks like the relationship turned really bad, and no sooner before one can spell out Dakota Blues, it ended just like that. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">However, our dear DD was to find out the shock of his life. DD is an avid collector of expensive branded underwear's; you name all of the famous brands out there, and DD will have a collection of them. It seems that DD's skin is sensitive that cheaper brands are almost non-existent in his wardrobe. And, knowing how much DD loves his collection, this ex-other half concocted a very good surprise for him the day he left his condo. It seems that all of his collections were gone and what was left was the cheaper version of the made in China series strewn all over his cupboards.<br />Naturally, DD was furious but what I found out later was that because DD knew he invited this trouble upon himself, he decided not to pursue this matter. Till this day, amongst our circle, this was the story that has been circulating and I just go to know it. </span><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154264430759759458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWJvpOtVlUJKtgIqkaA5waCwa2tm8H9rXUzdxvaivfpUf0vCIann1Jx-hXiJ4Ia-Zm3DnZJpCrR2CdVgo7TX6UKvcQD4csH9GBzU_OiqpoRzRQA7RsMSEMfRm5FY3pl9gdojNR-A/s320/Man_1_image_1.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"><strong><em>Don't take my underwear please...</em></strong></span><br /><br /></p><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">When I heard of it, I laughed not at the poor misery ending of DD but rather his folly ways! But, it also serves a reminder that when a relationship turns sour, anything can happen and in this case, a collection of expensive branded underwear's goes missing. </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154264529544007282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9GmJ7VDdrhZ8PqJ1LuHPl9Awx6eY64zo7nYxJ2ZtjzN8LYLq6YFfr3_ZDQrbxSLgr-urCFrCoiGiPOJPOlY4WyejEtmqCHu4pOwZRUrFma-Rs_fo5vxJxmXt47PKWZ5eg__OGMQ/s320/Image1B_edited.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">I've learnt my lesson<br /></span></em></strong><br /><br /></p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">What you may say happened to those used underwear's? Hmm, perhaps placed at some night market? Or have you not heard that there are some aficionados out there who actually dig into used underwear's and actually pays a very high price for them??</span>coolgardyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04155773621616263489noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23667664.post-88301373910591757292008-01-10T23:05:00.001+08:002008-01-11T00:04:43.264+08:00MR. DEAD STARE<div align="center"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I really am not sure why but most of my best stories actually come from the gym. And this particular one is no different from the rest, except well, its a bit weird to begin with. </span></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Last evening, I was at the gym doing my routine. After bracing for over an hour and stuck in the jam in the city, I was already feeling very stressed up! I needed my time at the treadmill and also to work out really hard to ease all those tensions. </span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Upon arriving at the gym, went to locker, changed into my gym attire and headed to the cardio section. I met Facial Kenny and as we were updating each other on the usual news (actually gossips), while coming down the stairs, I accidentally bumped into this guy. It was entirely my fault and I said sorry to him almost immediately without even having an eye contact with him. I proceeded to the cardio area and Facial Kenny joined me a few minutes later. While, I was alone, I sensed I was being followed. This sort of feeling usually hovers around me and I will feel as if there was someone staring at me. To make a point of my so called 'feelings', I turned around and true to my bones, that same guy I bumped into was staring at me. He was working out but his eyes instead of focusing 12 o'clock, was instead at 2 o'clock.<br /><br />Immediately faced with such a situation, I looked straight in front. But, not wanting to read too much into it, I thought, perhaps he might be looking at someone else instead or perhaps nothing at all. So, I did my fabulous turnaround and lo and behold, this guy (let me describe him, a late 20's something guy, crew cut, standing at about 6 feet, nice structure but not the muscular type and one thing that sets him apart is his eyes!) who I shall name him Dead Stare, was still fixed at his 2 o'clock position. </span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153877338242272834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilXG0LP2vKFeIB8-qn1_yWGAmhSboBN9_NjKbhgf7QgUO4PjLIE42S_fgWrgybVssw6qCzfgHp7pNjKflSzG_c0VvB15K3yzeNufD8_FeiXJXzfjHHOwSLwL5AhAdC1nISBoK4SQ/s320/willgut2.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">are u staring at me....?<br /></span></em></strong></p><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My heart pounded harder this time but it could also be due to my incessant running at the treadmill but I know this feeling is not the same as what I had encountered before. Lucky for me, FK joined me later and when I finished my treadmill session, I asked FK to accompany me to the free weights section. Obligingly, FK joined me but he had his session so he literally left me to fend for myself at the weights section all alone. While doing my routines, my eyes actually scanned the whole area, not at hunky hot guys but at Dead Stare, wondering if he also was at the same floor.<br /><br />Guess, what? He was not there, and I was so relief of this burden that I enjoyed my routines at the free weights. After an hour or so, I usually end with my sit ups (150 times) and then head for my showers. Stripping off my gym attire, I cloaked myself with my towel and then drenched myself for a while under the running water before going into the steam room. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Upon entering it, I realised that it was full that evening. I thought to myself it could be because the sauna was not working, thus, the majority of the guys will head to the steam room. It was packed and there were no place to sit so, I stood at one corner and trying hard to imagine my skin getting pampered by all that steam. While my eyes were doing the wandering around in the hot steamy room, I noticed a figure standing directly 11 o'clock from me, and from my first view, the shape of that person looked very familiar. I stared again, harder this time to make out the figure in that steamy room, and to my fear, it was Mr. Dead Stare!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I went out of the steam room almost immediately and again, my sixth sense told me that someone is following me. True, it was that same guy and for the first time in my whole entire life, I was like scared shit. I wonder why? I mean, he is not a bad looking guy, almost "do-able" but why am I feeling in this way? Perhaps, I'm not used to the notion of me getting cruised, perhaps I hold better when I cruise them. It must that, because when a person has been targeted, it means you hold no power and one will feel vulnerable. Hence, that is the feeling I was having at the moment, so I can imagine how guys will feel when they are are being watched or followed, like how I felt. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">As you thought that this would end here, no, it did not! As I finished my shower and I quickly sauntered to my locker, as if this was a fate, my locker and Mr. Dead Stare was like merely 4 lockers away. He was already all dressed up and he looked rather nice in his matching shirt and jeans. Mr. Dead Stare dresses really well and quite fashionably too, but his stares were really eating into me! I purposely took my time to dress up and he being all dressed up had no reason to linger at the locker, as there were some other guys coming in after their workout. So, he quietly left the place but not without giving me that dead stare look. </span><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153878283135077970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg09QJ36mKTmrSsGhFJKHnj8X6MdhQnKwLiCmjVJDXzvUyWshBVDi-U3B1Qxhw92nQUgenBhjOYux9DnMtwI-wK9v85JNNM1vdL9d8CjQEH6-d0_UbINjh3Dn8VB51_WsmxpPdK6w/s320/johny3.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">Mr. Dead Stare<br /></span></em></strong></p><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">After all that had happened, I wonder if I will ever get to meet Mr. Dead Stare again? If I do, definitely, this will be my next and upcoming post. I wonder what i will do this time round? I guess its time for a strike back!</span>coolgardyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04155773621616263489noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23667664.post-47100141197334838642008-01-08T22:21:00.000+08:002008-01-08T22:54:38.727+08:00ALLAH, PLEASE VINDICATE US!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKBbvKm3ywlUOpF3kDS7HkYgq6JLdiWGIQBYG0pF-339j2fZnXKK4J6Lqv-Cxtnr8N8OgxnpchTU-GAhIPRgPNvRT4UWEp4tPl9oJ-87hcINMXcAZn5pV9H95Syr5rdynWYBQTrg/s1600-h/hands2zz.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153118958686948898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="200" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKBbvKm3ywlUOpF3kDS7HkYgq6JLdiWGIQBYG0pF-339j2fZnXKK4J6Lqv-Cxtnr8N8OgxnpchTU-GAhIPRgPNvRT4UWEp4tPl9oJ-87hcINMXcAZn5pV9H95Syr5rdynWYBQTrg/s320/hands2zz.jpg" width="269" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Barely only 8 days into the New Year and already we have funny rumblings from the Government. Have you not read the papers? Or perhaps you are not local, either way, here is some of the things that have had happened:-<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">1. Only in Malaysia you have shortages of cooking oil, flour and sugar.<br />2. Only in Malaysia will the Government forbid people of other faiths from building their <a href="http://www.malaysia-today.net/2008/content/view/899/37/">statues</a>.<br />3. Only in Malaysia is the holy word of <a href="http://www.malaysia-today.net/2008/content/view/723/35/">"ALLAH"</a> forbidden to be used by Christians who incidentally also share the same believe in the one God. </span></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">4. Only in Malaysia do you have a grandfather, who incidentally is also the Health Minister caught in a sex scandal. (talk about being sexually active at that age!)</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">5. Only in Malaysia will you have the increase of tolls and fuel coming up almost instantaneously after the elections (which is widely speculated to be in early March '08).</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">6. Only in Malaysia do you have insensitive remarks given and taken like demolishing a temple on the eve of a major religious holiday that belongs to that group?</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">7. Only in Malaysia do you have groups telling you that your conscience is sinful and should not listen to it. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">8. Only in Malaysia do you have quotas and what not that further makes our nation less competitive!</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">9. Only in Malaysia do you have the Government treating its citizens like kids who do not have a mind to think. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">10. And the best of it all, the Immigration Department has restricted the intake of all foreign priests into this country and those currently serving are required to leave the country....so where is the fairness and justice to all this? Why the discrimination against people of other faiths?</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ok, if anyone of you find the above a wee bit too sensitive to be written here, but its not that I'm writing something that does not exist. I write that what the papers are telling us and from what I have read, I'm worried! If you guys (locals that is) is still talking about their little own world that would be tarnished very soon, I reckon you better do something concrete about it. Don't just sit there like some arm chair critic but exercise the most important thing of all, exercise your rights as a citizen and vote. If you have not registered and say that you are not bothered, then I guess nothing will ever change. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Allah help us all!</span></div>coolgardyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04155773621616263489noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23667664.post-44964556479907138712008-01-08T21:26:00.000+08:002008-01-08T21:51:27.585+08:00THE YEAR IT WAS...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtCm5_Jwwkfy5mvKdDiOcayJWgGFA44z0-kNeGTHiien9AsvJnbTNo9bN_pOJLm-mfLHl9lR4qLgWRGA9A-un-mgOCzkVmYZ6j_yWpW7aMp8x0K7Dz-4vkIAjSy34RMYOmFLAgQw/s1600-h/leandro1_edited.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153102440242728402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="212" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtCm5_Jwwkfy5mvKdDiOcayJWgGFA44z0-kNeGTHiien9AsvJnbTNo9bN_pOJLm-mfLHl9lR4qLgWRGA9A-un-mgOCzkVmYZ6j_yWpW7aMp8x0K7Dz-4vkIAjSy34RMYOmFLAgQw/s320/leandro1_edited.jpg" width="350" border="0" /></a><strong><em><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"> I've been procrasinating...</span></em></strong></div><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Well it has been sometime now since I officially pen something in my blog here. The truth is, I have been plain capital L A Z Y!!! The holidays and the timing of parties and gatherings during the course of the end of the year, made me feel so busy. Apart from attending parties and dinners, I had to also finish off my work in the office, so there were many things that I had to catch up on. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Firstly, before going off for my annual holiday leave, I had to ensure that I finished off my work and completed them so that I do not have to trouble others to follow-up on my behalf. Secondly, when you attend parties and meet up with faces you have not met in years, you definitely want to ensure you look good! So, I spent time in the gym and also going for my spa treatment, just so that I can enjoy that little slice in life (after all, we work so hard!). </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Thirdly, I'm like addicted to that game Bogglific (Boggles actually, if you have played them before, its a board game) in Facebook. The ability to test my mind and get as many scrambled alphabets to make a word, intrigues me, for I'm a person who is up to challenges! Well, no prizes but the ability to beat some other western speaking person from the other part of the world gives me some immense pleasure. Before the game starts, we will have a look at the persons who will challenge us and there would be ratings included in them. So, the higher the rating from "muah", the more I'm very intense to make up for i.e. to win the game. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Of course, amongst the gatherings that we had, one of the more interesting ones was the reunion of the old queens! Yes, that generation that use to gyrate in Liquid, once a upon a time, and how we all got to know each other rather than the stats that we possess. Conversation was easy and intellectual, but alas, nowadays, such conversational skills seem so lacking in the present generation. I dread to think of how these present ones can lift up the scales of excellence that the old queens use to hold on to. Such things like friendship and I mean, genuine ones, really flow through, but today's friendships are so fragile and interesting enough, they contain so many hidden agendas in them. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Having said that, I'm not implying that the old queens were perfect but the kind of language used were a common identity that grouped us together. Using such lingo amongst us really made us feel special and we literally played with the words, which I find today lacking. If you were to crack up a joke this very instance and shout it out to the common crowd amongst us, I can safely say that perhaps if lucky, 10% can understand what you are saying whilst the others, can just smile and laugh aimlessly. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hmm, having felt the good of the both sides, I find that I really feel nostalgic about the past in a way, but moving forward, I embrace what I have and face the future that lies in front. </span>coolgardyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04155773621616263489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23667664.post-18692848606857601992008-01-01T11:55:00.000+08:002008-01-01T12:02:59.693+08:00HAPPY NEW YEAR 2008<a href="http://www.mifc.com.my/test/mc/images/view3.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 339px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="259" alt="" src="http://www.mifc.com.my/test/mc/images/view3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Happy New Year 2008!!! Yes, this writer had taken a sabbatical leave from blogging and all aspects of writing juicy stories here because simply because, it was the season that made me want to take stock and just hang out with my friends whom I have not met for eons!</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">This being said, I think I'm already feeling so refreshed and willing to put in more of my thoughts into this blog. I'm going to make some changes in the format and type of things I will put in here and hopefully, I will bridge my inner and outer self, to better reflect what I have to say, that is, "WITHOUT FEAR OR FAVOR!!"</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Till then, I'm coming in later to bring up updates of what happened to me and heaps of pictures to tell my side of the story. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Have a safe and peaceful year, may 2008 bring us more closer and less extreme thoughts. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">God Bless you all!</span></div>coolgardyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04155773621616263489noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23667664.post-55321365060305151912007-12-15T01:18:00.000+08:002007-12-15T01:28:12.685+08:00THE 12 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS<a href="http://%3cobject%20width=%22425%22%20height=%22355%22%3e%3cparam%20name=%22movie%22%20value=%22http//www.youtube.com/v/M4j1paMC5SM&rel=1%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22wmode%22%20value=%22transparent%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cembed%20src=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/M4j1paMC5SM&rel=1%22%20type=%22application/x-shockwave-flash%22%20wmode=%22transparent%22%20width=%22425%22%20height=%22355%22%3E%3C/embed%3E%3C/object%3E"><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M4j1paMC5SM&rel=1"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M4j1paMC5SM&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">This classic carol was part of me when I was growing up. I particularly like the part when Ms. Piggy sang "Five Gold Rings" not sure why, but instantaneously propelled me to my childhood days. Perhaps I was the generation that grew up with Sesame Street, so it kinda holds some sentimental value when I listen to this. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I guess, I'm getting a bit sentimental during this part of the year when so many things happen and one can really get caught up with the moods of this season. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span>coolgardyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04155773621616263489noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23667664.post-15167744332888643792007-12-12T22:27:00.000+08:002007-12-17T22:56:47.219+08:00TIS' THE SEASON TO BE SWINDLED<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Today must be <strong>THE</strong> day for swindlers to act! Why do I say this? Well, this afternoon, I received a call which number was on the "withheld" status. </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Usually, such calls will be either from overseas or from these Insurance or Credit Card companies trying to sell their products. I had the choice of not responding to it but what if it was from one of my friends overseas? So, in good faith, I answered the call and from the end of the voice, it was a Mandarin speaking girl. Before, you could even say "Jericho", I've already figured out what this girl wanted. I had the thought that perhaps that maybe she is trying to tell me that I'm the lucky one and all I need was to give her my bank account number and they would deposit my winnings into it. </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">However, this call was different from the previous one. This one actually started with telling me that they were from this company and they were going to hold a party next Saturday at one of the shopping malls in the city. I thought, why not, entertain a bit and find out more about this scheme. </span><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143110925011336050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="313" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR6LAW1aXnnfQirhh02JCmeRvzYksBxQxvcCzie9OvvKwTJQS0WbnZmH3kaFqNr7jHPumz1jqJvCAi_IcgBCtmT0vAMYvYo4bhxZ0q9DE9w-ub91bsDMCFOfRF4gXrGkYTa3yU1A/s320/e52_jpg.jpg" width="332" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">what a day...!<br /></span></em></strong></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"><strong>Mind you, all the conversation was uttered in the Mandarin dialect.</strong></span></em><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"><em><strong>Girl: "How are you sir, I'm representing company so and so and would like to invite you to our party this coming Saturday at this mall". "Have you heard of this event and even our company?"</strong></em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"><em><strong>Me: "No, as a matter of fact, I have not heard of it"</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"><em></em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"><em><strong>Girl: "Oh we are very new in the market and one of the ways for us to advertise is to get you invited to our events where there will be performances, food and also lucky draws!"</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"><em><strong>Me: "Well, I will attend if I have the time"</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"><em><strong>Girl: "Sir, you must come, please do make a point to attend as we have lots of activities that day" "By the way, what's your name?"</strong></em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">At this juncture, I felt a bit suspicious as my understanding is, if you know my cell phone number, definitely you will know whom you are calling. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"><em><strong>Me: "Don't you know my name? If you have my number, I would think that you would have already got it from a source that would have included in a name?"</strong></em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Immediately, the girl went into hyper drive. She was speaking so fast, that there were certain words that I could not understand. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"><em><strong>Girl: "Don't worry sir, we got your number from a reliable source and we did not source out additional information. I would just like to your surname since there would be a lot of people attending that day and I would like to register your name for the gifts"</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"><em><strong>Me: "Didn't you hear me the first time? I said that I would attend if I have the time"</strong></em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"><em><strong>Girl (sounding emotional): "Why must you be so difficult? I just want to know your surname and that you also do not want to tell me? What kind of guy are you? You good for nothing...."</strong></em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The rest of the conversation from here ended in a lot of swear words and before you knew it, like the SHINKANSEN, she sped off and cut me off!</span><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143111010910681986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="213" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP_R9afRxOPl5sYclHWhUWL9gGsMgFIzcXVSApud8XNxOZF3olZEzjQBBIQyyU23ipOqKYi0T0rC0GlBdvIuoVLDik0yMJ32OGLmjGt4efpedSVVVk_HxkDP0npOWvVIVqT9JtvA/s320/h11_jpg.jpg" width="343" border="0" /> <p align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">u stupid bitch!<br /></span></em></strong></p><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">What nerve that bitch has to call me names and swear off like that. I didn't even have the chance to reply my swear words in Mandarin!! Anyway, this was the first time, I have received such a call, mostly it was the AF calls and they spoke in Indonesian. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So, in future, you guys also receive such calls, I guess the best policy is not to entertain them as there are so many swindlers out there. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Oh, before I forget, I also got an interesting mail from a swindler and of all places from facebook! Yes, I got the most lame-st email ever. Its about this brother and sister from Ivory Coast, whose fortune that they must take out of the country. They need an account to deposit this huge sum of money and have asked the reader, that is ME, to provide them. Apart from my generosity of providing them that facility, they would also pay me 10% of their inheritance money as a token of gratitude to me!</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Two swindlers in one day, how lucky can one get? Luckily, its not a stormy night with thunder & lightning!! </span>coolgardyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04155773621616263489noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23667664.post-58471380390562394012007-12-12T14:40:00.000+08:002007-12-12T15:31:37.206+08:00SIESTA<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0ZvCWXrXhb9mSy4i9ME-sCZd6AQyjKmxw5Fmjb6r9kXjnpgwXS_KaaoyP8YZ4JZNzxVsJbRGePgE3v_GXlbrJdqW-0gJlhEmftp2S-Mx2-iHJKh3uwZEufGlxrL-b_5rcxQqkFw/s1600-h/cheuk.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142980697307953970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0ZvCWXrXhb9mSy4i9ME-sCZd6AQyjKmxw5Fmjb6r9kXjnpgwXS_KaaoyP8YZ4JZNzxVsJbRGePgE3v_GXlbrJdqW-0gJlhEmftp2S-Mx2-iHJKh3uwZEufGlxrL-b_5rcxQqkFw/s320/cheuk.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"><strong><em>slipping to the dreamy state...<br /></em></strong></span><br /></div><div align="left"><br /><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">What's good about having to work half a day and taking the other half of it off, sure makes a person feel much happier and also less stressful. Well, I'm on a half day leave today, just to clear off my leave and go figure, I'm actually putting this here. Anyway, I do not mind to do so as it gives me some private time for myself to do the things that I want to do. </span></div><div align="left"><br /><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">As I look outside, the rain has just stopped and knowing me, I might want to get my power nap, perhaps one or two hours. Some people can have a power nap for about half an hour and, after it, they will feel so refreshed. Actually, I'm a true believer in power naps, naps that do not take the whole entire day or half a day, but usually confined to about one hour the most. </span></div><div align="left"><br /><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142984472584207186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5SpVdMD_DB0rLtvrjuSUZxOEMrHJIE0FZYx6H5vgKuT-f9Zf37Ad0lmGCE2sLR9ngSnswfAtB3ihNX9UHIgMR6ARCd7K7id8p-dJolVAPZL1nQ5WztCHoy8-AG35WegkhPQ4bxA/s320/danielwu.jpg" border="0" /> </p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">making sure not sleeping too excessively...<br /></span></em></strong><br /><br /></p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I usually have power naps when I'm not doing anything and this will always take place in the afternoons around 3 plus. As most people will drive into slumber and then take longer than they should, I would usually condition myself to only take half an hour or the most one hour. The reason being, is that I will not want to feel lethargic after my nap. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The whole point is to feel refreshed and cheat the body that you have rested enough, and strangely, body will respond to that lie. Its only if you are really tired, then this will not work. But, if you need that extra storage of energy to be flushed out, why not take a power nap soon?</span><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142980774617365314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL3d5xCfMrIlHR4VGzn4EijBC44Lg-y32PxbixwBQzdZKZpe6T_Pdu3Pb9atCTlrT5KGvbCXQ-iIj_8UIn__5ixExFb3brvoCbvkYLDiRyymbWE1UFlQ6fXhL43_hBVwcjtCiOOg/s320/andyrod.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">wanna sleep with me?<br /></span></em></strong><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">As for me, guess, what, after this, I'm going to head to my bed and get my much needed "siesta"...</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142984588548324194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6VShYpbSFkXkQv9gbgdbdX6Hn4fOh1y7rCllG_4Kol1gkpXAcgp9cYDdsPNQ8oAQovT6YEmmMRxMySv2QN8kMpZs8VryuOT1qawAu7x0RFLKW-J0FME_KEA0JbZB52MVy4rUzaA/s320/strong.jpg" border="0" /></span><br /><br /><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">much stronger after the rest!<br /></span></em></strong></p>coolgardyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04155773621616263489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23667664.post-34128837594619046762007-12-11T00:39:00.000+08:002007-12-11T01:03:46.147+08:00DECK THE HALLS WITH BOUGHS OF HOLLY...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHbOlcdF9gotU4G4wvWSPy2_ro_8iYH9Q60uozpGM0VSDWaJIG6Jk-4t1xKvOf6f8p2oG5rYqFpaHluDyeJM7vvANgFMFAapGagUas1WvUZzoP9rDWYNlGhtcGiAvJMBFgfhkqng/s1600-h/b20_jpg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142390190844361490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHbOlcdF9gotU4G4wvWSPy2_ro_8iYH9Q60uozpGM0VSDWaJIG6Jk-4t1xKvOf6f8p2oG5rYqFpaHluDyeJM7vvANgFMFAapGagUas1WvUZzoP9rDWYNlGhtcGiAvJMBFgfhkqng/s320/b20_jpg.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><em><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">thank goodness for competent colleagues...<br /></span></em></strong><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Finally, the last piece of my Christmas decoration has been put up. Nothing to shout about but this involves placing running lights on the garland outside my house. To me, it was a finalization of what I have ever imagined to have it done and since now, I have already done it, I'm feeling a bit contended. </span></div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Yes, the joyous celebrations of all will be celebrated in about 2 weeks time and during this time, one begins to ponder, should I start doing my Christmas shopping now?</span></div><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Another finalization of my other project to organize for the Christmas party in the office also paid well. I guess choosing able colleagues to be in my committee and getting them to help me on this has also blossomed. As I was on leave on Friday, these same people did all the calling and also managed to cut down the price while not sacrificing the quality and the number of food served, we managed to stay within the budget, hurray!</span></div><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So as I came back to work, the first thing they came to report to me is to give me the price list and the dishes they have ordered. The final figure was something that I did not anticipate and moreover, they are also providing two waiters to serve us, free of charge!</span></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142390306808478498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQLLjLQbZABHfpTJa-ioH0oHA4yW-WS6j-pL_XvuCukn3fYTypH84_MPIYAxZ6nlu8RtVQst6ohVrDAyf5kCRmHkOeQfnE6-Mu8UpXurjbRTQgrxGeBfLAQz637H4S7abueA0NHQ/s320/andreas.jpg" border="0" /> <strong><em><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">what shall I buy...?<br /></span></em></strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">However, I found out that there is something else I have not done and that is to get my Christmas pressie ready. Since its a holiday today, I will go to the malls after my gym and shop for the presents and also maybe do a bit of personal shopping too, who knows, someone special will get a present placed under my tree?</span></div><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div>coolgardyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04155773621616263489noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23667664.post-42758826065139978492007-12-09T22:06:00.000+08:002007-12-09T22:33:19.542+08:00WHERE SHALL I GO?<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">There's so much of discounts lately in the air fares and I feel compelled to book some and just get off for a few days just to hang loose. With budget airlines like AirAsia and soon, Tiger Airways hitting our airspace next year, I think I will have more choice in terms of choosing my point of destination. I've got to do some homework but if I'm going to a place which I'm already familiar with, I think I will just get the tickets and book my rooms online. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Travelling alone is good for me, and if I were to travel in a group, I prefer not a big one, because logistically speaking, we need to wait for each other and this would be very cumbersome. I have organized such groups before but frankly speaking, if I were to take them out, I will have to understand their likes and dislikes, hence, it will be quite a fair bit for me, as after all, I'm out for a break, not to work again. </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141980828921445122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 327px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="339" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZPf_lAv7dclQ4sGNg11cNgV71Ghlv2lBZPi7aCNGBKD0hdGRvyf90f8lecNJ2fXHIm8r4YzC-b-JJe1e85V3UiuDLDWj5xo5uyRfdbIW-Qeu_MdcmqcCxiBhGdSuqAHiz1Q0NHA/s320/dima7_edited.jpg" width="264" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">come away with me...??<br /></span></em></strong></p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So, with the end of the year coming and the new year approaches, I have in mind to go to several places but have not made up my mind as yet. I may end up in a new place but knowing me, I might end up in another familiar place which I might have gone before!</span>coolgardyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04155773621616263489noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23667664.post-91242221696905459742007-12-07T22:11:00.000+08:002007-12-07T23:06:36.945+08:00WHAT BLISS...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSAbp6GlFgvfyAvrqcQP6bQtyroX4q68Bt1tsALBdG9vGm8FqWddhAUosrN9NPO8at-ZNV4ss9-5tdPstnAnHktPRWWFNvv-2-2Lhu-5ofAkkQt10oGMKAfWygaZY7oFtnzmW_rg/s1600-h/dome10.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141245315772005074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="325" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSAbp6GlFgvfyAvrqcQP6bQtyroX4q68Bt1tsALBdG9vGm8FqWddhAUosrN9NPO8at-ZNV4ss9-5tdPstnAnHktPRWWFNvv-2-2Lhu-5ofAkkQt10oGMKAfWygaZY7oFtnzmW_rg/s320/dome10.jpg" width="258" border="0" /></a><strong><em><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"> what a blissful day...<br /></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="left"><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">What can I say about this day, except it was blissful and not stressful at all. Yes, when I woke up, what greeted me was a gloomy day without the sun, and suddenly I felt like it was winter again. The sun was out, the air was crisp and here I was lying in my warm bed, feeling as if suddenly what I wished for to happen in Malaysia, might just come true? That it would be winter here...instead of rain, we get snow?</span></div><br /><div align="left"><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><div align="left"><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Well, it was just a wish, and nothing more to it. I woke up at the pace I wanted to, and did not have to rush off to work like what I do each and every morning! I took things in my stride for it was my day off, and I was going to maximize this day to the maximum. As I looked out to the window, I notice that a soft rain began to fall and before you know it, its already making feel sleepy once again, and my thoughts were only aimed at my bed and my pillow. But, I had an appointment for the car, so I went to the service center, had my car serviced and then came back home, did some stuff and then headed out for gym and also tea with my friends, who happened not to be working too. </span></div><br /><div align="left"><br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141247111068334834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir2HFvrm27t7wtBCUuKIn2qMx3E30K4BdRrb1JNhdnEr_jYYqTDo8Z1oglxXQ4Xuwx4da2GzdzX2K1ri_oty_l_y09piH1nfDiI0Q1n4-GcJIRMLR03Wx6VPjIpbBtRNp4RWgcbg/s320/jeremy18.jpg" width="236" border="0" /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">wish everyday was like today...</span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">As I decided to go to MidValley for gym, I noticed that the malls are all decked in their best and certainly the atmosphere really feels 'Christamasy'. If a first time visitor thought that this country was a Christian majority, they are so wrong. As most malls will use this period (since its also the end of the year) to cash in on sales, and commercialization has remain the center point instead of what we are supposed to celebrate.</span></div><br /><div align="left"><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><div align="left"><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Anyway, I'm really impressed with this year's theme and also decorations in Mid Valley. The whole concept I thought that it had a warm feeling, ahhh, in short, its a blissful day today! I really hope every day is like this too. </span></div><br /><div align="left"></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>coolgardyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04155773621616263489noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23667664.post-80493158581494838692007-12-06T23:01:00.000+08:002007-12-06T23:55:45.297+08:00WHAT A DAY!<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">This evening, I had to rush out of the office for my choir practice. As I was on leave the next day, I wanted to finish as many tasks. However, as I about to leave the office, THE BOSS called me and asked me to update him and the CFO on one our on-going case. So, grudgingly, I dragged myself to the CFO's room to update him (although I have already updated him via the e-mail). </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">After all the repeating, which I found myself stupid to do so, CFO began to mumble something to me about something on how to approach this problem and how I did my job, blah, blah and began to give me a lecture. I was like WTF, I don't want this, I need to get out of the office right now, but no, this CFO was holding me from what I wanted to do. He began to analyze my strategy dealing with this problem and how I could improve on it. Halfway around, my mind began to slip into my dream state mode and began to actually hum the parts for the songs that we were suppose to sing. I began to day dream until something hit me back to reality...</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140886916205060674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6VbVW_Br2nFPGlgI3oS93x1Rw0mcdzheCjtUnysauF2GwgKcKlqNGDhgnpq2eRwgYKqyO3rC0rJ1MJPR5vJiq9BqHjstXAuwcm9j1oiYzKpTb-2S1IKMIYANhR8MjZszBAhsWsw/s320/c43_jpg.jpg" border="0" /> </p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"><strong><em>hey u...get me out of here!<br /></em></strong></span><br /><br /></p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The CFO gave me valuable inputs but could not work in this case! (confirmation given by THE BOSS after my meeting with the CFO) After what looked like hours, CFO finally relents and allows me out of the room. I charged over to my place, ready to pack up, shut down my pc and head out when my subordinate, Slinky Selma came up to me and presented another problem for me to help her solve. </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">God Have mercy!! I need to get out now, I'm pressed for time! But, like all calm creature, I attended to her without showing my inner feelings and then, calmly waited for her to talk to me about her problems. Luckily for me, this was a small problem and before she could finish, I finished her sentence and told her how to face it. Slinky thought it over for a while and agreed with my proposal. </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Finally, it was all over. I quickly began to shut down my system, packed my things and got out of the office finally. By the time, I reached the choir area, I could see that the members were all seated and the best part of it, they did not start yet. I began to slip into my seat immediately and then began to practice with the rest. </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">As I began to type this out now, I began to wonder what a day I had. I've noticed that whenever you are pressed for time, all such things will fall into place and disrupt all the perfectly laid out plans you had for the day. Perfectionist as I am, I know the day will never go along as how you had planned it, that is why contingency plans are always needed and a cool mind and head needs to be in place! </span><br /><p><br /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140887062233948754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYpBLaPQuvO2p-3l3XF3VQXiX2_v-xw8zqyUIY0S6yr8BmZNSeLdyXkDQWcdRNm9E2Br57cYAdtEgJ7zVWDWfmyGQFenu82_9VzXG8DXqRW8u5wCIw9Jxid4rQ8iGILsA9ZE4LyQ/s320/d10_jpg.jpg" border="0" /> </p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"><strong><em>just keep cool and smile...<br /></em></strong></span><br /></p><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">About the choir, it went well, the children sang such beautifully, like little angels!</span>coolgardyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04155773621616263489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23667664.post-69986703696506412042007-12-05T23:43:00.000+08:002007-12-06T00:22:36.285+08:00THE CHRISTMAS PARTY<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I've been tasked to take care of the Christmas party in my office and naturally, being a planner, I have so much fun bringing new ideas to it. Of course, being the only PLU in the department, it means that I'm also oozing with creativity from the gift exchanges right up to the food served that evening. </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Naturally, one of the horrifying thing that comes up to mind is BUDGET! Yes, I'm allowed to spend this amount of money, but I need to ensure I do not go overboard on it. I'm pretty sure that things will flow naturally as this is not the first time I have organized a party like this. </span><br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140524244871619106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH11Xp6WlLDLTz7jbCE8NOAxqL4jph42B6tJz9YklSMTg5dyrQdnNCRV9Hed6zzRN3Jgdx7sxlDWQAxKS6vOnMl5VXWkJDa80NRPghaU0I6n4-e367ZE2NwSqkRRJd_ET2jFYL4w/s320/ms1346_edited.jpg" border="0" /> </p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">ho ho ho...<br /></span></em></strong><br /></p><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Anyway, as they say, there is strength in numbers, so the first thing I did was send an email to all in my office (which comprised of 4 different departments) and enquired if they were interested to join in. After getting the actual numbers, I then work closely with the secretaries and enquired how much each of their bosses will fork out for the gathering. The more money we have, the more we can cater to get good food, but knowing how stingy the department heads are, well, I shall leave it to tomorrow as I will be talking to the CFO and getting the right amount for our party. </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140524305001161266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRRzOs51aFDIXW2pOfTC11aL2tUSRZ6GhEhjEPPYsoTDwAVPvjXG0x6fFoFcMspAksU8kjf5N6-D6USYx7XUeR_fC0thxfWrXkgL4Tc-IWKAQC7DR3WSJWeh08T-KZbMW4Paj_Xg/s320/dt1_edited.jpg" border="0" /><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">so many ideas, but money is a concern...</span></em></strong></p><p><br /><br /></p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So, coming back to the party itself, I think I will form a little committee to overlook on the gifts, food and also decorations. As the natural born leader (thank you, thank you), I shall direct and ensure that all these little committee members do their part and make sure we excel in it, because, sad to say, I'm such a perfectionist when it comes to a task!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">That could be my forte' and also my worst enemy!</span>coolgardyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04155773621616263489noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23667664.post-13214455221081183612007-12-04T22:40:00.001+08:002007-12-04T23:08:09.063+08:00DON'T LOOK DOWN ON THEM<div align="center"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">What is the politically correct reference to those who are deaf and dumb? Do we call them physically challenged persons? In my case, these group of physically challenged guys attend Cali. Gym and truth to be told, I'm really impressed by their ability to overcome all challenges to look good. </span></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">These group of them actually attends the gym most days and some times weekends too, working out on their core muscle groups. As their community is rather a small one, they know each other and their numbers are like about 10. So, each time, whenever they attend gym in the evenings, I will notice these group of them always working together and supporting each other.<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140133991258202626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNTbxOS4NJ6KorAsf-D1183x0SygpB2_NT35BPV19sAbSN7ZiVR-fEETyE6DmUidDgg4qZZtc5blcJDZ8WB4yK_q2Xrha5QL6ifGu64AdEs_x0PE_QCQjdKO7zcue8RfTJ8nswrg/s320/Couples73.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">we work hard to look good... </span></em></strong></p><p align="left"><br /></p></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It's their esprit De corps that has attracted me to them. Each time, by way of communication, their hands and fingers will go all over the place and each time they do such gestures, one can tell whether they are arguing or sharing a joke, or perhaps bitchin' about some cute guy in the gym? From my observation, I've noticed that they actually do have a body language deciphering the things that is happening, and from what I notice after a long time, I can tell whether they are happy or sad. Perhaps the easiest way is to note their face and expression, so in their case, eye contact is very important. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I've studied sign language once a upon a time ago while I was in Uni. doing some community welfare work that involved physically challenged impaired children. The type of sign language I studied was the International English one and I was quite fluent in its gestures (if I may say so). However, after I left Uni. so many years and not being able to practice it with anyone, I found that I could not remember most of it. Some of the common ones, yes I can still pick up but the others which is a bit complicated, well, I have given back. </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So, it was good to see these group of physically challenged impaired persons communicating as it brought me back to my memories of my sign language but, there were several gestures which I did not understand and I guess it must be in the Malay Language (which is different in style with the English one).</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">One thing that also attracted my attention to them was that, these group of special people are also PLUs, and how I got to know it, well, lets just say, its all in the hands! If you do drop by to Cali. in MSC (Menara StanChart) one of the mid-week evenings, you will notice these cute guys using their hands to communicate. </span>coolgardyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04155773621616263489noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23667664.post-41539701245357758782007-12-03T22:44:00.000+08:002007-12-03T23:03:37.826+08:00IT'S APPROVED!<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Just some updates on what happened on my annual leave application, well, The Boss said it was entirely his mistake of not approving it in the system and since he had already approved my planned leave much earlier, there was a mistake when the GM cancelled my leave.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">According to him, the flow system of our leave application goes like this. From us to The Boss and should stop there. However, if The Boss forgets to approve it and for a number of days, that leave application will then be escalated to the next level, and that will be The Boss's Head (and you think there is no bureaucracy in the private sector?)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So, according to The Boss, it was the month end, and his excuse was that he did not have time to read my application online (even though an email will prompt him to do so). So, that period lapsed and the next thing, it flowed to the next level. </span><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139761248226451938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEZDpgFbbJcj2CLJKU0OKZziuJenSZ4R1l1s4UYjGncxstgXWUEwKaPYh1c2_0uM3YgQYcinC34B16KdD_Yxq9doACBTmkzbznCuW1i-dcVyoSOv4YhXYjburvrtNRSjNdGzyLiw/s320/ventimiglia15_jpg.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">So, are you going to approve my leave...?</span></em></strong></p><p><br /><br /></p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Anyway, I looked at him and smiled, and what do you expect me to do here? Go over and pat him on his shoulders and say, "Awww, you poor thing, too much work huh?" Nope, didn't do that, in effect, I did not do anything that was stupendous, just smiled and when he said that it was ok to resubmit again, I did it right away. And , true to his words, he immediately approved it. </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Well, at least The Boss is a man of his words, he does have balls after all!</span><br /><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;">** Can't believe I'm bitchin' about him behind his back**</span></strong></em>coolgardyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04155773621616263489noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23667664.post-66040665301258204412007-12-02T22:42:00.001+08:002007-12-02T22:52:02.141+08:00CHOIR PRACTICE<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGH4SY_EQB14R3HJUEuNHxia08IIF3vSzc-7hH7YEShuxPyfcqQylYxPkLeFJb6P-EEdj5vTBdMQsm0TvkFDBjzaQ1xwW9UBB_pOkDG3YKQN0KAqbmYCEjuEejXUIkwjJiwQhgpw/s1600-r/ERIC.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139387752983702882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4A5jbsT003jaPTIOkfBPeDe2pgoVLoNKySL50JaKM8mbbfxIf2Ey5hyf9h48SeaNNVnCcQ2MpDpnu4hXEe_Q6wbgXjO1NR7-24XY7vHECnWOTXHiBkkMaZ_o_S8FC3-0mbLFIUw/s320/ERIC.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">hitting the high note!<br /></span></em></strong></div><br /><p></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Just back from my choir practice, and after so many years not participating in it, I find myself a bit lost of my parts but thankfully, the members were supportive and encouraged me all the way. The singing of the parts are the ones that is really difficult at times because we are so used to the harmony and the melodies that at times, I find myself slipping back to it rather than follow my part strictly. </span></p><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139388023566642546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEippg-UZ6L8oCpiENJiA9x61angJzQ7zAUNTYoCUGQ2Q0rli3r8FbIE3hKBCet4RWEvOvnAQYrnjyKefp1W7qXbZOA6UiPH75fPuVcDOZKiNKLpND5xOVBdkvSeyTB-LhyhXHiA0g/s320/lachey.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">watch me sing...?<br /></span></em></strong></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Anyway, there will still be practices and I know that from the days onwards, I will improve on it. In addition to this, I'm enjoying what I'm doing so, this is going to be something that I will look forward to it.<br /><br />Wish me luck!</span>coolgardyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04155773621616263489noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23667664.post-57086666699716681182007-12-02T14:46:00.000+08:002007-12-02T14:55:00.009+08:00THE SEASON OF ADVENT.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisHn_HYoaum4fS8uj4T3NyUEEapXAhYRZRQ8Y-bh-VY7vcicdnl6okqOBRI3hXy6O4eoSOvPVe7irTz9C5bNse790wVsgMLTNv4IG5ALlV_i-lAxlsJfC-QCZG6KhdZroJYwv72A/s1600-r/advent+candle.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139265445200014674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="330" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHnRkwbGX62uFaC9LzeXuQxp1HDmIim_oe4oGIKVA_m0Qhg_sGV51za4bvTcEcAnErBmPdrBLoTxn6ggd8ao1AiQ3ymQ9B9FRFLe_2R-cROPRlA8tCkYRNiubLlNLx4Q2DkOV83A/s320/advent+candle.jpg" width="252" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Today is the 1st Sunday of Advent in the Christian calendar. The season of Advent or the name of it was taken from Latin,<em><strong> <span style="font-family:arial;">"adventus"</span></strong></em> meaning to say that this is the season whereby preparations are made to celebrate Christmas. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">During this season, the color used will be purple but strangely, on the 3rd Sunday of Advent, the color pink or rose is instead used. Here, one can see that the priest will be robed in pink / rose color and will come out to greet his congregation. The color pink in the church signifies anticipation of wait with joy! </span></div><br /><div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Therefore, as one lights up the advent candles (which has four incidentally for the four Sundays in December), there are 3 purple ones and the last one is pink. That is why, the church is rich in its symbolism and that translates it into the faith that one holds. However, sadly not many live up the expectation to live up according to what has been taught and this brings upon the ire of those who does not share the same faith as us. </span></div>coolgardyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04155773621616263489noreply@blogger.com2